My name is Amy, I was fifty years old when this took place. I had been a widow for ten years after twenty years of marriage. My husband, Harry, was my first and only lover up until the time he died and, like me, very highly sexed. He ran a company that recruited sales people for other companies which I inherited when he died. I knew all about the business but had not been directly involved with the actual recruitment until after his death. I found that I was an absolute natural at finding the right people and the business prospered. One day I received a call asking if I would visit a company unknown to me with the prospect of finding staff for them. As I already had two appointments in the same town I said that I would fit a call in late afternoon. As I realised that it would be a long day and that I would be a long way from home, I rang and booked a room in a hotel there that I knew. On the day, a hot summer's day, I spent four hours with the first client as their Sales manager interviewed several men that I had selected as being suitable. I then had a quick lunch and made my way to the second client, there I made a presentation of the details of people that I was recommending and left them to decide on the ones they wanted to see. I then, slightly late, went to the possible new client I had received the enquiry from. Arriving at their reception the girl said, 'Oh yes Mr.Standing is expecting you. If you will follow me.' She took me to his office and announced me to a man much younger than I had expected. He stood, 'Marcus Standing,' he said holding out his hand for me to shake. 'Amy Roberts,' I replied, 'sorry I'm a little late.' 'That's perfectly alright, thank you very much for fitting me into your busy schedule, please sit down. Would you like tea?' I certainly would and said so, he smiled and lifted the phone and asked for tea for two. Immediately I entered the room I felt a frisson of an electric atmosphere, which surprised me. Marcus Standing was an attractive young man, goodlooking with an athletic build and well dressed. I had noticed how he had quickly eyed my figure, I am one of those women whose nipples rise immediately in those sort of circumstances. I was dressed in a business suit, navy blue jacket and skirt with a white blouse that showed a little cleavage. I felt myself colour up slightly but immediately asked if he had prepared a resume of what was required for the position/s to be filled. At that moment the tea arrived and the girl poured two cups from a silver teapot, asked whether I wanted milk or sugar and left as soon as she had finished. Marcus Standing handed me a folder, 'Unfortunately, Mrs.Roberts, I shall have to call this meeting short soon, I have a staff problem I simply have to sort out before I leave tonight.' 'Oh,' I said, immediately wondering if my call had been in vain. 'Please, bear with me. Are you returning home when we've finished?' 'No,' I replied, 'I thought it would be a long day and booked in to a hotel locally, why do you ask?' 'Well, it occurred to me that I might invite you to have dinner, on us of course, if you didn't mind us discussing business first, I realise that at the moment it's not being very satisfactory for you and I don't want you to waste your time.' I thought,'Why not?' and said, 'Where were you thinking of?' 'What's the food like at your hotel?' 'Oh perfectly acceptable, not haute cuisine, but...' 'That's fine then, why don't I come at, say, seven thirty, we'll discuss what we have to and then have dinner?' I said that that was fine by me. I took a quick look at the resume while I drank my tea, I said, 'Just one or two points, it shouldn't take us long, so I'll leave now and let you get on.' Standing rose and came round his desk, shaking my hand warmly he said, 'Thank you very much Mrs.Roberts, you couldn't be more accommodating, we'll meet later then,' and ushered me out. I couldn't help but notice that there was a suspicious bulge in the left leg of his trousers as he had come toward me, I felt a stir down below. Back at my hotel and looking forward to a nice soak in the bath I informed the desk that I was expecting a guest, Mr.Standing, and would they please informm him that I would be in the Resident's Bar. Then I went upstairs, made myself a vodka and tonic from the mini-bar, and soaked myself in a nice warm bath for half an hour. Afterwards I just put my dressing gown on and sat down at the table in my room and completed the paperwork for the day. Looking at my watch I realised that it was seven o'clock so I put the paperwork back in my briefcase and sorted out what I was going to wear. As we were going to dine I didn't want to look too formal so dressed in a neat cotton dress that showed my figure to it's best advantage. Underneath I just had a nice bra and knicker set, it was after all still very warm. I suppose I should tell you that I am a comfortable size fourteen, with a nice curvy figure, I have hair the colour of ripe wheat and green eyes. Actually my eyes are unusual in that they are very dark green and I set them off by wearing emerald earings and an understated emerald necklace. I only ever use a touch of lipstick as I have a lovely clear, creamy skin that requires very little embellishment. Looking in the long pier-glass standing in the corner I was pleased with my appearance, then I made my way down to the bar. I sat at a table by a window overlooking the gardens and was just giving the waiter my order when Marcus Standing walked in, I asked him what he wanted to drink. 'What are you having?' he asked. 'Vodka and tonic,' I replied. 'Then I'll have the same,' he told the waiter. I had brought the folder down with me and in twenty minutes we had things sorted out, then I looked at my watch, 'I have a table booked for eight o'clock,' I said, 'we'd better go in.' The waiter came to our table immediately and we ordered straightaway, Marcus Standing ordered a bottle of wine after studying the wine list. During dinner he asked me if I really did run the company, 'Oh yes,' I replied and told him of the circumstances, I shrugged, 'Just found that I had a talent for it. I always give potential clients, such as yourself, a list of clients that we have satisfied... plus a couple where we failed, you are perfectly at liberty to contact any of them.' We got on famously, at one point he said, 'You've never remarried then?' 'No, never met anyone that I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. Oh, I had a few ...er....encounters, shall I say? Even a woman has her needs, but even thosewere unsatisfactory. It's very difficult to find someone that you really match up with. How about you, are you married?' 'No,' he shook his head, 'divorced I'm afraid. Got caught being a naughty boy. Not that it was a total disaster as we had gradually drifted apart anyway. I had a thing going with this women, very attractive and, shall we say...er ..active? She thought that I was going to leave my wife and marry her apparently, it was never going to happen, she wrote to my wife with chapter and verse of how we'd been enjoying ourselves and that was that.' For some reason I laughed, he looked surprised and then joined in, 'I really did ask for it didn't I?' I was a bit surprised at myself at the turn of the conversation but not really surprised when he said later, 'Do you know, I find you an extremely attractive woman, Amy. From what you've said, you must be somewhere around fifty, but I'd never have guessed it looking at you.' 'Thank you, Marcus, dead on, I am fifty. I must say that I find you attractive too, as a matter af fact I was expecting a much older man in your position and I was very pleased to see someone so dynamic.' He said, 'Actually, Amy, I'm thirty two, does that put you off?' 'Not at all,' I replied, 'I go, as I must, by a person's personality not their age. If you couldn't crack it you wouldn't be where you are. Anyway I bet you don't have any difficulty with the ladies!' 'No, I don't, but I'll be honest, I have never dated an older woman but I am completely stirred by you. When you came into my office, there was an immediate atmosphere of sexual attraction...' 'Oh,' I said, 'so you felt it too?' 'Amy, I don't quite know how to say this, but I'd love to get to know you better.. if you know what I mean.' I did and I was now fancying him like mad, my bits tingling with the early stages of arousal. He called the waiter and signed the chit for the meal and we went back to the Resident's Bar. We went on talking and it was evident that Marcus was anticipating that I'd invite him to my room. However, after several years of no sexual activity I was a little wary, despite what my body was telling me. Eventually I said, 'Well Marcus, it's been a lovely evening and I have a busy day tomorrow....' He looked so disappointed, I went on, 'But I shall be back when I have got some people sorted for you, so don't despair, just remember that it's been a long time without for me and I can't just jump in with both feet however much I want to at the moment.' He recovered quickly and rose, 'I shall look forward to that immensely and next time I hope that we shall be spending a lot more time together.' I kissed his cheek and he left, I went upstairs stripped and lay in bed and masturbated, I hadn't done that for a long time. Two months later I was able to write to Marcus and say that I had three men who met his requirements and when did he want to interviewthem? We arranged a date and I informed the applicants. Once more I booked the same hotel. Marcus informed me that he was determined to make a decision that day and after the intial interviews the three men were sent off to lunch while we debated over ours. Marcus said, 'I want five minutes again with each of them, I will then give my decision.' In the event it took most of the afternoon, but he got his man. We arranged for dinner in my hotel seven-thirty. At seven o'clock, bathed, fettled and I hoped looking my best I went down to the Resident's Bar. This time he'd beaten me to it and a had a vodka and tonic ready. We had a great evening and after dinner he said, 'Come on, back to the bar, you deserve a good drink tonight those blokes were first class and I think I have the right one.' I said, 'Never mind the Bar, I have a bottle of vodka and a load of tonics in my room, why don't we go there and celebrate?' As soon as we were in the door we were kissing. I felt his hard cock against my stomach as he caressed my breasts, my nipples were erect from the first kiss, now I felt myself engorging down below, I was excited by what I was sure would follow. This time I was wearing a brown silk blouse and a fawn skirt, much more relaxed than the first time, my undies were the sexiest I could buy and I wanted Marcus to see me in them. He was soon unbuttoning my blouse and kissing the upper slopes of my breasts, 'Don't stop there,' I said and let him unclip my skirt, unzip it and let it fall to my feet. He bent to pick it up and, looking up, said, 'God you're a beautiful woman, Amy. Those knickers and bra, they set off your figure wonderfully.' He had already removed his jacket and tie, now I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, just enough hair on his chest to look manly but not enough to put me off. Looking at him straight in the eye I unzipped his trousers, unclipped the waist and let them fall. He looked good in his boxers, his cock tenting them toward me. He stood on one leg and removed a sock then stood on the other and took off the second, 'I'm going to give you the most satisfying fucking you've ever had in your life,' he said and kissed me passionately. I let him strip off my sexy undies and lay me on the end of the bed. He knelt in front of me, put my legs over his shoulders and kissed my fanny, I was already open and wet. He ran his tongue up and down the swollen lips, then penetrated me with his tongue, I gasped as he fucked me with it. He sucked at my sloppy wet cunt swallowing mouthfuls of my juice, a moment later his tongue touched my clit, I convulsed and came with a great shudder, then he was kissing me with his cunt-wet mouth. He hauled me up the bed, mounted me and pushed his cock into my very willing hole. I rammed my pelvis up to meet his thrust, 'Oh, Christ!' he gasped as he felt my soft flesh impact round his cock. I tightened my internal muscles on him as he withdrew and pushed up again as he thrust in a second time. I soon proved to him that a mature, sexual, women could do more for him than any of those young relatively inexperienced girls could do. Each time I heard his breath begin to shorten I held him tight inside me, legs crossed over his back so that he couldn't move then, when the moment passed let him start again.It was the first time I'd had sex for several years and I couldn't get enough, my own senses swam as thrill after thrill coursed through me. My mind became full of sexual images as his cock rubbed against my engorged clit. I was bucking under him in my extasy, wild with passion as his cock ravished my throbbing, slippery cunt, I clawed at his back, my heels drummed on his bottom and I moaned and shrieked as I came, time after time. Then, suddenly, he rammed into me with incredible force and as he withdrew I felt his fiercely hard and hot spurting deep inside. He seemed to fill me with a monstrous amount and his cock went sloppy inside me and it squirted out on my thighs as he continued thrusting until it was too limp to work. I held him tightly as my own orgasm faded, kissing passionately, I felt incredibly sexually satisfied, for the moment that is. When he'd recovered somewhat he said, 'Christ, that was the most fantastic fuck I have ever had in my life!' 'That's what an experienced older woman can do for a man,' I told him, 'and I shall want more!' 'Christ!' said again. But he was up for it, a few minutes later I wriggled down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth. His spunk tasted nice and there was plenty of my juice to savour too so I worked with a will and soon had him hard again. I knelt over him and, holding his cock vertically, impaled myself on it, then I fucked him. He gasped as I rose and fell on his lovely organ despeartely trying to ensure that my clit got a good pounding. Of course I hadn't had sex for years and my thighs were in no state to perform for very long and I slowly came to a standstill, the contents of my cunt sloppily oozing down over Marcus's cock and balls, he rolled me over, 'My turn again,' he said as he began fucking. Now he took his time, moving gently in and out with long strokes using the full length of his seven inches and different angles. I felt wonderful, the time for wild, frantic coupling was over and I lay back, completely relaxed, and let him give me climax after climax. None of them at a particularly high level but very enjoyable for all that. I am one of those women who like a really sloppy feeling from all the juice and liquids an encounter like that engenders. The naughty noises, the wonderful odours of hot sex and the hot breath of a man on my cheek as he labours. I held him murmuring sexy things in his ear, telling him what a wonderful cock he had for fucking me with how much I loved the feel of it inside my sloppy cunt, he groaned ramming it into me as his feelings got the better of him. 'Oh darling, harder, harder, fuck me harder! Make me come some more, I want to come all the time, fill me with your glorious spunk, I bet you're a real baby-maker!' He came again, ramming into me so hard that it was painful, wonderful pain though, pain I hadn't felt for years, pain he could inflict on me any time he liked as I came so intensely this time that I lost consciousness momentarily. My husband had never made me feel like that, nor had any of my very short term lovers. After that we slept. Some time later I woke to feel his cock pushing against my still open and sloppy cleft, I put my hand between my thighs and entered it for him but then I fucked myself on it as he lay motionless. 'Go on girl,' he panted, 'that's what you've got a cunt for! Fuck my lovely cock you beautiful cunt!' I had heard a man use the sort of language Marcus used but had never heard it used in the way he used it, I found that I wasn't offended, in fact it excited me because he was so obviously extremely aroused... and so was I. The fact is that this was sex such as I had never experienced before and hadn't realised what an effect it could have, at that moment all I wanted was to have Marcus's cock inside me all the time. He eventually came again, I was as near asleep as made no difference but still enjoyed it in a detached sort of way. I woke in the morning to find Marcus playing with my fanny, I lay back, smiling, and he made love to me very tenderly. 'God,' I thought, 'how can anyone give a woman so much pleasure. He was still fucking me when there came a tapon the door and a maid entered with my morning tea on a tray. 'Oh!' she said, 'I'm sorry.' I peeerd over Marcus's shoulder, 'No, it's me who should apologise, you must be shocked.' She was a woman of mature years, 'Don't worry, love, if I could get one like him I'd be doing just what you're doing. Don't let your tea get cold!' After coming deep into me once again we rested for a few minutes, I drank my tea, then we went and showered. Marcus left but not until he'd kissed me tenderly and we had arranged to meet again later. Later I went down to the desk and told them to charge me for a double. 'I had someone with me last night,' I said to the girl behind the desk, 'so there's bound to be a bit more work.' 'Wow,' she commented, 'I thought women of your age were well past it!' I stayed with Marcus that night and went home late Sunday afternoon, I'd had more sex in those two days than I had ever had in months before, I was sore, happy, and determined that Marcus would be my lover for as long as I could keep him. Ten year later we're still occasional lovers,but now he's not the only one.