You may care to read my first 2 posts entitled “What I needed was a good teacher” to understand how I began having sex with Sally, a lovely lady nearly 20 years my senior. My problem was that my wife wanted rough sex, which was something I did not feel comfortable with, but Sally had volunteered to teach me as she and her late husband had enjoyed a ‘rough ride’ from time to time. A couple of weeks after my first ‘lesson’ with Sally, Jesse told me she had arranged another date with her former boyfriend who she said liked giving her a good seeing to. “Don’t worry” she said “I won’t be bringing him home this time, so you won’t have the surprise of finding us in bed together”. I wondered whether she was trying to sound as though she was being considerate towards me, but it didn’t feel that way. When Jesse came home from her ‘date’, she looked as though she had been well fucked, her cheeks were quite rosy, which I thought had resulted from her arousal, but she told me when we went to bed that her boyfriend had slapped her about more than he usually did. Also, he had given her love bites across the top of her breasts, which she showed me brazenly by pulling her nightie down. I wanted to make love to Jessie, but she told me she was too sore, eventually telling me he had fucked her with a wine bottle. When she arrived home, Jessie had told me she had had a really good time, and I wondered when we were in bed whether I would ever be able to give her the sort of ‘good time’ her boyfriend had given her that night. The following evening, as I walked home from work, I met Sally walking her dog, who was delighted to see me as usual. We strolled along for a while, and I dearly wanted to tell her about how Jessie had looked when she came home from her last ‘date’, but I knew she would regard that as far more than the ‘rough ride’ she and her late husband had enjoyed. Sally asked me whether I was ready for another lesson, so I decided not to tell her too much there and then. We arranged for me to go to her place a couple of days later, when Jessie would be at the gym, although I had started to wonder whether her evenings at the gym were really a smoke screen for more ‘dates’ with her boyfriend. When I got to Sally’s house a couple of days later, I had worked out what I wanted to tell her about how Jessie’s boyfriend was treating her, but she stopped me before I could start, saying she had a confession to make, so I decided to let her go first. Sally said she had misled me a bit when she told me she and her husband were into rough sex, but she wanted to get me into bed and it seemed the ideal way to achieve this. She said that David (her late husband) did like to throw her about a bit sometimes, but it wasn’t what you would really call rough sex, it was more like him being assertive. I was thoughtful for a few moments, and Sally started to become apologetic, but I stopped her, she had sort of given me a way out. I didn’t really want to learn about rough sex, and she didn’t really want to teach me, so maybe we could be good for each other just by enjoying good sex. I asked her whether the first time we had fucked had been good for her and, when she said “oh yes”, I suggested we try some more of that. It was my turn to lead her up the stairs, stopping at the top to kiss her passionately, before we rushed into the bedroom. I managed to slow things down a little by insisting we undress each other slowly at the foot of the bed. Sally sucked my cock greedily as soon as she got my pants down, and she even deep-throated me without me forcing it upon her. I was delighted to find she had shaved her pussy since our last session. She said that, after her husband died and she had gone through her phase of not wanting sex anymore, she had allowed it to grow unattended, but she now wanted to ‘mow the lawn regularly’, hoping I would like it. I threw her onto the bed, suggesting I would show her how much I liked it, which made us both laugh. I spread her labia wide so I could lick her open pussy and tickle her clit with the tip of my tongue, which had her combing her fingers through my hair. She said that was fun, as her husband had lost most of his hair, although he was still very good at giving her oral. I wanted to sound adventurous, so I suggested we get into a 69 with her on top. With Sally’s thighs spread across my head, her pussy was spread wide open, and I could explore her clit without the assistance of my hands, which Sally obviously enjoyed as she told me so quite loudly. Sally was sucking my cock, clearly trying to arouse me, although it must have been obvious how aroused I was by the size of my erection. I had my tongue thrust as deep as I could inside her cunt when Sally orgasmed noisily and with such force that she practically sat on my face, cutting off my supply of air for several seconds. I didn’t mind too much as the power of the climax I had created was such that me being asphyxiated seemed a small price to pay. I had managed to control my arousal while Sally slurped away at my cock, but I was now ready to cum, and I didn’t want to waste it down her throat. Still panting from her own climax, Sally turned herself round so she was straddling me, and raised herself up so she could lower her dripping cunt onto my rampant cock. I reached up so I could maul her ample tits and she lowered them to my mouth, telling me to suck her nipples. I wanted to fuck her vigorously, but she put her hands on my chest and continued the slow pace she had started. After more gentle fucking, Sally said she was trying to get my cock nice and wet with her cunt juices, which I said she was certainly doing that. She then said I would need to be well lubricated if I was going to fuck her arse. I must have looked surprised, as she started to say you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I think I gave her my answer when I rolled her off me and knelt between her thighs to start transferring some of her gushing wetness down to her sphincter. Working one finger in, then two happened very quickly and she was clearly enjoying it when I got both fingers fully inside her. I continued transferring here juices and when I increased it to three fingers, Sally said she was ready. I lifted her legs up to my shoulders and, with one eye to watch her facial expression, I slowly fed my stiff cock into her arsehole. I wasn’t sure whether she was accustomed to anal sex, I certainly wasn’t, so I thought I should take it gently, but, when she started to tell me how good it felt, I decided to pick up the pace. With Sally’s feet either side of my head, I was able to reach down to maul her ample tits, I wished I could have sucked her nipples at the same time, but that would have been physically impossible. Sally was telling me to “fuck my arse, you dirty bastard” which I assumed meant she was enjoying it so, when I started to feel the sap rising, I just let go, flooding her arse with my sperm. That was the first time I had cum in a woman’s arse and it felt so good. It was only when my cock softened and I allowed her feet to drop back onto the bed that I realised we were both bathed in sweat. I dropped forward onto her torso, so I could devour her nipples, and she hugged my head to her chest, telling me how good it had been for her. Eventually, when we had recovered our composure, I told Sally I didn’t really want to learn about rough sex, but more of that would do very nicely. We showered together, and I concluded that a middle-aged woman with lots of curves was just as much fun as my athletic wife and her small tits. We both became aroused in the shower, although I didn’t have enough time for another full session in bed, but Sally insisted on giving me the most wonderful blow-job, she said it made her feel like a new woman to be with a young ‘stud’ who could repeat so soon. I said I had never thought of myself as being a ‘stud’, but maybe we can agree to differ. So, having sex with Sally has become a regular thing, although I am struggling to decide whether I ought to tell my wife. I still make love to Jessie from time to time and, provided she doesn’t want me to slap her about, we both enjoy it. I know she still sees her former boyfriend as well, so it seems our marriage is far from conventional, but who is to say what is ‘normal’ nowadays.