I sometimes talk about sex, with a few of my closest friends, who are around my age, late forties, early fifties. We don't discuss our sex lives in great detail, but more along the lines of some not getting enough or others who moan about husbands who want sex but they don't. I fall into the first category of having a husband who is a little older than me, overweight, gets breathless walking up the stairs, always tired. As his weight increased his ability to perform decreased and frankly it got to the point where I didn't want to have sex with him anyway. The last time he fucked me was about 5 years ago when I forty seven years old. Far to young to give up sex in my opinion. The main sexual outlet for me, though I never admitted it to my friends, was masturbating. I'd masturbate while watching porn on my laptop after my husband had gone to bed, sometimes in the bath or shower or laid in bed next to him, imagining that some hunk had crept into the bed and was fucking me whilst he slept. I have a collection of vibrators and dildo's which I use when I'm alone and fancy a nice long session, playing with myself. As the months became years, my frustration increased. Not many days passed when I didn't think about sex and masturbate. Pleasurable as masturbating can be, it's not really a substitute for a hard, hot cock, but I made the best of it. I would have the most lurid fantasies, imagining two or three guys in my bed fucking me, or maybe wanking over me. Sometimes I'd lubricate a vibrator, push it up my bum to pretend I was letting them fuck my arse. On occasions I'd have X-rated dreams, which usually involved me being in a large room naked, with several men taking turns to fuck me, whilst dozens of people watched. I don't know why it turned me on so much, but invariably I'd wake, pussy soaking, on the verge of orgasm and finger myself frenziedly, climaxing quickly Of course they were just dreams and fantasises, things which aroused me but never expected to actually do, certainly not now I'm 52 years old. Inevitably after about three celibate years I got fed up with the lack of sex and a couple of years ago had a short lived affair. That was followed by two one night stands last year and last New Years Eve, I was fucked by a guy, barely out of his teens, at a party in a hotel. Had it not been for that, sex would have been but a distant memory. The years have been kind to me and I think I'm still quite pretty. I imagine the young guys found me attractive because they were eager enough to fuck me and one described me as a MILF, which I suppose is a complement of sorts. I'm slim, 5'6” tall, my tits are 32b. I thought them to small when I was younger but now I like the fact they are still perky. My thighs are a bit on the chunky side, but in heels my legs look longer and more shapely. I dislike tights and normally wear stockings and suspenders or holdups because and think they are more hygienic. For the same reason I shave my pussy and rarely wear panties under my skirts and dresses, unless it is particularly cold. As I mentioned, I had a couple of one night stands about this time last year. They were both much younger than me, in their late twenties. It was flattering and a bit of a boost to the ego to be hit on by them. Both times, within a couple of hours of meeting, I was in bed being fucked. To be honest the sex wasn't that great, but at least I was getting fucked and with a bit of help from my mouth, they were able to recover quickly. One fucked me twice, the other three times and I did actually cum. Both times my husband was fast asleep when I got home late, blissfully unaware what time I returned home. Having got away with it whetted my appetite for more. Several times I called in at the bar I'd been picked up in, hoping it would happen again. No such luck, I was only approached by a drunk who wasn't much younger than me. I eventually got another opportunity at a New Years party where I got chatted up on the dance floor, by a young guy who was with a family group at an adjacent table. We slipped away without being noticed and found the conservatory at the back of the hotel wasn't being used. It was in darkness and we slipped inside and shut the door. There was enough light shinning through the glass doors to see the tables and chairs and not bang into things. We began kissing. I rubbed myself against him, gratified to feel his cock stiffen, pressing against my body. He eased my dress up, stroking the smooth flesh above the tops of my stockings. He pulled the dress higher, up to my waist, moved his hands to my bum, fondling my naked buttocks. He was well pleased when he discovered I wasn't wearing panties and he had unimpeded access to my cunt. I parted my legs, he moved a hand between us, stroking my smooth mound, his fingers brushing against my clit before he slid two fingers into my wet hole. He gave me a good fingering while I unzipped him, pulled his cock out and started to wank him. The guy manoeuvred us to the end of the conservatory, into a gap behind a row of large leafy pot plants. I crouched down took his stiff cock in my mouth and began to suck him off, while he tugged my dress up under my arms. I sucked him for a few minutes, rubbing my clit then stood and told him I wanted him to fuck me. He turned me around, bent me over a table, pushing my legs apart. I felt his cock touch my bum, then my thigh as he stooped. He slid his prick between my legs, I raised myself, his cock slipped into my hole and he began to fuck me. He undid my bra, releasing my tits, his hands cupping them, fingers teasing my nipples. I felt my nips stiffening, moaning quietly with pleasure as his hard cock penetrated me deeply. I suppose he'd been fucking me for 3 or 4 minutes before he pulled out, turned me over and laid me over the table. I spread my legs, he entered me again, bending down sucking my nipples as I wrapped my legs around him. Each time he withdrew, I tightened my legs, forcing his cock back inside me, lifting my bum, so he fully penetrated my cunt with each thrust. Between gasps and sighs of arousal I urged him to fuck me harder and cum inside me. I was getting close to cumming when the door between the hotel and conservatory opened and I heard my husband call my name. Through the thick foliage I could see him standing just inside the door. I frantically looked up at the guy, mouthing to the him to keep quiet. He ignored me, continued fucking me. He rammed his cock in hard, the table moved scraping on the floor. I gasped loudly watching my husband moving closer. “It's my husband” I whispered. He shrugged and drove his cock back into me, then slow withdrew it until it was just inside my cunt. “She's not here” he called loudly. My husband stopped, staring directly towards us, but unable to see us because of the plants. “I'm sorry. I was looking for Melanie, my wife” he apologised, turning to leave. I started to let out a sigh of relief which only lasted momentarily when the guy called after him “I'm fucking some Slut from the party. You can fuck her when I've finished, or stay and watch if you want” I didn't have time to do anything before my hubby thankfully, and not really unexpectedly, made some flustered reply and hurried out, closing the door behind him. “You bastard” I told the guy. He laughed, “Admit it. It turned you on. You were rocking back on my cock the whole time” I started to deny it until I realised I was still moving slowly back and fore on his prick, my legs gripping him tightly, holding his cock in my pussy. He began to fuck me again, quietly suggesting that I imagine my husband had accepted the invitation to stay and watch his wife being fucked. That and how close I'd been to getting caught having an illicit fuck aroused and excited me. I began to caress my clitoris, felt his rampant cock, touching my fingertips as he fucked me more vigorously. I heard him mutter he was close. I frantically rubbed my clit harder and faster, wanting to orgasm with him. I felt his prick twitching inside me as he ejaculated. The knowledge that a young guy I'd only just met, whose name I couldn't remember, was dumping his spunk in my cunt, just added to my pleasure and I climaxed moments later. I felt his cock pulsing inside me at least four times, pumping copious amounts of spunk into my cunt. I unwrapped my legs from around him, lay back with them spread wide, with his cock still inside me. I propped myself up and looked between my legs. I sat admiring the sight of his cock still my cunt, my splayed crinkly labia and his prick and shining with sex juices. His spunk started to seep from my hole, as his cock softened. He took a pen from his jacket pocket and I watched as he wrote his mobile number on my shaven mound, just above my cunt. The joy of being fucked by a virile young guy was evident when he pulled out and I slid off the table and stood. His spunk poured from my pussy, dangling from my gaping hole before a large dollop splashed on the floor. I grabbed some paper napkins off the table wiped my pussy. I fastened my bra and pulled my dress down. He'd already tucked his cock back in his trousers, ready to leave. I could feel more spunk running down my legs, soaking my stockings, the disadvantage of not wearing panties. I raised the front of my dress, wiped my legs and pussy again, then wadded some more napkins and pushed them into my slit to stem the flow. I finally tidied myself up, smoothed my dress, gave him a kiss and thanked him for making it a more pleasurable night than I'd expected. He said to give him a call if I fancied a repeat and thanked me for making it a memorable 20th birthday and New Year for him. I don't suppose it would have stopped me had I known he was so young, he looked older and certainly had the self confidence. He checked the coast was clear before we slipped out of the conservatory separately and rejoined the party just before midnight. I told my husband I'd been feeling unwell and had been in the ladies and outside for some fresh air when he asked where I'd been. We departed shortly after welcoming in the New Year and got a taxi home. I intended to copy the number on my pussy and ring the guy, even though I still didn't know his name. I went to the bathroom, undressed and discover that several of the numbers had smudged and others rubbed off. Disappointed that I'd lost his number, I showered removing any remaining evidence that I'd been fucked. Not that hubby would have noticed, he was fast asleep when I climbed into bed. For one reason and another I had to wait several months into this year before I had the next chance to be bad again. Almost six long months without any cock, the almost unbearable frustration of trying to satisfy myself using my fingers and toys, often thinking about the night I'd been fucked on the table and almost caught. By then I was desperate for a hard cock and willing to do practically anything to get it. Well, in June it finally happened. This time it was with a guy who encouraged me to lose my inhibitions, indulge in and perform sex acts without restraint, not only fulfilling some of my fantasies, but others that I'd never even thought about. I'll write again and tell you about it if you want me too.