Chapter 1

Ed and I have been married for thirty years. He’s currently away on a business trip again, this time to Japan for two weeks. Ed goes away so often that he spends more time travelling than he does with me.

My name is Savannah. I’m 5’9”, weighing 146lbs, and medium to large boobs with a little sag, compensated for by a tight butt, long slender, toned legs, and shoulder-length brunette hair. At fifty-two, I’m in good shape while Ed is ten years older than me. I’m financially secure and live in an upmarket area of LA. I’m also a self-confessed cheating nymphomaniac cougar. Ed travels so much that I find it so easy to cheat on him, and have been doing so for the past ten glorious, illicit, sex-filled years.

My husband doesn’t know I cheat on him, and I’m the same. I wouldn’t know if he cheats on me, but I’ll bet anything you like he has a kimono-clad Japanese comfort girl by his side during the day that will provide after-hours work servicing his needs.

I have a strong penchant for virile young men and love nothing better than to pick up a young man from a bar, supermarket, hell, anywhere, bring him back to my place, and let him fuck me senselessly. They are putty in my hands, so easy to manipulate, eager to please, and eyes bulging as they take in my shapely form. I love their strength and stamina, quick recovery, and when they call me names like a cum dump whore or a cheating slut, I get off big time. I can’t get enough of a young man’s hard cock.

This evening’s attire is a pair of new, bright pink hi-cut panties with a deep v low-cut, matching push-up bra, a dress that finishes mid-thigh with short sleeves, zipped at the back in shimmering silver, a matching clutch bag, and the mandatory four-inch heels.

Tonight will be the same as usual. Hit the bar, pick up a randy young stud, and I rarely fail. I’m trying a different bar tonight, and not being laid for over a week. My libido is in overdrive. I’m desperate for some young stud to fuck me all night long.

The bar made a strong impression on me when I arrived since it was my first visit. Soft music played in the background, and ambient lighting created a warm, intimate, and seductive atmosphere. You could tell by the furnishings that it was upmarket, catering to a more genteel clientele. I ordered a glass of champagne and found a secluded booth at the rear. The seating was in a semicircle with high back and sides, soft velvet cushions, and a table that moved back and forth. I had an excellent vantage point, but also quite secluded, perfect for a romantic couple.

I spotted the young stud as soon as he entered. Tall, with blond hair, a chiselled face, a clean-cut muscular upper body, broad shoulders, his physique tapering in at the waist. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him and see him naked. He looked so yummy, oozing sex appeal, but a little older than those I usually prey on. Maybe early twenties, not the eighteen-to-twenty-year-olds I prefer. But earlier, I had missed out for over a week and wanted some action tonight. I needed a young cock in my cheating, wanton pussy.

He went to the bar, leaned on it, ordered his drink, and surveyed the patrons, particularly the mature ladies. I watched him intently, and I thought he looked like a guy that fancies older women, as he checked them out. What was he thinking? How easy would it be to get one of them into his bed? He looked my way, and I smiled at him. He smiled back, revealing perfect white teeth. His dazzling blue eyes pierced my inner soul, and I went weak in the knees as his eyes roamed over my body. Neither of us looked away. I was appraising him, and he was doing the same to me. Destiny called when he picked up his drink, came over to my table, and sat down, introducing himself as he did.