I've wanted to put this into writing for some time but I don't really know how or where to start. So I'll just plow right into it and try to tell the story of how the last few months have become the dirtiest, sleaziest, sluttiest, sex-filled and sex-fulfilled period of my life, and how good it all felt, the passion pumping, countless orgasms and doing so many things I'd never before dreamt of doing. And also how bad it felt at the same time, to learn I was such a fraud and a scuzzy tramp and nowhere near being the All-American mom with the All-American family.
First, a paragraph about me. My name is Dawn. Age forty-two, thin, 5'-5" tall, 120 pounds, nice perky tits that aren't all that big but look pretty good, and the ass is nice and tight too, thanks to good genes and various workouts. Blond hair teased in a shoulder-length frizz, green eyes and long legs. I look more like early to mid-thirties, or so I've been told. I have two kids: Ryan, 22, and his sister Gina, just not quite a year older. Their father and I divorced when they were in middle school. After Dad left we were a pretty close family unit, and Gina and Ryan were very close considering they had lots of the same friends and being so close in age. Gina looks like me, with similar size and shape and is a senior in college. Ryan is tall and athletic, with brown hair and gorgeous baby blue eyes, and is nearing the end of his studies to become an architect. With them off to different schools and me on my own, we've all drifted apart some in recent years.
I've dated a few men off and on, but there was never any magic and they usually didn't click very well with the kids. Once the kids were off to college I dated a few younger guys but that got old pretty quick. I am a manager at an art museum and there is never a shortage of young bohemians who want to score with an older chick. But I have a hard time staying interested talking with a young person who can't name the four Beatles.
So as you can see, for a number of years my life revolved around kids and work, and sex was often an afterthought. The story I'm about to tell you...how I entered this depraved, whorish, mad-fucking stage of my life...began a few months ago.
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I have a friend named Ronni. There is only one way to describe Ronni: black and beautiful. She's an inch or so taller than I, thin and athletic, and her tits put mine to shame, bigger versions sitting straight up firm and high. She also has a shoulder-length frizz, but hers is not created in a salon like mine, hers is what she calls 'ebony chaos'. I find it stunning. I've known her for years, but we've become closer over time due to our similar interests. She works for one of the museum's vendors so we've had plenty of interaction, which led to us seeing each other socially. She is also divorced and has a son who goes to college on a basketball scholarship.
One of the things I liked about Ronni from the start was that she was so easy to talk to. She didn't have a man in her life...evidently her ex was a loser and she was glad to be rid of the man problem...so we bonded easily. We started meeting for a drink every week or two at a local pub and would talk about just about anything...it was okay to say anything to her and she'd be right there with me. We'd look at the young guys at the pub and quietly joke about them, were they any good in the sack, their penis size, their hideous shirt, the stupid hats they had on their heads backwards, whatever. We'd laugh at them and flirt with them at the same time, just harmless fun. We'd laugh it up, then say good night and go home.
We talked about everything. Relationships, family, ex-husbands, guys we'd dated, you name it. While I'd tried relationships with younger guys that didn't work out, Ronni tended to just go the one-night stand route and just pick up a young guy when she was horny, get her needs taken care of and move on. Gradually as we became more comfortable with one another, not to mention a drink or two or three, the jokes about the young men we'd see at the pub became more and more graphic.
One night we were seated in a booth and saw a clean-cut, good looking kid at the bar checking us out. Tall, blond handsome type, big blue eyes. Joe College.
"You know what we ought to do?" she said. "Take that boy home and fuck his lights out."
I was shocked when I heard her blurt this. It was new ground for us. "What? You can't be serious," I said. "He's probably our sons' age."
"That don't make no difference, girl," she replied, shocked at my naïveté. "Every young man's fantasy is to go to bed with two women. Shit, I bet that boy would go home with us right now and agree to paint my house if he could fuck the two of us!"
I felt myself blushing, so I took a gulp of my drink. "You have to be kidding, that boy?"
"Could be that boy, could be another, whoever. I'm just saying. You want to take him back to your place, have our way?"
Ronni could tell I was embarrassed. She said, "Oh girl, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just here we are, two hot lookin' salt and pepper cougars sitting here, young eyes always checking us out... they probably all wanna fuck us...and we always goin' home alone. Seems like if it's there for the takin', we should take it. I say we go for it. What about you?"
I chuckled uneasily and demurred.
Ronni glanced at her watch, it was getting late. "Well, let me tell you. Usually girl's night is girl's night, but tonight I'm making an exception. I don't need a steady man in my life, I had one of those and it didn't add up to much. But I do like some young cock every now and then and that young man, who probably has one, is making eyes. If you won't help me out I'll have to do it on my own." She took a pen out of her purse and began scribbling on a cocktail napkin. Then she said, "I was hoping to fuck both of you, but I guess I'll have to settle for college boy one-on-one." Then she leaned toward me and kissed me on my mouth. "Good night, Dawn," she said. "I'll call you tomorrow."
She rose from her chair and walked over to the young man and handed him the napkin. She said something, and then he looked up and nodded. She touched his arm, said something else and turned and walked out. Fifteen seconds later the kid slurped down the rest of his beer and followed her out the door.
I hurriedly finished my drink and called the waitress to pay our bill. I had goose pimples on my arms, felt a nervous, confused twirl in my stomach. I wasn't sure if it was caused by my shock at how easily she had picked up College Boy, her kiss, or her saying she hoped to fuck me. I drove home in a daze, confused, surprised, jealous, embarrassed, turned-on and sopping wet. Once home in my bed I closed my eyes and masturbated and fantasized about what might be going on in Ronni's bed. I fucked myself.
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"I'm sorry," Ronni said when she finally called the following night. "I'm sorry I ran out and made you uneasy. But I needed to get laid, you know? But anyway, you didn't miss much, sista, that boy didn't know what he was doing. Some bonehead jock with a little dick and zits on his shoulders. Finally I just used his face for a dildo 'til I came and then sent him on his way. What a dink!"
"You just told him to leave?" I asked.
"No, girl, I just walked out. I didn't take that boy home, if I did that I'd never get rid of him! I booked a room at the Best Western right down the street from the bar. Was hopin' to get you down there too but that didn't happen."
"I'm sorry." That was all I could think to say.
