No-one I know casually, or many of my friends, would guess that I have a dirty little secret. Since I threw partner out I outwardly live the life of a divorcee bringing up two children on a small alimony and getting by with occasional cleaning and nursing jobs. All true, but a girl cannot survive without a little excitement in her life. I have always loved sex, that was never the problem with my ex, what was a problem was his liking sex more with women he met on business trips than with me. Never understood it as I have a lot to offer in that department and I doubt he did better elsewhere. Still his problem now.
Don't get me wrong; I loved my kids and would do anything for them but I definitely had my desires and needs and, since I threw him out, I made sure I had time and opportunity to satisfy them. At 35 I still retained my curvy figure from my 20's but now I had 10 years more experience under my belt and knew what I wanted from a man and knew how to give him precisely what he needed.
Two children in; my breasts were still firm but now rather less than perky. A 36D cup suited me perfectly and as I had grown older my nipples grew more prominent and when I was aroused they were the size of a small stacks of nickels. My areolae are the size of saucers and quite dark in colour. An accomplished lover could make my pussy squirt just by sucking and playing with those button-like nipples and their dark brown borders.
I never had one of those neat vaginas where unaroused the small tidy labia nestled inside the slit splitting my crotch. I had more of a slutty gash that looked unkempt and used. My large labia cannot be hidden and their flesh always hangs loose. Wearing lace knickers they were always visible and when I was horny were always moist leaving a damp mark from my juices long before a man reached inside them. My clit had always been prominent and when aroused my fuck button was hard and large, poking visibly out above my love tunnel. We all have favourite names for our puss, snatch or kitty. I had settled long ago that I had a cunt, not a cute civilised slit that I imagined most of my suburban wifey neighbours harboured between their thighs but a slutty, horny, wet and dirty hole that cried out for tongue and dick. It was the heart of my slutty inner self and I had not let that part of me go neglected.
A girl has to make ends meet and I had been letting out the spare room in my house through a local realtor to mostly single men who were working in the city temporarily or were in the process of looking for a flat of their own. The small income this gave me supplemented the alimony I was receiving and allowed me the occasional luxury-mostly, in my case, dildos to while away my lonely times, sexy lingerie, open crotch knickers or silky lace bras and my collection of high heeled, open toed shoes.
I confess to exploiting the vulnerability of the men to whom I let out my spare room more than once in the last three years but managed to keep this discreet and ensured I only "entertained" when the children were away with their father.
Two weeks ago, a particularly interesting young man, 5 years younger than me, an athletic 30 year old, broad shouldered, flat stomached and 6' 1" of young manhood in his prime had taken the room for 6 weeks-paid the entire period up front at his company's expense. I love slightly younger men. They have more stamina, a quick recovery time and love to play with my body for hours. Their bodies are still tight and muscled and appreciate an experienced woman who is as enthusiastic about "sex without commitment" as they are.
I am no slouch in the kitchen and about 10 days into his stay I suggested I cook a meal the following evening and we could eat in and enjoy and evening in the house. It was midweek and he was fine with that. The following afternoon having packed the kids off to their father and prepared a meal now sitting ready in the oven I went upstairs to get ready. I stripped and stepped in to shower and enjoyed the steaming hot water playing over my body. Not knowing how the evening may unfold I readied myself for all eventualities. First, I tidied the small runway of cropped hair above my cunt. Narrow, no more than an inch wide and closely cropped, ensuring that my cunt itself was clear of any hair so that an inquisitive hand would delight in first finding the groomed mane and then the soft bare bulge of my sex. To be honest I loved a crop of hair above my cunt, I would try to collect at least one ribbon of hot cum in that hair during an evening. I loved to run my fingers through it or have it licked clean by whoever put it there in the first place. Any excess of course would run in cooling ribbons down between my thighs and into my arse crack. I was always up for my partner chasing those left overs with his tongue all the way to my sphincter and beyond.
I did not know if my butt would be receiving serious attention later but in anticipation of anything I soaped one of my plugs and relaxed it into place before I stepped into the shower. This did two things: cleaned out that exit passage and readied my butt for whatever assault it may be getting later that evening from fingers or rock-hard dick. Getting myself ready for such an evening always got me aroused. The use of a razor so close to my puss and the full feeling of the plug in my butt had started my juices flowing. l still had an hour before he returned from work and having thoroughly soaped myself I parted my lips and began fingering my clit while I pushed two fingers of my other hand into my wet cunt hole. Leaning against the shower wall, butt plug in one hole my fingers in the other I brought myself to a quick luxurious climax simultaneously releasing a stream of cunt juice and causing my butthole to spasm and shoot the plug out onto the shower floor. Wiping the soap and juices off myself I stepped out of the shower ready for the evening of fun.
I chose a pair of Brazilian cut panties thin lacy quarter cup bra which had my 36D boobs practically spilling out and were thin enough for my nipples to stand out against the tight sweater I was intending to wear; slipped on a pair of 7 inch heels, leaving my just shaven legs bare and my sex easily accessible. To complete my outfit, I shimmied into a tight mid-thigh red skirt with white buttoned blouse which shown off my ample cleavage to best advantage.
At last, we were sitting opposite each other and had just enjoyed the meal I had prepared earlier, and we had almost finished a bottle of white wine. My outfit and the anticipation of what was to come had already made me wet and I had to keep crossing and uncrossing my legs to contain my excitement. Conversation was flowing easily and had turned to slightly breathless teasing each other. I tidied the plates and rose from my chair to rinse them at the sink. He came up behind me and placed his hands firmly on my shoulders.
