I’ve had a dry run. I’ve recently got back into meeting on a swinging site I use, but every time I get a meet or like someone, it doesn’t happen.

I’ve been ghosted by every single guy that’s arranged a social meet with me since January. I’ve started to get a bit paranoid, and my confidence has taken a hit. After all, I’m over 40, chunky, and starting to wonder if I’m wasting my time looking for playmates.

Yesterday, I arranged a social meet with a hot young guy from Fab. Over 15 years younger. I always meet for a social first to make sure there is a vibe and we’re into each other.

We met at a local pub. I wore a cute dress, and black fishnets. He was funny, charming, confident and gorgeous. We spent almost 4 hours chatting, flirting and laughing. Then he kissed me. In public. I was wet immediately.

I never normally guarantee anything on a social meet. But we went back to my car, and carried on the kissing. I felt so naughty. I asked him to take his cock out, and down I went. I loved the feeling of his hands on my head as he twitched and moaned, throbbing in my mouth. I kept going, intoxicated by acting like such a bad wife. He told me he was going to cum, so I sucked harder. He blew a huge load into my cheating mouth and I happily swallowed every drop, feeling the warmth down my throat and into my belly.

I came back up and we kissed. The car park had filled up. It was pretty obvious what I’d been doing. A guy in a van a few spaces away caught my eye and gave me a knowing smile.

We said our goodbyes, and I went home and told my husband every detail at bedtime while he finger fucked me.

This morning I feel so slutty and alive xx