One wild night for a sweet little southern girl
This is a story of my first real sexual miss-adventure and while almost all is true I did take some poetic license here and there. I still cannot believe it really happened, but that's life. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did living it and then writing in down!!
I am a 41 year old house wife with 2 kids and a loving husband. I'm very stable now and have no real worries about money or love. Gary, my husband, is the kind of man who makes my life easy. We have sex regularly and I love it. Everything about sex turns me on, but not the kind of sex most guys think of. Most women are just not geared that way.
Like most woman, I have always seemed more into what's inside people rather than looks when it comes to sex. I have to have a connection to the person to have feelings of a sexual nature, so most of the sexual fantasies that guys have are totally unrealistic. Oh sure, if you are talking about a gutter slut; yes they will have sex with whoever. But most guys have fantasies about a sweet little virgin who is totally hot that just goes and has sex on the spot with total strangers and just loves it! Guys think with their little heads, that's why their fantasies are just that...fantasies. They think we all wait around for their big cocks to stretch open our virgin pussies while they pump away and make us cum. That's what I thought and it's still true, but there was a time in my past when I was that sweet little girl and I was fucked by several young guys and I loved every minute of it! It took a particular set of circumstances for this to happen. It still seems like a fantasy, but I have an image to prove it to myself. I often masturbate to it still to this day!
I say this because I had such an encounter after my divorce. All I have to do this think about it and I get wet.
I was 31 years old with a young son at the time. I had and still do have a nice figure, 5'4" tall, hour glass figure with 36B cup breasts, with very nice sensitive nipples. I was very conservative though about sex, not only because I had yet to have really good sex with a good lover, but also it was the way I was raised. I think my mom must not have had a very good sex life. She always taught me to just go along with what he wanted and not to expect too much when it came to love making.
Well after my divorce I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for myself and got really depressed, I when out to bars and started to hang out with a different crowd. You know not the family school crowd, but the cougar crowd of moms. I never knew what a cougar was. I had to look it up in the internet when my girl friend first used the term when they were all going out to a Def Leopard concert. They called themselves "Def-Cougars". I found out that cougars like to have sex with guys in their early twenties. I found this distasteful to say the least, but they were all fun to hang out with anyway, so I did.
One thing about cougars is they loved to party and it was a great way for me to battle the depression I was feeling. My ex was a real asshole and he was making my life very hard financially and with our son. Also my job was really starting to get very un-rewarding. I found myself feeling very sorry for myself and I was slipping into a depression. I found myself hanging out with the girls at bars and our homes late in the evening. It really helped to just go out and get buzzed with women that had similar stories to tell.
When Fridays came along we would all meet up and get a baby sitter for all of our kids, then we would hit the bars and sometimes we would meet up at one of our houses. Almost all of us were divorced or separated from our husbands, so we would gather a couple of young guys and bring them home with us. It was fun to flirt with them. Nothing came of it, but there was defiantly a sexual charge to the atmosphere. I felt like I was being naughty just flirting with them. I found myself loving the attention and surprised myself when I un-buttoned the top two buttons my blouse before I left the bathroom to show off my cleavage. I would go back to the party and notice right away the guys stealing glances. I felt good and very relaxed. I needed this with the other crappy things happening to me. I didn't hurt either that usually I had too much to drink.
"Getting a bit drunk and talking with hot young guys wasn't so bad," I thought to myself.
We went out like this for a few months. I found myself really looking forward to the weekends. My job and my ex were no better and I loved the feeling of acceptance that the cougars gave me. They all were very nice. A couple of them tried to get me to sleep with young guys we would hang out with.
Karen loves to tell me about the hot sex she would have with them.
"He was so good Mary; he really gave it to me if you know what I mean!" Karen would say teasing me.
They all knew what a prude I was. I never gave a guy a chance to get into my pants. I just wasn't into it. I had to feel love for a guy to make LOVE to him. I loved the attention though, but there was no way I was going to let these guy fuck me. No way!
To my surprise most of the cougars felt the same way. Some were married; all of them really loved the teasing part and giving the young studs hard on's with all the teasing.
Even with all the partying I still felt very depressed. I started to go see the therapist once a week. It was helping, but not as much as I would have hoped. Karen, one of the cougars that did not have a problem giving it up to the young studs, told me that her friend was going through very tough times with her husband. Nothing in therapy seemed to help. They both had too many emotional walls build
and she was getting scared they might not be able to save their marriage. She said that the therapist told them about a drug called Ecstasy that really opens up your mind and gives to a great sense of well being. They both took the drug and it worked. During the course of the drug they both spilled out all their anxiety. The walls fell down and they just let it all pour out in one night. They next day they had a hangover from the Ecstasy but it saved their marriage.
"And how is that going to help me" I said.
"Come on Mary. I know what you have been going through. Wouldn't you love an evening of just plain bliss! You might even be able to get a handle on what's going on in your head." Karen said.
I have to admit it sounded tempting! The thought of being able to let go and just enjoy had a big appeal.
"Ok, but where and who should I do it with" I said.
"With me of course and I think I will invite a couple of friends along who also have done ecstasy before, is that ok with you?" she said.
It did sound better to take the drug with Karen, but I was unsure about the others. "What friends," I asked suspiciously.
"A few guys I know that are really fun to party with, and don't worry they will not put any pressure on you. I have taken ecstasy with them before. It was great!" She said convincingly.
Thinking back I am glad she did not give more details because I would have never agreed to it.
The big night arrived and I was very nervous. We meet at my house. I had the babysitter pick up my son before the others arrived. She said it was not problem to keep him over night. I thought this would be better as I did not want him coming in late and possibly see me.
Karen said not to drink much as it does not go well with the drug. I had a stiff drink anyway to take the edge off. I was feeling pretty low. I had no sex drive and no really energy to do anything anymore. I sure hoped that this "Ecstasy" would help me find the balance I was looking for. Little did I know what I had in store for me. If I had I might not have done it, but I did and am glad I did because I had one of the best experiences of my life!
Karen and 3 guys came over around 7 pm, right on time. I knew all three from past outing at the local bars. All three were very young, 22-26 years old. Very cute and well built. One guy Dave, Karen told me, had a huge cock! I always thought it was crazy the way she would go on about them. All three had hit on me at one time or another, but they all backed off when I made it clear that I was not going to sleep with them, so I felt safe with them. It also made me feel better that Karen was around, who has had sex with two of them already! If they want to fuck they could always fuck her! Beside I had no sex drive. It was the last thing on my mind.
We gathered in the living room. I got them all drinks and we had pleasant conversion. Karen said that we should all take Ecstasy at the same time, so it would hit us all around the same time. She handed out the little blue pills. They all swallowed them. I still had mine in my hand. Karen looked at me.
"I know you are nervous, I will be here the whole time to watch out for you, don't worry you will have a great time. I promise!" she said with a big smile on her face.
With a little apprehension I popped the pill into my mouth and downed it with my drink. She said that it would take around 45 minutes for me to feel the effect. In the mean time I had casual conversation with the guys. I was sitting in the couch with Dave on my right and Carl on my left. Carl was the black guy. He had very nice body and was really smart and nice. Dave was slightly smaller and just as nice and made great conversation.
