Chapter 3

With the children finally settled in bed and the house quiet, I poured myself a glass of wine. Retrieving my phone, I navigated to the dating app, excited to explore the growing list of matches that had accumulated—now up to seven!

Among the names, Ben stood out as the most promising. At 31, an engineer by profession, his profile hinted at an open-minded nature and a desire for something casual. A flicker of hesitation crept in as I pondered whether I was perhaps too old for him. But buoyed by the liquid courage of the wine and recalling Jenni's encouraging words, I summoned the courage and sent him a message.

To my surprise, Ben's response arrived swiftly, initiating a conversation that quickly gained momentum. Attempting to channel a flirty tone, I typed my replies, navigating this unfamiliar territory. But despite my best efforts, the words felt clunky and awkward. Gradually, the messages transitioned from the initial awkwardness to a slightly steamier exchange.

Ben's replies hinted at a playful sense of humour, and I attempted to reciprocate with a teasing tone. As we delved deeper into the conversation, I found myself feeling bolder, more eager to explore the boundaries of our interaction.

Ben's messages became more suggestive, nudging the conversation towards a steamier direction. "I can't help but wonder what you look like right now," his text read, the implications clear.

A rush of anticipation coursed through me as I considered my response. With a flutter of nerves tinged with excitement, I contemplated his inquiry. Summoning a newfound boldness, I decided to take a chance. After a moment's hesitation, I angled my phone to capture a selfie, careful to reveal just a hint of cleavage without venturing too far into uncharted territory.

As I reviewed the photo, doubt crept in. My breasts looked huge in the photo, and you could see a bit of my bra. Was this too much? Would he find it appealing, or would he perceive it as overeager? The image captured a fraction more than I had intended, a subtle tease that bordered on the edge of my comfort zone.

With a deep breath, I pressed 'Send,' my heart racing with a blend of anticipation and apprehension. The seconds that followed felt like an eternity as I awaited his response, uncertain of how he would react to my attempt at flirtatious daring.

His response came almost instantly, filling the screen with words that made my heart race. "Wow, you look incredible," he typed, followed by a string of flattering compliments that sent a rush of warmth through me.

Reading his words, a mix of relief and excitement washed over me. It was thrilling to be complimented, to feel desired in a way I hadn't experienced in years.

Encouraged by his positive reaction, I typed back a coy "Thank you," coupled with an emoji to convey my bashful yet pleased reaction. Ben sent me a picture of himself, he was on his sofa in his expensive looking flat, looking very sexy. The conversation continued, now charged with a newfound energy and seemed to teeter on the brink of something more.

As the night wore on and the hour grew late, I reluctantly acknowledged the need to bid Ben goodnight. Promising to resume our conversation the following day, I exchanged a final set of playful messages before we signed off, leaving the tantalising anticipation of our next interaction lingering in the digital ether.

Slipping into bed, I found my mind wandering back to our flirtatious exchange, the subtle promises hidden in our words. Thoughts of Ben intertwined with the sensations conjured by my fantasies, a blend of exhilaration and nervous excitement. My fantasies were about Ben taking me in his flat, as I fucked myself with my vibrator.

The next day, I woke to a flirty message from Ben asking for another selfie. Feeling sexy and daring, I sent him one from my bed. I was naked, and I positioned the covers so that just the top of my chest was visible, a tantalising glimpse of my cleavage. Ben responded with fire emojis, which encouraged me to send another, with the cover lowered further, barely concealing my nipples. I couldn’t believe I was being so bold; it was the most daring photo I’d ever taken of myself.

More fire emojis and heart-eyed emojis flooded in from Ben. The exchange left me feeling a rush of excitement, and I found myself exploring my desires as I typed a response with one hand, slipping my fingers between my legs with the other. Ben mentioned he was about to shower. "I wouldn't mind a pic of that," I typed impulsively. I hesitated, then took a chance and sent the message.

"Anything for you," he replied promptly. "Give me ten minutes." My heart raced with anticipation. I was so aroused that I contemplated using my vibrator, but I was already running late to get myself ready and the kids off to school. Instead I jumped in the shower myself.

When I came out of my shower, Ben’s photo was waiting for me. He had propped the phone up at the end of his walk-in shower, and using the timer had taken a photo of himself under the water completely naked. He was turned three quarters away, so I couldn’t see his cock, but his muscular legs, his back and his bare ass looked amazing. My cunt was aching now.

“Fuck!” I typed, with three fire emojis. Then I knelt on the bed, with my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit until I climaxed. Sprawling on the bed, I took a selfie with my tits in full view, my face flushed from the orgasm. I couldn’t decide if I should send it, and I was now running very late, so I quickly got dressed and got the kids up.

Walking out of school, I caught up with Jenni, and she eagerly inquired about how things were progressing. I told her everything with Ben, including the photo I hadn’t sent. “He sounds great!” she enthused. “Let’s see his shower photo.”. Making sure there was no-one walking too close to us I gave her a quick glimpse on my phone.

"Oh my God, he is hot! He can screw me anytime!" she enthused. "You should definitely go for it. When you’re ready. And send that photo - tell him everything, that you had just come from looking at his photo - you’ll make his day."

“I don’t know,” I replied, “Isn’t it a bit forward? Do people admit this kind of thing?”

“Of course,” she said, “There’s no need to be shy, the point of this is that you want to fuck him, right? He’s going to see you post-orgasm in real life. Hopefully!”

“I guess,” I laughed.

“And ask to see his dick.” she said, “Make sure it’s not tiny or something.”

“What?” I replied, “I thought as feminists we didn’t approve of dick pics?”

“No!” she said, giggling at my naivety, “I love getting dick pics from men I fancy. It’s unsolicited dick pics that are gross.”

So, that night I did send Ben the photo, explaining how he’d turned me on that morning. He replied that it was making him hard and I asked him to prove it. My first dick pic. He had a great looking cock, much bigger than my husband. Looking at it made me wet, I loved that it was my photo that had made him hard. And we arranged to meet on Saturday after lunch, in a coffee shop near my house.

Saturday morning came, and my ex collected the kids. I was so nervous as I got ready. I had a long hot bath, making myself come twice thinking about Ben. I gave my bush a trim so that it was nice and neat. Should I have shaved it? It was too late for that though, I’d never done that before. At least my armpits and legs were freshly shaved.

I put on my best underwear - not especially sexy, but black at least and smaller knickers than I usually wore. The bra was quite lacy too, revealing a hint of nipple inside. Finally, a cute summer dress that came down to my knees and showed off my breasts. I looked at myself in the mirror. Not too bad for 45 I thought.

I got to the cafe feeling slightly shaky. Ben was already there and he got up from the table to greet me and kiss me on both cheeks. He was even more handsome in real life, and I loved the way he smelt as he leaned in to kiss me. My cunt was already aching with desire. Was I really going to get to fuck this beautiful younger man?

The conversation went along okay as we sipped our coffee, but I was finding it hard to concentrate and just wanted to get to the sex part. Finally, I awkwardly blurted out “Shall we go back to my house?”.

Ben smiled and agreed. Walking the short distance to my house felt like walking into a different life. Once inside, I fussed about nervously, not knowing what to do, but Ben put his arm around me and drew me close, opening his mouth and kissing me, his tongue playing with mine. My whole body felt like it was on fire, but especially between my legs.

Still kissing me, Ben took control, pressing his body against me, and pushing me against the wall. His fingers entwined with mine, he held them tightly, forcing them against the wall above my head. He was gentle, yet forceful. I’d never been treated like this before, like I was desired, and I melted in his arms, my mouth hungry for his mouth. I felt like my knickers were soaked through.

Releasing one hand, Ben moved his hand down, stroking my neck and causing me to gasp at the sensation. His hand went lower, to my breast, pushed out and pert by my position pinned against the wall. He cupped my breast in his hand and ran his thumb over my nipple through the fabric. I melted again, moaning into his mouth at the pleasure that rushed through my body.

And then he was on his knees in front of me, lifting my skirt and pulling my knickers down to the floor. I was totally exposed. I wondered again if I should have shaved, but Ben didn’t seem to have any complaints. Lifting one leg to get better access, he moved forward, his tongue touching my clit. I almost came right away and cried out in pleasure. Soon he was licking and sucking my clit, his mouth and tongue all over my cunt. I’d never felt anything like it. And when he concentrated on my clit with his tongue I came hard, grabbing his hair and holding his face against me.

He stood, wiping his wet mouth on the back of his hand as he looked me in the eyes. I was panting, weak at the knees. “You taste so good.” he told me. Taking my hand he led me upstairs to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, we both hastily stripped naked, and led on the bed kissing. My hand was stroking his hard cock, and he was fingering my wet cunt. This was the first cock I’d held apart from my husband’s, and the first time I’d really enjoyed it. He was bigger than my husband, and thicker. We lay there for a while, just enjoying the pleasure of touching each other and being touched.

Suddenly, I decided I wanted him in my mouth. Something I hadn’t done with my husband since the early days. Pushing him onto his back, I moved down his body, kissing him as I went. His body was hairier than I was used to and I ran my hand through his soft chest hair. Reaching his cock, I held it in one hand and extended my tongue, running it round the tip of his cock. Then I put it in my mouth, as far as I could and was pleased to hear him let out a moan of pleasure.

Unsure exactly what I was doing, I bobbed my head up and down, wanking the head of his cock with my lips while my hand held his shaft. This seemed to have a good effect on him, his eyes were closed and he breathed heavily. “I’m sucking a stranger’s cock.” I thought to myself, the idea making me even more turned on.

I moved back up to kiss him on the lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.

“Yes please.” I replied. My cunt was aching for him.

He grabbed a condom out of his wallet, and rolled it over his cock. Then climbing on top of me, between my legs, he kissed me deeply as he pressed against me with his hardness. Moving his hips gently back and forth, he rubbed his erection against my clit for a moment, before allowing it to slide lower between my folds and enter me.

Even though he was thicker and longer than I was used to, I was so wet and open that he slid inside me easily. I moaned involuntarily at the pleasure of feeling him inside me. Gradually he began to thrust quicker and deeper, filling and stretching me even more. I could feel him deep inside me. “That feels so good,” I murmured in his ear, his chest rubbing against my breasts.

As I held onto him, our bodies entwined in an intimate embrace, the sensation of his weight against my breasts added to the intensity of the moment.

I lifted my legs up, to feel him even deeper. He was thrusting all the way in now, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. I was moaning with every thrust, holding him tight against me as I enjoyed the feeling of him fucking me.

He fucked me harder, the rhythm of our bodies becoming an unspoken conversation of desire. The heightened intensity was a heady mixture of our shared passion and an uninhibited connection that sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

Withdrawing, he looked at me spread naked on the bed, my juices dripping from my cunt and down my ass. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” he said. “Now turn over, I want to take you from behind.”

I felt a heady rush as I positioned myself on my hands and knees on the bed, and presented myself to him. With a tender yet firm touch, Ben’s hands found their place, grasping my cheeks and spreading them apart. The sensation of being so exposed, laid bare before him, sent a thrill coursing through me. I felt a tingling heat rise within as I imagined his gaze exploring every inch of my exposed intimacy, my wetness glistening.

With a controlled yet primal urgency, he guided himself inside, the sensation causing my breath to catch in my throat. Each inch of him sliding into me was an intoxicating mix of pleasure and anticipation. I moaned softly, relishing the sensation of being filled by him, the deep and intimate connection intensifying with every thrust. My hand instinctively went to my clit, and I rubbed it in time to his thrusts.

As he moved within me, the rhythm became a symphony of desire, the pace gradually building into a crescendo of passion. I responded in kind, meeting his every movement with eager anticipation, the pleasure growing with each and every moment. The sensation was overwhelming, a whirlwind of carnal delight that seemed to consume us both.

As his movements quickened, a wave of ecstasy washed over me, engulfing my senses. My breaths turned to fervent moans, my body quivering with the raw intensity of the moment. I grasped at the sheets, feeling the heat of the moment rising within me like a crescendo, ready to explode.

With a gasp, I reached the peak, a symphony of pleasure bursting forth as my body convulsed in euphoric release. It was an overwhelming rush, the culmination of a passionate union that left me trembling and breathless in its wake. It was my first time climaxing with a cock inside me, and I felt my walls pulsating and clenching him.

But Ben wasn’t finished, he continued to fuck me in different positions all over the bed and I came several more times. Until finally, I could tell he was close. “Can I come on your tits?” he asked. I was slightly shocked - I’d never had anyone ask me that before but I was all for embracing new experiences.

Pulling out and removing the condom, he knelt beside me as I lay on the bed. He was on the edge, holding his cock and trying to delay the orgasm. Suddenly, he let himself go, and cum exploded over my breasts. Wave after wave of cum coated me in glistening white. It was warm, and wet, and I felt proud that I had made him cum so much. I loved seeing it pulsing out the end of his cock and covering me.

“Oh my god,” I said, “That’s so hot. Fuck, I’m covered.”. He learnt over and kissed me.

“You’re so sexy,” he said, “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Absolutely.” I agreed.

He picked up his phone. “Can I take a quick photo of your breasts covered in my cum?” he asked.

“Only if you send me a copy.” I told him.

To be continued...