During an eleven week break up of our marriage, I had sex with four different guys. Three of whom were in their mid forties and one guy who was in his late fifties. I'm not sure why I picked those men, maybe I needed father figures to reassure me I was sexy. What I do know is I did just about everything with them. From oral sex both ways to having them fuck my pussy and ass. The sex ranged from average to downright fucking awesome, and the awesome guy was the man who'd not long had his fifty eighth birthday. His cock was so big and thick, I had trouble sucking it in and he went on pleasuring me for hours with his tongue, fingers and enormous cock. By the time the sun was rising in the sky, he'd had me orgasming countless times and I was so filthy in everything he wanted me to do with and to him.
We had sex together over a dozen times, each being better and hornier than the last, with us telling each other it's the best sex we'd ever had. And he still tells me by text messages, if I want him and his amazing cock again, to just get in touch. He's fully aware I'm back with my husband and he also knows, because I've told him so, that I miss him and the way he fucks me.
We are both aware we couldn't have a long term relationship because of who he is. And we both know we have to keep what we had a complete secret forever. But I have to tell someone just how wonderful this man is and how amazing he made me feel. His is by a long long way, my most perfect lover. And in many ways I now wish I would/could have married him.
But then how do you marry your uncle.