My husband and I went to a wedding last Saturday of a friend’s daughter who was marrying a US Marine lieutenant. I always loved the fancy dress uniforms of the Marines, especially on well-built young men. During the wedding the groom had other US Marine officers (all lieutenants) as his groomsmen and a few were in the audience. I couldn’t take my eyes off them and even my husband noticed and nudged me at one point telling me that I should try and get “lucky tonight.” I didn’t take him too seriously and told him I was just looking. Though we have an open marriage and he enjoys my intimacy with other men, I thought today wasn’t the day to try and snag someone, not at a wedding. The only person who had a right to get “lucky” that night was the bride and her new Marine lieutenant husband.
During the reception at an upscale hotel in downtown Houston the Marine lieutenant’s performed some sort of sword ceremony with the bride and groom. I have to admit I was swept away by the pageantry of it all and at the sight of the Marines with their swords at their side. I turned to my husband and said to him, “Wow’ before nodding my head at the Marines. My husband smiled and again urged me to go for it. I looked at the Marines and told my husband that perhaps I’d consider it. I admit my lust got the better of me and I started flirting with the lieutenants but in a very dignified manner. I wasn’t some young girl who was going to just jump into bed with the first one who asked me (Oh whose kidding who, of course I would have but I couldn’t show that).
As the afternoon wore on I danced with the Marines but one of them piqued my interest in his mannerism and for the fact that I thought he was particularly handsome and manly (I’m a sucker for that type of man) and turned on the charm.
He also was drinking very little alcohol, just a few sips to be social, while the other Marines seemed to be getting slowly plastered. I hate being with drunks so my choice was suddenly limited to this one Marine who seemed to be in control of himself (an even bigger turn on). We did some slow dancing while my husband sat in the corner watching and smiling. Michael (my Marine partner) was slowly trying to seduce me and I played along with him.
Though I’m sure he knew I was married since I was wearing a wedding ring, he never asked me directly and I decided to just go with the flow. I did, however, tell him I was 52-years old (I didn’t want him to be shocked at finding out once we became intimate). I half way expected him to excuse himself and find a much younger woman but he didn’t and told me that he was 25 himself and that I didn’t look my age (whether he was lying and just wanted to be with an older woman I’ll never know). We danced and talked for about an hour after which time Michael began hinting that he would like to take me to his hotel room (thankfully he had a room at this very hotel). I didn’t agree at first since I wanted him to work for it. We continued talking for a little while when I decided to let Michael “win” my hand and I agreed to go to his hotel room with the excuse that we could have a quiet glass of wine before I left for home.
I’ve been through this many times before with young men and each and every time I still get butterflies in my stomach. I love the art of seduction and can almost read a man’s mind and know exactly what step he is on. I could tell that Michael was nervous taking this older woman to his room but he didn’t hesitate or get second thoughts about it all which made me admire him even more. Before I left with him I excused myself for a few minutes to tell my husband and get his official blessing (also to tell him which room I’d be in). He gladly gave it and told me that he would be waiting for me but to take my time.
Once we got to Michaels room I commented that my feet hurt while I slipped off my sandals (I came in high heels but slipped into flip flops once at the reception). Michael instantly looked at my feet, as most men do, and asked if he could give me a massage. I instantly agreed and soon was sitting down while Michael took my feet into his hands and worked their magic.
I’ve told other stories of my adventures with other men and they usually have the same outcome and ending so it’s hard to tell a fresh story since sex is sex and there really isn’t too many ways to describe the act.
[erotic material removed]
Afterwards I felt wonderful. Michael felt a bit guilty that he wasn’t able to give me a third orgasm and I told him it didn’t matter because he had already given me two of the most wonderful orgasms a woman could have and this “old 52-year old lady” was able to please such a handsome young man.
We relaxed a bit and then I got dressed. I kissed Michael before leaving and he seemed somewhat sad as I exited the door. He did insist on giving me his cell phone number which I put into my purse as I left to rejoin my husband. I was tired but my husband would insist on me telling the story in the greatest of detail so my long night stories and sex was about to begin.
Natalie
During the reception at an upscale hotel in downtown Houston the Marine lieutenant’s performed some sort of sword ceremony with the bride and groom. I have to admit I was swept away by the pageantry of it all and at the sight of the Marines with their swords at their side. I turned to my husband and said to him, “Wow’ before nodding my head at the Marines. My husband smiled and again urged me to go for it. I looked at the Marines and told my husband that perhaps I’d consider it. I admit my lust got the better of me and I started flirting with the lieutenants but in a very dignified manner. I wasn’t some young girl who was going to just jump into bed with the first one who asked me (Oh whose kidding who, of course I would have but I couldn’t show that).
As the afternoon wore on I danced with the Marines but one of them piqued my interest in his mannerism and for the fact that I thought he was particularly handsome and manly (I’m a sucker for that type of man) and turned on the charm.
He also was drinking very little alcohol, just a few sips to be social, while the other Marines seemed to be getting slowly plastered. I hate being with drunks so my choice was suddenly limited to this one Marine who seemed to be in control of himself (an even bigger turn on). We did some slow dancing while my husband sat in the corner watching and smiling. Michael (my Marine partner) was slowly trying to seduce me and I played along with him.
Though I’m sure he knew I was married since I was wearing a wedding ring, he never asked me directly and I decided to just go with the flow. I did, however, tell him I was 52-years old (I didn’t want him to be shocked at finding out once we became intimate). I half way expected him to excuse himself and find a much younger woman but he didn’t and told me that he was 25 himself and that I didn’t look my age (whether he was lying and just wanted to be with an older woman I’ll never know). We danced and talked for about an hour after which time Michael began hinting that he would like to take me to his hotel room (thankfully he had a room at this very hotel). I didn’t agree at first since I wanted him to work for it. We continued talking for a little while when I decided to let Michael “win” my hand and I agreed to go to his hotel room with the excuse that we could have a quiet glass of wine before I left for home.
I’ve been through this many times before with young men and each and every time I still get butterflies in my stomach. I love the art of seduction and can almost read a man’s mind and know exactly what step he is on. I could tell that Michael was nervous taking this older woman to his room but he didn’t hesitate or get second thoughts about it all which made me admire him even more. Before I left with him I excused myself for a few minutes to tell my husband and get his official blessing (also to tell him which room I’d be in). He gladly gave it and told me that he would be waiting for me but to take my time.
Once we got to Michaels room I commented that my feet hurt while I slipped off my sandals (I came in high heels but slipped into flip flops once at the reception). Michael instantly looked at my feet, as most men do, and asked if he could give me a massage. I instantly agreed and soon was sitting down while Michael took my feet into his hands and worked their magic.
I’ve told other stories of my adventures with other men and they usually have the same outcome and ending so it’s hard to tell a fresh story since sex is sex and there really isn’t too many ways to describe the act.
[erotic material removed]
Afterwards I felt wonderful. Michael felt a bit guilty that he wasn’t able to give me a third orgasm and I told him it didn’t matter because he had already given me two of the most wonderful orgasms a woman could have and this “old 52-year old lady” was able to please such a handsome young man.
We relaxed a bit and then I got dressed. I kissed Michael before leaving and he seemed somewhat sad as I exited the door. He did insist on giving me his cell phone number which I put into my purse as I left to rejoin my husband. I was tired but my husband would insist on me telling the story in the greatest of detail so my long night stories and sex was about to begin.
Natalie
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