Self Satisfaction

[bewareoflizzy]

I crash through the door weary and tired of the day's obligations. I drop my bag and pour myself a long glass of wine. I settle in on the couch and exhale. The white wine tastes so refreshing. Hubby is away for the weekend. I feel a strange tingle at the thought. Freedom? To do what, exactly?
I'm in my 60's, still vibrant, still very attractive (I'm constantly told by my husband), and feeling a strange urge I haven't felt since my 30's and 40's. Is this some kind of reawakening? My pussy has been lubricating without any encouragement on my part. I blushed at the thought of my actions in those younger years. I partied with the younger crowd at the restaurant I worked part-time. This led to an attraction to a certain younger, single cook I couldn't get out of my thoughts. He kept tempting me with his eyes and his smile.

I decided on a whim to take a nice hot bubble bath. I started the hot water and undressed in the bedroom. I filled my glass of wine and just before stepping into the delicious bath remembered that hubby had left the vape pen in the night stand. Powerful cannabis in liquid form, it was seductive in it's ease and effect. I slipped under the suds and exhaled. The wine glass beckoned from the ledge and I took another long sip. Feeling relaxed, I stared at the vape pen taunting me on the ledge of the tub. Almost through my second glass of wine, I said "fuck it" and reached for the slender cylinder of mellowness. I took a long draw and held it in for as long as I could. The feeling of euphoria took about 30 seconds to take effect. My God, this stuff is dangerous, I thought. I settled into a relaxed state of sipping wine and a few more tokes.

I thought back to our earliest days when my husband-to-be traveled on business and I was left home alone in our Florida apartment, 26 years old, and horny as a bunny. I worked at an upscale department store and had to dress accordingly. I always paid special attention to my hair, make-up, and attire. This attracted attention from many of the males I worked with as my appearance was very alluring when I got gussied up. This had the inevitable result of making me horny with all the sexual tension in the air. When my man was away, I would sometimes have dinner, take a bath (as I was now doing), drink wine, smoke pot, and proceed to get all dolled-up again and put on lingerie and high heels. I had no problem turning myself on as I knew the effect it had on men I would meet. I would promenade in front of my full length mirror admiring my svelte body in a tight bodice, stockings, and "come fuck me" stiletto heels. I would exaggerate my make-up and lipstick to fantasize about being someone's slut and being fucked senseless. This would eventually consummate in a rousing orgasm by virtue of the first vibrator my future husband bought for me.

I kept thinking about this scenario from my earlier years and the more I thought about it, the more it intrigued me. Could I duplicate that feeling and outsized excitement it created? I was a much older woman now and life had created many more challenges. But, the tingling in my pussy wouldn't stop and I was alone for a rare weekend. I decided to take a chance.

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I stayed in the tub and started shaving my legs. They were two of my greatest assets. Smooth and slender, they had perfect form and never failed to turn on my husband...and my lovers. Eventually, I rose and dried off feeling soft and sexy. Naked before the mirror, my thoughts drifted back to the restaurant days. Very happily married, I nevertheless had this crazy restlessness for more. 35 years old and still very attractive, I had no problem finding encouragement from co-workers to pursue my desires. Younger and single, they were a wild bunch and easily led me astray. Partying after work, shooting pool, drinking beers, and flirting made me feel young again and alive. From flirtation to overwhelming attraction had it's powerful effect and soon enough I found myself in Jim's apartment sipping tea one afternoon. We were definitely attracted to each other, he with his curly hair and disarming but persuasive nature.

I decided to set my hair. The hot curlers had the desired effect of giving my hair the body and curl that turned on men. It gave me that full lioness mane look that so enticed guys. I thought of how I would primp and prepare before going to work at the restaurant. I always strived to look my best and it had the desired effect. Jim would always pay attention to me and bring me a hot cup of coffee before I started my shift. We would stare into each other's eyes and he would seem intimidated by this older, married, mother of two. I would give him signals that I was available and he seemed incredibly excited by the prospect.

I looked at my face in the bathroom mirror and felt that old urge to get dolled up and slutty. My pussy continued to tingle, appealing for attention. I washed my face and started anew. First, the foundation, then the eyes. Thick, black eyeliner on my almond shaped eyes gave me that feline, seductive look. Mascara, applied liberally, gave me the dangerous Lolita look. Then the coup de grace, the eye shadow, dark blue and violet, defined the eyes of a true slut. My "blowjob" red lipstick applied properly could (and had) seduce any man. I stared at the woman in the mirror in wonderment. The face looking back at me had desire and sexual lust written all over it...just like 30 years before.

I let down my hair and inspected myself in the mirror with satisfaction. I was never one to gloat, but, I was hot and I knew it. I remembered the time I drove Upstate to Jim's house late in our relationship. He cooked dinner for me, we smoked some really good pot, and I went into his bathroom to do just what I was doing now. I turned myself into his fantasy woman...make-up, bombshell hair, bustier, thigh high stockings, stiletto heels, reeking of his favorite perfume. I strode out to him waiting for me in the living room like a vixen. Confident, brash, stoned. I told him I wanted to leave lipstick rings around his cock...and I did.

Oh, the memories. Crazy sex, crazy times. I entered my bedroom and opened my lingerie drawer. Full of delicate, delectable items I hadn't worn in a long time, I had to make a decision. A pair of shiny hose attracted my attention. I slipped the silky material over my calves one at a time and made sure the seam was straight in the back. My own excitement was palpable. I forgot how much I enjoyed being the femme fatale and I played the role well. Silky panties and a matching bra brought my outfit together. I slipped into my sparkly black high heels and felt all the world like Marilyn Monroe about to fuck all night.

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I walked out to the living room and enjoyed the clicking of my heels on the finished floor. I threw caution to the wind and poured myself another glass of wine. I stood in front of the stereo and danced to the music. The sexy blues riff turned me on and I moved in unison in my sexy heels feeling like that young vixen again. I found the vape pen and took one more draw loosening the last of my inhibitions. Well, here I was duplicating the sexy scenario I had enacted 40 years earlier. I felt and looked just as sexual as then. I knew I was desirable. I knew I could seduce.

I had seduced Jim all those years ago by taking an interest in him. My rubbing of his back under his shirt at his girlfriends party undetected had cemented our intentions. The tea at his apartment in the daytime had exploded into full-on sex on his couch and then increasingly passionate sex sessions. Condoms gave way to birth control pills so I could enjoy all of him, his beautiful cock filling me and turning me into his slut.

I strolled into my bedroom with a bottle of baby oil and looked at the incredible pictures my husband still kept on his dresser. What I viewed with wonder was the incredibly sexual woman in the pictures. Every fiber of her being exuded sexuality. I was taken aback by the obvious desire reflected in her eyes. No wonder I fucked Jim for 13 years. There was no holding this woman back. I turned to the bed and turned back the comforter. Sitting in my bed I stared at my reflection in the dresser mirror directly across from me. Sipping my wine, I dared to think about my last hotwife experience. It was Michael, an old high school friend a couple of years older then me. We hit it off at a reunion and started corresponding by email. He lived in Chicago, about 800 miles away but he found reasons to return to our area a few times a year. We met for dinner, drinks, and he asked me if I wanted to return to his hotel room. I nodded "yes". A musician by trade, his hands, tongue, and cock, were incredibly talented and we became an item.

I lie back and reach for the bottle of baby oil. Removing my bra, I pour a small amount on my breasts and they respond enthusiastically. Ever sensitive, nipples that easily engorge, I'm turned on in no time. The mirror reflects the glistening breasts I proudly display. I close my eyes and remember Michael's tongue slipping from my breasts to my cunt and making me swoon. We would take a bath together in his hotel room before falling into bed and having him devour me. We made love like we had always been lovers. Incredible lover was he. My lust rises as my thoughts become more and more erotic. I pour warm oil over my abdomen and remember Jim doing the same making me crazy and making me his. My hands spread the oil down my thighs and up into my crotch. Now glistening, my body takes over and I have to remove my panties. I spasm as my wet fingers finally touch my outer labia. The electricity jolts my pussy and I wish I had a lover to fuck me right here and now. Fuck me like Jim did for years and years. Fuck me like Michael did in the later years. I stare at the ceiling and imagine a camera aimed down at me. I stare back and run my fingers up and down my labia lips. Here is my pussy, do what you want with it, I think. Take me like an animal. Jim did and I couldn't get enough. Fuck me, boyfriend and make me cum again...and again.

I reach into the nightstand and pull out my trusty vibrator......the rabbit. It starts on cue and soon is caressing my lips and my clitoris. The double stimulation takes me back to those incredible days and nights with Jim. His huge cock entering me and taking me like his concubine. I only wanted it more. He learned how to make me cum while inside of me, something no one else had been able to do except rarely. He made me his, playing me like a violin. Seemingly easily, he controlled my orgasm like a virtuoso performer. I had to have him again and again. I dipped the rabbit slowly into my canal and each time it emerged more and more coated with love juices. I was losing control. A force with intent took over my body and my actions. The rigid vibrator plunged deeper and deeper into my gushing pussy. My moans grew louder as the phallus plunged ever deeper. One hand gripped my breast and tweaked my nipple as my newest lover made love to me. The steady vibration moved over my clit and I convulsed. I was on remote control now and something had power over me driving me to an epic orgasm. Vocalising my pleasure only increased the excitement. I gripped the vibrator with two hands and drove him into my sopping cunt and gave out a scream I hadn't heard in 30 years.

As I lay there sopping wet, I wondered if Michael would be attending our upcoming reunion.

[Chrislydi]

Great reminiscing with a thought to a possible renewal of her romantic affair with Michael. It's very noticeable, although she's admiteddly fantasising about great sex, how there's not even the tiniest thought of or for her husband other than a reference to when he was away from home.

Chris