My Gay Husband

I’m Brenda, fifty two years young and was married for twenty seven years. Was! Our marriage was a good one for the first twelve or so years or at least I thought so. Our sex life dwindled fast from very active five times a week to once a month, to nothing at all for almost fifteen years. I at first blamed myself. After having three children I admit to not keeping myself in shape. I went from being a very active and attractive woman possessing a killer figure, to being seventy pounds overweight. I worked very hard to lose the weight. It took me about two years but I finally brought my weight down to the same weight I had been when we married; a hundred and eighteen pounds which is pretty slim for a five foot five gal. All my girlfriends were so complimentary and the men I worked with were as well. My husband barely took notice. He wasn’t coming on to me and often slept in our guest room. I decided to turn up the heat. His desire might be dead but maybe, just maybe he needed me to give it a spark. I went out and bought a very sexy see-through teddy. When trying it on the girls at lingerie store, we’re very complimentary. I felt confident. When I confided to my gay coworker he said I was making a big mistake. He said “Girl, you look crazy great. You need to welcome him at the door with a bottle of red in one hand and two wine glasses in the other wearing nothing but red stilettos.” I took his advice and did just that. My husband was coming up the walk to the door, my heart pounding. When he opened the door, I stood naked with the wine and stilettos. I said, “Hi my man, my lover.” He just looked at me. Silent for a bit he said, “I’m gay and have had a lover now for over four years.” I was devastated. He packed up and left me. The hardest part of it all was that I had given up all my married years for him. So hard to realize that it all was a lie! I drank that bottle and many others over the next month. I actually lost more weight because I wasn’t eating. My friends took me to a night club to get me out of my depression. I wore a very revealing dress. To the knee with a slit on one side, all the way up to my hip. I didn’t wear anything under it. My bouncy breasts were a prominent point of interest by the men there. I sat on a bar stool, knowing that young men at the table nearby, could see my bush every time I crossed my legs. They bought me a drink. My girlfriends said for me to be careful. Yet another drink came my way and another. One of the young men, in his early twenties, placed his hand on my bare thigh as he stood and talked to me. At one point he moved his hand up my thigh his thumb actually making contact with my pussy. I didn’t reject his advance. He moved his thumb expertly over and around my clit. I was squeezing his hand with my thighs. He said that he and his friends, six in all, were going to party at his place. “Sounds great! Let’s party!” I said good-bye to the girls who protested my move. I told them that I need this. We got to his place and within minutes we were all naked. I on my knees sucking on one set of cock and balls after another. Young heterosexual hard healthy cocks. One came on my face, I wiped it off. They placed me on a coffee table ready to fuck my c**t. I said, “Hold on guys. No one fucks me until they’ve eaten me.” My husband hated eating pussy. They laughed and took turns licking me. One fellow, twenty years old, really knew what he was doing. Christ he ate my pussy well, his fingers deep in me hitting my G-Spot. I said, “He stays here.” I sucked on the others while he ate my wetness. I was moaning while sucking and drinking cum, my hands always full of someone. I was taking awhile to orgasm due to the liquor but when I did, I squirted much like urinating in the air. A first for me. They all loved it! He flipped me over, stuck his cock in me and fucking me hard, too hard. He lasted but two minutes. This explained his efforts in eating pussy because he wasn’t good at fucking. Another guy took over, started pounding my c**t well. Orgasm two. It felt sooo good. They took turns, I took four men into my snatch within thirty minutes. The oldest of the group, twenty eight, cupped the cum coming out of me, slathered it on my anus and used it as lube, penetrating my ass. He was slow and gentle pulling out, applying more cum and reentering me. My anus relaxed and in full acceptance. He fucked me well, blowing his gravy up my rectum. Another fellow followed his lead with my anus now dripping cum, lube was not a concern. He banged my ass more aggressively finishing off in style. I woke up late that following morning two men nude in bed with me. I got up, showered, and left. I felt empowered and attractive again. I’ve been fucking young men ever since. I have a lot of catching up to do. And doing it I will.