Six months before my 40th birthday I had a bit of a mid-life crisis. I don't know why, as I'm normally a very positive person; married with two young teenage sons and a good job as an Administrator in a large hospital. With hindsight I guess I was bored and worried that my life was slipping away from me but that's no excuse for my behaviour.
In early May I was invited to a birthday party in the centre of town for one of the young nurses. I would normally have made my excuses and not gone but this time I accepted. As we live in the countryside, about 17 miles from town hubby I volunteered to drop me off and pick me up; although I knew he wouldn't be happy with staying sober enough to collect me at midnight.
When I arrived in town and saw what the others were wearing I felt old and dowdy in my glasses, smart trousers, blouse and cardigan when everyone else was in skirts or dresses and looked exciting and sexy compared to me. I still had a good night, drinking, dancing and even laughing. I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed as much and the evening flew by.
I was correct about hubby's mood when he collected me; he had a face like a smacked arse. When we got home I wanted sex; but he was already asleep when I came out of the bathroom, so as usual I had to make to with a silent diddle under the covers.
The party was a big topic of conversation the following week at work and I was invited out again with a bunch of co-workers who regularly hit the Town on a Friday night but I politely refused and regretted it, when Friday came and hubby was fast asleep, pissed on cheap lager at 10pm. I left him snoring and went to bed where I tearfully pledged that I would go out with the girls the following week.
When I told my story the following Monday Kim, one of the staff-nurses offered her spare room for me to stay in if hubby wouldn't pick me up. Still angry, I agreed. Of course Hubby wasn't happy; but he reluctantly agreed when I said I would drive there myself and leave the car over night and drive home in the morning, without having to bother him.
Friday came around quickly enough and I excitedly drove to Kim's house on the other side of town. I found the house easily enough and was pleasantly surprised when her rather handsome husband answered the door with a glass of wine in his hand for me. He ushered me upstairs where Kim was still getting dressed. Her bedroom door was wide open as I walked along the landing. Kim was sitting in front of a large mirror tonging her hair as I entered her boudoir. We chatted as she finished her hair and applied the finishing touches to her make up.
By the time it came to choose her dress her husband had joined us with the wine bottle. Kim was just over 5 feet tall and had curves in all the right places, her husband on the other hand was about 6 feet tall, with shoulder length wavy hair and a chiselled face. He had the look of a Rock star, especially as he wore very tight jeans and cowboy boots. He actually owned a coffee bar in a local shopping centre and played in a local band every couple of weeks. If he hadn't been my friend's husband he probably looked a bit pervy. It was his suggestion that she should wear a short red strapless one, but it meant she couldn't wear a bra with it. Without a care in the world Kim dropped her silk kimono on the floor and walked past me to choose some panties. I tried not to stare; but she looked gorgeous and my eyes bulged when I realised that she was completely shaven down below. Being much younger than me Kim's body hadn't yet started to sag and her boobs were still quite firm for a woman with a child and her stomach was ironing-board flat. She selected a tiny white g-string and surprised me by pulling on a pair of tan hold-up stockings too.
"Isn't the dress a bit short for stockings?" I asked as Ian topped up my wine. I was wearing a nice dress too, but it was a lot more demure and in keeping with my age and status.
"No, of course not." Kim laughed and deliberately bent over showing off her stocking tops and an inch of milky white thigh, much to her husband's amusement.
I finished my drink and on the taxi ride into town we chatted and I told her how sexy she looked and how my husband would be mortified if I dressed like her.
"He doesn't have to know." She replied with a wink, "Not if you got dressed at our house."
I kept that thought in the back of my mind as we had another great night. The crowd I was with was smaller and slightly different from the previous week and a lot younger and rowdier. I knew a couple of girls from the hospital and was pleased that they were happy for me to join them. We went to pretty much the same bars and this time I recognised a few faces from the previous visit but still struggled to speak to any guys. One chap amused me by saying I looked like the TV Personality Carol Vordeman. Apart from having long legs and big boobs, I couldn't see it, but a couple of the girls agreed when I told them. I felt by far the oldest person there, but for some bizarre reason still I managed to attract the attention of a couple of very young guys who wanted to dance with me and one even offered a drink, which I refused. Kim was on form, flashing her stocking tops at every opportunity and even sloppily kissing a couple of guys late in the evening; which shocked me.
We were both pretty drunk on the taxi ride home and Kim's dress rose up her thighs quite quickly giving me and the driver a good look at her stocking tops and occasionally her panties, plus when she bent forward to pick up her bag I couldn't help looking at her boobs and pretty pink nipples; which made me blush.
Ian was waiting up when we arrived at their house and Kim greeted him with a big kiss and drunkenly told him, 'take me to bed and fuck the arse off me!' Ian smiled and guided her upstairs. As I unsteadily made my way along the dark landing after going to the bathroom I heard the happy couple giggling as Kim got undressed and hummed the tune 'the stripper.'
My head was spinning as I tried to get to sleep in the room next to theirs. Then I heard Kim's voice, "Mmmmmmmmmm....hello Mr. Big. What should lickle Kim do to make you happy?"
Oh my God! I could hear them!
"Mmmmmmmmmm....you sure do taste nice." I heard her giggle, "And which hole would you like to go into tonight?" Her voice was now very high and school girlish. I could then hear Ian panting and muttering for the next few minutes as I presumed my friend was gobbling his cock. By this time my hand was between my legs and my fingers diddling my clitty.
I frantically rubbed and fingered for the next 15 minutes as Kim and Ian noisily fucked like rabbits, making myself cum three times in the process. I woke the following morning with a stotting headache and when I scratched an itch on my nose I could still smell my stinky fingers.
As I tenderly made my way to the bathroom I could hear laughter and activity from downstairs as Ian and their 7 year old son Simon had breakfast and watched TV. Ten minutes later I was sitting drying my hair with only a towel wrapped around me when Ian knocked on the door and walked straight in with a cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich. I automatically clutched the towel to my chest to protect my modesty as he greeted me but it was only as he left that I realised the bottom of the towel was open and he must have seen my pubes. I blushed madly as I put my clean knickers and bra on; thinking that he must think I was some kind of tart flashing my bits like that. But it really was an accident.
Nothing was said when I took my cup and plate back to the kitchen but I swear Ian winked as I got in my car to return home. I had hardly been in the house 10 minutes when hubby took the boys to rugby practice without a word about my evening out.
Hubby gave in without an argument to my request for a Friday night out with the girls and another stop over at Kim's house. I sort of guessed he thought I was too old and dull to get up to any mischief while he sat at home wanking his cock to a frazzle looking at porn on the computer. He thought I didn't know, but he never cleaned out the memory so I knew exactly which sites he was looking at and for how long.
The next few weeks followed the same pattern with Kim wearing some pretty sexy and very revealing clothing then flirting outrageously with an assortment of young men. At least twice she disappeared from view for 15 or 20 minutes and came back 'glowing' giving me the impression that she had been up to no good.
I also began smuggling ever more cleavage revealing outfits and skirts to get changed into. At first I would disappear into the spare bedroom to dress, but as they appeared to have some kind of 'open door' policy Ian would barge in anyway with more wine, and catch me in various stages of undress; gradually making me get quite excited at the prospect of him seeing me in my undies. Eventually I would dress in Kim's bedroom with Ian nonchalantly commenting on our clothes and especially our underwear!
It didn't take me long to fit in with the 'gang;' and to some degree become more comfortable with the ever growing attention of my own admirers; some of whom were young enough to be my son. After a couple of months I was revelling in the new found male attention and finding it increasingly difficult not to take their advances more seriously as I let a couple kiss me or 'get a tache on' as the younger girls called it.
When we got back to her house Kim and Ian always had very noisy sex and I soon realised that it was possibly even for my benefit, so I started taking a Rampant Rabbit and fucked myself in time to the happy couple in masturbatory fuelled nights. I would also stay for an extra hour or so and have breakfast in my short dressing gown, usually while Kim was still in bed. Ian didn't say anything but would smile as he stole glimpses of my boobs and legs. I felt deliciously naughty, especially when I saw a bulge in his shorts. But that's all that was ever going to happen between us; wasn't it?
The 'gang' were a floating mix of nurses and staff from the hospital and a few assorted friends. Some weeks there could be nearly 20 in the group and other weeks only 6 depending on shifts and family commitments. Some of these girls, including Kim were absolutely wild and it took a very brave young lion to approach us; especially later in the evening when the heavy drinking was taking effect. By now I had realised that they were a very hedonistic crowd who lived for Friday night when 'anything goes.' I was still surprised at how much the normally reserved young nurses could drink, but I matched them glass for glass and their language could best be described as 'industrial' which I soon found to be very liberating when I started to swear like a trooper too. Without anyone saying anything I was also aware that a few girls took a pill or two and some openly snorted coke in the ladies room.
About a month before my 40th birthday I chose to wear a shorter than usual black skirt with some very fine 7 denier black tights; I still have good legs for a woman my age and several of my new admirers took great delight in telling me what a 'great arse' I have too, so I had started dressing accordingly. To complement it I wore a cream blouse with black lace around the low cut neck and cuffs. As it was quite see-thru I wore a spaghetti strap vest underneath.
While Kim was getting dressed Ian commented on how nice I looked and 'that it was a pity I was wearing a vest.' I blushed and looked away as Kim punched him in the arm for embarrassing me. She then turned to me and said; "He's right though, you would look much sexier without it."
"I'm not sure." I mumbled as I gulped down a mouthful of wine. Even though I was wearing a new sexy lace bra underneath I wasn't convinced that I was confident enough to go out showing the sexy bra and my chest off. "I'm a bit old for that sort of thing." I mumbled again.
"Rubbish!" Ian laughed; "you are as hot as any of Kim's friends....in fact, hotter than most."
"Ian!" Kim chided her husband and punched his arm again as I blushed. "Look, Cathy, take it off and I'll give you my honest opinion."
I looked at Ian who made no attempt to leave the doorway as I took my blouse and vest off. I could see them smiling to each other as I put the blouse back on.
"Fucking Hell, Cath!" Ian laughed and raised his glass in salute, "you look as hot as fuck."
Kim turned to face me as she pulled a tight white wool dress over her head.
"Wow." She grinned, "He's right, you do look hot." It was thus decided so that's how I would go out.
It was a smallish group this week with a couple of nurses that had been working joining us later on. After a couple of strong drinks I was soon very relaxed and my see thru blouse and large boobs certainly attracted a lot of male attention and I loved it. By the time we arrived at the club I'd actually 'tached' three guys and let a couple buy me a drink. One lad followed me around like a puppy in one bar until I took pity on him and let him kiss me; as he was quite young, gorgeous and very muscular, I don't know what I saw in him! It was a very powerful, erotic kiss....much sexier than usual, as our tongues twisted and twirled. I was giggling like a schoolgirl when I rejoined my friends.
Later in the evening when we were inside the club the girls went wild; dancing on the tables and openly cavorting with a wild variety of men; Kim included. I danced with a couple, and one young bodybuilder held me tight on the dance floor and squeezed my arse before running his hand up my skirt as he rubbed his face across my boobs......I did nothing to stop him because......I loved it!
I was very drunk at this stage but I still knew what he really wanted when he took me outside for a smoke. After weeks of struggling not to give in to temptation this sun tanned young lothario had me weak at the knees and I knew it was going to be a struggle to keep my knickers up.
As I puffed on my ciggy he kept licking my neck and ears and stroking my arse, telling me 'how sexy' I was and he had 'such a hard on just for me' and 'how much he'd always wanted to fuck a real MILF.' I was flattered by his candour and my chest was heaving as I stubbed out my cigarette and he took my wrist before pulling me into some shadows behind the industrial bins. It stunk but I was captivated as he kissed me again and stroked my boobs. I couldn't stop myself and began grinding against his crotch. I didn't even know his name as he began telling me how desperate he was to fuck me with his big cock.
"No, no." I mumbled as his hand slid up my skirt. "I can't; I'm married." I kept telling him as I kept my legs tightly closed. "No, please stop that.....I'm married." His hands were like an octopus as he lifted my skirt with one and tried to lift my blouse with the other.
"I don't give a flying fuck!" He softly growled as he quickly unbuckled his jeans, "I bet his fucking cock is nowhere near as big as this fucking baby maker!" He then took my hand and placed it on his hot cock.
"Bloody Hell!" I panted as I gripped it. "It's fucking massive!" I gasped as my fingers wrapped around the girth, "No, I really can't.....I'm on my period." I lied.
"Well, you're not fucking leaving me like this." He panted. "You better do something fucking quickly or I'll rip your knickers off and stuff it up your fucking arse."
Scared at the veiled threat and horny as hell I began wanking him properly. It really did feel enormous in my hand; and it was incredibly sexy tugging on a young strangers cock while I could hear voices only a few yards away.
"Fuck that's good." He panted as he eventually pulled my tits out of the bra and began mauling them and sucking my nipples while I tugged on his cock and my hand became a blur. It must have been 20 years since I'd last done anything like this and I felt really naughty as I cupped his wrinkled ball bag and gave it a little squeeze the returned to furiously stroking his cock between my fingers. The lad suddenly stood up straight and threw his head back as he grunted and a string of cum landed on my skirt followed by a second and a third as I kept wanking him. My heart was thundering and my legs weak as he began pulling his jeans up.
"Thanks Missus." He grinned as he tucked his shirt in, "I knew you'd fucking come through in the end." With that he turned and left me in the alley to pull myself together and wipe the spunk off my skirt. When I'd composed myself I slowly made my way back to the smoking area where Kim and Sarah were waiting for me.
As a group of young lads sniggered Kim laughed and gave me a little cuddle.
"Did you enjoy yourself down there?" She whispered as she handed me a cigarette.
I was a bit dazed and didn't know what to say so just smiled.
"I heard him tell his mate that it was the best wank he's had in months!" Sarah giggled and nudged Kim.
We finished our cigarettes before returning to Kim's house in a taxi. Ian was waiting for his wife and they repeated their antics from the previous week as I lay furiously masturbating while listening to their noisy fucking through the thin wall as I relived my own week moment in the alley, several times.
Kim had obviously told Ian about my indiscretion as he asked 'if I'd had a better than usual night' the following morning as I sat with him in the kitchen in my dressing gown. I felt my face go bright red and my nipples stiffen as I nodded and sipped my coffee.
"You might have guessed that she takes some satisfying." Ian smiled and raised his eyes to mean his wife, "So I don't mind her having a bit of fun on a night out. She can only guess at what I get up to on my nights with the band." He was grinning now and staring at my nipples. "As long as she comes home, I'm happy......I'm always happy to get sloppy seconds!" I blushed again and made my excuses before swivelling off the high chair; accidentally giving him another flash of my dark pubes (I really should wear panties when visiting friends).
By now Ian usually kissed me on the cheek as I left but this particular morning he got a good handful of my arse at the same time and I did nothing to stop him.
I drunkenly wanked a different young lad in the same alley the following week, letting him lift my skirt to spunk on my knickers and tights; which I smeared over my face in bed as I fingered myself to 3 more orgasms..
Because of my Birthday celebrations I had a couple of fun but sexually barren weeks until a month after my Birthday when I had an absolutely crazy night. I was in a particularly playful mood (can't think why) when I arrived at Kim's house in trousers and a t-shirt, with my 'going out clothes' in my bag.
I'd deliberately selected a black and silver bra that showed lots of cleavage and made my boobs nearly fell out as I stepped out of my jeans and revealed a matching tiny lace g-string. I then took out a black chiffon blouse followed by a shortish black pleated skirt and an expensive pair of wide holed fishnet tights.
But when I pulled my new knee high 'Adam Ant' boots out of the bag Ian let out a wolf-whistle.
"Easy there; tiger." Kim laughed; as she pulled her own sexy panties on; "let's just hope you can keep that image in your head for when I come home!"
We had another great night wandering from pub to pub; I even 'tached on' with 5 or 6 different guys who all fondled my arse and boobs, much to my delight. We eventually ended up at the usual club; where the doormen greeted us like Stars.
I felt like I was the centre of attention with a couple of young guys vying for my attention; until I was approached by a squat, tattooed muscleman. My heart was thumping and my chest heaving as he started dancing with me. He was a pretty nifty mover and we eventually chatted for a few minutes after he bought me a drink. With the loud music, conversation was at a minimum but I understood that he was supporting a friend at a body-building competition that was being held in town. He soon made me giggle by trying to put his hand up my skirt to see if I was wearing stockings then he suddenly kissed me full on the lips. I thought that I was going to feint. After kissing my mouth dry inside the club he made his intentions very clear when he followed me outside for a smoke. He repeated his previous actions by kissing my neck and ears while running his hands up my skirt; all the time whispering that he wanted me to go back to his hotel to fuck me.