Hot Wife

Some days are better than others. Today was better than most.
I was shopping straight after church. I know, shopping on the Sabbath. But that wouldn't be the worst of it.
My husband hadn't been able to come as he was taxi for the kids' busy social life.
Was it because he wasn't with me? I don't know, but everyone seemed to be looking at me. I was either giving off a powerful aura or I was looking particularly odd that day. I certainly didn't think it would be because I was sexy.
I'm fifty-two, have very cropped bleach blonde hair, and was wearing dungarees. More butch than hot MILF. So everything that happened took me by surprise.
A black guy caught my eye as he passed, and he said, "Wow."
Wow, what? Was that for me? Or just a coincidence?
As I walked uphill to a clothes shop a different man walked up beside me. "Steep hill," I said to him to be polite, as he seemed closer than would be normal.
"Yeah," he replied, "gorgeous." Then overtook me.
Gorgeous? A gorgeous steep hill? Surely I wasn't gorgeous?
I went into the shop to buy my husband some new sweaters. This male attention made me remember our once dramatic love life. Wife swapping. Orgies. My many different lovers. But that was years ago.
And now? Well, we hadn't had sex for months, and it felt like my fault. Menopause had killed my ardour, and I was always too tired. I preferred to read.
I found the sweaters and went to the counter. A handsome man, a little older than me perhaps, took my purchases.
"I love your look," he said. I was taken aback.
"Really?" I paused for a moment and then felt the rush of all my old confidence return. I must still have it! I decided to try my forward style of flirting for the first time in an age.
"How much do you like me?" I said, leaning forward, close enough to kiss. "Do you want to show me?"
For a second, he hesitated. "I'd love to show you. Do you know how to get round the back of here?"
"Yes," I touched his left hand briefly and felt the wedding ring. My naughty side flushed with glee at this added complication.
Once I'd walked quickly behind the shops, I worried about the host of CCTV cameras there, but he must have thought of that. He was there already and led me by the hand between a wall and a huge skip. Narrow but room enough for what we wanted to do.
We kissed and were instantly groping each other. He was excitingly hard, and his hand did wonders between my legs. He pushed at the layers there so much that I found myself lifted off the floor and pinned to the wall. I fell on his shoulder, having an orgasm that came so easily but seemed so impossible.
My legs gave way under me, and I slipped down to my knees. Perfect, I thought! I took him out and heard an agonized moan above me as I sucked him between my lips.
He didn't buck and push and thrust as my hubby would. This man showed great control and let me take charge. I paid close attention to the head, rolling my tongue over it and pressing my lips down like a vice.
I'd have happily received his cum right then. I didn't need any more. With my back against the wall, I felt a wall in my mind crumble. It was like a wrecking ball to my frustrations. I felt my old inner sex goddess returning.
But he had other ideas. He gently lifted me and started to undo my dungarees. If I'd known what I'd be getting up to that day, I would have worn something with easier access!
He pulled it down past my knees, but without taking my boots off, I couldn't open my legs for him.
Instead, he turned me round and, pushing me against the wall, entered me from behind. Another instant, easy orgasm from just his initial penetration. Hell, I had missed those kinds of orgasms so much. Missed cock. Missed sex. Missed a man wanting me so much. Missed sex with strangers. Spontaneous sex in public places.
I didn't want to think about all the good reasons I'd stopped doing all that because right now, being bumped against the wall, having a cock grinding into my pussy, felt more 'good' than anything else.
I heard him cum with a growl in my ear and a jerking cock deep inside me. It made me cum again as well. Just like it used to.
He took me in his arms and leaned me back against him, his softening dick rubbing my bare ass, which felt dirty and divine.
He hugged my chest, holding both breasts with one arm, his other moving down my body towards my vagina.
I squirmed. I tried to move. It would be too sensitive down there, I knew.
But he knew better. With juices from my pussy his wet finger found my clit and expertly turned my oversensitivity into a tool to work a different kind of orgasm out of me.
It was almost painful, but I clung to his legs and let him take me somewhere even my wilder youth didn't touch.
I came in a beautiful agony and would have toppled over if he hadn't held me up.
I recovered my breathing; he helped me recover my clothes. "Don't forget these," he winked, handing me my husband's sweaters.
Walking back into the busy city center, I knew I should feel foolish, behaving like a horny teenager when I was supposed to be off sex for good. But I didn't. The sunshine on a winter's day felt like it was there for me alone.
My husband was home when I got back in, and I told him about the first two men but not the third. He always enjoyed other men enjoying me, but it had been so long since that time I couldn't tell him the truth.
"The kids will be gone for hours, want to go to bed for a while?" I asked, smiling coyly. "If you agree with these men who think I'm gorgeous, then you should join me."
It wasn't long before I was properly naked at last, and my husband's penis was where a stranger's had been, where his cum still was.
As we fucked he asked me again about the two men, "Were they sexy? Did you want them too?"
"No," I said, and I could see his disappointment. I'd soon change that. "But there was a third man…"