I woke up with a aching body and in bed with someone I never should have fucked.

12 hours earlier.....I know what I am, and I know what I like. I'm a forty year old woman that has been divorced twice and raised two kids to full adulthood and I'm sick of always putting everyone else ahead of me. When you're a mom, it means sacrificing everything in your life, I’ve spent the last twenty years taking care of two kids and whatever man was in my life at the time, and I am not doing it anymore. I'm thinking about me and only me, now.

These were the thoughts running through my head as I got myself ready to go out, staring at myself in the mirror as I finished applying my ruby red lipstick. When I was single clubs and parties were where I spent just about every weekend, especially swingers clubs. My first husband got me off of the lifestyle for a bit, uncomfortable with sharing. My second was a bit too comfortable with sharing, seeing as I found him in bed with his secretary after we explicitly agreed to run each other's partners by each other first. I knew exactly why he hadn't, too. It was because he was telling the bitch he was gonna divorce me for her. Nonsense, seeing as I was the breadwinner and our prenuptial agreement was not going to favor him, but it seemed like that's what got his rocks off. That really stuck in my craw, him trading me out for a new model.

I'm not one of those women that lets postpartum diminish her body, falling into depression and stopping taking care of myself. I have a gym membership and have for years and I use it, as well as taking extreme care of my body and skin. That's why at forty I still had a good body, soft and curvy, tight in all the right places. Right now that body was being displayed in a tight dress that fit me like a second skin, red as sin and with a deep valley for my ample cleavage, my lacey red bra out of sight for now. It was thrilling, dressing up like this, knowing what my goal was:

To get fucking railed.

I have not had sex since my last divorce two years ago, just trying to get my life back in order. Two long years of having to rely on my vibrators and dildos and my fuck machine, ignoring the rest of my toys that needed a partner to use properly. Two long years of spending every night alone in my bed, craving another body in it. No more. Fuck that. I am not some lonely spinster yearning for husband number three to come in and swoop me off my feet. Not tonight, at least. Husbands as it turns out are overrated, but I am not giving up on some good dick. And just like my ex-husband, I intend to go for a new model.

I am going to a bar tonight where people hang out. I am going to look over the selection, and I am going to find a strapping virile man that seems ready and able to handle an older woman, I am going to take him back to my house, and I am going to drain every last drop of seed from him.

I'm looking to make this a long-term story where my first night out in years I end up going home with someone I never should have fucked.