Turning 40

It sucks turning 40. Or that?s what I?d always thought until it was my turn. I?ve been married for a while now?15 years, but no kids. We tried, but it turns out my husband, Rob, has a low sperm count and then we both got so busy with our careers, it didn?t matter. Rob?s a great guy, although your classic WASP. Before we married, I?d always had a thing for black guys?dated several in college?but when I met Rob at a friend?s wedding, it was love at first sight. Well, that and the fact that Rob had a house in the country and an apartment in the city, both of which we still have. Lately, though, he?s been pissing me off. Little comments about my age, the fact that I have a few gray hairs and my breasts aren?t as perky as they once were. Usually these are made in front of other people, which is part of what?s so annoying. OK, so I?m not 25 anymore, but I think I?m wearing my years pretty well. I have Short, bleached blonde hair that complements what I?m told is a ?strong? face. My tits are small?barely a B-cup?but I have large nipples that seem to attract attention whenever I go out with no bra--and GOD, are they sensitive. Now my ass, hips and thighs?they?re what most guys consider to be my best feature. A little larger than I?d like, but full and curvy with a hint of muscle and I look fabulous in tight jeans or clingy skirts. I also have a small sunburst tattoo on my lower back, so when I lean forward in a pair of low-slung jeans, I?ve found it?s pretty damn erotic for a lot of men. Unfortunately for me, Rob is more of a boob man, so the charms of my posterior are lost on him. Anyway, back to turning 40. . . Rob had a great party planned for me?all of our closest friends plus the usual business associates gathered at our favorite restaurant. He?d closed the place down for me and it was great food, tons of drinks and fabulous music all night. Wanting to look my best, that night I?d gone all out. I wore a white knit dress, halter style, cut REALLY low in the back so you could see my tattoo and a hint of the curve of my ass. No panties, no bra. My nipples seemed to be rock hard most of the evening and I noticed more than one admiring glance coming my way, although none were coming from Rob. Because, of course, the MAIN reason for the party was not my birthday, as it turned out, but some networking, as Rob had a major deal he was working on. And he was NOT pleased to see how sexy I looked when he was trying to impress some potential partners. I didn?t give a fuck, though, since it was supposed to be MY party. Fortunately for me, one of the ?associates? was this incredibly good looking black guy. Tall, heavy-set, nice beard and great eyes. Those eyes followed me everywhere for the first hour of the party and I enjoyed doing little things to get him going as I mingled with the guests. I?d stand in the light so he could clearly see there was nothing on beneath my dress. Or I?d bend casually over to talk with a friend, knowing he was staring at my ass. At first I was just doing this to see if Rob would notice and to get him pissed off. But as the evening wore on and it was clear that Rob was more interested in the men than in what his wife was up to, I started paying more attention to my admirer. He looked amazing in his white dress shirt, opened at the collar, and dark slacks that clung to his ass in a way I very much enjoyed. Based on my experiences in college, I imagined that the dick inside those pants would be pretty amazing, too. And compared to Rob?s dick? Well, I assumed there would be no comparison. A few hours into the party, I finally made my move. I slid up next to the guy, who was chatting with a couple of my friends and I used presence as a chance to join the conversation and get to know more about this dark stranger. His name was Jason, as it turned out, and he was an investment banker. Not my favorite occupation, but he was also an artist on the side, which perked me up a little. I wasn?t interested in another Rob, so hearing this guy had a creative side was a definite plus. Standing there, I could smell the mixture of his cologne?a woodsy scent I couldn?t place?and his arousal. There?s an odor to arousal I?ve found, a particular tangy musk that men exude when they?re turned on and each man?s is different, his own essence. Jason?s scent was amazing, only adding to his appeal. As we talked, I noticed Rob laughing and getting stupid with some of his college frat brothers. Apparently business had concluded and he?d moved on to the next phase of the evening?getting drunk with his friends. This would normally be followed later in the evening by sloppy, drunken, groping sex that left me unsatisfied and him snoring loudly. Been there, done that and I was looking to end my evening differently. I grabbed my purse and wrote a quick note to Jason. ?Meet me in the manager?s office, behind the kitchen.? I slipped it into his hand and then walked quickly away. As I turned the corner into the kitchen, I saw Jason look up at me with a stunned, slightly confused look on his face that was quickly replaced by what I knew was pure lust. I also saw Rob looking at me, his face registering that I was leaving the party, but assuming that I?d soon return. After all, I always did. I strode through the kitchen and back to the office. My friend Jane manages the place and I know that she has it set up for her own little trysts. She?s married, too, but has been cheating on her husband for years, usually with bus boys and cooks whom she fires once she?s done with them. Not surprisingly, she has the best food in town and the place always looks great. I closed the door behind me and turned out the light at her desk, waiting for Jason to join me. Within moments, the door was opening again and I could see his rugged silhouette in the shadows cast by the light in the hall. He moved to me immediately, a groan catching in his throat as he took me in his arms. His hands slid easily down to my ass, feeling the soft curves through the clingy white knit and I felt my pussy flood with wetness. His soft lips sought my eager mouth and we kissed deeply, frantically. We both knew that this wasn?t going to be some slow sensual exploration of a new lover, but the hard fucking of two strangers thinking they?d never see each other again. Jason?s kisses were amazing. Deep, penetrating?a welcome promise of what was to come. As we kissed, I could feel his hard cock pressing into my thighs and his hands slipping inside my dress to caress my bare ass. I tried to undo his pants, but he stopped me, told me to turn around and face the wall. I did, and felt him kneel behind me, his lips on the sunburst on my lower back, licking, kissing, and his hands coming underneath my dress to stroke my thick thighs and ass. I sighed and moaned at the same time, incredibly turned on and needing his cock. ?It?s your birthday,? he murmured, rubbing his thumb over my clit and feeling the slick wetness of my cunt. ?I?m taking care of you.? God, it felt SO GOOD. I hadn?t been this hot for someone in years. Jason turned me to face him, untying my halter as he stood up. The look on his face, as he revealed my breasts, did wonders for my ego. ?Your tits are so fucking hot,? he groaned, taking one erect nipple into his mouth to suck on it eagerly as he stroked the other one with his calloused hand. It was amazing, but after a few minutes, I REALLY needed his dick. ?If it?s my birthday, then I get what I want, right?? I purred. ?Well, I want your cock.? Jason obviously didn?t need me to ask twice because within moments, his pants were off and his hard dick was in my mouth. ?Suck it,? he growled, ?take that black cock.? Obviously Jason was no longer the nice investment banker and I was loving the transformation. As I sucked and licked his dark sweetness, he continued to tease my nipples. I loved his fingers on me, the soft satiny hardness of his black dick in my throat. I slurped harder and faster as I became increasingly turned on. Jason pulled me to the soft carpet with him (Jane knows how to fix up a love nest) and swung my hips expertly over his mouth as I continued to work him. His tongue and lips seemed to have met my pussy before, knowing immediately my pressure points and what I loved. It was all I could do to keep sucking him when what I really wanted was to stop and enjoy what this man was doing to me. After a few more moments of our tongues and mouths, I couldn?t take it anymore. I needed that black cock inside of me and I needed it now. I swung around and slowly lowered myself onto his hard dick, loving every inch as he sunk deeper into me. He moaned as I took him inside. His hands moved to my tits and pinched my nipples as I began to rock back and forth on him, rubbing my clit and feeling his dick hit that sweet spot inside me. This felt too good and within seconds I was moving faster, harder, fucking him for all I was worth. ?Fuck me, baby, yeah, that?s right, fuck me. Get that black dick.? As he spoke, he gripped my ass hard and pushed himself even deeper inside me, meeting me thrust for thrust. His dick pounded into me, his hands were all over me. It was sensation overload and I was loving every second of it. Suddenly, Jason stiffened and howled. I could feel hot cum pouring into my pussy and his dick quivering inside me. That put me over the edge. I cried out with my own orgasm, feeling my pussy clench and milk his dick as we both continued to pound away at each other. This was fucking AMAZING. I couldn?t believe what this guy did to me! Finally, eventually, everything ended. We had barely spoken to one another, but had just shared one of the most amazing sexual experiences I?d ever had. I leaned over to kiss his lips and could taste myself on them, smell my cunt in his beard. I idly wondered what would happen if Rob tried to talk to Jason now?would he recognize the scent? I rose and re-fastened my halter, adjusted my skirt. I could feel Jason?s cum dripping from my pussy and tricking down my leg. I touched my finger to myself, watching Jason?s face, and then sensuously sucked our lovemaking from my fingers. ?Thanks for a great gift,? I told him, as I headed out the door. I had a feeling I?d be seeing him again. Back at the party, Rob was still with his friends. He hadn?t seemed to notice the length of my absence. I slipped up next to him and felt his arm come around me, touching my hot skin, his hand gently resting on my back. I smiled as I felt another gush of Jason?s load drip down my leg. Rob leaned in to kiss me?one of his drunken kisses?not even realizing that I?d just had his business associate?s dick in my mouth. He probed my mouth sloppily?disgusting!-- and I pulled his hand up under my skirt, to feel where Jason had just fucked me so well. ?You?re so wet,? Rob murmured. ?Yes,? I whispered, ?All for you.? As I listened to Rob tell yet another dirty joke to his idiot friends and saw Jason glide back into the room, I pictured myself in the bedroom of my apartment, my dress around my hips, one hand on either side of Rob?s head, grinding his face into my pussy and commanding him to suck me, to lick another man?s load from inside me. What a great way to end the evening, I thought. 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