You hear people say it all the time;

"Life begins at forty."

I used to nod and smile politely.  Inwardly I would think;

"Bollocks.  Do they even know what it means?"

Well?  Do you?

It's generally believed that it originated with the title of a self-help book published in 1932.  But nobody seems to know what it means, a bit like 'goodbye', everybody says it without thinking.

I was living a life that many would envy, whatever their age.  My teens and early twenties were a blur of parties, casual sex, pure enjoyment.  By twenty-five I had a well paid job that I loved, my own flat, and was engaged to be married.  Big mistake.

It was good at first, condom free fucking being the best part, but I missed the variety of numerous different cocks in my cunt and different lips around my nipples.  I cheated.  We split up.

I tried marriage again five years later with the same result, so I was back to my freewheeling, fast lane life.  How could it get any better?

I hardly noticed the approach of the big 'four-oh', then suddenly there were all the milestone birthday cards.  Oh wow.  I was past it.

Or was I?   What I had noticed, was that my orgasms were becoming more powerful and more frequent, I was masturbating more frequently and my nipples seemed more sensitive.  I could even give myself tiny orgasms just by stimulating my nipples.  Nowhere near as powerful as the energy-sapping, full-cuntal ones that I was experiencing by being sucked, fucked or fingered by myself or a skilful man, but very handy when I was feeling a bit horny during the day, a surreptitious quickie at my desk or on the tube home.

I also found that I was more fussy about what I ate and drank, searching out food for its taste, asking for my steaks to be rare rather than medium and if possible, fillet.  The same with wine, I was no longer glugging cheap white for the effect it had, but full-flavoured stuff for the taste.  I even discovered blue cheese, previously considered repulsive, but now, accompanied by a full bodied red or even port, delicious.  And roquefort?  Wow!  Almost as good as an orgasm.  Almost.

So was this it?  Not so much life begins, but the start of a new chapter, a phase of my life that was certainly slower paced, but full of flavour.  The roller coaster had become a grand-tourer.  And the best was yet to come.

I had tried most things sexual in my pursuit of pleasure, but had found some things not to my taste.  For example, anal.  I had tried it, it hurt and I got no pleasure from it.  Was it time to reconsider?  The idea of an MMF threesome, or even MMMF, was appealing, but as much as I like oral, to accommodate three cocks at the same time would have to be, 'no holes barred'

I suck men off and I swallow.  It seems only fair, I absolutely adore having my cunt licked, so I can fully understand why a man likes to have his cock sucked, complete with the happy ending.  I find that the taste and texture of spunk is quite acceptable to me and the variety, intriguing.

In fact I like spunk.  I love to see it shoot out and I like the feeling as it splashes warm onto my body.  Anywhere on my body, tits, belly, back, bum cheeks.  Even my face, but it does sting when it gets in my eyes and if it goes up my nose, it's like trying to breathe underwater.  You could drown.  Imagine your loved one in the dock, hearing;

"It's manslaughter M'lud, she drowned in his spunk."

I also like the idea that after being well fucked, the big finish is spunk is being pumped into my cunt.  It's probably the thing I miss most about marriage, being able to fuck bareback.  Although I have always been on the pill in order to prevent the thing that I most disliked about marriage, the idea of becoming pregnant.  This in turn meant putting up with the second thing that I most disliked about marriage, the constant whine from relatives;

"When are you two going to start a family?"

No thank you.  I like kids.  Other people's.  But every one of my female friends changed from being women, to being mothers, as soon as their babies popped out.  I intend to remain a woman.  Besides, there are enough people, perhaps too many, providing for future generations.

I have had a few long term relationships where condoms were dispensed with and I could enjoy the idea of being spunked into, but I don't believe that you actually feel the spurts, what you feel is the cock inside you pulsing as it delivers its load, and I can feel that through a condom.  So I regularly swell the profits of the Johnnie makers.

As soon as I found a suitable candidate, I asked him if he'd like to fuck me in the arse.  Guess what the answer was?  I explained that although perhaps technically I was not an arse-virgin.  He would be experiencing the road less travelled and he should be prepared to desist on command.

He was one of the good ones, the act was consummated in his hotel bed, after he had prepared me by licking my cunt and fucking me, then using masses of lubricant.  I found that I quite enjoyed it.  Perhaps previously, I had been buggered only by dilettantes.  I soon grew to love it but so far, anal orgasm has escaped me.  I have orgasms with a cock in my arse, but only with additional stimulation of my clit. A climax just from being arse-fucked, is I suppose, my hole-y grail.

Double-penetration was next on my agenda.  Not easy to arrange, but it happened anyway.  I was quietly sipping my drink at the bar of a well-known hotel, having blown off several hopefuls.  The next to try was a tall, well turned out American.  Whom I really did fancy.  Just when I thought that the deal was done, a second man joined us and was introduced by stud number one.

"We're very close friends," he said.  "We like to share everything.  Does that appeal to you?"

Didn't it just, I couldn't have made it up.  They were some kind of military, very fit.  Enjoying a furlough before flying to some middle-eastern trouble spot.  At the hands and tongues of them both, I orgasmed repeatedly before either of them began to fuck me.

One licked my cunt while I sucked the other's cock, changing over after I had come.   After a brief respite, they took it in turn to fuck me from behind with the other cock in my mouth.  Then came the main course, I impaled myself on one impressive cock, the other one first reamed my arse with his tongue, then slathered both it and his long thin cock with lubricant.  Then slowly and carefully, pushed it up my willing arse.

I lost count of how many times I came.  I rewarded them by sucking them both off and swallowing both generous loads.  We all needed a break after that and raided the mini-bar.  They were indeed, very good friends.  Emboldened by sexual euphoria and wine, I asked;

"Do you two fuck each other?"

They looked at each other, then one of them said;

"Ma'am, if we told you, we'd have to kill you."

Pushing my luck even further, I said;

"I'll take that as a yes then?"

The other one said;

"We're not gay, were adaptable.  Sometimes we are in locations with a serious shortage of female company.  We do what we are trained for, improvise."

After a little more persuasion and promise of things to come, they demonstrated.  Oh my.  I had watched gay porn.  Truth or faked?  This was something else.  This pair could hardly be more macho, but they wanked and sucked each other's cocks, then one took the dominant role and comprehensivey buggered the other, reaching round so that he could wank the other's cock.  I wanked myself raw watching.

Then it was my turn again.  I was d.p'd for the second time, this time with me lying on my back on top of the one who had been cunt-man on the first occasion, this time with his cock deep inside my arse.  The other one fucked my cunt vigorously, producing yet more screaming orgasms.

The finale was my first ever two-man spunk shower as they both emptied their federal reserves onto my tits.  I was wrecked, I limped to the lift and fell into a taxi home.  It took over a week for me to recover.  I had bruises!

Perhaps my most unexpected discovery was a love of cunt.  Not my own, I've been in love with that for as long as I can remember.  Other women's.  I was at a team-building weekend with others from my company.  We had spent the day in foul weather, getting lost in woods, building rafts, that kind of U.S. inspired rubbish and were now relaxing after dinner in the comfort of a very expensive hotel, all paid for.

Actually, I had rather enjoyed the day, my muscles ached, but my brain felt finely honed and I was really looking forward to dinner.  But I really fancied getting myself fucked.  There was a problem.  The other guests were work colleagues or men who had wives with them, it was a weekend.  Men with family present are obviously out of bounds, colleague likewise.  I was with the only other female employee present, Claire.  I didn't know her, she was from another branch. She was not wearing a wedding ring.

I asked her if she fancied going out somewhere to pick up a couple of blokes.  She said that we were so far into the wilderness, we were unlikely to find somewhere close enough.  Then she added;

"Besides, it's not really my thing."

"So what is your thing?"

I asked.  She thought about it for a long while, then said;

"Women."

I was shocked.  I had been approached by lesbians on a few occasions, none of them looked like her.  Like me, she was dressed to pull and she seemed totally feminine.

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it."

She said, picking up on my surprise.  I apologised, saying that I had meant no offence.

"Have you never been curious," she said.  "Not even a little bit?"

Of course I had, but I liked cock.  I said as much.

"You can have both you know," she said.  "They are not mutually exclusive.  I like cock as well, occasionally.  I have been married, too restrictive.  I prefer the freedom of choice and my choice is…"

She leaned close and said;

"Cunt."

I felt my own moisten and my nipples stiffen.  I love the word.  For years, I didn't have one.  I had a pussy, nor did I have tits or arse, I had boobs and a bum.  A cock was a willy and what shot out of one was 'stuff'.  Now it gives me pleasure to say the proper words, and to hear them said.  Cunt is probably my favourite.

I detest the way that the word is used as an insult.  For the overwhelming majority of men, it is the thing that they most desire and will go to extraordinary lengths to get.  To use it as an insult is ignorant and hypocritical.  End of rant.

But I had never the word on a woman's lips.  Perhaps we were kindred spirits.  And if so, was I curious enough to try what had until now, forbidden?  Why not?

I knocked back my drink and said;

"Show me."

If I had left with a man, tongues would have wagged, (Not that I mind a wagging tongue, in the right place.) but our exit together seemed to go unnoticed.  I was shaking in my shoes, my legs didn't want to walk.  What had I done?

In her room, she kissed me softly on the lips and said;

"We can stop at any time, I only want what is consensual.  Forget that I'm a woman, I'm just going to do what a man would do."

As she spoke, she slowly unzipped my dress.  I let it fall, just as I would with a man.  She kissed me again, this time a little harder.  My bra followed my dress.  She bent and kissed my tits.  Despite my misgivings, my nipples were fully erect.  My mind was reluctant, my body was obviously not.  And the devil on my shoulder was urging;

"You want this, just let it happen."

She took a tit in each hand and husked;

"Fabulous tits."

She turned and told me to unzip her, then to remove her bra.  She lifted my hands and placed then on her tits, the nipples pressed into my palms.  The devil was right.  I wanted this.

She led me to the bed and we lay kissing and fondling.  At this time we still were both wearing knickers, both the kind that says; 'Remove carefully, enjoy contents.'  Claire slipped her hand inside mine, easily locating my clit, nestling erect in my wet haven.  My first lesbian orgasm was to her clever fingers.  It was like doing myself, no urgency, slow build.  Some men, happily not all, can be a bit heavy-handed, fingering me purely as a prelude to fucking me.  Pre-requisite foreplay.

As her left hand worked it's magic inside my knickers, her right hand, arm around my neck, gently caressed my right tit.  Her mouth alternated between my left tit and my mouth.  There was no urgency, no demands, this was for me, my own hands were idle.

It was a slow-build orgasm too, but when it hit it was what it must be like to be tasered.  My body arched from the bed, supported by my head, my heels and my elbows.  She held me down, one hand still on a tit, the other hand still inside my knickers, her mouth clamped to mine.

She rolled away, saying with a knowing smugness;

"What do you think of if so far?"

"Too early to say."

I replied, lying.  I was hooked and she knew it.  And we were both fully aware that there would be more to follow.  Almost inevitably, lesson two involved her tongue being where her fingers had been.  I raised my backside so that she could peel away my sodden knickers.  I was still trembling from the first orgasm when her mouth found my cunt.  She explored me, kissing and licking everything.  She expertly tongued my arsehole, which seemed to open for her.  My second orgasm was probably a continuation of the first, it was very quick to arrive, but not as powerful.

Afterwards we lay together, exploring each others body.  We were now both naked, knickers and stockings in a tangle beside the bed.  It was an extraordinary experience, her soft mouth on mine, her soft, smooth, hairless skin, the feel of her soft tits and stiff nipples against me, her mound, hairless like my own and her slippery labia, also like mine.  I knew that if I was to experience this in full, wanking her off would not be enough.  I was going to have to lick her cunt.

I moved down, she was perfumed but her own scent was dominant.  I was not looking forward to this.  Without hesitating, I clamped my mouth to her open cunt.  Another  'Wow!'  moment.  My first thought was of roquefort cheese. I hadn't enjoyed my first taste of that either.  She was strong, ripe, full of flavour, but absolutely delicious.  That was probably the moment when I knew that I was, if not bi, what had my special forces called it?  Adaptable?

There have been many occasions when, in the wee small hours, I have crept out of a man's hotel room carrying my shoes.   This was the first time I had crept out of a woman's. 

After breakfast, we assembled as instructed, in the hotel's lecture room.  My new best friend and I sat very close together.  The man who had been our instructor for the weekend, in reality, just one soggy day,  cleared his throat and said;

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen.  I've called you together this morning for, lets call it, a de-briefing."

Claire leaned in closer and said;

"I thought we did that last night?"

Like two naughty schoolgirls in the back row, we giggled all the way through.

Claire and I become good friends, more than that, we were fuck-buddies.  There was no pressure from either side to become anything more than that, I still went on my cock hunts and if Claire had a craving for cock, so did she.  Occasionally, we hunted together, but never did we pull two men so that we could enjoy a foursome.

On several occasions though we shared a cock.  The owners couldn't believe their luck.  Every man's fantasy, two wet and willing women, Christmas and birthday rolled into one.  But few were up to the task, once their bolt was shot, they lost interest.

But there were some whose interest could be re-aroused by being treated to a lezzy show, resulting in both of us being properly fucked, with spunky souvernir being left in the obligatory condoms.

Our girl on girl sessions were usually at the weekends.  I no longer enjoyed clubbing, most of my pickups were in bars and there were fewer candidates at weekends, all the 'reps' having gone home to their wives.  It was dufo g these sessions that Claire introduced me to a couple of practices that are only available in lesbian relationships.

One, I had never even heard of.  During a session together she rubbed her stiff nipple on my clitoris  giving a new meaning to 'Tit-job.'  When I came, she pushed her tit hard against my gaping cunt, then I had the pleasure of licking my own juices from her wet tit.  I did the same to her and enjoyed several of what I  called micro-orgasms that I now got from playing with my nipples.  Claire informed me that they are called 'nipplegasms'.  Adding;

"Nice, but not as nice as cuntgasms."

I can't argue with that.  I'm trying hard to achieve my first arsegasm.  On the subject of 'gasms, Claire showed me a new way of achieving nipplegasms.  My nipples are quite large and long.  She would take one between finger and thumb and make tiny wanking movements.  Lovely.

The second, that I had watched on lesbian porn, was tribbing.  For a long time, Claire would not do this, saying that there was risky exchange of bodily fluids involved, it was the lesbian equivalent of bareback fucking.  But after we had established a stable relationship, she relented.  It requires some flexibility, but the feeling of a slippery cunt grinding against mine is quite unique.

I sometimes pick up women.  They are not in such abundant supply as men looking for a no-strings fuck, and my radar is not yet developed the be able to detect the less obvious lesbian women or possibles.  There is no substitute for a nice hard cock inside my cunt, or come to that, in my mouth or up my arse, but I do love the taste of cunt.  When it comes to flavour, I think cunt- juice wins, but the explosive way that spunk is usually delivered tips the balance in favour of a hetero fuck.

On one occasion only, (So far.) I have enjoyed both at the same time.  I picked up a suitable male and just before we left for his room to fuck, he said;

"Before we go, would you mind if my wife watched?"

I quite liked the idea.  His wife was waiting in the room, I certainly would have done her anyway.  She sat quietly while we got on with it.  I sucked his cock and he licked my cunt until I came.  His wife was by now, naked and masturbating.  When he reached for the condom, I said;

"I've got a better idea.  Why don't you fuck your wife and let me suck your spunk from her cunt?"

No words were spoken, there was that telepathy that sometimes exists between couples.  The wife joined us on the bed.  It was my turn to watch.  He licked her cunt first, making her come powerfully.  Then he fed his cock into her and fucked her in the missionary position.  My fingers were busy inside my own cunt.

He  grunted as he came.  I watched his arse cheeks clench as he fired spurt after spurt of his cum up her.  He rested for a minute or so, then withdrew.  He was still hard, his cock shining with the cocktail that I was about to experience.  I moved in.  Her lovely cunt had been stretched by his rather large cock and creamy white fluid was seeping from it.  It tasted devine.  I sucked her clean before bringing her to another noisy orgasm with my tongue.

But before she came, I felt my own cunt lips parted by his fingers  then his cock.  He fucked me very hard and very fast.  As his wife's climax peaked, he grunted and fired a second helping of spunk into the condom.

After a drink and much persuasion from both of us, she licked my cunt, something she said that she had fantasised about but never experienced.  They were effusive in their thanks when I left, but I had enjoyed the experience at least as much and look forward to another opportunity for more.

There are still some items on my spunk-bucket list.  I have never been fucked airtight.  That is with a cock in each hole.  And I have not yet plucked up the courage to allow Claire to fist me.  But I'm not yet halfway through my forties.  Penty of time.

So does life begin at forty?  Of course not.  I prefer to think that it was the start of a new chapter.  Chapter one was education, chapter two was marriage(s).  Chapter three, the best so far, pure pleasure.