Okay, one thing I’ve discovered during all these adventures is that I end up meeting all kinds of different men.
After my most recent date, I realized something I hadn’t really expected. Age can add a completely different dynamic.
Not necessarily better or worse – just different.
Every generation brings its own confidence, habits and way of approaching a date. That variety keeps surprising me and makes every experience feel unique.
What I hadn’t anticipated was how much that contrast would appeal to me. It adds another layer to the adventure, another element of unpredictability.
Perhaps that’s what makes it feel a little more mischievous.
A little more daring.
As if I’m colouring just a little further outside the lines that I ever imagined I would.
And if I’m honest…that realization made my pussy soaking wet.
On Sunday, I received a message from a new Bull. He asked whether I was available on Wednesday, but I already had plans that day. I told him I could do Monday, Tuesday of Friday instead.
Apparently, he was keen to meet me that same week, so we agreed on Tuesday.
As it happened, my husband already had an appointment in a town close to where I was meeting my Bull. We checked the timing and realized we could simply drive there together.
I was actually quite practical as it was a long drive.
Well…mostly.
It did mean I would arrive far too early for my date, and after hubby had finished his own appointment, he would have to wait for me in the car so that we could drive home together afterwards.
And somewhere along the way, I found myself wondering: Is it terribly inappropriate to leave your husband sitting in a hotel car park while you are upstairs getting fucked by another man?
On the other hand…
Perhaps it’s best not to overanalyse the moral philosophy behind my rather unconventional hobby.
Some questions are probably better left unanswered.
When Tuesday finally arrived, I spent the morning working from home. In between meetings, I got myself ready and during the drive to the south of the country. I even managed to catch up on a bit more work from the passenger seat while we were on the road.
I arrived at the hotel almost an hour before my appointment, so I found a quiet corner in the lounge. Not just any seat – I deliberately chose one tucked away from the entrance so my Bull wouldn’t immediately spot me when he walked in.
I rather liked the idea of watching him arrive first.
Remember that I had been talking about age differences?
Well…
There’s one small detail I may have left out.
My Bull is seventy.
Oops.
That was one tiny piece of information I had somehow…forgotten to mention to my husband.
Not because I was hiding anything serious, but because I wanted to experience it first before turning it into a conversation.
After all, one of the things these adventures have taught me is that assumptions are often wrong.
There was something deliciously mischievous about stepping even further outside my own comfort zone.
It felt slutty, extremely slutty.
After a while, my Bull sent me the room number and I applied that I was already there. I quickly stopped by reception before making my way upstairs.
When I reached the room, I noticed the door was already slightly open. I knocked gently anyway before stepping inside.
An elderly gentleman with a warm smile walked over to greet me. I put my bag down and kissed him on the cheek.
As I looked around the room, my eyes immediately landed on two mugs sitting on the table. They were filled with a dark amber-brown drink. Tea? Surely not. Who on earth serves tea on a date? “I’ve made us something to drink,” my Bull said. “Do you like tea?” It was really tea.
I had to suppress a grin.
Not because there was anything wrong with tea – it was actually rather sweet – but because sitting right beside the mugs, chilling patiently in an ice bucket, was a perfectly good bottle of wine.
Apparently, this date was going to begin in the most wonderfully unexpected way imaginable.
First tea,
Then…who knew?
We chatted for a while and I’m not sure whether I mentioned this already…
This Bull is a multimillionaire.
So yes…my first real sugar daddy had officially become a reality.
It was impossible not to smile at the thought. Life certainly has a funny way of surprising you.
We talked about business, travel and the experiences that had shaped our lives. He spoke calmly and confidently, with the kind of quiet assurance that often comes from age and success. There was no need for flashy stories or exaggeration – he had already lived them.
Eventually, I finished my mug of tea and place it back on the table.
I stood up and my Bull did the same. He placed his hands gently around my waist and leaned in to kiss me.
I kissed him back,
If I’m being completely honest, it did feel a little unusual at first to be kissing a man old enough to have lived an entire lifetime before mine had really begun.
The thought crossed my mind for only a second, though.
Because what stood out far more than his age was his enthusiasm.
He was clearly delighted that I was there. I could feel the way he held me, the warmth in his smile and the care with which he brushed his hands through my hair before letting them rest gently against me.
We continued kissing for a while and little by little the initial awkwardness disappeared.
It struck me that this date was unlike any of the others.
I, a married woman in my thirties, am standing here kissing a man in his seventies and it’s making my pussy incredibly wet. This is next-level sluttiness.
Then I pull of his jumper, revealing a vest underneath. I take that off as well. Next, I lift my dress over my head and slip it off.
“Wow! What beautiful lingerie,” my Bull says. “I love that.”
My Bull cups my tits, so I decide to take off my bra as well – he can’t seem to take his eyes off them. I lead him over to the bed and let him explore my body with his hands. Meanwhile, I undo his belt and slide his trousers down.
My Bull gently squeezes one of my nipples.
“Ouch!” I say, wincing. That was a bit too much.
“Sorry,” he says, immediately easing up and becoming much gentler.
My Bull gently strokes my body, and I realise he’s craving affection as much as anything else – the simple comfort of holding and being held.
I slip off his underwear and take his cock gently in my hand. My Bull lets out a soft moan and tells me it feels good.
Then I slip off my boots and my soaked thing, take my Bulls hand, and guide it towards my married pussy. He clearly like playing with my clitoris, I can feel how much it excites him and his cock grows even more aroused.
My Bull says he doesn’t want to climax quickly. He just wants to lie there, enjoy my pussy and take in every moment of being with me. When I give his thigh a light tap, he smiles and says it feels good, He tells me he wouldn’t mind if I were a little firmer. It seems that the more confidently I take charge, the more excited he becomes.
My Bull slips his fingers inside my pussy and feels just how wet it is. He tells me he finds bing with me, a young married woman, incredibly exciting. He takes his time, alternating between gently circling my clitoris with his fingertips and fingering my pussy deeply, clearly enjoying my moans. And all the while, I keep gently stroking his cock with my hand.
Somewhere in the middle of all this, I suddenly realized I had completely forgotten that my husband was probably already waiting for me in the car park.
That thought mead me smile.
Poor hubby.
There he was, patiently waiting outside, while I had become completely caught up in the moment.
My Bull’s fingers deep in my pussy, while stroking his old thick cock made me lose track of both time and everything happening outside the hotel room.
For a brief moment, I wondered how long he had been sitting there.
Then I laughed to myself.
Only in our marriage could one partner be patiently waiting in a hotel car park while the other was enjoying getting fucked upstairs.
If nothing else, our life is never boring.
We paused for a while because my Bull admitted he was getting a little too close to climaxing. He preferred to slow things down and save the excitement for later.
After a moment, he asked whether I fancied a glass of wine. “I do love wine,” I replied with a smile. He poured us both a glass and said that he enjoyed sharing a drink together. “Of course,” I said.
We clinked our glasses and took our first sip at exactly the same time.
Then, quite unexpectedly, my Bull leaned over to kiss me. As I kissed him back, I realized he had playfully shared a sip of his wine with me. “I thing that’s rather exciting,” he said with a grin.
I couldn’t help smiling.
It was certainly unusual, but I didn’t mind at all. If sharing a sip of wine this way made him happy, then I really didn’t see the harm in it. Although one thought did immediately cross my mind: Please don’t tell me you’re planning to share the entire bolt like this…”
Fortunately, it remained a one-off.
We laughed about it, took another ordinary sip from our own glasses, and carried on chatting as though it had been the most natural thing in the world.
“Did you bring any toys with you?” My Bull asked.
Not toys,” I replied, “ but I did bring some massage oil.”
“That will do nicely,” my Bull said with a smile. “I’d like to give you a massage.”
I told him that sounded perfectly fine and lay down on my stomach.
He picks up some massage oil and gently rubs it over my ass. His fingers briefly slide into my asshole and I find it incredibly exciting.
I take some massage oil as well and gently massage my Bull. This clearly excites him and he gasps softly in response. As my hands wander lower, he shivers with anticipation. My Bull is obviously enjoying every moment.
I give him a playful smack on the ass, then let my fingers slide over his asshole. I kneel beside the bed and gently guide him down onto it. Resting one hand lightly around the back of his neck, I can hear him moan with pleasure. I keep teasing him and his cock seems to become more and more hard.
Then I ask my Bull if he wanted to fuck my married pussy and fill it with his cum. He says he’d really like to fuck my young pussy.
When I lie back on the bed, I part my legs, giving my Bull full access to fuck and claim me. My Bull slides his thick cock inside my pussy and begins fucking me, slowly finding a rhythm that feels incredibly good. It feels unbelievably good and I never would have expected this seventy-year-old Bull to fuck me so well. I climax several times in his arms, while being fucked.
Then I can tell he’s about to come. I feel his cum squirting out of his cock and filling my soaking pussy.
My Bull tells me it felt absolutely incredible. He says he hopes he’ll get the chance to fuck me more often.
I walked into the bathroom to freshen up for a few minutes before getting dressed again. My Bull did the same, gathering his belongings and putting on his jacket. To keep things discreet, he wanted to leave the room first. We agreed that I would follow about ten minutes later.
Once I stepped out of the hotel, I called hubby to let him know I was on my way to the car. He already had been waiting for me in the hotel’s car park for quite some time.
My husband.
And somehow…I found that incredibly exciting.
As I settled into the car, my phone buzzed once more. A message from my Bull. He told me he had enjoyed the afternoon and hoped to see me again soon. I smiled. “Of course!” I thought. I’d be happy to let him fuck me again.
On the drive home, all I could think about was that my husband and no idea I’d just fucked a man who was even older than our own parents. I was still so turned on that I could feel the tension lingering in my pussy.
Unfortunately for hubby, this will remain my little secret. I’m afraid that if I tell him, I’ll never get to fuck this Bull again – and I want to fuck him again.
I can’t quite explain it, but the age difference turns me on so much. May be it’s because it’s something so unexpected – something society tends to see as unusual. But I loved it and it’s left me wanting more.
Back home, I retreat to the bedroom for a little while to be alone with my thoughts while fingering my pussy. I can still feel the cum of my Bull in my thong and pussy and the memory of the afternoon stays vividly with me. Before Lon, the emotions of the day overwhelm me. It had been the perfect combination: my older Bull, leaving my husband waiting in the car park and carrying a secret that belonged only to me.
I love this life and I know I wasn’t many more naughty adventures like this.