Meeting that younger couple really opened my eyes to see how much I'd actually aged myself. I was embarrassed to have him look at my naked body so I tried to hide myself underneath the sheet. He wouldn't have any of that and he coaxed me into seeing me in my "full glory." I admit I really enjoyed having a younger man look at me and tell me I was beautiful (I know I wasn't hideous but I did have some extra weight on me). When he started his foreplay I felt wonderful that so young a man was enjoying my body.
By the time he was ready to mount me I felt so open to him and fully trusted him. It was a wonderful feeling having such a young, hard body parting your legs, getting on top of you and feeling him pushing inside with his very hard and erect male member. The sex was absolutely enjoyable and I loved having his hard body on top of mine. I was actually disappointed when it was all over even though I'd had an orgasm with his penis alone (as I normally do with most men).
That was our only time we met with them. I don't think the wife had as good of a time with my husband as I did with her husband. Oh well. From then on I was hooked.
I'm 52-years old now and still have no trouble attracting younger men to rendezvous with (with my husband's excited consent). I know the reality of my age, but for a few pleasant hours when I'm being intimate with a younger man, I can just relax and be myself.
Has anyone else felt or done the same? And if you're shocked, just read my profile as I explain more about my lifestyle choice.
Natalie

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