My husband and I have been married almost 30 years and have enjoyed great sex all that time. He is always changing things up and keeping our love life interesting. He has always said I'm sexy and would have no problem replacing him, but I really didn't believe him and didn't have a lot of self confidence. One day while on the internet I stumbled onto the stories here. The wide variety of older women getting laid by men of all ages got my curiosity, and I thought maybe a slightly chubby mum of 50 could draw someone's interest. After that every time I went out in public I tried to see if guys were checking me out but I was never sure. So I decided to really test the waters. Friday evening two months ago after my hubby left for his weekend golf away with his golf mates, I showered and dressed in a skirt that was just above the knee and a V neck evening tee shirt. It's conservative and not at all revealing. I wanted to see if they were interested in me and not someone obviously on the pull. I drove for half an hour and stopped at two pubs. Neither was busy so I went to another one further away. I ordered a wine and sat at a small booth by the back wall checking out the crowd when a group of people came in and crowded around the bar. One of the guys already at the bar looked around and saw me alone at a booth for four. He came over and asked if he could sit because it was so crowded at the bar. I said yes and he introduced himself as Sean. He was 6'2", a little heavy, and in his mid 30s, almost 20 years younger than me. I immediately thought he would be a good test. We started to chat and at one point he put his hand on my thigh to get my attention as he pointed out someone walking in. My reaction was to put my hand on his, which I do with my husband, and lean forward to see. When he was finished pointing out the person I didn't pull my hand away nor did he. After a few minutes I excused myself and went to the ladies. When I returned and slid back in next to him, his hand went back on my thigh, only further up. I got a little shiver when he did it. I thought to myself 'come on girl, have courage', so I opened my legs a bit. This caused his hand to slide from on top of the middle of my thigh to the inside between thighs, but still on top of my skirt. I saw him glance down to check it out. Taking a quick breath for courage, I put my hand on top of his again and patted it, leaving my hand there. He looked at me and I smiled at him. Then, still smiling at me, he moved his hand down to the hem of my skirt with my hand still on top of his and stopped. I thought to myself 'courage' and I nudged his hand up under the hem. Staring intently into my eyes, he slowly pushed his hand about half way up between my thighs. Feeling his hand on the bare flesh of my thigh gave me goose bumps and I actually felt my upper body shiver for an instant. I smiled back at him and gave him an almost imperceptible nod. He slowly moved his hand the rest of the way up and found my clit my panties. I gave an involuntary gasp as he rubbed it. He then started slowly running his fingers up and down my gash through the panties. My smile disappeared and I closed my eyes as I began to get lost in the moment. He soon pushed the gusset of my panties aside and slid a finger directly into my now wet gash and then across my throbbing clit. My body jerked and I murmured 'Oh God'. He rubbed me a few more times turning me to jelly and as I leaned my upper body against the back of the booth. He then pushed his finger up me. I spread my legs as wide as my skirt allowed, settled my upper body further back, and let my lower body relax as I enjoyed another man have access to my pussy after 30 years of fidelity to my husband. Even if someone noticed me being seduced, I was far enough away from home that the chance of it being someone I knew was slight. As I relaxed, he put another finger in and finger fucked me at a steady pace. By now I was so aroused the wet sound his fingers made as they went in and out was audible. I was soon approaching an orgasm. I opened my eyes and smiled at him, then whispered, "If you go a little faster, I'll come." He fingered me more rapidly and I soon came. As my hips trembled and jerked, I involuntarily squeezed my thighs shut around his hand and put a hand over my mouth to muffle my gasps of completion. It took my usual 20 seconds or so to finish coming, and then my body went still in a post-coital haze with my upper body just slumped against the back of the booth. He let me recover my composure, and then asked if I wanted to go to his. Without hesitation I replied 'yes' and he stroked my pussy again for good measure, then said, 'Let's go'. Within a few minutes we were in his flat making out like two sex starved kids, pulling each other's clothes off and caressing each other's parts as our clothes came off. He sucked my nipples and again had his fingers up me stroking away inside my pussy as I wanked his cock. With a groan he led me to his bedroom. I climbed onto the middle of the bed and laid back spreading my legs in a most inviting way. As he got into position, I got a good look at his cock and confirmed what my hand had told me. His length and girth were about the same as my husband, but he had a much bigger knob end. He waisted no time with foreplay since my pussy was already soaking wet from coming at the pub, so he drove his knob end up me all the way. His knob end felt amazing as it rubbed every bit on my sensitive inside pussy walls on its way up me. He then fucked me hard and fast and, within a minute or two, I felt an orgasm coming on. I fucked him back vigorously with my arms wrapped around his upper back and my heels firmly behind his thighs, pulling his hips into me each time he stroked his cock inward. By now, being naturally highly verbal when having sex, I was moaning my pleasure almost constantly. I was so into being fucked by a much younger stud, I soon came with gasps and then shouts of joy. He didn't come, but just continued fucking me the same way and it wasn't but less than a minute when I came again. He kept on fucking me and I was now having a quick orgasm every few seconds. I'd never had serial comes before, but I was now, and they were fantastic. I don't how many I finally had before his abs cried out from exertion and he had to come before he got cramps (as he later told me). He suddenly bellowed several times and his hips thrust his cock uncontrollably into me. I came with shouts as I felt his hot cum splash up me. All I could think as my body relaxed on the bed and his body collapsed on top of me was he had fucked the daylights out of me, and I loved it. He felt so good on me I gently wrapped my arms around his neck and the back of his head, and wrapped my legs around his waist with ankles locked, and just swooned in a sexual haze. We stayed like that for quite a while as our breathing recovered. We ended up kissing each other with lots of gently probing tongue. There I lay, overwhelmed with emotions. First was pleasure at the incredible fucking I just had, then guilt and shame took over when I realized I was full of cum from someone other than my husband. Sean began slowly stroking his cock in me and it felt so good I danced between pleasure and shame. Shame took over completely when he finally pulled out and I could feel his cum running down my arse onto the sheet below. When my emotional composure finally returned, I went into the toilet to clean up. When I came out Sean had left the bedroom so I got back on the bed and lazily lay there not quite knowing what to do next. Sean came back in and stood naked next to me with his wonderful cock hanging half hard and asked if I needed to get dressed and go or could I stay the night. I felt relief that I wasn't going to be just a quickie to him like a pub slag. As I hesitated, he was quickly getting fully hard again as he stared with lust at me lying there with my legs wide open to reveal my wet and swollen pussy wide open from the girth of his cock. That decided me. No sense wasting the fabulous cock of a new man ready to fuck me, so I reached out to stroke him, and then I pulled him onto the bed next to me. I took over and pushed him onto his back. I then climbed on top and slid my pussy onto that big knob end as I lowered myself to straddle his hips. I was now insatiable for sex and rode him through several more of my delicious orgasms. He seemed to like me coming on top; he just kept on fucking his cock up me as I rolled my pussy over his pubic bone, keeping my clit firmly on it. I came with shouts of pure bliss several times in succession until he couldn't take any more and shot another load of hot cum up me. When I finally lifted off him, his cum ran out of my swollen and well used pussy as I fell down next to him so tired out I quickly went to sleep as we cuddled. I had a hazy recollection of him getting between my legs in the middle of the night and fucking me as I lay there trying to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the bed in the morning to the smell of coffee. I realized it was a little after 9 and I scrambled to my feet thinking I needed to get home. When I realized my husband wasn't going to return from his away golf until the next day, I made my way to the kitchen and found Sean naked as he faced the work counter. I cuddled up to his back as he fiddled with some toast and put my hands around his waist, then slowly ran them down his tummy to his cock. As I wrapped my hand around it, it slowly hardened. I wanked it a bit until it was a full on erection. He turned and kissed me as he played with my nipples. His stiff cock was pushed into the 'V' where my thighs joined. We kissed and he soon had his fingers up my pussy making me moan. He then bent me over the kitchen table and filled me from behind with that hard young cock. He fucked me hard and fast like there was no tomorrow. I could feel his cock get even bigger in my pussy as he pounded me and the thought of him not being able to stay away from me added to my arousal. I came with him when he shouted out his climax and filled me with a fresh load of hot cum. With his cum running out of me around his cock and down one thigh, I stayed leaning over the table until my heart pounding and breathlessness went away. All that time he kept his cock in me slowly stroking and saying how much he loved fucking me. We then sat and had a quick breakfast. When I got up I felt deliciously wicked when I left a little puddle of his cum on the wood chair, almost like a cat marking her territory. A bit of the guilt came back so I refused when he asked me to stay the day in bed with him. I gathered up my clothes and got dressed. I barely got in my car and my mobile rang. More guilt came over me as I talked to my husband. As we talked my mobile chimed as a text came in. I looked at the text while we talked and it was a pic of Sean's hard cock with the words 'Thinking of you. When can I see you again?' I turned my car around and returned to his bed where we stayed the rest of the day and that night, with breaks only for meals and some talk sat naked on his lounge sofa. Whenever we did that, we wound up fucking on it. I hope the cum stains come out. When my husband returned on Sunday, he was horny for me and we went to bed where he fucked me like he had been away a month. I kept from imagining it was Sean between my legs so I gave my husband an extra good ride as well as screaming out my orgasms more than usual. He said at the end I must have really missed him because I fucked like a woman possessed. I felt some guilt, but what I mostly felt was horniness for another man. Now I know there are two men who want me. The next question is, are there more? I'm thinking maybe I should visit the different towns around me the next time my husband is away doing golf with his mates and maybe I'll find more hung studs who want a slightly chubby 50 year old wife and mum. In the meantime, Sean is mine whenever I can sneak away while my husband is with his mates at the pub at night. Even though it's been two months since my first time with another man, I still sometimes get twinges of guilt, but my need for other men is now too strong. Even if I can't find more other men, I think I'll always have Sean since he seems not to be able to get enough of me.