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It had been almost a year since Harry had left me, the sex had long
since stopped and to be honest I'd been happy that it had.  I'd
settled into the happy little house wife position early on in the
marriage, stayed home to look after out two boys while he worked as
a sales rep.  He was gone for most of the week so we only saw each
other at weekends, and then on his forty second birthday he dropped
the bombshell, he was leaving and wouldn't be coming back.  To be
fair the fault lay on both sides, we'd both grown lazy and had just
drifted too far apart.  He left me the house, just packed up and
moved out of the area and I picked up the pieces.

The boys were great, the oldest was married but Tom still lived at
home and his friends popping round made me still feel useful. 
They'd sometimes stay over and I'd make breakfast for them or cook
supper when he brought a few back unexpectedly in the evening.  At
around 22 they were half my age and I'd mother them while they were
here, most were just immature lads but there was one of Tom's
friends called Ben.  He seemed to appear when I was feeling down
and knew how to lift my spirits.  I got myself a part-time job and
kept myself busy, my friend Jane and I would meet for coffee and
she shocked me by telling me one day of an affair she was having. 
She was the same age as me, as was her husband for that matter, but
the guy she had was just 24.  I have to admit that Jane looked
fantastic - like a new woman, she gets the best of him for an hour
or two a couple of times a week, doesn't have to put up with the
baggage that comes with young guys, she just gets fucked senseless!


I remembered that she'd gone to see her sister who stays about a
hundred miles away from us one weekend, but seemingly she hadn't
gone after all, the sister cancelled and she'd spent the night in a
Travelodge with her boyfriend.  He introduced her to a raft of
different pleasures, most of which she'd never done before,
including anal for the first time.  Jane had never been so candid
with me before, but couldn't hide her new found enjoyment and
wanted to share it.  I was really happy for her and we did a final
bit of shopping we'd head our separate ways.  She bought a gorgeous
purple and black corset - no prizes for guessing who for.... "Makes
him even harder" she whispered with barely a blush.  There was a
definite twinkle in her eye.  "Go on" she said, "buy something for
yourself to cheer you up".  I gazed around and saw the most
gorgeous pink basque and matching briefs.  Well, they called them
briefs but in reality they were a tiny g string.  As we emerged
from Dorothy Perkins, she saw the Ann Summers shop opposite and
dragged me inside.  Jane bought herself restraints and also a
Rampant Rabbit.  Many years ago when we were drunk she mentioned a
fantasy she had about being tied and taken - I guess this was it
about to become a reality.

In the car park, I struggled with the payment machine while she
held the bags, during the short drive back, she said that it was
about time that I got a toy boy of my own!  I just passed it off,
young guys with their immaturity do nothing for me, there was a guy
at work though, late forties that might fit the bill.........

I dropped Jane off and headed home, put my bags down and ran a
bath.  It seemed that I had the house to myself and I made the most
of it, I lit candles around the bath and took a paperback and a
bottle of wine in with me.  As soon as I stepped into the hot water
my worries and stresses seemed to drift away, the wine was lovely
and the book was very raunchy.  An age later I stepped out, dried
myself and then moisturised.  My body in the full length mirror
looked good in the candlelight, I felt that I should lose a few pounds
but all in all, at 45 it was wearing well.  I walked through to the
bedroom and caught sight of the Dorothy perkins bag, reaching
inside I pulled out the basque but the bag still felt heavy, at the
bottom was the plastic box containing the rabbit.  I lifted it out
intending to give it back To Jane when I next saw her but saw
a wink smilie written on the front in biro - it must be a gift from
her, my very own stud!  I smiled and dropped it on the bed.

The basque looked and felt wonderful, when I put it on along with
the panties I looked at my image again in the mirror and felt
desireable for the first time in years.  My eyes seemed dragged
towards he rabbit again.  I wondered how it felt.  Steve had bought
me a vibrator years ago, a slim 5 inch one that I'd always thought
was for me to pleasure myself without making him feel inferior! 
Unless I held the end on my clit I didn't derive much pleasure from
it, fatter and longer was what I needed - the story of my
life......  I slipped it out the packet and it felt good in my hand
as I wrapped it around it's girth.  The whole thing felt super
smooth to the touch, but how would it feel inside me?  I hadn't
realised how aroused I was getting until I slid the tiny gusset
aside and felt the hot sticky juice.  It knocked the breath from me
when my finger touched my lips, my knees went weak and I sank onto
the bed, lay back and gently fingered myself.  A few moments later
I ran the tip of my tongue over the end of the bunny and then
slipped it inside my wet pussy, it wasn't as good as a cock but
damned close.  I experimented with the buttons until I got it right
- and oh boy did I get it right!  I could feel it build up, it
started as just a light tingle and grew, gathering pace all the
while as I plunged the rabbit in and out of me.  It was almost upon
me when the phone rang, yes I know, I should have left it but I
picked it up out of habit.  As I answered it I pulled the duvet
over me to silence the noise as I frantically tried to switch it
off.  Failing miserably with it, I reasoned that if I rolled onto
my front with my legs shut, it would be trapped between me and the
mattress and so muffling it.  Big mistake! It put all the pressure
against my clit!  It was Ben on the phone asking if Tom was in, he
has such a gorgeous telephone voice, I never noticed it before but
as lovely as it was I had to get him off the phone.  The fast
approaching orgasm was threatening to tear me apart and as I
placed, or rather threw the phone onto the hook, it hit me.  I
think I screamed and remember gripping the sides of the mattress as
the second consumed me too.  As my arms were spread I suddenly got
the idea of how being tied and forced to orgasm would feel, not
doing anything myself but the buzzing toy working hard to please
me.  I came another twice before it all became too much and I had
to pull it out.  I hadn't realised how badly I needed the release,
god it felt great!

I flirted mercilessly with the guy at work and invited him round
for a meal, it felt strange dating again after all these years and
I'd spent the whole of that Saturday preparing for it, by six
o'clock I was in my pink basque, the briefs, a black miniskirt,
classic black stockings and suspenders and a top which showed my
cleavage without being tarty.  The meal was coming along nicely and
would be ready by Seven.  I had a couple of glasses of wine for
dutch courage, the further time went on, the bigger the butterflies
were getting.  At 6:40, there was a ring at the door bell - he was
early, but it was okay as I was prepared, I opened the door
expecting my date but it was Ben.  At the same moment the phone
rang, I asked Ben in while I answered it, it turned out to be him
cancelling on me, something had come up!  Ben saw my
disappointment, I was really looking forward to the date but it was
all ruined.  I told Ben that Tom was at his girlfriends but he said
he knew, he'd only come round to leave a dvd for him.  He said I
looked great so I told him about my failed date and poured myself
another glass of wine, as I drank it he said the guy must be an
idiot, I agreed and we laughed.  Suddenly it didn't seem the end of
the world after all.  I said "I don't suppose you'd like to stay to
dinner, you've probably got other plans......"  He said he love to
and I got him a beer and he sat at the table.  Unbelievably the
meal was a success, the food was perfect and the charming man's
manners were excellent.  After dinner I told him to sit down with
another beer and I'd put the dishes in the kitchen and do them in
the morning.  He wanted us to do them together, "You want to wash
or dry? come on, it won't take long" he said.  As we washed up we
chatted, he was indeed great company, when I reached up to put
dishes in the cupboard my top rode up at the back.  "That's lovely"
he said, I turned round and he said the "pink thing".  When the
dishes were finished I opened the fridge door and pulled out a
bottle of champagne.  I bought this for tonight so we might as well
have it now, it's his loss!  I handed it to Ben and he opened it
but some sprayed onto my top, "Better take it off before it stains"
he said and had a glint in his eye.  Out of devilment - ok, the
wine, I thought I'd call his bluff.  Looking him in the eye I held
the hem of my top and slowly peeled it off.  His face was a
picture, all of a sudden he wasn't of himself as sure as he had
been.  He couldn't take his eyes off my cleavage and so I poured
the champagne.  We went through and sat on the couch and I intended
to flirt with him before sending him home.  The flirting was all
fine and well until he asked me a few questions which required
longer answers.  As I spoke he was turned slightly towards me with
his arm bent on top of the back cushion.  I held the glass with one
hand and rested it gently on the other, Ben began stroking the
crook of my arm and looking into my eyes, by now I was stuttering
and stammering, I was going to have fun with him but here was I
falling under some kind of spell.

My speech tailed off as I completely lost the thread of what I was
talking about, as I sat open mouthed, he dipped his head forward
and kissed me.  It was very brief but took the wind from me.  The
feel of his lips against mine were electric and I was breathless as
he cupped my cheeks and kissed me with a long since forgotten
passion.  He was such a good kisser and by the time we broke off I
was dripping wet.  I could feel my nipples were like bullets and
all my nerve endings were so alive.  I gazed down and saw his cock
absolutely solid against the front of his trousers.  My heart felt
like it would pound out of my body when I trailed a finger over his
bulge.  "Should anything happen, it would need to be just between
us Ben".  Who was I kidding, "IF"?!  He nodded, I didn't think he
could speak, the air could have been cut with a knife as we looked
lustfully at each other.  I pushed him gently back and unzipped
him, unbuttoning his trousers I reached in and released his hard
cock from his boxers.  The tip was glistening with precum and I lay
forward and flicked my tongue lightly over the tip.  It jolted and
he gasped so I sucked it little by little into my mouth until he
was buried deep inside.  My lips were at the base of his cock and I
slipped it out again before I gagged, it was coated with saliva and
bucked when he saw it.  Again I deep throated him, keeping it in my
mouth a little longer each time as I got used to it>  Ben began
breathing heavier and so I stopped and stood up to step out my mini
skirt but he begged me to keep it on.  He stood up and kissed me
before laying me on the rug, he undressed and his tight body looked
heavenly as he lay down on top of me.  He kissed me once again and
reached down to pull my g string off but it snapped, he then slid
his hot cock inside me and I groaned.  It had been so long since
I'd last had a fuck and boy, did I need this!  We were so fuelled
up with lust that it was just a frantic fuck, there was no love
making and no finesse, purely animal passion.  He drilled into me
time and time again, it was when I looked down and saw my juices on
his cock that I came, urging him onwards I whispered "Fuck me Ben"
in his ear and he came too.  As we lay together, I waited for him
go go soft and slip out but it never happened, he simply got his
breath back and began taking me again.  Jesus! Jane was right, they
do get and stay very hard indeed.

The initial lustful fuck over, this time he settled into making
love, his cock dragging back and forth over my g spot as he gently
took me.  It was so sensitive from the pounding I'd just had and as
a consequence he soon had me coming again.  His pace was slow but
none the worse for it, this was exactly what I needed and he kissed
me pasionately again as he brought me over the edge once more.  He
was good and instinctively knew when I was going to come again,
speeding up and slowing down until I came once more.  Ben teased
orgasm after orgasm from me until I was worn out and then pumped
his seed into me again.

We lay still and then he slipped out and stood up, he picked up the
champagne and glasses and led me to my bedroom.  I switched on the
bedside light and a warm glow bathed the room.  Ben tenderly kissed
me and undid my skirt and it slipped down my legs, he held the
duvet while I slid into bed and then he slipped in with me.  Laying
on top of me he became hard once again, oh my god I couldn't
believe it!  He slipped inside my pussy again and began making love
to me again, it was so good but he withdrew after half a dozen
strokes, it was then I felt him nudge my anus, I froze but he
stroked my cheek and pushed a little harder.  It slid easily inside
and before I knew it he was deep inside me.  I felt very full!  The
thought of going to bed with Ben had honestly never crossed my mind
but I wouldn't have missed this for the world.  He began taking me
a little harder, building up the pace a little every half a dozen
strokes until I came twice before he gave me his third lot of cum. 
Drifting off to sleep in each others arms, I revelled in the
security a lovers arms give and remember him giving me a goodnight
kiss........

When I awoke, I was still in my basque and stockings,, the duvet
was over me and I could feel a feint buzzing at my pussy, he'd
found the bunny and was holding its ears against my clit.  I
struggled but he lay over my waist shielding his hands as I
succumbed to another orgasm.  As I tried to recover from it he
whispered "I think there's another in there", he stroked the top of
my inner thight so delicately while still holding the vibe against
me as I came again.  He did the same over and over, teasing orgasms
from my worn out pussy before dropping the rabbit and slamming his
manhood inside me, furiously fucking me until it all became too
much for us and we came deliciously together.

We must have drifted off again and awoke at 11:00am, We shared a
shower together and brought each other off again - he was making me
insatiable!  After a quick coffee, we kissed and I made him promise
to keep our secret and then he left.  I sank down onto the couch,
closed my eyes and smiled as I remembered the evening.............