My [F] 50 first part of my confession

This is my first attempt at writing this story so I hope you all enjoy it.

I’ve been married to the most amazing guy for something pushing 30 years now, he’s given me two wonderful children that have now flown the nest, looked after me in every way and provided everything I could ever wish for. A nice house, a new car every couple of years and holidays all over Europe. Even after all this time I think he’s still the most attractive person in the room.

Our sex life is good, nothing out of the ordinary, but loving and fulfilling. Although after this long a time it takes work to keep it fresh. Occasionally we watch porn together to get us in the mood, nothing too extreme but I can’t say I don’t enjoy watching it together.

After watching something one night that involved a threesome and consuming more than my fair share of white wine my husband asked me if I’d ever thought about having one. Once I’d stopped myself from spitting the wine all over the duvet and stopped laughing I admitted that the thought had crossed my mind, but it was only that…..a thought.

Sex that night seemed to be better than it had been for a long while and when I woke the following morning the thought was still on my mind. But there was no way I’d ever be able to follow it through and even if I thought I could, how do you go about arranging it? The last time I picked up a guy in a bar it was the late 80’s!!

It had however, stuck somewhat in my husbands mind and after work that night he brought it up again, this time I listened a little more carefully.

We spent the next few evenings bringing it up, discussing the pros and cons and what affect it would have on our marriage. Neither of us wanted to put that at risk, but as time went on it got more and more appealing.

We decided to experiment here on Reddit. I would put up a post asking for some flirty, anonymous fun and sext with some guys where we’d gauge my reaction. At the end of the day it’s been a long time since I spoke like that to anyone.

There was a mix of responses, of course I attracted the people that wanted nude pictures of me and if I had a pound for every dick pic I was sent I’d be a millionaire! but them aside I met quite a few very nice respectful gents and thoroughly enjoyed myself even managing to send some risky clothed pictures.

It died a death after a while but my interest had been provoked and whilst nervous I was keen to see where it might lead.

We both decided that I should go to a busy bar on the pretence of being alone. Of course I would never do that, so my husband would be in the bar, but sat away and would only intervene if necessary. So the scene was set. On a Friday night I dressed myself up in the nicest things I had and we made the trip to a bar in an area of town where I would be unknown.

Ive always thought I was relatively attractive but went through the usual things women my age do after having kids. That said I look after myself, eat well and use the gym three times a week.

I was not prepared for what happened at all. For the first two hours no one came near me, I sat alone in the corner nursing a by now warm glass of Pinot and decided I’d wait until 10pm before calling it a day.

“Do you mind if I join you?” The words still make my heart leap and I looked up to see a relatively attractive young man stood opposite me with a pint of beer in his hand. I probably warmed his beer I blushed that hard!

We sat and spoke for ages until he eventually asked if I’d like to dance. The first time his hand touched my hip I nearly jumped out of my skin, but couldn’t deny that it felt good. Our dancing got a little closer and I could feel his obvious excitement when he pressed up against me and shivered as his hands ran down my back and over my bum.

As the barman called last orders he asked if he could have my number but I politely declined and the perfect gentleman that he was respected my answer so nicely and asked that if I ever wanted a repeat date, this was his local.

We’ve never had sex like that night. Both of us had an almost reinvigorated lust for each other that we’d not had since our early months of dating, just the best night in many many years.

The following morning I brought him his usual cup of tea and lead by his side, keen to hear his views on what happened the previous night. He loved the attention I was getting but as we talked it became more apparent that he didn’t want to be involved if I wanted to take it further, although happy to pursue my dream as long as he vetted the people and spoke to them prior to any meeting.

Here lies a little problem. My husband is 4 years younger than me and an ex nightclub doorman who now owns a door and security company. At 6’7”, beard, tattoos and weighing nearly 20 stone he is an imposing figure. If ever a man was to meet us with a view to sleeping with me I’m not sure they’d get through the meet up. But we had to try……at least I did.

I hope you enjoyed the first part of my story and would be keen to hear what you think about it. If there’s enough interest I’ll write the next bit soon

Sarah xxx

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