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What have I just done?
My heart is racing as I look down my body to witness the sticky mess I have just become. I have just cheated on my husband and I’m not sure if I am more upset with myself or excited by what I’ve done.
Things between my hubby and I have been better. Our sex life is not what it once was, mostly due to menopause and feeling like my life should be more than it currently is. I suppose this all factored into the predicament I am currently in as I feel Justin’s semen dripping from inside me.
My eldest son recently asked me to house sit for him for a couple of weeks on the remote island he lives on. I agreed to do so, knowing he needed my help so that he could get away. He has some animals that need tending and I was his last resort so I knew that when he asked, he really needed my help.
I made arrangements at home and said my good-byes to my hubby as I made the long trip. I spent most of my drive thinking about where things were with my husband and I at this point, contemplating our future together. While I love him, I feel like he could do more to help us be further ahead in life and this has been weighing on me for quite some time. He’s an attentive lover and is an attractive man, but the resentment I hold is hurting us. He’s a good man, and he loves me and still finds me attractive based on how often he tries to have sex with me but my sex drive does not meet his anymore and this causes us a great deal of friction in our relationship. I hoped that time away would do us both some good, giving us both time to think.
I arrived at my eldest son’s home and helped he and his girlfriend pack for their trip. They were leaving in the morning and things were hectic so the last thing I wanted was to be a burden. We all went to bed late that night and woke early to get them out the door on time.
After all the driving, ferry trip, and packing chaos, the house suddenly felt unsettlingly quiet. Other than the hum from the aquarium pump and the odd noise from their very odd cat, the house was silent. Back at home, there’s always something happening and even though we live in the countryside, it’s rarely quiet. I made myself a cup of tea and took it to the sofa to sit and enjoy the quiet.
In the afternoon, I started to get bored. My home life is hectic. I work from home, have acreage and livestock and rarely get to sit other than after dinner so the time I’d been sitting here in the quiet was already beyond what I could fathom and I was already getting stir crazy.
I did some yard work, puttering around, but it was all meaningless and my mind continuously wandered to my home life and the sadness I was feeling over it. While cleaning, I paused before the large mirror in the living room. While I am not one to look at myself normally, I did this time. What I saw before me was a nearly 50 year old woman, whose red hair had turned white but was still long and thick, who’s body was not as taught as previously but was still very decent for my age, who was still good looking and who should still feel desirable, but who did not.
I felt a wave of sadness wash over me and I had to get out of the house. I put on my shoes and a sweater and wandered out of the house and up the street. The end of the street is an access point to a large number of trails into the thick west coast woods and I started to wander, lost in thought.
The forest, although seeming quiet, is not. When you stop to listen, the forest is almost deafening but I heard almost nothing as I continued to contemplate my life. I realized that I should not have come and put myself in a situation where there were not distractions, where I would be forced to look at my life, but I had no choice now and would have to make the best of it. Looking around, I decided to take up one of my old hobbies, photography. I went back to the house, grabbed my phone and went back for another hike, losing myself in the plants and small insects that abound in the forest.
Time passed quickly for the rest of the day and I soon realized that dinner time had already come and gone. I gathered myself and headed back to make a meal, then cleaned up. The quiet started to get to me again so I fished into my bag and grabbed one of the joints I’d prepared for my trip, along with the lighter and headed to the back patio. The light from the lighter was nearly blinding when I first sparked it, drawing a few deep breaths of marijuana and relaxing. I soon went to bed, drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke again, feeling lonely, with only the cat to keep me company. I fed the feline and the fish, then looked around, realizing that once again, I had nothing to do. My mind started to wander again but I was hell-bent on making sure I didn’t fall into the same despair I felt the day before so I made a picnic, grabbed my phone, and headed for a hike.
At the trail head I stopped to look at the map for the first time. The area was massive and I realized that I was probably lucky to not have gotten lost the day almanbahis before. I looked at the imagery and noticed a few clearings that appeared to have great potential as picnic spots so I took a pic of the map and headed out on my hike.
I hiked along the trails for about an hour before finding a perfect spot. It was a small clearing on the edge of a very large drop. The ledge meandered for quite some distance and I wandered along it, finding an even better spot to set up my lunch and enjoy the solitude.
There was a breeze coming along the ledge, a warm air rising from the valley below. The sun was hot and surprisingly, this area was actually very quiet, devoid of most wildlife. I spread out my blanket and lunch and ate, having a sip of tea from my thermos also. The area was breathtaking. I wanted badly to share it with someone and I started to feel lonely again.
Determined not to be sad, my mind scrambled for ideas. I suddenly had the idea that I should call someone I know to come visit, but then I realized that I really didn’t know anyone this way. I messaged a few of my girlfriends to see if they were wanting to escape for a few days but there was no cell service here either so my messages sat in limbo. Bored, I started to scroll through all my contacts.
One after another, I scrolled down, taking time to contemplate each until I hit the “J’s” and saw the name Justin. My heart skipped a beat. Justin lived about an hour away from here if he hadn’t moved.
I had not had many boyfriends before meeting my husband. My first boyfriend got me pregnant and I had 2 wonderful children with him before he abandoned me. I let loose after him and had a few flings, then started dating Justin briefly. He and I were both pretty young and he was still very immature although very kind. We got along well but his immaturity was the downfall of our brief relationship. He liked to make jokes in bed, to hide his nervousness I suppose, but I didn’t like it and things didn’t last.
Justin and I stayed in touch although not often. My kids thought he was amazing, probably because he acted like a child too. Over the years, we talked a couple of times a year, asking about family and the usual. He had gotten married and divorced and married again. He was a successful engineer and had kids of his own now. I hadn’t spoken to Justin in about a year and I suddenly wanted to talk to him again. I made a mental note to reach out when I was back in cell service.
I was suddenly very relaxed. I suppose it was because I had the potential to talk to someone, to not be as lonely all the time here. The sun was becoming very hot and I shed my shoes and socks and sweater, leaving me in my jeans and a t-shirt. I laid back but the sun was almost too hot. I looked around to ensure that I was alone and upon confirming this, I pulled off my shirt and slid my jeans down and laid back. It was then that I realized that I had now hiked the trails for 2 days and not seen a single other person. Despite being lonely, I was happy to be alone, not seeing strangers. Somehow being away from strangers was not the same as being away from friends and family and I was relieved, laying back on the blanket again in only my thin panties and C-cup bra.
The heat from the sun was wonderful, as was the occasional tickle of breeze which made the sun bearable. I soon drifted off to sleep.
I woke some time later, from a dream. I tried desperately to grab the details of my dream before they disappeared completely. What I did gather, was something involving Justin, a flashback I suppose, of us naked together. I realized that my panties were damp and my nipples were hard. The dream had obviously been a good one.
I looked around again to ensure my privacy and upon seeing no one, I slipped my hand beneath my panties, gently touching my clit. My other hand slid under one of my cups, pinching my hard nipple. In moments, I had climaxed. I felt a great sense of relief suddenly and relaxed there for a few minutes, catching my breath before finally dressing and packing my things back up for the hike back.
I was most of the way back to the house when my phone started to ding repeatedly. I pulled it out and looked at the messages. I realized that my messages to my girlfriends had gone out and I was now in good enough cell coverage to be receiving replies. To my dismay, none of them were free to come visit on such short notice. My heart sank again but then I remembered Justin.
As soon as I got into the house, I ran a bath to soak and clean up. I took my phone with me and messaged Justin, “Hey stranger, how are things?”
I waited but got no reply. I washed and was about to get out of the tub when my phone dinged again. My heart skipped seeing it was Justin replying.
“Lots has gone on. Almost too much to message. Want to chat on the phone?” he asked.
I quickly replied, “I’m in the tub. Probably not the most appropriate. You still living in the same place?”
He replied again, “Yes and almanbahis giriş no. Same town, different house.”
Without thinking, I messaged again, “I’m house sitting about an hour south of you. Why don’t you come for a visit and give me the updates in person?”
What was I thinking? I was alone here, inviting another man to come see me. My intentions were plutonic, I was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to and spend time with, at least that’s what I was trying to convince myself, but then getting more flashes of my earlier dream and feeling my heart flutter at the images. I had a flash of him on top of me, kissing me and feeling him inside me.
Before I could recant my offer, Justin replied. “I’d love to come see you. Send me the address. Is tomorrow okay? I can take the day off and come spend the day if that works for you.”
My heart fluttered again. Why was I reacting this way? We were friends, not lovers. Our brief relationship had been over 2 decades ago and even then, it wasn’t special. He was now married, as was I. I reasoned that my reaction was 2-fold, one, out of loneliness, the other because of the silly dream I’d had earlier. I calmed myself and told myself to smarted up, Justin was a friend coming to catch up. We’d have lunch, maybe a walk, chat and he’d head home to his wife. Heck, he might even bring her and the kids!
I replied, “That would be wonderful. Looking forward to catching up!” I then sent him the address and got out of the tub, drying off and heading to sleep.
I woke early the next morning, again catching fragments of a quickly vanishing dream. I saw Justin, all those years ago, standing nude before me, his cock hard. That was all I managed to see before it was all gone. Once again, I realized I was aroused and slid my hand down to find myself soaking wet. I decided not to indulge myself, and got up and showered.
Justin had planned to be here for 10am. I did my hair and makeup and went to my clothing. I pulled out a tight tank top and short shorts, admiring how they looked on me despite my age. I had hoped to share that picnic area that I found the day before and thought Justin might enjoy it. He was an avid outdoorsman and I knew he appreciated being out in the woods. I made us a lunch and packed my bag with the blanket again in hopes he would agree to go for a hike.
A few minutes to 10, the doorbell rang. I jumped and ran to the door, swinging it open. There stood Justin, looking far more mature than he ever had. I threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug and he reciprocated, squeezing me tightly.
I invited him in and I got him a drink of water and we sat on the sofa to get caught up. Justin told me about how he was divorced again. This time, the wife was on a “path of discovery” and needed to move on. Justin was devastated but the dust had settled and he was now okay. He kept custody of his kids with his first wife and was starting to enjoy his freedom. He asked me how I was and I started to fill him in, before suddenly bursting out in tears. I hadn’t realized just how much I’d been trying to hold back my emotions lately and having an old friend to talk to opened the flood gates for me.
Justin wrapped his arms around me and I bawled. I hadn’t cried this hard in ages and I actually felt a massive relief when I started to regain myself. He held me tightly, letting me know he was there for me and I really needed and appreciated his attention.
Justin had changed a lot over all these years. He was a geeky kid when he were together but now he was a man, with broad shoulders and a different strength about him which made me feel small in his arms.
When I was able to get myself together, I excused myself to the bathroom to clean up. I was a mess. Makeup on my face, my hair dishevelled, cheeks and eyes red. I tidied up as best I could and went back to my guest. “Justin, I found a great hike and a wicked spot for a picnic. Do you want to see it?”
Justin smiled back at me, nodding, “That would be great.” He replied.
I gathered the food and put it into my pack with the other stuff. Looking back into the fridge, I noticed cold beer and asked Justin if he’d like me to bring some. He smiled and thought that would be great so I packed a half dozen cans into the backpack and we set off.
We weren’t far along the trail when Justin spoke. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I didn’t want to feel sad anymore so I assured him that I was now that he was here with me. Justin smiled, then took my hand as we continued along the hike. I looked down to see how big his hand looked with my tiny hand in his. A sudden feeling of safety and security came over me and my mood completely changed for the better.
We hiked and hiked, finally coming to the ledge, then following it to my secluded spot from the day before.
“Wow, this is stunning!” Justin commented, standing on the ledge, taking in the scenery. I stood next to him and rested my head against his shoulder. He put his arm around almanbahis yeni giriş me and we stood there in silence for quite some time. I started to feel excited to be held by him this way. His big shoulders and arms nuzzling me tightly and making me feel safe and wanted. I knew the way I was starting to feel was wrong, and I became uncomfortable so I slipped back and away and went to my bag on the ground, opening it and starting to spread the blanket out.
Justin turned and watched, then came to help with the blanket, spreading it flat. I sat down, facing the view and he did the same, sitting next to me. I distributed the food and beer and we ate in silence, both washing our sandwiches down with a beer. Neither of us said anything. Upon finishing my beer, I pulled another out for each of us and handed Justin his.
We both sat and enjoyed the view, sipping our 2nd beer, and eventually starting a 3rd. I was definitely feeling a buzz from the beer. I don’t drink beer often, and being a petite 130 lbs, it wasn’t taking much to get to me. We continued to sit in silence.
There was a short gust of cold wind that came out of nowhere. Between the chill I was feeling from the cold beer, and this gust, I shivered briefly. Justin noticed, and moved closer, putting his arm around me again. He made me feel secure, wanted, loved. I had a momentary flashback to yesterday, laying here almost nude and masturbating after dreaming of the man who’s arm was around me here now.
I looked up at Justin, and he turned to look back. I searched for words, wanting to rationalize my feelings, to justify the way my body was warming to his touch. He stared into my eyes and spoke. “You know Erin, I never did get over you. I’ve spent over 20 years trying to find a woman who could come close to you. I wish I had been more mature when we dated.”
I wanted to feel better, and I wanted Justin to also. Without any further thought, I moved my mouth up to his. When our lips met, it was electrifying. It felt as though we’d both been holding back all these years of passion and desire. Justin kissed me back passionately, our tongues dancing.
Justin shifted his body, moving in front of me and pushing me onto my back. He laid there beside me with his chest over mine as we kissed. I ran my hands around his back, noticing how much bigger and stronger he now was than all those years ago.
I felt Justin’s hand on my stomach, then up my side as we continued to kiss. His hand slid over my breasts, one and then the other, squeezing each gently before sliding back to my stomach and finding it’s way under my shirt. Slowly, he slid his hand up and over my bra, but not really getting further due to the construction of this particular bra. I wanted nothing more than to be accessible right now but being under him limited what I could do to help.
Now his hand slid back down my stomach and across my thigh, then slowly over the top of my knee and to the inside of my thigh. I could feel myself getting extremely wet as I spread my legs for him. His big hand slid up the inside of my leg until it found the fabric covering my pussy. I let out a moan into his mouth as he started to rub me gently. I wanted to feel him touching me, nothing between us to hinder him. I reached down and unbuttoned my shorts and slid the zipper down, then I grabbed his wrist and pulled it up, guiding his hand into my shorts.
I could feel Justin smile when his hand slid under my panties. I always shave my pussy and he obviously approved as his hand slid until it was sliding across my lips. Up and down he rubbed, his warm hands making me even wetter. His fingers slid between my lips with ease, lubricated by my juices and I nearly cried out when he slid a big finger inside me and started to fuck me with it.
I stopped kissing Justin, I couldn’t catch my breath and kiss him. He removed his mouth, hovering his just above mine as I moaned and panted. Justin was smiling, yet couldn’t have looked more lustful if he’d tried. I wanted him to have easier access to me, complete access. I reached down and slid my shorts and panties off in one quick motion, then spread my legs wide for him. He continued to rub and finger me, sitting up on his hip, then leaning over my waist to make it less awkward for him. I felt a 2nd finger start to push into me, then he started to plunge them both in and out. He bent more at the waist, then brought his mouth to my clit.
Long gone was the immature boy who’d mounted me while making jokes all those years ago. This was an experienced man now, one who’d apparently wanted me again all these years and was doing his best to show me so. He shifted his weight again, then moved between my legs. I looked down at him as he moved his mouth to my pussy again, a look of complete lust on his face as he looked up at me and pushed his tongue against my clit, sliding his fingers back inside again. I grabbed Justin’s hair, guiding the pace I desired as I started to fuck his mouth and fingers. I felt my orgasm start to overtake me as I cried out, “Yes, yes Justin! Oh God!”
My body shook violently as I climaxed, pushing hard against my lover’s mouth until I could not take any contact anymore from becoming too sensitive. I held his face away from my pussy as my orgasm subsided.
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