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I divorced my cheating husband almost 3 years ago and am now 50 years old and find that I love sex more than ever before. After my divorce, I met a man 19 years my senior. He was only the 3rd man I had ever been with at that time. Early on in our relationship, I found myself deeply in love and the sex was amazing but as time went on, he slowly began to prefer masturbation over physical contact with me. He would request I dress a certain way, wear my hair a certain way, or role-play certain things. He wanted me to pee or shave or touch myself in front of him so he could masturbate to the sight or thought of me. I truly loved giving him pleasure with my mouth, hands, feet, or any part of my body but stroking himself seemed to be enough for him. Then, once he 'finished', there was nothing I ever offered that pleased him. Once he was done, he was done. None of this was my preference and I would have done anything to satisfy him. Still, this lack of physical contact between us left me unbelievably frustrated, as you might imagine.
Before you make comments about my hygiene, I shower at least once a day (often more than once) and am not smelly down there. I know that I am not a raving beauty and yes, I lack big boobs but I am a former aerobics instructor. I have never had a child and have never been overweight.
Anyway, his 'rather strange' desires progressed to the point where he asked me to have sexual encounters with others, both women and men. He "would prefer" to watch in person but if that wasn't acceptable, he would be satisfied if I would recount every detail of these errant experiences. Initially, I was opposed to this notion but eventually, I gave in to him. I simply didn't understand why any man would want his woman to fuck someone else but I loved him and wanted to provide him his fantasy. Of course, I only wanted to be with him and I knew once we introduced anyone else into our love-life, there would be no going back.
Together, we searched the internet and mulled over hundreds of profiles until I spotted a gentleman that I thought might be the one. His name was Mike and there was absolutely nothing exceptional about him. He was older than me but slightly younger than my gentleman friend, smaller in stature, and average in every way but he claimed to be respectful, not pushy, and totally discreet. We met Mike in person several times to see if there was any chemistry between us. Honestly, there was little on my part but I faked it and eventually, Mike and I had unprotected sex in a hotel room bed as the man I loved watched and pleasured himself. As if he were the director of a movie, Mike and I did everything my love asked us to do. The encounter was exciting in it's own way, it was still tentative at best. I admit, I was unsure, a bit timid, and to be honest, not all that into it. Still, I did my best to forget the fact that we were being watched and fucked Mike as if he and I belonged together. After that, the three of us had a few more encounters in our respective homes. Perhaps I should say "the two of us".
Sadly, my hopeful 'forever' relationship slowly failed. I don't know if he was even bothered by that fact. It devastated me. At one point, I decided to never again seek a romantic relationship. Being alone wasn't as horrible as I had once imagined but I never stopped fantasizing about sex. I love the closeness and joy of being with just one man who loved me. I am resolved to the fact that such a thing may or may not ever happen.
One evening, and after much thought and consideration, I phoned Mike. It was nice to hear his voice and to know he was well. Perhaps you can imagine why I rang him up. Within two hours, we were in bed together. This time, I felt zero inhibition's and didn't imagine we were a partnership. Mike was nothing more than a fuck-buddy to me and the same was true for him. We have no expectations between us yet, for the last 14 months, I think about him often. Neither of us have any weird fantasies that we haven't lived out and neither of us behave as if we own the other. I am aware that he has developed a relationship with another woman but I don't care. I don't think he loves her and we still call each other on a regular basis. I always answer the call (if you know what I mean).
