I lay naked on the bed, covered only by a thin sheet, trying to get my head around what had just happened. I was pretty sure that I had just had my first orgasm. I was forty. I had married too young, the result of a teenage pregnancy that resulted in twins. Following a shotgun wedding, we moved in with my parents. A six bedroom Victorian terraced house in South London, which I inherited when my parents were killed in a car crash. Without a mortgage, my husband Rob's earnings as an electrician was more than enough to live on. My job was to be a full time mother and housewife. I think I did a good job, but when the kids were in their teens, I went to night school and obtained a qualification in book keeping and started a part time job. It was a bit of an eye-opener. I was horrified by the way the younger women gossiped about sex with their boyfriends, It reminded me how well off I was. I had never done anything like that with Rob, sex for us was once a week, with the lights out, usually with me on my back and occasionally in what I now know is called doggy-style. Even less occasionally, Rob asked me to suck his penis, then finish him off with my hand. I was content, I thought Rob was too. My cosy little world imploded when I came home one evening to find two envelopes on the kitchen table. One was a letter from Rob saying that he was leaving me. In the larger envelope I would find divorce papers, all I had to do was sign, he would make no claim on the house or on our healthy savings. It was my fortieth birthday. The letter went on to say that he felt he had been cheated of his youth and was going to start over and try to catch up. No hard feelings. I spent three months on anti-depressants. The kids had by now, obtained medical degrees and were in their foundation years, one in Inverness, the other in Bangor, North Wales. It was my lady G.P. who convinced me that I too, had been handed a chance for a new life. I was still young, attractive and intelligent. The house was by now, worth a fortune and was far too big. I should sell it, buy a two bedroom flat and enjoy being rich. In her words; "Get out there and grab life by the balls." My 'cultural' holiday in Greece was the first step. It was a guided package tour to ancient Greece, I was the only solo person in the group and the youngest by at least twenty years. That first night, I had dined alone. When I went to the bar afterwards, I had been joined by a good looking man, probably ten years my junior, who insisted on buying me a drink. He was Richard, he was South African and was travelling alone, also soaking up the culture of ancient Greece. We spent the evening together, he walked me to my room, thanked me for a pleasant evening and had kissed me goodnight. On the cheek. I was very flattered. The tour had an early start the next morning, there was no sign of Richard. I sat alone on the tour bus, the rest of the group were polite, but not friendly. Had I made a mistake? It really drove home the fact that I was alone. Richard was waiting when we got back to the hotel and suggested that we dine together, as we were both unaccompanied. I readily agreed. He was very charming, very knowledgeabe and the wine flowed freely. Again he walked me to my room. I unlocked my door and turned, expecting another goodnight peck on the cheek. Instead, he kissed my mouth, and in a way that Rob had never done. I saw stars, my legs were like jelly. Without breaking the kiss, Richard backed me into the room, kicking the door closed and then we were on my bed, with me being kissed like never before. Little by little, he undressed me, kissing each bit revealed. My heart was pounding, my senses reeling. My last line of defence, my sensible knickers, vanished with the rest he placed a kiss on my very hairy mound, looked up at me and said; "May I kiss your cunt?" My whole body tensed at the sound of the ugly, beautiful word. I had of course, heard the word before, many times, but never in this context and certainly not being applied to a part of me. Before I could respond, he was doing it. And not just kissing, his tongue was worming it's way inside. My mind was saying no, this is wrong, but my body was loving it. Then his tongue found my clitoris, I hadnt really known that I had one until that moment. Once he had found it, it became the focus of his attention, licking and sucking. I had never experienced such pleasure. Then suddenly, my body began to convulse. It scared me, I couldn't breathe, I had no idea what was happening to me. Slowly, I returned to a kind of normal. I opened my eyes and tried to focus. Richard was kneeling on the bed, between my spread legs, he must have stripped while I was recovering, he was naked. Commanding my attention was a huge, erect penis. Was I dreaming? Rob's was like a chipolata compared to this, it would destroy me. It didn't. Far from it. He leaned forward and kissed each breast, then my mouth as his massive organ found my entrance. Slowly, he pushed into me, stretching me, filling me. I wrapped my arms around him, my knees had raised and my legs spread instinctively to accomodate him. He began his movements, slowly at first, increasing until he was pounding me. Then he grunted and stopped his thrusts, instead making several short stabs as he ejaculated. I swear that I could feel his semen pulsing into me. The feeling that I had as he licked me, started to return and again I was swept into the previously unknown miracle of orgasm. He slipped out of me and rolled off, panting. When his breathing returned to normal, he kissed me, got off the bed and put his clothes on. I stayed on my back feeling his tribute trickle from me. He kissed me once more, covered me with the sheet and said; "Sleep well, see you tomorrow. " Then he was gone. I lay naked on the bed, covered only by the sheet, trying to get my head around what had just happened. I was pretty sure that I had just had my first orgasm. And my second. At the age of forty? I had had sex with my husband perhaps thousands of times. I had beleived that I was having orgasms, thinking that the warm, close feeling that I sometimes experienced, was my orgasm. How was I to know otherwise? Now I knew. And I wanted more of it. In effect, I had just been fucked for the first time. Even thinking that word made me shudder. I said it out loud, well, not really loud, but actually voiced the word; "Fuck. I've just been fucked. Fucked in my cunt with a big, hard cock. He kissed my cunt and then fucked me." I was shaking with exitement, that feeling between my legs was back. I wanted another orgasm. My nipples were almost painfully stiff. I touched them, exciting myself further. I fondled my breasts like Richard had. No, not my breasts, my tits. My big, round, stiff-nippled tits. "Tits." I was almost shouting now. "Tits! Cunt! Cock! Balls! I've just been fucked!" The trickle of semen from what, from this moment I would call my cunt, seemed to increase. How could that be? It was my own juices, mixing with his… spunk! With one hand still on a tit, I reached down, through the thicket of never-trimmed hair and pushed a finger into my dribbling cunt. Where was it? Where was the part that had given me so much pleasure. Just touching my cunt was enough to drive me wild. When I found it, it was like an electric shock. I rubbed it, it was wet and slippery. My finger was not as subtle as his tongue and lips had been, but it was still good. I could do it by myself, I was wanking! My third orgasm was self-induced, and felt just as good as the others. Perhaps even better, I was in control. At least until the climax hit, then I was convulsing like I had earlier. When the convulsions stopped, I rolled onto my side, my hand still pressed to my groin. The last thing I remember was thinking; "The bed's wet." I overslept the next morning, having to miss breakfast in order to catch the tour bus. There was no sign of Richard. Nor was there when we returned late that afternoon, but after I had showered, changed my clothes and gone down for dinner, he was at the bar. We kissed. As soon as dinner was over, we went up to my room. I was more at ease this time, I knew what was going to happen and I wanted it. I ached for it. We lay on my bed naked, kissing and caressing. There was no hurry, I explored his body for the first time, I stroked his lovely big cock for the first time as he fingered my wet cunt. I tried to wank him as he worked me towards climax. When it came, it was as explosive as previously. I expected and wanted, him to mount me and fuck me again. Instead, he said; "Suck me, suck my cock." Yes, oh yes, I wanted to. I had sucked Rob's, I knew what to do, but I had never enjoyed doing it, I accepted it as part of my duties as a wife. This was one I was going to enjoy. It was significantly bigger than Rob's, and circumcised. One of the reasons for not liking to suck Rob's was the smell when the foreskin was pulled back. I now know that provided it is clean, cut or uncut, there is no difference. Richard's just smelled clean I kissed the tip, licking away the salty tear that was oozing from it, then took it into my mouth. It filled my mouth. I held the root of his shaft with one hand and bobbed my head up and down, occasionally stopping to just suck on it. Richard made encouraging comments like; "That's so good." Alternating with groans of pleasure. With my other hand, I gently cupped his big balls. He liked that too. He placed a hand on the back of my head, I knew what that meant. Very occasionally, Rob had done this, wanting to come in my mouth. I hated it. Not this time, my lover was going to fill my mouth with his spunk. But I was not expecting the torrent that he released, it was too much, it spilled from my mouth down his shaft and onto my fingers. I took my mouth away. I had never swallowed Rob's, always letting it run from my mouth onto the bed, not spitting, just not drinking it. This was no exception, I allowed Richard's gift to spill out. Richard pulled me up and kissed my lips, tasting his own seed. He thanked me. Rob had always simply turned over and gone to sleep. Richard took me in his arms and the foreplay started again. I enjoyed the solid feel of his cock in my hand, I wanted to feel it inside me again, inside my cunt, fucking me. He kissed his way down my body, he was going to suck me again! My second orgasm of the evening was tongue induced and so powerfull that I almost passed out. Richard turned me over, pulled me up onto my knees, and fed his cock into me from behind. He felt even bigger in this position. Doggy style. Rob had occasionally taken me in this way. And that was the difference, he had taken me, now I was giving myself. It is not the most intimate of positions, but it is one of the most exiting. Animal, almost brutal. As Richard slammed into me, my tits bounced wildly. He took them in his hands a squeezed them hard, enhancing my feeling of helplessness. I loved it. His spunk seemed to fire into me like a pressure hose. When he was done, he fell sideways, taking me with him, laughing with delight. His cock still in my spunk-filled cunt. He softened inside and slipped out, but we stayed like this, nestling like spoons as he showered my neck with kisses, fondling both tits. "What's on your agenda for tomorrow?" He asked, kissing my neck for the thousandth time. "Nothing," I replied. "Tomorrow is free day, nothing sheduled." He sat up. "Wonderful," he said. "Spend the day with me, I have a car, we can go to Delphi." Delphi was not on my itinerary, I had been disapointed, but it was deemed to be too far away and to do Delphi justice, a whole day was needed. But by car? I asked about the distance, was it too far? Richard replied that if we started really early, we could do in the day. "Get some sleep now," he said. "I will knock on your door at about five o'clock." I had a better idea; "Stay here with me tonight, wake me with whatever is pressing against my bum." In fact he kissed me awake, then left for his own room. We were on the road before six, stopped for breakfast on the way and were waiting at the gates before the site opened for business. We were the first people in, the tourist coaches had yet to arrive. Richard suggested that we make the trek to the highest part of the site, the stadium, immediately. It was going to get much hotter and as most people started at the bottom, we might have it to ourselves. He was right, being able to enjoy the place uncrowded, was a rare privilege. But when we had refreshed and rested, he took advantage of the solitude to kiss me, kisses increasing in intensity, enhanced by him putting a hand inside my shirt and caressing my swollen tits. "I want to fuck you now," he said softly. "Right here, right now." We were quite alone, from our vantage point I could see the car park filling up and people beginning the hike up the hill. I was thrilled by the idea and readily agreed. We found a shady place, I supported myself on a large block of stone and bent forward. Richard lifted the back of my skirt and slipped my knickers off. Then he placed a kiss on each bum-cheek and fed himself into my wet cunt. It was over very quickly. I didn't come of course, but I enjoyed the sensation of his spunk pumping into me in such an ancient and revered place. (Delphi I mean, not my cunt!) My first al fresco fuck. We spent the rest of the day enjoying slightly more cultural things. We stopped at a small taverna for dinner on the way home. As I went to get out of the car, Richard stopped me, grabbing my hand and placing it on the large bulge in his pants, saying; "I need to lose this before we eat." "Would you like me to wank you?" I asked. "No," he replied. "I can do that myself, besides, I don't want to get spunk on the hire car, I'd like you to suck me off." I was happy to oblige, but to do it without his spunk spurting over the car, could mean only one thing. He wanted to come in my mouth. I set about my task. He came quickly, but not as generously as the first time I had sucked him. This time I was able to contain his offering in my mouth. What now? Spit it into a tissue? No. For the first time, I experienced the sensational sensation, of thick, warm spunk slide down my throat. And I liked it. We got back late to the hotel, and went straight to bed, this time, his bed. Both naked, he snuggled behind me,arms around me, a tit in each hand. His erection pressed againt my bum crack. I reached behind and fed it into my cunt. I said that doggy style is exciting but not intimate. This variation, spoons, is very intimate, bodies in close contact throughout. And besides, you can, and we did, fall asleep with it in. There were six days left of my holiday, with trips sheduled for all but one. I told the tour guide that I would not be coming on any of them. What I did not say, was that Instead, I would be coming in Richard's bed, or wherever the urge took us. We still managed to acheive a fair bit of sightseeing, regrettably, even he could not fuck non-stop. But it was not my classical education that benefitted from the rest of the holiday, it was my sex education. Dozing on the flight home, I tried to relive my awakening. I knew that there was no future for me with Richard, he had wanted me and I had needed him. He had fucked me, not to oblivion, but to awareness. Awareness of the woman I could be. I also realised that the sex we had was hardly safe sex. At my lady doctor's suggestion, I was still on the pill, but unprotected sex with someone from Africa is Russian roulette. I would need to see her as soon as possible. That was all fifteen years ago. I did indeed grab life by the balls. A great many of them. I still do. You're never too old to start.