At this point in my life, I am loving the freedom my husband allows me, and he is loving what that freedom brings to us.  One of the best parts of being with a new person is the joy it brings my husband to hear about it. We seem closer the more I do it.

When I stopped seeing the two younger guys, I felt the urges grow a lot quicker than they had in the past. They were building to the point where everyone I looked at, I wanted. I just couldn’t wait to feel a new set of hands on my body.

A thought had been building in my mind for a long time, but now with the internet being developed better, I thought maybe now was the time to jump. I decided to try internet dating. A first date and not knowing where it went was something that I never got to experience much. My goal would be sex, but I wasn’t going to just sleep with a guy because we hung out. I wanted him to work for it.

I talked with my husband about it, and he thought I was insane and worried about me dating someone else. After a few days he eventually came around to the idea and even surprised me with a digital camera to post a picture of myself.

We decided that we couldn’t do it for our area. It would have to be for somewhere at least 2 hours away so no one would know. Preferably, we would get a hotel for my date. I picked a dating site that only had one face picture, and we made a profile, making sure it was clear I was looking for companionship versus a relationship.  I made myself up so that I looked just a little different in case someone we know saw it. It’s amazing how different makeup and hair can hide a face in a picture. 

Once the profile was made and submitted, we made passionate love. Guess my husband was more into the idea than he let on.

It was a couple of days before we could get back on the site to look. We figured there would be a couple of emails. There were over 30 waiting for us! 

It took the better part of a night to go through all of them. Most of them sounded like they were looking for a relationship versus just meeting for a fun night. I was giving up hope as we opened the last one. Then I felt my insides flutter as I read the email.

The email wasn’t anything special, but he made it clear he doesn’t want to settle down yet. He doesn’t like attending events by himself and was looking for someone to go with him. He mentioned a music festival coming up that he wanted to attend. He wasn’t exactly an athlete but looked like a nice guy, from his profile picture. My husband noticed immediately that I was a little more enthusiastic and asked if I wanted to respond, which I did.

In my email to him, I made sure to explain that I wasn’t looking for a relationship but just someone to hang out with occasionally. I hinted that I like music festivals and then hit send.

The next day we had a response waiting for us. It didn’t have much substance but did have an invitation to the music festival and a phone number. I asked my husband what he thought, and he gave me the go-ahead.

With my husband watching, I grabbed my cell phone and called. He answered almost immediately. We talked for about twenty minutes or so about our situations; I told him I am separated from my husband. He was just getting out of a serious relationship of 8 years. We made plans to meet for the music festival in 2 days at his house and ride together in his car. Not much else was said.

I know it sounds dangerous to today's standards, but even though internet dating had been around for a few years, it was still in its infancy. I don’t think I would do that in today's world.

My husband actually seemed more excited than I was. That night he made me try on a bunch of clothes to get ready for my date. He wanted me to wear a black dress, the one you see on my profile. I felt that might be too obvious because it is see-through in the right light. We settled on a pair of skorts that hugged my butt nicely and a low tank top that had a built-in bra. I would be comfortable but could still show myself off.

The excitement and nervousness grew as our date got closer. On the night of the date, my husband would be out with the kids, so he couldn’t come with to watch over me. He told me if it gets too late and things are going good, to spend the night with my date, and if they aren't going good, to treat myself to a hotel room. They were leaving bright and early the next day so they wouldn’t notice I was gone.

The night of our date finally came. I rushed home to shower and get dressed in the predetermined clothes. I put on a very small red pair of panties for luck and headed out the door. For some unexplained reason, I was feeling a lot more hornier than I usually felt when I knew things were going to happen. It took every fiber of my being to try to control my urges. I decided that if he didn’t work out, I would go somewhere else to find what I needed. One way or another, I was going to get laid tonight.

I arrived at my date’s house. He introduced himself as Jay. He was a little taller than me and was a little bigger around than I expected. I reached my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a seductive hug, resting my cheek on his. He put his arms around my waist, and I rested my body against his. I held him close for a few seconds and then pulled away, smiling at him.

We made our way to his pickup. It was an older pickup with a bench seat, so I sat in the middle next to him. He seemed a little surprised but didn’t complain. As we were driving, I was subtly flirting by touching his arm or resting my arm against his leg. 

When we arrived at the music festival, I climbed out of his side and gave him a quick hug in thanks for driving. He grabbed a blanket for us to sit on, and away we went. I wrapped my arm around his waist, and he put his over my shoulder and we made our way into the area. 

Once inside we found a nice area to spread out our blanket. We sat next to each other and started talking while we waited for the band to start playing. Jay seemed like a really nice guy, and he wasn’t really pushing the boundaries. I worried I may be going a little heavy-handed but quickly dismissed the thought.

Soon the band started playing, and everyone was up on their feet swaying to the music. I stood in front of him, and he stood close enough that I could feel his body occasionally touching me as he moved to the music. He got a little brave and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. We started moving together rather nicely.

I thought I would try and stir things up a little, so I reached up and wrapped my arms around his, holding them tightly to me. While his hands were tight around my body, I lowered his arms over my chest and down around my stomach and held them there. Apparently he liked when I ran his hands over my boobs because I could feel him growing into my lower back. I looked back at him and gave him a sexy smile as I ground my butt back into his growing bulge.

He held me tight, and I rubbed into him through a couple songs. Then a slow song came on, so I spun in his arms, keeping my body tight against his. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his head in close and started slow dancing. He held my body as tight as he could, and I rubbed myself all over him. The song ended too soon.

We broke apart and we headed to get something to eat and drink, then returned to our blanket. I sat across from him and was slightly bending over so he could get a great view of my cleavage as I ate.

After we finished our beers, the bands were switching. We lay across the blanket and chatted for a while. I made my next move and cuddled up close to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. I then laid my head on his arm as we talked more. It wasn’t long before he leaned in and gave me a deeper kiss. We played this little game over and over until the next band came on. Then it was back on our feet dancing.

This time there were a lot more little touches here and there. Then another slow dance came on, and I turned into him again. I leaned into him, and our lips touched, and we kissed for the entire song. He had both hands on my rear, thoroughly massaging it as my hands held his head to mine. It was very passionate.

When the bands were changing, we lay on the blanket together, kissing and holding each other. When the new band started, it wasn’t my kind of music. When I told him I didn’t care for the band, he offered to go back to his place and listen to music there. He looked surprised when I didn’t hesitate.

We walked arm in arm back to his truck and climbed in. He leaned over to kiss me before starting the truck. We just kept kissing each other until it just felt natural to lean back into his bench seat. I wrapped my legs around him while we kissed and our hands explored each other. I undid his pants and reached in and started rubbing him as he took one of my boobs out and started kissing it. Soon his hands were in my shorts, exploring and rubbing. It felt really good.

Someone walked by the truck and started cheering, so we reluctantly put ourselves together and left. On the drive to his house, I took him out of his pants and tried to suck on him, but the steering wheel kept getting in the way, so I just stroked him. He was rubbing between my thighs as all this was going on.

We finally got back to his place and had to struggle to put ourselves back into shape to walk in. The second his door closed, I went down on my knees, undid his pants, and took him into my mouth. He must have been really worked up because in less than a minute I had a mouthful of cum. I swallowed down all of it. 

I stood up and we moved to his bed. We lay down on the bed as soon as we removed our clothes. We cuddled into each other, and soon his mouth found mine, and he started working down my body to between my legs. I was really worked up, too, and came on his mouth in no time. He was a little awkward but still worked for me.

We soon kissed and cuddled in each other's arms as we drifted off to sleep. A few hours later, I awoke to something poking me in my legs. As my fog wore off, I started stroking him. He woke up and covered my mouth with his.

As we lay together fondling each other, I smiled knowing I was going to get what I came for. I rolled over on top of him and felt he was growing harder as we ground our bodies against each other. I reached down to guide him inside me, but then he stopped me.  

He reached into his nightstand and grabbed a condom. I once again had forgotten about them. He was a gentleman and put it on. Then I leaned forward to rub him against me to lube it up. In my heightened state, that almost brought me to an orgasm! As I guided him inside, I slowly lowered myself partway and then finally all the way. When he was fully inside me, I reached down and we kissed passionately as my body was enjoying a new guy inside me.

I slowly started to grind and then worked my way up to sliding up and down. Soon I was building towards my orgasm; I sat fully down on him and started grinding while I started playing with my nipples and exploded into a powerful orgasm. He must have enjoyed it because he filled his condom up at the same time. As I was coming down, we both slowed our bodies and just lay there breathing heavily against each other. I dozed off a little with my head on his shoulders but came awake when he gently rolled me off.  I watched him walk away to clean up, and I fell right back asleep.

I woke up in the morning still nude and in his arms. I rolled my head around and kissed him on his cheek. He woke up, and somehow his hand moved to my breast. I told him last night was amazing. He smiled and started kneading my breast.  I told him we should probably shower first since the room smells of sex. He laughed and led me into the shower.

I love showers with men. It’s a chance to fully explore each other's bodies and to get really intimate with each other. As usual, my breasts were meticulously cleaned. As was both of our most intimate areas. Soon we were ready for bed again.

After toweling off, we made our way to the bedroom for another round.  This time we lasted a little longer and tried a few different positions out. Thankfully, he still used protection. After, he decided to make us breakfast and threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I remained completely nude.

While he was making eggs, I sat at his counter and watched. Jay seemed a little bit shocked I was so comfortable without clothes, but he didn’t complain once. I enjoyed the way he looked at me.

After we were done eating, I helped him clean up, and as he put the last dish away, I once again got on my knees and took him in my mouth. Once again it didn’t take long before I felt the usual tensing and heavy breathing. This time, I took him out of my mouth and led him back to bed, where we lay down, and I guided him between my breasts and held them tightly together and let him fuck my chest. Soon, he was squirting a lot of cum over my face and chest. The feel of his warm cum on my chin and neck got me so worked up!

Jay was a very good gentleman and cleaned me off with a nice warm cloth. He was so gentle as he cleaned my boobs off; I was really in the mood. I was hoping when we cuddled together for a little while he would return the favor, but I think he was spent. I thought about resolving the issue while he watched, but I wasn’t quite ready to do that yet.  I know, silly. I just ravished this poor guy two ways to Sunday but worried about what he would think if I played with myself. 

Soon, I was dressing to head home. We kissed for a long time at the door, then he walked me to the car, and away I went. On the way home I found I had to really concentrate on not playing with myself. More than once I started thinking about something, and absent-mindedly my hands started to play with myself. 

My family wasn’t going to be home, so I thought about trying to find someone to help me relieve my situation, but at the moment I didn’t have anybody I could call. In the end, I had to just take care of things by myself.

When my husband returned, he could see the glow from a night of good sex. It was an eternity before I could tell him the details and make love with him. We were up half the night!  

A couple days later, Jay called and asked me for a second date on Friday. I explained that I couldn’t make Friday work but wanted to meet again. We decided that after work one day I would go over to his place.

When I arrived at his place, I was dressed in a super short mini skirt and a bra. Nothing else. Thankfully, it was dark as I walked up the sidewalk. He wasted no time in getting my clothes off. After an hour of trying every position we could think of, he came hard into his condom. I was impressed with his stamina! We cuddled together on the couch watching TV while he played with my boobs.

I was getting worked up again and told him we need to solve this problem. We both settled on our sides and did 69 until both of us were satisfied.  

Soon, I was getting dressed to head home. He asked me to stay, but I declined. He then asked again about this weekend. When I said no, he got kind of angry and pouted. I kissed him goodbye and left. On the way home he called and said if I didn’t make time for him this weekend, we were done. I said, "Ok, thanks for meeting me," and hung up. That was the end of that adventure!

My husband enjoyed hearing about my night but was irritated when he heard about the ending. He was shocked by my choice of outfit. He was a little disappointed I changed right before getting there and right after leaving. He thought it would have been better had I been dressed like that the whole ride to and from!  He would have loved it if I went into a store dressed like that.

Weirdly, my urges didn’t subside. I was still really worked up. My husband didn’t seem to mind having me all worked up; in fact, he really enjoyed it!

I decided to try the dating thing one more time. This time we decided on a guy who was in his late forties.

This time he invited me to go to dinner and a drink on a weeknight. We settled on a place that was about 45 minutes away from home. I dressed in a white blouse, a black bra, and some dress pants. Nothing too sexy.

After my last experience I was a little worried. I didn’t want to lead anyone on. We met at the restaurant in the parking lot. I gave him a very warm hug, and he kissed me lightly on the cheek. 

Dinner went well, and the conversation was good. He didn’t show any signs of interest, no matter how hard I flirted with him. Almost as soon as dinner was done, he paid and walked me to my car.

At the car he surprised me and reached down to kiss me. As soon as his lips touched mine, he rammed his tongue down my throat and reached up to grab my breast. I kissed him back, but he felt like he was forcing himself on me. When he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch, I broke away and thanked him for the dinner. He invited me to his house, but I declined. He seemed a bit irritated and walked away without another word. If only he had acted a little better, I would have gladly gone back to his place. Oh well, can’t win them all.

On the drive home, I realized I needed a regular “friend” like Chad. I miss just being able to blow off steam when the mood hit. When I told my husband about my date, he agreed. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to satisfy my immediate urges!

That Friday the kids were out at friends again, so we went out to dinner and then to listen to live music. We didn’t go out of town but stayed somewhat local. We were in the next town over, so I wasn’t dressed too sexy. Just a loose-fitting top with a plunging neckline and a plaid pair of shorts.

The bar was packed full of people that night. It was my turn to drive tonight and also my turn to refill our drinks. As I was waiting in line at the bar, a guy walked by brushing my butt. Even though people like that are scum, it still wasn’t helping my desire to feel like a new guy. Just then, the guy in front of me struck up a conversation.

We were there for about 15 minutes before we had our drinks and were heading our separate directions. He patted my back and said, "Nice to meet you," and left. I brought our drinks back and sat down. 

After a while I had to relieve myself. As I was waiting in line for the bathroom, my new friend came by and made a joke while rubbing my shoulder. He then went and did his business while I waited in line, and returned to talk some more. Finally, I was able to do what I needed, as I walked out, and my new friend came up and asked if I wanted to accompany him outside to have a cigarette.  I said sure (even though I don’t smoke)!

We went outside, and he confessed he just wanted a reason to get me alone. He apologized because he knows I am married, but he just had to try. He reached down and tried to kiss me. He was successful. He wasn’t a great kisser, but I had a need, and he was going to fill it.

We made out for a couple minutes. He started to guide me to a dark area, but I led him between my car and a huge suburban. I opened the passenger door and reached in and shut off the overhead light. This gave us some semblance of privacy. We picked up where we left off. Our kissing intensified, and soon his lips were kissing down my plunging neckline. He pulled one of my boobs out and kissed it passionately. He was a little rough, but he was probably a little drunk, so I forgave him.

He wasn’t the only one exploring. My hands were down his pants, feeling his naked butt. Soon I pulled one around to the front and found a very wet and very hard penis. I took my hand out and undid his khakis and pulled him out. I bent down and took him in my mouth. It was a little small but fit nicely. After running my tongue all over while I pulled it out of my mouth, I whispered in his ear to put this on as I handed him a condom I grabbed out of the glove compartment. 

After I helped him put it on, I spun around, pulled my shorts down to my knees, and leaned against the front seat as he entered me from behind. He was a little uncoordinated, but I was able to take the lead and pump back into him while I rubbed myself into a small orgasm. Soon, he was cumming.

I reached behind and held the condom while I pulled him out and then turned around and kissed him passionately. I had him put my boob back in my shirt, I pulled my shorts up, gave him one more kiss, and said, "Thanks." I walked away. 

As I walked in, I was in shock of what I had just done. This was way out of character for me. The sex wasn’t that great, but I do have to admit, I was satisfied. The risk, the spontaneity, and the raw emotion satisfied my immediate needs.

When I got back to my husband, he took one look at me and said something along the lines of, “Now I know why it took you so long!” I discreetly pointed out my new guy as he walked in. Then I told him the whole story.

I bumped into my friend one more time before we left, and he all of a sudden was shy! He asked me for my phone number. I did give it to him but reminded him I am married and need to be discreet. I pulled him around a corner and kissed him deeply and thanked him again.

As my husband climbed in the passenger door, I pointed at the used condom just outside the door. He kissed me deeply, and then we laughed.

That night my husband was insatiable. We made love 3 times before the morning came and then in the shower. The kids came home, and he snuck little grabs every chance he could.

That night we made love again, and he held me all night long. Before falling asleep, I thought about how I need to find a special friend again. I thought about my new friend at the bar and decided I would give him another chance to see if he might be the one. Time will tell....