I was about 37 or 38 years old (2012-13) and my life at the time was a chaotic mess. It was probably the lowest point of my life to date but I’m here to arouse, not depress you. This is one of my husband’s favourite stories about my past and when I retell it, it always leads to some great sex. I hope you enjoy it as well.

So I’m a single Mum, I’ve just moved back to my home city and I’m rebuilding my life after a toxic relationship, I’ll spare you the gritty details but I’d just secured a new rented house and landed a job to pay the bills. Socially, I hadn’t really been active for a few years, the ex was a controlling prick and now I found myself in the position of being able to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. It was as exciting as it was terrifying and little did I know that literally days after this event I would be fortunate enough to meet my husband. I hadn’t had sex for months and recently I’d even stopped playing with myself. I hated to accept the fact but I needed a real boost both emotionally and physically. My sister in law had set me up a few weeks previous to this on a dating website but my heart wasn’t in that either, despite the fact that there were lots of messages in my inbox waiting to be read.

I didn’t really want to go out on Saturday night but eventually the group of girls who I had started working with convinced me. They were all in their early to mid 20’s, at least 10 years younger than me and they were already planning an evening of heavy drinking and hooking up with guys, the very thought of a night like this left me cold. The one other thing that we had in common, apart from being work colleagues and friends, was that we were all single. Whenever I have been single before I have always been very sexually active, you could say even downright promiscuous, but those memories and that girl seemed like something from a very distant dream. I’d arranged childcare and spent what seemed like hours going through my wardrobe to find something appropriate to wear that didn’t make me look out of place with the youngsters and eventually I put an outfit together that I was relatively happy with.

A pair of short, figure hugging black shorts (the cheeks of my arse peeked out slightly and when I bent over they rose even higher between my cheeks), a pair of black, sheer hold up stockings and a cute pair of black heels were complimented by a navy blue v-neck vest top and my short black leather jacket. The hold ups were black from the toes up to my mid-thigh, where the material turned more sheer, with a lacy line which ran down the backs of my thighs which made my slim legs look long especially in the 3 inch heels I wore (I’m only 5’2 in real-life). I chose a couple of long necklaces that hung between my cleavage, almost down to my naval and my favourite pair of large hoop earrings. I had gone for a set of my best underwear as well because on a night out a girl never knows what might happen. The knickers were black and lacy, really small and almost like a thong at the back. The matching bra was underwired and gave my large chest a real lift and exposed around 5 or 6 inches of soft, full cleavage. I initially chose a really low cut top but my tits looked massive in it, and despite not having any issues about dressing like a slut for the right occasion, I didn’t feel it appropriate for tonight. I took time with my hair, teasing it in to loose waves that hung down to my shoulders. After I’d applied my make-up I took a selfie in my bedroom mirror and I was relatively happy with the way I looked. I applied my favourite perfume and I was ready to go. I’ve always been fortunate enough to look much younger than I actually am and I was finally content that I wouldn’t look like the girls from work were going out with their Mum!

I got the bus in to town at around 7pm on Saturday night and I was pleasantly surprised by a few smiles and acknowledgements from guys on the journey. It had been almost 4 years since I had been out alone with friends and after blasting out some party tunes and a couple of glasses of wine as I got ready, I was now in the mood to let my hair down. I can’t exactly remember how long it had been since I had last fucked anyone other than my shit head and shit in bed ex, but I’d say it was at least 3 years. During these years of course there had been other men who came in to my life but I hadn’t let any of them fuck me. In my mind I wasn’t cheating as long as a guy didn’t put his dick inside my pussy and this meant that I felt free to do anything and everything else and not feel guilty about it. I had to admit though that for the first time in ages I was ready to socialise and maybe even flirt a little.

The first few bars and pubs were a blur of giggles and shots as we all began to let our hair down. We had already attracted quite a lot of male attention, a couple of the girls had already had a few drunken snogs but so far no one had caught my eye. Two guys had bought me drinks but one was far too boring and the other far too arrogant to keep my attention. My type back then was men in there mid forties, the kind of man who has got his shit together both inside and outside of the bedroom. As we all stood around a high table, dancing away and singing at the top of our voices I noticed someone quite clearly undressing me with their eyes. He was handsome with dark short hair with a hint of stubble and when he flashed me his smile I felt my stomach swirl a little. He was certainly my type, taller than me and he looked in great physical shape without being ripped, even to this day I’ve never been in to overly muscular men, give me a Dad bod every time. I was feeling tipsy by now, my inhibitions were certainly loosening and for the first time in an age I was starting to feel aroused, it felt like meeting an old friend, the warmth of my horniness starting to make my skin tingle. It had been far too long since I’d felt like this and I returned the guys smile and like an obedient puppy, he came walking over to me. It was his smile that won me over, a wide mouth with full lips, full of genuine fun and I needed that mouth all over my body.

But as he walked closer, through the dark bar I realised that he wasn’t the man I’d been hoping for. My initial observations about him being a hottie remained but he was young enough to be my son. Typical I thought to myself, it was completely in line with the shitty luck I’d been having recently. He claimed to be 25 but I didn’t believe him for a second. I found him amusing as he tried to ‘man up’ in front of me and I felt a little embarrassed for him because his mates were all clearly laughing and watching from across the bar and waiting for him to get blown out. But he certainly did know how to hold a conversation and I eventually gave in and told him that if he was honest with me then I’d let him buy me a drink. He was 19, 19 years old for fuck sake. I owned pairs of shoes that were older than him.

I watched him wander off to the bar and a couple of his mates high fived him, before he returned and we moved to a booth to sit and chat. To this day I still can’t remember his name, I’m not entirely sure if I ever asked for it, the music was loud when we were talking and combined with the drinks I’d had I have no recollection of it at all. He was stunned when I told him my real age, he said he thought I was in my mid 20’s, bless him, but the fact that I was nearly 20 years older than him only spurred him on more and he rested his hand on my knee as he told me about his first year away from home at university, somewhere in the north west if memory serves me correctly and admitting that he also had a girlfriend. He was visiting his new uni mates for the weekend and he wasn’t a local guy. With this new information in mind I knew there wouldn’t be a repeat performance or a risk of bumping in to him again so I made an easy decision.

I could feel the hot and wet sensation building up right between my thighs. My knickers felt like I’d got a little too excited and almost pee’d myself, but this moisture was made out of pure lust, my body’s way of letting me know that I needed some sexual gratification. The fizz and glow that was spreading throughout my entire body as this young pup continued to shower me in compliments and caresses, felt incredible. I had almost forgotten how wonderful it feels to be so physically desired that someone would do anything you want them to in order to fuck me. It was a cheap thrill but a thrill nonetheless. He could not keep his eyes off of my chest and this attention only added to my horny state of mind, my nipples were now fully erect and the sensation of them poking through my sexy bra and vest top only added to the intensity of the situation. We talked and flirted for around 15 minutes and by this time both my friends and his, had lost interest in watching us.

I had realised immediately that we had nothing in common at all apart from the need to fuck each other so I shifted in my seat slightly and opened my thighs a little wider for his wandering fingers to explore. As he traced his way up my stocking clad inner thighs I knew that I was going to take him home and fuck him. It was either through good luck or excellent technique that as he leaned in to kiss me for the first time his finger or thumb pressed firmly through my shorts just about a centimetre below my clitoris. I let out a gasp of pleasure and involuntarily leaned back in to the booth seating so that instead of his lips meeting mine for a snog, he began to kiss and nibble at my neck. It felt fucking amazing but then he moved his fingers up, slightly higher and almost flicked my clit, quite firmly and this combination made me cum, really fucking hard. There I sat, in public with a teenager, having experienced the most intense orgasm for ages, surrounded by strangers. The orgasm almost felt painful and it lasted for a good twenty seconds as my big climax was followed up by a series of smaller contractions. As my lips finally met his our tongues explored each others mouths, oblivious to where we were and who may be watching us. I needed more, much more and I realised that my secret side, the one that desires male attention and gets all needy in such company, had made a welcome and much missed return.

Pulling away from him in order to regain some composure he began to tell me how his fantasy had always been to fuck a ‘MILF with huge tits’, his words not mine, and I took his hand and guided it up and inside my untucked vest top. He told me how his girlfriend only had small and firm boobs and he looked almost hypnotised by my big chest as he complimented me on the size of my nipples as well. His hands were warm and we snogged again and he slid a second hand up and pulled my bra down so that my left breast fell free of its support. I could taste the cider on his tongue as he took big handfuls of my tits, squeezing them firmly and pushing them together. I have always been able to cum without any penetration if a guy plays with my tits in the right way, providing that I have something to grind my pussy against, but as both his hands were already busy groping me I had to take matters in to my own hands. Dropping my right hand between my hot thighs I pressed my legs together tightly and rubbed my clit slowly but firmly as I leaned closer to him and explored the top of his jeans searching for his prick. When my fingers found it and I playfully pinched the tip of his cock with my fingers, his body jerked wildly, I thought for a second that he had already literally cum in his pants. He felt fairly thick, and ridiculously hard, but my thoughts about his cock were lost as I made myself cum again this time as we continued to make out. I bit my lip hard as another orgasm lit up my entire body and this time it took me a good few minutes to gather myself. Fuck, was I horny.

We sat grinning at each other as we finished our drinks and any embarrassment that I felt soon melted away as my pussy and nipples continue to ache with sexual need and frustration. He looked so pleased with himself and he looked so young that I squirmed a little in embarrassment. But I was too involved by now. I told him to meet me around the corner from the pub in 15 minutes. I didn’t ask him, I told him that he was coming back home with me and he returned to his group of mates grinning like the Cheshire cat . To this day I have no idea what he told them but I could have an educated guess. I messaged on the girls group chat that I was feeling really pissed and was heading home (technically, I was telling the truth somewhat) and I went to the bathroom to touch up my make up and take a pee. My skimpy black knickers were stuck to my mound with my own excitement and the feeling as I began to pee was a mixture of relief and sexual pleasure.

He was waiting for me as instructed and within minutes we were in a taxi and on the way back to mine. His hands were all over me for the short 20 minutes journey home, again it was my breasts that were getting all of the attention and he managed now to ease both of my heavy tits out of my bra so he could grope them properly. I offered no resistance whatsoever, instead I purred and groaned at his touch and told him exactly what I needed from him. I put my hand inside his jeans so that I could have a proper feel of what was on offer but I was only able to reach the head of his dick. I stroked him and eased his foreskin back and I was rewarded with a big dollop of pre-cum which I eventually licked from my fingers and then snogged him again as the taxi approached my house. I noticed the taxi driver glance at us both a few times in his rear-view mirror as we made out, if he would have been fit then I would have invited the driver to come in with us as well. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of late, I was entering full on slut mode and I was loving every second of it.

He paid for the taxi as I unlocked the front door and as soon as he was inside I pushed the door shut behind him and gleefully felt him push me against the wall. As he began to paw and fondle my body our tongues danced together again as we took it in turns ripping off each others clothes. I pulled my top over my head and his jaw nearly hit the floor as he saw my tits properly for the first time in my pretty bra, my nipples already hard and poking through the lacey sheer material. For the first time in ages I caught myself in the full length hallway mirror and I liked what I saw, I felt confident and comfortable again, and did I mention absolutely desperate to get fucked?

When he unclipped my bra, he stepped back to watch as my heavy tits fell free. I made a big deal of slowly slipping out of my bra and letting it fall to the floor and I pushed out my chest towards him. With both hands he grabbed my right tit and squeezed it hard as his mouth latched on to my nipple and he began sucking and nibbling my tit like a man (boy) possessed. I groaned again with lust and reached down to squeeze his hard cock through his jeans. I got a much better gauge of his size this time, he felt around 6 inches or so but the hardness of his shaft was a delightful and unexpected surprise. I could feel him throbbing and pulsing in my hand, he had one of the hardest erections I’ve ever been lucky enough to experience and I unzipped him expertly with one hand before undoing his belt and button so that I could pull his jeans down over his muscular arse and thighs. His boxer shorts were an expensive brand, I remember thinking back that I thought students were supposed to be poor. They were black in colour and now his cock was pushing hard against the material and desperate for some attention. There was a large wet stain all over the front of his boxers and he too looked like he’d nearly pee’d himself. How long had it really been since a random guy had filled my mouth full of spunk I wondered.

After unbuttoning his shirt I found out that his chest was hard, hard and almost hairless and I ran my fingers over his skin, my fingers circling his nipples. He clearly liked this and when I pinched his nipple hard between my finger and thumb he let out a little yelp before he pulled me towards him for another snog. Now my big tits were squished against him and he began to dry hump me against the wall. His tongue was eager and I had to tell him to slow down before he finally began to read the response of my lips and then I really felt myself letting go. The pressure and friction of his hard dick against my still covered pussy had me right back on the brink of unravelling again.

It was now his turn and I held eye contact as I dropped to my knees and slowly, very slowly, pulled down his boxer shorts so that his prick sprang out and bounced right in front of my face. He was leaking pre-cum everywhere and I made sure to delicately gather up as much as I could and rubbed it between my cleavage and around my nipples. He was well groomed and his soft, heavy balls were almost hairless, I took this as an invitation to lick and then suck on them, feeling them all squidgy between my lips. I needed more comfort though and so leading him in to my living room, I held him by his cock and led him as he waddled behind me and we both giggled, before I pushed him on to my sofa. In seconds I had his jeans and boxers around his ankles so that he could now spread his thighs wide for me to kneel down between them. His thighs and calves were muscular and strong, he told me that he played a lot of sport but I can’t remember what exactly, I didn’t really give a fuck. All that I wanted was to pleasure him until he could take no more. Kneeling up before him I kissed his chest as my fingers stroked their way slowly down to his groin. His eyes were closed in anticipation and I now needed to taste his cock. I blew on it gently as my nails raked him from the tip of his prick to the underside of his balls. His cock was dancing as I teased him, twitching and moving in response to my touch and with one slow and deliberate move I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and held him there while I began to wank him in to my mouth slowly and whilst gripping the base of his cock. I squeezed my tits together so that they rested against his balls and I began to swallow him inch by delicious inch. His eyes opened suddenly as I almost had him to the back of my throat and then he lost it!!!

His legs tensed, his hands suddenly moved to the back of my head and then I felt the first spurt of his hot cum hit the back of my throat as he held me in place, his hands on the back of my head pulling at my hair, but I didn’t stop. I continued sucking him off whilst running my tongue all around his shaft. I swallowed some cum but there was loads of it, some trickling out of my mouth and running down his balls which suddenly didn’t look or feel anywhere near as tight as they had previously. My eyes watered and I gagged a little but I kept him in my mouth until his entire body stopped twitching and he went limp. It was one of the biggest loads that I have ever swallowed and that is a statement in itself!

I went to the kitchen to get us both a drink, his cum tasted really strong and salty on my lips, and whilst in there I slipped my shorts off so that I was topless and only wearing my hold ups and knickers when I returned to him with a glass of wine each. He was staring at the ceiling with a big grin on his face and his hand was back around his cock, stroking it slowly as his eyes took in my body. His dick was quite pretty, not quite big enough for what I really needed and craved, but he would have to do for now. I walked over to him slowly, deliberately making my tits sway and bounce and without a word, I bent over with my arse only inches from his now hardening prick. He told me he had a condom in his wallet and I smiled sweetly at him before letting him know that that was very thoughtful of him. Hurriedly he found it and I watched over my shoulder attentively as he rolled it over his cock which once again now looked hard as steel. As soon as the condom was in place he stood behind me and pushed me gently so that I was on all fours, my arms resting on the coffee table. I whispered to him to fuck me hard and I felt the gorgeous sensation of his cock head spreading my loose and sticky pussy lips. With a grunt and a slow deep thrust I felt him fill me up and I could feel his well groomed pubes tickling my arse.

To be honest he looked better than he fucked, although it was clear that he was really enjoying it. He held my hips tight as he began to pump me hard from behind but I needed my hand on my clit again if I was going to cum like I needed to. He fucked me quickly but with a steady rhythm, and it was only when he reached under me and began man-handling my tits again, they were bouncing and swinging everywhere in time to his strokes, that the heat began to spread once again throughout my cheeks and chest. The slapping noise from his balls banging against my arse sounded so filthy that my cunt and lower stomach began to contract in pleasure once more. I looked over my shoulder and asked him where he wanted to cum and I smiled smugly when he replied that he wanted to cover my tits. I pulled away from him with a loud slurp and spun around on my knees to face him before I took his cock in my hand and quickly pulled off the condom. Taking his cock now in my cleavage, I could smell myself all over his length and I squeezed both boobs tightly around his shaft and spat down on to my cleavage for extra lubrication. His face was an absolute picture as he looked down at me and I whispered filthy things to him, encouraging him to empty his balls once again, telling him that he could cum wherever he wanted to. When he finally reached the point of no return he too grabbed hold of my tits and I felt three or four hot and thick jets of spunk erupt all over my neck, chin and mouth. I scooped up his delicious mess and made a real show of swallowing it, licking my fingers clean and rubbing the rest in to my big tits.

He stayed the night and I let him fuck me once more before we both got some much needed rest. I rode him for around 40 minutes and it felt really good and I was in fact impressed with his stamina but at this stage my lust was dissipating. I had sobered up by now and in truth I wanted him out of the house ASAP so that I could have a bath and play with myself. Despite making me cum several times he had never been able to give me the much needed orgasm that would make me loose my mind and release me from feeling like a desperate dick hungry slut. I realised that although this had been good fun and extremely flattering, it only underlined the reason that I usually fucked older men.

He looked devastated when he left my house at around 7am. When I say that he left, the truth is that I kicked him out. In response to his question of ‘Can I see you again?’ (for the fourth time!?!) I said no (for the fourth time!?!). I kissed him on the cheek, thanked him and told him to take care and closed the front door on him. His previous questions had also received negative replies. Can I see you again? No. Can I have your number? No. Do you want to get some breakfast together? No. And so it went on until he finally got the message and left my house.

I ran a deep bath and spent around an hour soaking and pampering myself to get rid of the stale smell of sex that was coming from my body. Feeling refreshed but still a little embarrassed about what I had done I went back to bed to finally give myself the satisfaction that he had been unable to deliver.