Keeping them happy
If you have read some of our posts you have heard that I entertain a few regular sex partners. In the comments I keep hearing those who tell me how lucky I am and oddly saying how lucky my husband Greg is (while he doesn't complain and after14 years of non monogamy by me it wouldn't matter if he did) I'm the one getting all this great sex so those comments make both of us laugh.
When I decided at age 38 I was going to find other men to get sexual satisfaction from I was peaking libido wise and couldn't get enough. I liked the variety and would be happy to get fucked daily if I could (if not on my period anyway). From many of the men I met through Adultfriendfinder I would have many "one offs" back then and as Greg would point out embraced being " a little whore". As time went on I started to look more for "steady" fuck buddies rather than so many "one timers" as I found the sex better and more comfortable. Flash ahead to menopause and then the pandemic and becoming 50 years old and for an almost 2 year stretch I only fucked my long time friend and stud Roland. (I of course let Greg slip it to me some mornings too).
While now at age 52 I am not quite as horny as I was 10 or more years ago, I have been entertaining 3 hung and horny younger men and sure it's fantastic in so many ways but I also feel a responsibility to keep them happy (so they will keep coming back). That's how it works with regulars.
Greg has always been understanding that for the spontaneity that is required for good sex, at any given time I will be unavailable for "whatever". This is because while he was out or at work I might get messaged with a request to hook up with one of the 3 other men. Greg has been more than cooperative in this regard as a man himself he knows how the guys think. He has always viewed this as a "hobby" that I took up. (We both think the term "lifestyle" is inaccurate in our case as we don't consider ourselves part of the "swinger" community.) Greg sleeps in the guest room when I have one of my "bulls" lol, overnight etc. He not only accepts that I want the better sex I get from them but suggests I have some obligation to keep them satisfied if only with a blowjob at least if at all possible. Greg works still but I'm retired so generally availability and scheduling isn't an issue.
Why all this has come to mind is I caught a summer cold and was all snotty a couple of weeks ago and had to turn down a few dates. Basically I took a couple of weeks off. I am sure they wouldn't care and would be happy to enjoy my pussy but I felt "gross" and they were OK with that. In my case as opposed to many other women and even at my age if sex isn't on my mind, once I get a text or call from one of these hard bodied young studs I generally get aroused and am not only ready but eager by the time they arrive. Having said that the preparation (hair,makeup shaving etc.) seems like a job. All in all the best kind of job I ever had but still it feels like a responsibility at times.
On Tuesday my friend Roland told me he would had a business lunch appointment here in Oshawa and asked if I wanted him to come over after "to fuck"? I said "sure Ok" and we did just that. Greg was at work and we had a great hour long session of sucking and fucking leaving both of us satisfied. He goes home I shower and put on my robe lay on the couch and watch Netflix. An hour didn't go by before I get a text from Morel, "Really horny Kate will you be home around 4:30?" Morel plays up the "Dom bull" role and is always direct in how he speaks to me and I generally like that. He of course has no idea I have already been fucked (not that he'd care), so while I have no feeling of urgency I seem to feel a bit of obligation to satisfy his needs so I respond "sure come on over, I'll be ready and waiting. (with a blown kiss emoji, lol). 4:30 is at that point 2 hours away so to pick up the mood I turn off the TV and open up our laptop and check out some Xhamster favourites I like.
Greg gets home at 4 I am still in my robe. He asks how my day went. I tell him Roland was over (no need to get into details, he knows what we did more or less. lol) then he asks if I'd like to go out for a meal because he's hungry.? I tell him I'd love to but Morel will be here in half an hour. Greg laughs and says "double booked today, busy work being a slut sometimes, eh?" "No problem I'll barbecue a burger." That's when I thought "He isn't wrong" particularly in Morel's case (my dom bull). I also know that Morel in particular likes to show off in front of my husband Greg more than the other guys do and I accommodate him. It won't be a simple go upstairs some foreplay, then a quick fuck thing. He likes me collared and I'm going to be on my knees giving him head in the living room with Greg watching etc.
I'm not complaining, It was fun for all three of us. The point of this post is that while I love all the great sex I have as a 52 year old hotwife, the "responsibility" of "Keeping them happy" does make me feel like a "whore" sometimes but I am a happy one. Lol
Kate
P.S. While the Morel meet didn't go exactly how I expected. eg. Rather than wear the collar and be on my knees. Morel had me sit on my hands on the couch while he "face fucked" me, his hands on the back of my head. Then spun me around and fucked me over the back of the couch while Greg looked on grinning. I was treated like a whore but in Morel's case I know my role and am happy to accommodate.
Gotta go. Kate
When I decided at age 38 I was going to find other men to get sexual satisfaction from I was peaking libido wise and couldn't get enough. I liked the variety and would be happy to get fucked daily if I could (if not on my period anyway). From many of the men I met through Adultfriendfinder I would have many "one offs" back then and as Greg would point out embraced being " a little whore". As time went on I started to look more for "steady" fuck buddies rather than so many "one timers" as I found the sex better and more comfortable. Flash ahead to menopause and then the pandemic and becoming 50 years old and for an almost 2 year stretch I only fucked my long time friend and stud Roland. (I of course let Greg slip it to me some mornings too).
While now at age 52 I am not quite as horny as I was 10 or more years ago, I have been entertaining 3 hung and horny younger men and sure it's fantastic in so many ways but I also feel a responsibility to keep them happy (so they will keep coming back). That's how it works with regulars.
Greg has always been understanding that for the spontaneity that is required for good sex, at any given time I will be unavailable for "whatever". This is because while he was out or at work I might get messaged with a request to hook up with one of the 3 other men. Greg has been more than cooperative in this regard as a man himself he knows how the guys think. He has always viewed this as a "hobby" that I took up. (We both think the term "lifestyle" is inaccurate in our case as we don't consider ourselves part of the "swinger" community.) Greg sleeps in the guest room when I have one of my "bulls" lol, overnight etc. He not only accepts that I want the better sex I get from them but suggests I have some obligation to keep them satisfied if only with a blowjob at least if at all possible. Greg works still but I'm retired so generally availability and scheduling isn't an issue.
Why all this has come to mind is I caught a summer cold and was all snotty a couple of weeks ago and had to turn down a few dates. Basically I took a couple of weeks off. I am sure they wouldn't care and would be happy to enjoy my pussy but I felt "gross" and they were OK with that. In my case as opposed to many other women and even at my age if sex isn't on my mind, once I get a text or call from one of these hard bodied young studs I generally get aroused and am not only ready but eager by the time they arrive. Having said that the preparation (hair,makeup shaving etc.) seems like a job. All in all the best kind of job I ever had but still it feels like a responsibility at times.
On Tuesday my friend Roland told me he would had a business lunch appointment here in Oshawa and asked if I wanted him to come over after "to fuck"? I said "sure Ok" and we did just that. Greg was at work and we had a great hour long session of sucking and fucking leaving both of us satisfied. He goes home I shower and put on my robe lay on the couch and watch Netflix. An hour didn't go by before I get a text from Morel, "Really horny Kate will you be home around 4:30?" Morel plays up the "Dom bull" role and is always direct in how he speaks to me and I generally like that. He of course has no idea I have already been fucked (not that he'd care), so while I have no feeling of urgency I seem to feel a bit of obligation to satisfy his needs so I respond "sure come on over, I'll be ready and waiting. (with a blown kiss emoji, lol). 4:30 is at that point 2 hours away so to pick up the mood I turn off the TV and open up our laptop and check out some Xhamster favourites I like.
Greg gets home at 4 I am still in my robe. He asks how my day went. I tell him Roland was over (no need to get into details, he knows what we did more or less. lol) then he asks if I'd like to go out for a meal because he's hungry.? I tell him I'd love to but Morel will be here in half an hour. Greg laughs and says "double booked today, busy work being a slut sometimes, eh?" "No problem I'll barbecue a burger." That's when I thought "He isn't wrong" particularly in Morel's case (my dom bull). I also know that Morel in particular likes to show off in front of my husband Greg more than the other guys do and I accommodate him. It won't be a simple go upstairs some foreplay, then a quick fuck thing. He likes me collared and I'm going to be on my knees giving him head in the living room with Greg watching etc.
I'm not complaining, It was fun for all three of us. The point of this post is that while I love all the great sex I have as a 52 year old hotwife, the "responsibility" of "Keeping them happy" does make me feel like a "whore" sometimes but I am a happy one. Lol
Kate
P.S. While the Morel meet didn't go exactly how I expected. eg. Rather than wear the collar and be on my knees. Morel had me sit on my hands on the couch while he "face fucked" me, his hands on the back of my head. Then spun me around and fucked me over the back of the couch while Greg looked on grinning. I was treated like a whore but in Morel's case I know my role and am happy to accommodate.
Gotta go. Kate
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