My husband has been out of town for work for over a week. We’ve been fighting for quite a while and honestly he’s been gone too long. I keep telling him my Iove language is physical touch. Maybe to give him fair warning not to leave me unsatisfied. I need his attention! Anyway, after a long day at work, I called my recently single wild friend. It was last minute, I needed a drink or 5 and knew she would know where to go. So we met at a biker dive bar way out of the way. I had no idea what I was getting myself in to but I needed a night out. Well my friend and I set up outside on the patio with drinks and shots. When we first got there, I was disappointed. Maybe 5 people there and nobody to really talk to or interesting. TBH though, I didn’t expect much being it was Monday night and we were so far out of town. I juat needed to blow off some steam and have a good time.

Within 20 minutes, in rolled 12 guys on bikes. Hot group of older men. Like 50’s and 60’s, with Rough hands and worn jeans that were all filled out very well.

Side note, I’m a pecker checker. And whenever I see a dick, my first thought is always, I wonder what that would feel like inside me. Maybe some other time, I’ll write another post about that possibly slutty feeling. Be nice to know if any other women out there think the same way. None of my friends think that way but I really can’t be the only woman out there.

Ok, back to the post - Well the group Of guys went inside but one man, the last one off his bike caught my attention and I think I caught his.

every time I went in to get a drink he and I kept catching eyes and exchanging smiles. Now I may have gone in more than I needed to and with every round, I kept offering to go get them.

on my last trip in, to pay the bill and use the bathroom, mr60, decided to take his chance.
HE FOLLOWED ME INTO THE BATHROOM! He didn’t say a word. He just walked in, grabbed my arm to turn me around. Then grabbed my ass to pull me in really tight and kissed me. Kissed me so well that I didn’t even pull away. Without thinking I pulled him right back. I don’t know what I was thinking (well I do but…) ….I went straight for his dick. I wanted to feel what it felt like over his jeans. Why do older men have such amazing dick?! They always fill their jeans out so well. Anyway, within less than a minute I had his pants undone and as soon as I had it out he was pushing my head down to suck him off. Not my proudest moment getting on my knees in a public bathroom but at that moment I didn’t even think to be grossed out. He was so forceful but in a nice way, so hard, and talked so dirty that I couldn’t resist. With one hand I put a firm hold on his massive sack and with my other hand and my mouth we worked his tip and shaft. He didn’t want me to go fast, but he wanted to use my throat. And I let him. Oh it was so hot!

After a while he told me to stand up because he missed my lips. Thought that was so sweet so of course I listened and did as he said. As soon as is good up, once again he kissed me so deeply and well. This time he went straight for my jeans. Had them down around my ankles, spit on his fingers and spread my lips. I didn’t need it, I was soaked but, I guess he didn’t know that yet. His hands were so big and fingers thick as could be, just like his perfect cock.

Standing there with our jeans down, stroking his cock as hard as I could and his fingers playing my holes and working my clit, I could have came right then. But then in walks the bartender. Her telling us “time to get out” and that dumb line, you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.”

Anyway, there wasn’t a chance i was going to let this man get away without leaving a load in me. I so love being filled up. So I begged the bartender to give us 5 minutes and promised we would be out quick. And she actually let us. Thank you Mrs bartender!

As soon as she walked out, I turned around bent over the sink. I reached back spread my ass with one hand and told mr60, hurry up! I need you to fuck me hard. Just take it.

He slid right in. As soon as he got his tip in me, I pushed back hard because I wanted to feel his cock bottom out into me. And it did. It actually surprised me how deep it was that it hit a spot my husband has never hit. You know like when you use a muscle you never knew you had, well he hit it. And it’s sore today.

Well I kept pushing my ass into him trying to get him to realize I wanted to be used, to be taken and taken as hard as he could. I mean he got me to suck him off the slow way he wanted, why not get it how I like it now.

Well he picked up on what I was wanting really quickly. He grabbed my ass hard with both hands like he was squeezing each cheek all while further spreading my ass. Yep! That’s exactly how I wanted it. Good job sir.

I could feel his dick getting harder and harder and he was stopping as if he was trying not to cum. But all I wanted was his cum.

So I looked back and told him, please just cum in me. I want you to fill me up. Just fuck me.

He gave me about half a minute more of hard deep thrusts, then went as deep in me as he could and came so hard. I could feel his dick twitching in me. The pressure of his load pushing deep into me. Felt so amazing.

After he was done with me, I turned around gave him a deep kiss and thanked him. Pulled my pants up and ran out. From the expression on My friends face, I knew she knew exactly what I had just done but I didn’t say a word. We both got into our own cars and went our separate ways home.

Well, today my husband and I are still arguing, he still isn’t home and today all I can do is think about mr60. Really how I can see him again. Like how can I run into him again without going back to that bar. Going back there would be too easy. I want a chance meeting with him.

Yes, I’ve played with myself all morning.
Yes, I’m sore in such a good way.
I do have two bruises or better yet, full hand prints on my ass. I’m not sure how I’m going to explain those should my husband ever come home. These bruises are deep. They’re not going away anytime soon. But honestly, I don’t care. I’m so over my husband. I want to be single. Don’t get me wrong, I would miss the normal secure life my husband brings. last night may have been the wake up call I needed to remind me what I’m missing. I really need more dick varieties in my life. It’s been so long since I felt the adrenaline, the aggression that comes with a new guy.

Yeah yeah, I know I’m a slut and I’m good with that. I just love being filled up.

For a while now, I’ve been following and reading these confession threads. What’s really sad is, this is the first time I’ve felt like I had anything half way worth posting.

And finally, it would be a dream if mr60 reads this. If you see this Sir, tell me which bar we were at. I know this won’t happen but a girl can dream, right?