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My husband and I went to a wedding last Saturday of a friend’s daughter who was marrying a US Marine lieutenant. I always loved the fancy dress uniforms of the Marines, especially on well-built young men. During the wedding the groom had other US Marine officers (all lieutenants) as his groomsmen and a few were in the audience. I couldn’t take my eyes off them and even my husband noticed and nudged me at one point telling me that I should try and get lucky tonight. I didn’t take him too seriously and told him I was just looking. Though we have an open marriage and he enjoys my intimacy with other men, I thought today wasn’t the day to try and snag someone, not at a wedding. The only person who had a right to get lucky that night was the bride and her new Marine lieutenant husband. During the reception at an upscale hotel in downtown Houston the Marine lieutenant’s performed some sort of sword ceremony with the bride and groom. I have to admit I was swept away by the pageantry of it all and at the sight of the Marines with their swords at their side. I turned to my husband and said to him, “Wow’ before nodding my head at the Marines. My husband smiled and again urged me to go for it. I looked at the Marines and told my husband that perhaps I’d consider it. I admit my lust got the better of me and I started flirting with the lieutenants but in a very dignified manner. I wasn’t some young girl who was going to just jump into bed with the first one who asked me (Oh whose kidding who, of course I would have but I couldn’t show that) As the afternoon wore on I danced with the Marines but one of them piqued my interest in his mannerism and for the fact that I thought he was particularly handsome and manly, I’m a sucker for that type of a man, so I turned on the charm. He also was drinking very little alcohol, just a few sips to be social, while the other Marines seemed to be getting slowly plastered. I hate being with drunks so my choice was suddenly limited to this one Marine who seemed to be in control almanbahis şikayet of himself (an even bigger turn on). We did some slow dancing while my husband sat in the corner watching and smiling. Michael (my Marine partner) was slowly trying to seduce me and I played along with him. Though I’m sure he knew I was married since I was wearing a wedding ring, he never asked me directly and I decided to just go with the flow . I did, however, tell him I was fifty-two years old (I didn’t want him to be shocked at finding out once we became intimate ). I half way expected him to excuse himself and find a much younger woman but he didn’t and told me that he was twenty-five himself and that I didn’t look my age (whether he was lying and just wanted to be with an older woman I’ll never know). We danced and talked for about an hour after which time Michael began hinting that he would like to take me to his hotel room (thankfully he had a room at this very hotel). I didn’t agree at first since I wanted him to work for it. We continued talking for a little while when I decided to let Michael win my hand and I agreed to go to his hotel room with the excuse that we could have a quiet glass of wine before I left for home. I’ve been through this many times before with young men and each and every time I still get butterflies in my stomach. I love the art of seduction and can almost read a man’s mind and know exactly what step he is on. I could tell that Michael was nervous taking this older woman to his room but he didn’t hesitate or get second thoughts about it all which made me admire him even more. Before I left with him I excused myself for a few minutes to tell my husband and get his official blessing (also to tell him which room I’d be in). He gladly gave it and told me that he would be waiting for me but to take my time. Once we got to Michaels room I commented that my feet hurt while I slipped off my sandals. Michael instantly looked at my feet, as most men do, and asked if he could give me a almanbahis canlı casino massage to ease the pain. I instantly agreed and soon was sitting down while Michael took my feet into his hands and worked their magic. I’ve told other stories of my adventures with other men and they usually have the same outcome and ending so it’s hard to tell a fresh story since sex is sex and there really isn’t too many ways to describe the act. So I will just describe it as it happened. The foot massage was wonderful and it really did make me feel better. As the massage progressed I felt his hands getting higher and higher up my leg. Quickly his hands had disappeared underneath my dress and soon he was brushing up against my panties. Any hesitation on my part was pushed aside as Michael’s fingers began making contact with my pubic hair regions. Michael looked at me anxiously to make sure he wasn’t going too far but instead of a frown I was smiling at him which gave him the green light to proceed further. Soon I was feeling his newly embolden hand underneath my panties playing with my pubic hair (I have a full bush). Not long after that our clothing came off quicker than I expected and I had to face the moment of truth. Michael was in his prime with a hard, young body. I was a fifty-two year old woman who was slightly ashamed of her sagging breasts and slightly frumpy body. However, I sat up on the bed so he could get a good look at me. If he was going to have me there would be no lies between us. My worries were unfounded as Michael took me into his arms and began kissing me. I’ve learned a lot of things in my intimate encounters with young men over the years. A basic rule is that a man in his twenties and early thirties are able to reload after sex much faster than older men. Another rule of thumb is that most young men burn with the brightness of an uncontrolled explosion when they have sex for the first time with a new partner and generally don’t last very long. That’s fine if you’re going to almanbahis casino be at it all night but some young men want to call it quits after getting their orgasm. For this reason I normally will make a deal with the young man while he is in the heat of passion. I will allow him to have a quickie with me at full steam with a minimal amount of foreplay if he will agree to a second session when he is able to get hard again. I find that during this second round of sex the young man is usually much calmer and not as pent up as he was before. The result is a much more satisfying sex session. It also means that I get to have a handsome young man holding me from behind and talking with me during the hour or so we have to wait for his body to recover. I made this deal with Michael and he quickly agreed to my terms. I asked him to begin by giving me oral sex to lubricate my vagina entrance. Most times when I ask the young men to do this they perform their oral duties for only a few moments just to get me wet enough thinking that they will take care of me later during the second session. Sometimes I get lucky and the young man gets so involved in giving me oral that he unintentionally gives me an orgasm. Today I was lucky. Michael seemed to hit all the right spots with his tongue and soon I felt the wave of an orgasm sweeping over my body. The pleasure was enhanced by the fact that it had been over a week since I’d last had an orgasm. The force of the orgasm really hit me hard and I moaned louder than usual. I’m not the noisiest person in the world when it comes to sex having trained myself to be quiet for the sake of my two daughters when they were young. Even though they were out of the house I still had the habit of being quiet, though I was trying to get back into the swing of things. I guess today was a breakthrough for me. After my orgasm subsided I pulled Michael towards me, took hold of his gorgeous thick penis, unrolled a condom onto it, got onto my back, and whispered in Michael’s ear that I wanted him inside of me. I love the act of first penetration from a new lover, especially if the man enters me slowly. As Michael mounted me I felt his penis at my entrance; however, it was fumbling around and not finding its mark so I decided to help him.