I was about to turn forty and, although I loved my husband, our sex life had turned vanilla. To make matters worse, it was only happening once every couple of weeks. I was in superb physical shape and always got looks from men, younger, older, pretty much all of them. I was never going to act on any of my thoughts. That was until I bumped into Chad at the swimsuit store. I had no idea when he offered to drive me home that he would take me forcibly in the back of his van. There I was bent over the bed, him taking me from behind and me trying to pretend I wasn't loving it. It was really unexpected that, after that first forced sex, the rest of it was all consensual. Very consensual. I wanted him and I wanted him badly. He was a ripped, black adonis of a young man. He was only 23 or 24 years old but he had skills that made my toes curl, over and over again. He made me feel things I had not felt in years and I loved every second of his attention. Finding out he had fantasized about me for years somehow made it even hotter as he told me things he had thought of doing to me. Back then I would have easily shrugged off his attentions and likely scolded him. Now I was already a slave to the feelings I had when he was inside me. I didn't want to be that kind of woman but I realized that I needed sex, I liked the way he was rough with me and I could not get enough.
About the Author
I always thought of myself as an innocent type person, until later in life. Having been married once I knew much better what I wanted the second time around and I found him. While being the most wonderful man I have ever met he also opened me up (in more ways than one) to a widely varied, exceedingly satisfying and tremendously wild sex life. I will admit I always did like sex and usually had orgasms, even with my first husband but I now absolutely LOVE everything I do with my new husband. I was always fairly quiet when I was making love and it pretty much always happened in our bed but over the last years I have had sex all over the house, inside, outside, in public places including the side of the road and many other erotic spots. I am now a much more vocal lover and certainly much more fun and I usually cannot wait for us to be together. My writing of erotica came about because of this "blossoming" of my own sexuality. I simply cannot believe how excited I get writing about our exploits and exploits we want to have! I write from my husband's perspective because most all are his stories. I hope you enjoy and come back often.