I grabbed my jacket and my tool bag and mumbled something and left. The coolness of the night air revived me some and I made the half hour drive home ...afely. The next morning I was groggy and the whole events of the previous evening seemed dreamlike and unreal….Did I really get all horned up over another man’s cock, did I really jerk myself off in his bathroom wishing I was stroking his cock? I waited nervously for the other shoe to drop but nothing did. I knew I would have to call Bert and. I come home from work Friday and we have plans to go out with a few friends. After a great dinner, we head out to get a few drinks. As the evening winds down, the other couple went to the bar to get another drink and we sit in the booth alone and ask, “So what’s going on this weekend?” You smile a bit and say, "I've wanted to talk to you about this, but have been nervous. I got an email this morning from John from college. He is traveling for work and is coming into town this weekend and asked. I will do anything this young man wants as long as I can feel this lovely cock of his inside me.Am I a wanton woman for wanting such a young man to treat me like this. I will gladly be his sex slave. Oh son, drive it as deep as you can I want to feel you, in my body.I never though I would enjoy fucking such an old woman and enjoying it so much, hell she is as hot as any of the chics I meet. I don't think I'll be ditching this woman now I have my feet under the table; maybe she has some friends. I gave the nod, and I left towards the parking lot.“Sir, leaving.” The guard said sarcastically. I smiled at him and walked towards him. He looked a bit scared me walking towards him. I stood right in front of him.“She is hot, right?” I asked him, winking. He gave a dirty smirk. “Kya sir aap bhi?” he said, smiling.“The divorcee is a whore, you know, should I talk to her about you. She can take anyone’s cock inside her,” I pretended to be serious. He got surprised and put his head down in.