The last few weeks have awakened something in me that I find myself unable to turn off. If you've been following my life recently you'll know I'm a happily married 51 year-old woman with a bit of a thing for dressing up and getting off with strangers. My sex life with my husband has always been enjoyable, and we've enjoyed the kind of little games and light kinks that most people get up to behind closed doors, but nothing compares to the thrill of being desirable to someone else.
I've started to routinely dress provocatively, regardless of where I'm going. It doesn't matter if it's the supermarket, garden centre, pub, shopping centre - I get dressed up. Sometimes it's just a top and tight leather-look leggings, sometimes it's a dress, sometimes its an above-the-knee skirt - but always with heels, and always with full make up.
Whenever I'm out I can't help but daydream about some stranger taking a fancy to me. The sheer thrill of that eye contact, the knowledge that you both know what's on each other's minds, overwhelms me to the point of obsession.
Only the other day I was shopping at Merry Hill (our local shopping centre). I was alone and browsing in Marks & Spencer. I was wearing a white fitted t-shirt, tight stretchy blue jeans and a pair of matt-black court shoes with a 4" spiked heel. My dark shoulder-length hair was pinned up at the back. Not over the top, but the killer heels always do the trick.
As I was looking at the underwear section I noticed a man clocking me. He was probably in his 30's, with his wife and child, and was waiting patiently while she looked up and down the racks. Two or three times I caught him staring at my shapely legs and each time he'd look away when I looked his way. Now I wasn't going to try and tempt him away from his family, but I did make sure that when I walked past in the narrow aisle I had to brush past him with my bum next to his crotch. I glanced back and he was still staring, to the point where even his wife noticed.
"Erm, hello? " I heard her say to him. "You can put your eyes back in now" she said, clearly unimpressed with him checking me out.
Even this relatively innocuous encounter made me horny, and I soon found myself in the ladies changing room bringing myself off with my fingers. As I left the busy changing rooms I was convinced a few people had heard me. I also got a strange look as I handed some unwanted garments back to the attendant, my fingers glistening with my juices. This is my life now - I've never masturbated in a changing room before, it's as though I'm permanently in heat.
So now you understand why I'm getting myself into the situations I am, I can tell you about what happened last night.
Hubby and I were invited to the evening reception of a girl in his office. The wedding and reception were at a lovely hotel in the countryside near Bromsgrove. It's about a half-hour drive from where we live, and we had decided when we got the invitation that we would stay over in one of the rooms.
We arrived at about 6pm, so we'd have time to shower and change before going down at 7pm for the reception. Hubby wore a dark blue suit with a simple white linen shirt and no tie - a classic, relaxed, but smart look which I adore on him. I had decided on a slim fitting, white dress with a blue floral pattern, underneath were matching cream satin bra and panties, nude hold-up stockings and a pair of cream coloured, pointed-toe 5" stilettos with a half-inch wide ankle strap. Not ideal for dancing in, but fantastic for the bedroom.
As I finished applying my make up I saw hubby was standing behind me, admiring my effort.
"You like?" I asked.
"You scrub up pretty well" he joked.
I leaned forward to fasten the straps of my shoes and then stood up, stumbling slightly. Hubby put out a hand to steady me and leaned in to kiss me. With that, he eased me gently onto the side of the bed. As he did, he kneeled in front of me and pushed my dress up, over my stocking tops to expose my satin underwear.
Placing his hands on my hips he kissed me gently all the way over my stocking tops to the bare skin of my inner thighs, pausing for a moment before placing his lips on the satin triangle covering my pussy. I breathed deeply and could tell I was getting wet.
"Don't stop" I whispered.
He carefully pulled my panties to one side and placed his tongue on my perfumed lips, and I gasped as he explored deeper.
"Quickly" I said breathlessly, pulling him upwards towards me. "Make love to me".
He hurriedly undid his trousers and, with me still on the edge of the bed, pushed his cock deep into me. I wrapped my stockinged legs around him and crossed my heels behind his back as he pumped into me. He always loved it when I did this, and with my perfectly made up face looking up at him and urging him on it took no time until he was emptying himself inside me.
Both satisfied, we straightened ourselves up and headed downstairs for the wedding reception.
We began with a drink in the bar with other guests while we waited for the main room to open, and soon were watching the bride and groom take their first dance. The evening progressed rather in the way all receptions do - small talk with people only one of you knows, a little something to eat and plenty to drink. As we were staying over in a room upstairs we made the most of both being able to enjoy ourselves, and by about 9:30 hubby had made his way through 4 pints of Peroni and I'd had a bottle of Rosé. By 11pm we were both quite drunk, but hubby was by far the worse for wear.
It was at this time that the band had finished, the bride and groom had retired to the bridal suite and the bar was closing. It was time for bed.
