It actually all started just over 5 years ago when my youngest son went to a friend’s 20th birthday party. I had prearranged with my son to pick him up around midnight and on arrival found that most of the party goers had consumed large amounts of alcohol as they do at that age. My son was in quite a state, but I was fortunate enough to be dropping one of his friends off who lived close to us. He had shown a lot more reserve than most of the others and although tipsy was able to help me get my son in the car. The start of the journey home was filled with loud singing but eventually it subsided as the fresh air kicked and both became a lot more subdued. As we got closer to home, my son was then claiming that he thought he was going to be sick. I pulled over in the entrance to a supermarket where he proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach into a nearby hedge. His friend thought it highly amusing, but I decided instead of risking the back seat of my car. I would drop my son off first before dropping off his friend. I got him to call his mum to explain what I was going to do. When I got home, I awoke my husband and we got our son into his room and sorted before taking his friend home.
I had known my son’s friend for a number of years so he wasn’t a stranger at all. I felt totally comfortable with him and had been to his family’s on numerous occasions. I had watched him grow into quite a handsome young man and although I had never thought of him in any other way than one of my son’s friends. I don’t think many women would not have given him an admiring glance.
Half way through the journey I realised the traffic was backed up so we sat there chatting for 15 minutes before it became obvious we were not going anywhere in the near future. I got him to call his Mum again and I called my husband to explain the situation. We sat there making small talk, laughing and joking to while away the time. I can in all honesty say it had been ages since I had laughed so much. I genuinely felt a little disappointed when the traffic started to move again. A few minutes later we were off the carriageway and nearing his house. I pulled up just down the road from his actual house and as we bid our goodbyes he leant over to kiss me goodbye. I didn’t think anything of it and moved towards him. We met half mouthed. It took us both by surprise and there was a split second where I think both of us didn’t really know what to do. To this day I don’t know if it was a subconscious desire I had for him but I moved my lips onto his and what should have been a simple kiss goodbye turned into a partial snog with open mouths. I remember pulling away and very embarrassingly apologising to him. He then apologised and we sat in complete silence for what seemed like ages. That moment of silence was unbelievable! He broke it by saying ‘I don’t have to go if you don’t want me to’ . Those words will stay with me forever! It was the moment he declared his interest in me. I know I looked about the street looking for windows with lights on to see if we were being watched. When I had assured myself we weren’t, I put the car in gear and drove off down the street. We didn’t say a thing to each other. We didn’t have to. He just put on his seat belt and I drove to a quiet car park a couple of minutes away. I parked by a wall where I knew we could not be seen. He rang his Mum while I rang my husband and we both said we were still in the traffic. We made sure we talked at the same time so his Mum and my husband could hear we were talking to them. As soon as we ended the conversations I suggested we move into the back which we did after moving the front seats as far forward as they would go. What amazed me was he was so calm about it all. I was physically shaking with anticipation. I love kissing and we snogged for ages before anything else happened. He didn’t rush anything. This was definitely not like the last experience I had had with an 20 year old guy some 25 years earlier, which was a bumbling, clumsy affair. He was incredibly gentle even to the extent that when he eventually worked his hand under my jumper and onto my bra he didn’t try and yank it aside or pull it down. He just caressed my nipple through it with his thumb. We played for quite a long time like that before I actually instigated anything. I hadn’t touched him intimately and was just enjoying the attention I was getting. He eventually opened the front fastenings of my bra with one hand and I felt the warmth of his hand gently squeezing my breasts. Whilst I can’t remember exactly what he said he there were lots of quiet compliments. Again, absolutely no rush to get them out, just lots of stroking and working of my nipples while he continued to snog me. In the end it was me who removed my jumper and bra and laid back partly against the door and watched him move down and take them into his mouth. It wasn’t long before I was then aware that he had moved one of his hands to the inside of my thigh and he was running his hand very slowly from just above my knee up my inner thigh and stopping just before my crotch. To say I was in heaven was an understatement! It became nearly unbearable and my first move came when I reached down and took hold of his hand and placed it firmly on the crotch of my jeans enticing him to work me. Much to my surprise he stopped ! He sat up undid my jeans and very awkwardly we between us took them off. I obviously wasn’t expecting any of this to happen and had an old pair of comfy knickers on which I made sure went with the jeans to save my embarrassment. I threw them into the front of the car and watched as he started to undress. He got naked, revealing his excitement and although he wasn’t huge in length he was lot bigger than my husband and the girth was very impressive! He moved towards me again and I slipped back into the position I was in before expecting to carry on where we left off. Instead he just took hold of my ankle and moved my leg over the top of his head and bent it up so my knee was on my breast. With his foot he moved my leg that was still in the footwell as far as he could away from us. My legs were as wide open as it is physically possible to be and he then promptly gave me the most aggressive finger fuck I have ever had! The noise of my excitement was unbelievable and I can’t remember ever being so wet. I lost total self-control! I pushed him back into the seat, straddled him, took hold of him between my legs and guided him in. I then fucked him till I came.
It was only after our breathing had subsided to a level that we could move that I realised what we had just done. I got off and cleaned myself up and we got dressed in near complete silence again. He was worried about the consequences of our actions but after some reassurances I drove him home. As he left the car, he asked to see me again. I told him I didn’t think it would be a good idea and left it at that.
The problem for me came a few days later when the reality of what I had done really kicked in. I went through all sorts of emotions from guilt to excitement. The guilt was not to my husband. Our marriage was already over. But more to the way I had treated my son’s friend. Although I realise he was a consenting adult and he knew what he was doing. I did feel that I left him that night feeling like I had used him. I hadn’t but it was just the way I felt. The excitement was definitely finding out that even in my 40s I still had something that a young man wanted. It must have been a good couple of months of reliving those moments with him in the privacy of my bathroom before I decided I wanted to see him again. I sent him a text asking to meet with him to discuss what happened. I picked a Saturday that I knew my son and my husband were away for the weekend watching their football team and arranged to meet him in our home. He was a regular visitor before the events of the party night so knew his appearance would cause no raised eyes. After my husband and son had departed in the early hours of the morning. I showered and got dressed in nothing more than a short skirt, a tight jumper, no underwear and just a pair of hold up stockings. I think it took all of 10 minutes after his arrival that I found myself bent over the back of the sofa being done doggy style. I went on to see him 3 or 4 times a week for nearly 2 years.
After it ended I had a year before I left my husband and after I got my own place I started internet dating that led me enjoying the company of a further 6 young men. It’s something I find very difficult to stop and has given a confidence I thought I would never have.