My second life

I began my second life after a divorce following a thirty-year marriage. I was 52 years old, a bit chubby, but with decently sized breasts (size 6) and, most importantly, still a strong desire for sex in any form. That’s why I couldn’t understand why my husband found someone else, as he certainly couldn’t complain about our sex life, even though he made me out to be a frigid woman during the divorce.

It’s true that before my divorce, I had only two partners: a guy during my studies who took my virginity and then my husband. Still, with my husband, we tried everything possible in sex (we were helped by porn tapes—he had hundreds of them, and we tried to imitate all the scenes, and I must say, with quite good results). Although I was rather shy by nature, I told myself that now I would start living and getting to know partners—I simply didn’t want to be tied to one man.

After a six-month sexual fast, I decided to place an ad on an erotic dating site. I didn’t hide anything; on the contrary, I emphasized my chubbiness and experience in unconventional practices. When I started receiving responses via email, I could barely keep up—I got about 20 a day from men of various ages. There were even barely legal young men who longed for unconventional sex with an older, busty woman.

I admit that the way these young men described lovemaking, fucking, screwing, and banging excited me more than the messages from older men, though I didn’t exclude them from my list either. I didn’t even consider the marital status of the older men, even though I used to judge women who seduced married men.

I decided to invite Tom, a 40-year-old man who had also been divorced for about six months and claimed he hadn’t been with a woman since then, for an entire weekend. I stocked the fridge with cold cuts, a bottle of alcohol, and waited for my lover on Friday. He arrived on time and didn’t forget to gift me a beautiful flower and a bottle of champagne. I sat him on the couch, made coffee, and sat next to him.

We talked, and suddenly Tom started kissing me. I hadn’t received such a wonderful French kiss in a good 25 years, and when Tom unclipped my bra and sucked on my nipples, I could have wrung out my panties. When his hand slipped under the waistband of my panties, he was surprised to find I was already wet. He pulled down my panties and wanted to start licking, but I stopped him, saying I’d go take a shower.

He followed me into the shower naked and started spreading foam over my body, gently massaging me. When he reached between my thighs, he began teasing my pussy with his fingers. At that moment, I came again, and a stream of juices appeared in his palm. He was thrilled and begged me to suck his cock. I knelt down and savored his beautiful cock in my mouth. I love cum, but Tom didn’t know that, so he held my head firmly to prevent me from spitting it out, and he shot a nice load onto my tonsils. We finished cleaning up and went to the bedroom, where Tom immediately buried his head between my thighs and licked me until I thought I’d go crazy.

But he didn’t stop and brought me to another orgasm. “I want to fuck you from behind,” he whispered, and I quickly rolled over onto all fours. He entered me with circular motions and started a nice, hard fuck, during which he also teased my asshole, so I was soon screaming and flowing like a broken dam. However, Tom wasn’t interested in an early finish, and his cock not only entered my pussy but also my eager ass. Occasionally, he massaged my nipples with his hands, and only during my fourth orgasm did he start filling my ass. After about five hours of sleep, he brought me to another orgasm with his fingers in my pussy and immediately entered me with his hard cock.

This time, sleep lasted until lunch, when I went to take a shower and, in my robe, went to prepare something to eat. Just as I was about to bring the food to the living room, Tom appeared at the door, freshly showered. “How do you like it, darling?” he asked. “I love it, and you?” I replied. “Great fuck, but I thought you’d be more perverse, based on what you wrote.” “What do you mean?” “I love to experiment, and I think I’ve tried everything.” He smiled and said, “I guess not,” as he looked at my tits and pussy. “I don’t know what you’re hinting at,” I replied. “Hmm, we’ll see,” he said and helped me carry the food to the living room.

Over the meal, we talked again, and I must say, I felt good with Tom. After coffee, Tom asked for dessert. He asked for whipped cream in a can, laid me on the table, and sprayed dollops of whipped cream on my nipples, belly button, and pussy. He started with my nipples, and when he reached my pussy, besides the whipped cream, he also got a shower of juices.

He teased my pussy with his fingers, and I soon went wild in another orgasm, screaming for him to finally fuck me. “You bitch, I’m pretty wrung out, I can’t get it up, you’ll have to settle for my hand.” Although fisting was once in our repertoire, my pussy wasn’t ready for his big hand, but Tom had no intention of stopping the games he’d started, despite my screams and pleas.

When I was about to faint from exhaustion and pain, I heard, “Finally, I got it all in, so what, whore, satisfied?” I shook my head in disagreement, and he took it as a challenge to keep fucking my pussy with his hand. I screamed like crazy, but he didn’t stop until I fainted. When I woke up in the morning on the floor where he must have dropped me, he was gone.

I was a bit disoriented and made sure he’d left my apartment with only what he’d brought, and I scolded myself for letting a complete stranger into my apartment. Still, the desire for sex was stronger, and since I worked from home, I could receive visitors at any time of day.

That’s how it was on Tuesday when I invited Mike. He was one of the youngest candidates, and I was quite curious about his reaction. He was a virgin boy, and it surprised me that he was interested in me. With his looks and age, he could have had much younger girls. He had a body sculpted by sports, and even before he pulled down his boxers, I could see his nice cock straining against them. He lay on the bed with his cock erect, and I threw off my bra and panties.

When he saw my big tits, he moaned loudly and begged to fuck me between them. But I wanted his big cock in my pussy and quickly mounted him, leaning forward so he could access my tits and play with them nicely. I impaled myself on his log and let him suck my nipples, and soon the first orgasm came. Juices flowed down to his thighs, and I think he was pretty shocked, but he didn’t stop pulling on my nipples.

He roared like a lion when he came and flipped me onto my back to continue fucking without pulling out. “I’ve been searching for you my whole life,” he whispered, and I had to hold back from laughing. He must have thought I believed him when he said he’d fallen in love with me. When he came in the shower late at night for the eighth time, I’d had enough and was glad he also asked for a bit of sleep. He woke me at 8 a.m. by licking my pussy and then fucking me, saying he had to go to school.

I fell asleep and woke up to the doorbell. I looked at the clock and was horrified to see it was already 4 p.m. I looked through the peephole and saw Mike had returned, and I opened the door almost naked. “I couldn’t wait to see you, darling, I want you so much.” It surprised me because I hadn’t intended to commit to one person, but I didn’t have the courage to turn away such a cute bunny with a nice cock.

I’d stopped counting his orgasms and mine—he was an excellent lover, and I was terrified of how I’d explain to him that he couldn’t come the next day because I’d invited an older man. Of course, he probably couldn’t match Mike, but I wanted to try all age categories. “Darling, I’ve fucked you good, I can’t come tomorrow because my mom has a night shift, and I have to take care of my sick grandmother, but on Friday I’m not going to school, and I’ll come early in the morning because in the afternoon I’m going with my dad to fix the roof at the cottage. I don’t know how I’ll survive without you.”

On Thursday, Paul arrived. I should have expected that a 64-year-old might not get it up, but he didn’t seem to care. Our playtime lasted only about two hours and took place in the bathroom, as Paul was only interested in pissing. When he left, I was so horny I could have made myself come. Instead, I went to bed and imagined making love with my bunny. He showed up early in the morning, and we made love all day. He was thrilled that I kept up with his pace and whispered how much he loved me every now and then. He left in the afternoon, and I slept until the next day.

In the morning, I had to clean the apartment and get my body in decent shape because I had John invited for the afternoon. He was a 33-year-old married man who wanted to try the perverse sex his wife didn’t give him at home. Even in the emails he sent me, he was vulgar, which excited me greatly, and I hoped that after the classic lovemaking with Mike, I’d enjoy some unconventional sex.

I enjoyed it more than I could have imagined. John even brought equipment—a nylon rope and several dildos. Right at the door, he started yelling at me, “You whore, why aren’t you waiting for me naked?” He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the room. “Strip, you bitch,” he yelled as he pulled me to the couch.

Before I could undress, he was already naked, and his nice cock was twitching in his groin. “Suck, you pig,” he screamed, and I sucked as if my life depended on it. I had my hands full trying to swallow all his goodness and avoid the punishment he threatened. Then he started torturing my tits, tying them so tightly that after half an hour I was fainting and felt like they’d fall off any moment. He fucked me with dildos all night, and when he got hard, I had to suck him off—he never wanted to fuck me with his cock, saying he only fucks whores in the mouth so he doesn’t catch anything. That offended me, but I didn’t have the courage to resist.

I was glad when the next day, after I had to suck him off instead of breakfast, he left. Even though he said he’d enjoyed it and would be in touch soon, I knew this man would never step into my apartment again. I cleaned the apartment, and since I’d been slacking off all week, I had to catch up on work. I immersed myself in work and lost track of time. When the doorbell rang, it didn’t occur to me that it might be someone who’d make me happy.

Yes, it was Mike, and I realized that this boy was starting to get under my skin. After several orgasms in my pussy, I asked if he’d at least fuck my ass for a while, and I thought he’d go crazy with joy. “Darling, it’s my dream to fuck your beautiful ass.” When he first teased it with his tongue and fingers, I went wild with pleasure and acted like a young girl. He left long after midnight and warned me that he wouldn’t show up for more than a week. He was going with friends to a cottage because he had a break and wouldn’t appear until after his graduation.

He showed up after two weeks, during which I hadn’t been idle, but when he told me it was his last day with me because he’d fallen in love with a classmate, I felt a little sorry, but only for a moment. I sat down at the PC and immediately invited another visitor. This time, I invited Carl, a 45-year-old widower. He was an engineer and seemed very serious when he arrived, which disappointed me because I thought he’d be just as serious in bed, which I wasn’t really craving—I wanted hard and unrestrained sex.

After about an hour of sitting and drinking coffee, I wanted to break the ice and said I’d go take a shower. Just as I undressed and stepped into the shower, Carl came in completely naked. He had a beautifully sculpted body, was completely shaved down there, and his cock stood tall, inviting a nice fuck. He didn’t let me, though, because my big tits caught his attention. “This is how I imagined them,” he whispered as he took my hard nipples into his mouth. “Melanie, do you really like hard and perverse sex, or were you just teasing me?” “You can do whatever you want with me,” I whispered.

We showered and moved to the bedroom, but first Carl stopped in the living room and took the briefcase he’d brought with him. I trembled with desire when I saw various clamps, pliers, and ropes, and I submitted to Carl in everything. He attached clamps with sharp teeth to my bound tits, which dug into them with every movement, and his hands explored my pussy, which was dripping like a faucet. “You’re a proper bitch,” he yelled as he squeezed the clamps, which slowly clicked onto my swollen nipples, and I screamed with pleasure throughout the bedroom, and juices flowed from my pussy like water from a broken dam. His cock ravaged my pussy, his hands my tits, and I found myself in the heights of pleasure several times.

“Melanie, I have a gift for you,” he said when I was already in a blissful coma from his fucking and torture. He took out a box containing two golden rings. “This is a memento from me, but you must allow me to attach them myself.” I was in a trance, and at that moment, I would have allowed him anything. He sat me down and leaned me against the wall, removed the clamps, but kept my tits bound so my nipples stuck out as much as possible. He took a spray from the briefcase and sprayed one nipple, took out a disposable needle, grabbed the nipple between two fingers, and before I knew it, he’d pierced it through.

He tortured me with it for a while, moving it back and forth, and instead of screaming in pain, I writhed in an orgasmic spasm and watched as he attached the golden ring to my nipple. “Does it hurt? I guess so, but I see you’re enjoying it, you’re a beautiful bitch, you know that?” He was basically monologuing because I was unable to respond.

Even his work on my nipple excited him, as he pulled me onto the bed, shoved his cock into my pussy, and fucked like crazy, occasionally pulling the golden ring with his teeth, causing me painful pleasure that I expressed with screams and orgasms. “Mealnie, you’re amazing, I haven’t been this excited in a long time.” When he came, he played with my nipples for a while, bringing me to another ecstasy, and before I knew it, my other nipple was also ringed.

The next day, he woke me up and begged me to torture him now. I tied his shaved balls until they were completely purple, and at his request, I bit his hard cock and balls, which threatened to burst. He screamed in pain, but as soon as I stopped, he begged me to continue, and in the end, I got such a load in my mouth that it almost choked me. Before leaving, Carl asked for another visit, even saying he could imagine a life with me because he hadn’t had such a great lover since his wife’s death. I also confessed that I wouldn’t be against it, but I had many suitors from the ad lined up, which he understood, as he’d also been switching partners until then. So we agreed on regular weekend meetings, and on weekdays, we could each enjoy ourselves as we pleased.

During the week, I had 1-2 partners, but even though I had wonderful orgasms with some, none of them brought me to the ecstasy Carl did. This went on for about a year (I kept placing new ads, and there were always plenty of interested men) when Victor appeared. He was a gorgeous 26-year-old boy who, on our first meeting, told me he was turned on by men but hadn’t found one who could take his 29 cm long and 6 cm thick cock in his ass.

At first, it was a problem for me too when he screwed that thick, long log into me. I screamed like crazy, and that turned him on so much that he could fuck my ass for over an hour and ended his desire by pissing in my intestines. It was insanely exciting, and he then gratefully shot his massive cock into my pussy at least once. Sometimes I had to satisfy him for hours with large dildos he brought himself. And so Victor, thanks to his oversized cock, became my regular lover after Carl.

I recorded my lovers in a diary and found that over three years, 258 cocks of various sizes had passed through my pussy (besides my two regular lovers). Now I’m in my fifth year, and although the frequency of cocks isn’t as high as at the beginning, I don’t intend to stop completely. With Carl, I mostly enjoy the torture of my tits, which brings me to several orgasms, but the classic fucking, when he needs to relieve his tortured balls, usually doesn’t bring me to orgasm, so I continue to enjoy those who can really heat up my pussy. Carl doesn’t mind, and since he has a key to my apartment, it sometimes happens that I’m still fucking one of my lovers, and he secretly watches us. Then he usually goes wild like a devil.

And my young lover Victor heats up my ass until it’s white. I hope my body will serve me for a long time and that I’ll soon reach my goal. I promised Carl that after the 500th cock, I’d stop and move in with him. I think my ex-husband would be surprised at what a frigid woman I am.