ann-mwf
Female
I was 45 when I first got into the interracial scene. It all began when I was asked to a "girls night out" by a group of work colleagues many years my junior, feeling a little sorry for a middle aged lady whose husband spent much time away from home working. Without going into too much detail, I ended spent most of the evening being chatted up by a young guy who plied me with drinks. I ended up in the yard at the back of the bar having the most amazing sex with this guy, who, lets be honest, had taken advantage of me.
During the next few days I couldn't get the night out of my mind, and had to masturbate regularly to satisfy my desires, and when I was asked if I would go to another night out, I jumped at the chance. The night came, and again, a young guy began to pay me attention, even thrusting his groin towards me while we were dancing close. I managed to eicit that he lived fairly local, and agreed that we should leave separately, but meet outside and go back to his place. It was amazing.
I needed it more, and it was then that I began searching the net for contacts, and pretty soon I was meeting lovers on a regular basis. Where was hub during this time, well, about two years previous he had been ill, and had moved into another bedroom, and had not returned to the marital bed. I was not having any sex, other than with a vibrator and he seemed happy for this state of affairs to continue. Now, I must at this point point out that I'm just your average middle aged white woman, not a milf by any stretch of the imagination, but they had what I wanted, and I had what they wanted, and to be honest, I was an easy lay, but not a great lover. Then I began chatting with a guy on one of the old interracial sites. We chatted regularly for weeks, and then one night we discovered that we lived only a few miles apart. A meet was arranged, no promises made, just a ******* and take it from there. We hit it off straight away, he was good looking, charming, fit, and dressed well. We spoke of our sexual likes and dislikes and I had to admit to him that I wasn't too "street wise" or that good in bed. The upshot was that he said he would teach me, I would become his pupil! Over the next 9 months, whenever the husband was away I would be at his place being taught how to be a good lover. Things that had been taboo with my husband were discussed, learned, and practiced. I became good at giving a blow-job, and he introduced me to anal sex, teaching me how to relax so it wasn't painful. He also introduced me to the idea that a black guy liked to share a good lady with their friends, and soon I was "entertaining" three of his friends. Then, one night, and not entirely unexpected, he announced he would be getting married and not seeing me again, but he felt I was now in a much better place to enjoy my own sexuality.
Since then, I have had many lovers, some just for a short time, some for longer, and my latest for over 12 months, but had it not been for the internet, I would never have discovered my sexual side, not been able to meet my black guys, and not have the sex life I now enjoy. So, how about you, benefit or pain in the butt?
During the next few days I couldn't get the night out of my mind, and had to masturbate regularly to satisfy my desires, and when I was asked if I would go to another night out, I jumped at the chance. The night came, and again, a young guy began to pay me attention, even thrusting his groin towards me while we were dancing close. I managed to eicit that he lived fairly local, and agreed that we should leave separately, but meet outside and go back to his place. It was amazing.
I needed it more, and it was then that I began searching the net for contacts, and pretty soon I was meeting lovers on a regular basis. Where was hub during this time, well, about two years previous he had been ill, and had moved into another bedroom, and had not returned to the marital bed. I was not having any sex, other than with a vibrator and he seemed happy for this state of affairs to continue. Now, I must at this point point out that I'm just your average middle aged white woman, not a milf by any stretch of the imagination, but they had what I wanted, and I had what they wanted, and to be honest, I was an easy lay, but not a great lover. Then I began chatting with a guy on one of the old interracial sites. We chatted regularly for weeks, and then one night we discovered that we lived only a few miles apart. A meet was arranged, no promises made, just a ******* and take it from there. We hit it off straight away, he was good looking, charming, fit, and dressed well. We spoke of our sexual likes and dislikes and I had to admit to him that I wasn't too "street wise" or that good in bed. The upshot was that he said he would teach me, I would become his pupil! Over the next 9 months, whenever the husband was away I would be at his place being taught how to be a good lover. Things that had been taboo with my husband were discussed, learned, and practiced. I became good at giving a blow-job, and he introduced me to anal sex, teaching me how to relax so it wasn't painful. He also introduced me to the idea that a black guy liked to share a good lady with their friends, and soon I was "entertaining" three of his friends. Then, one night, and not entirely unexpected, he announced he would be getting married and not seeing me again, but he felt I was now in a much better place to enjoy my own sexuality.
Since then, I have had many lovers, some just for a short time, some for longer, and my latest for over 12 months, but had it not been for the internet, I would never have discovered my sexual side, not been able to meet my black guys, and not have the sex life I now enjoy. So, how about you, benefit or pain in the butt?
