Maggie, a Sex Life: Interview
Copyright© 2025 by MaggieSmith
Chapter 1
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Maggie, 57 years old, tells the story of her sex life which (to put in mildly) was wild and exotic -- and a lot of fun. Part one, with more to come.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual True Story Cheating Group Sex First Oral Sex Safe Sex Squirting Small Breasts Nudism
QUESTION: So, you are Maggie, the author of many sex stories on the internet?
MAGGIE: Guilty as charged.
QUESTION: Your stories portray a shy girl who grew up in Kansas and later became a world traveler and sexually loose and free. Are your stories autobiographical?
MAGGIE: Yes, much of the material in my stories is autobiographical ... I like to recall and write about my sexual experiences.
QUESTION: Let’s get right to the point about sex: how old are you now and how many men have you fucked?
MAGGIE: (laughs) You don’t mess around do you? I’m 57 years old and I have fucked around 40 men.
QUESTION: How about women? How many?
MAGGIE: Hmm. Let me count ... four, five, six. Six, I recall. But I’m not really bi-sexual. Four of those were in group settings in which everybody fucked everybody else. And the other two were masseuses I was paying. I’m not sure how you define “fucking” when it comes to women on women. Six woman have had their fingers inside my pussy and caused me to cum. Does that count?
QUESTION: I think that counts. So, when and how did you lose your virginity?
MAGGIE: It was a traumatic event for me. I was 18 and my first boyfriend and I were in the front seat of his car. I was very religious then and I was determined to keep my virginity until marriage. But we were both very horny. We masturbated each other two or three times a day and I gave him blow jobs when I had the opportunity.
But his dick never touched my pussy. That is ... until one late night we were mostly naked and making out in his car and suddenly his dick was inside me. I maybe enjoyed it too much for a minute, but I came to my senses and pushed him away and as he pulled out he cummed. Some of that cum may have ended up inside me, I don’t know, but I was scared that I would get pregnant. I wasn’t just afraid, I was hysterical. I had committed a grave sin and deserved to be punished by God. I broke up with that boy and promised God that if I didn’t get pregnant I would be chaste until marriage. And I was.
I didn’t accept that I had lost my virginity. It had just been an accident, to be forgotten. To this day, I don’t know. Does that count as having lost my virginity? What do you think?
QUESTION: Who am I to say? Virginity is a state of mind? Maybe? Who was your second man?
MAGGIE: My husband. I was 19. He was 26 and a preacher. I presented myself to him as a virgin. He was a very conservative evangelical preacher who, I realized much later, was not very smart nor successful nor a good lover, nor even a very good preacher -- although he certainly had a strong libido.
QUESTION: Explain “libido.”
MAGGIE: He fucked me every night. Does that explain it? Ha, ha. Well, except during my periods when I gave him blow jobs. He originally thought that blow jobs were sinful, but he changed his mind. Anything that feels that good, can’t be sinful. It was always the same. He climbed on, stuck his dick inside me, and cummed in about two minutes. He never asked me if I was enjoying it or what I might want to do. His mouth never touched my pussy. He wasn’t a bad man; he was loving in some ways, but he was boring and had no spirit of adventure.
QUESTION: Did you cum when he fucked you?
MAGGIE: Sometimes. I’m like Old Faithful -- the geyser -- I cum easily and often. I’ve learned to love that about myself. Many women don’t have that quality. I’m lucky.
QUESTION: So, how did you go from one man fucking you every night to fucking 40 men? And 6 women.
MAGGIE: I was a late bloomer. Real late. I said my husband fucked me every night, but I was away from home on occasion. When I was about 30 I went back to college and became a Certified Public Accountant. I developed a good business. I was cheap and efficient. I had to visit clients in other towns. When I was 33, I was in Kansas City to work for a client and I needed to stay overnight. I contacted a high school friend, let’s call her Sue, who lived in Kansas City. Back in high school, Sue had been a flamboyant wild child, while I was her mousy, quiet friend who liked math and wore thick glasses.
Sue suggested we go our for a night on the town and I agreed. I was restless. I had been reading sexy romance novels and dreaming of getting fucked by somebody other than my husband. I hadn’t had much fun in my life: too much duty, too little freedom. I had two children, a dog, a small house in a small town in Kansas. I didn’t want to leave my respectable life behind, but I was bored and ready to explore new things.
Anyway, to make a long story short, Sue and I went out to a bar and met some men and I got drunk, and ended up in bed with one of them. He was younger than me -- and, oh my God, did he fuck me good. For the first time in my life I had sex with someone who knew what he was doing.
QUESTION: More details?
MAGGIE: Well, believe it or not, I had never tasted alcohol before that night. I had two margaritas and I barfed in the parking lot of the bar. My hotel was nearby and the man, call him “Bill”, walked me home, accompanied me to my room, helped me undress, and put me in the shower to wash the barf off. And there I was, naked, with a man I had only met two hours earlier. Then, he lay me down on the bed and ate me, sucked my clit, to completion. I squirted when I climaxed. That’s the first time that ever happened. Water, whatever it was, urine or something, squirted out of me all over his face. I was humiliated. But he said, “I want to fuck you,” and he did. And then he did it again. And he spent the night and fucked me again next morning. I cummed about six times.
Imagine! A man wanted to fuck me after if I had gotten drunk, barfed, and then squirted all over him while he was eating my pussy. Me! A young, handsome man fucked me! I was a 33-year old near-sighted accountant with tiny tits and stretch marks on her stomach. Suddenly, I felt like a real woman, a complete woman, a woman who men desire, and one who cums like a fountain!
I loved it, but I was also terrified I would be found out. I was a preacher’s wife; I had a reputation to maintain; most of my clients were churches and religious organizations. They would fire me if a hint of scandal sullied my name. I could lose my family, my profession, many of my friends, everything.
It was a wonderful experience but, as I told Sue, not to be repeated. Ha! That was not a truthful statement. While one side of my mind was saying I could not fuck around, the other side of my mind was preparing to do so. I defined the limits of my infidelity. I pledged to never fuck without a condom. I bought a purse with a hidden compartment and carried three of them around with me at all times. I never fucked anybody my husband or my family knew, I never fucked anybody in my home town. I did not fuck my clients. I am disciplined as a person; I followed those rules for several years.
QUESTION: And your next adventure?