I first started cheating on my husband maybe four years after we were married. As he is and engineer in the oil business it soon settled into him working away maybe 60% of the time. The loneliness of course led to me using dildo at first which seemed to ignite my sex drive.

I am 5 foot 6 and 129 lb with a pretty fit body so I couldn’t help but notice men, particularly younger men, looking at me in a lustful way. At first, I was just flattered but pretty soon my imagination became wilder, although I did nothing about it. One day changed all that however.

I was had just come out of a Victoria’s Secret and was walking past an arcade area but I couldn’t help by notice a young jock type guy eyeing me up. I immediately looked around and saw a bench just a few yards away. Without making it look too obvious I went and sat down purposefully placing my shopping bag with the Victoria’s Secret sign directly in his eyesight. With just the quickest glance I saw him looking at me even more intently.

While looking away from him I spread my legs and I calculated that from where he was he could see virtually everything. I was wearing crotchless tights along with a skirt that reached just above my knees.

I stayed in that position for a few minutes pretending to be looking for something in my shopping bag but I did have one quick glance up to see that he was still watching.

I was wondering what I could do to take it a stage further when I was shocked as I suddenly heard his voice.

“You certainly know the right shops to go to.”

I looked up with a slightly real look of shock on my face. I know this was what I had planned for but it still caught me by surprise. I quietly replied that I didn’t understand what he meant. He went on to explain that Victoria’s Secret only sold very sexy gear and that I was a very sexy woman.

With a genuine blush on my face I thanked him for his compliment and also said I was extra flattered because I was in my mid 50’s ( I was in fact 54 ) and he couldn’t be more than a teenager. Confidently he said that I looked no more than in my twenties and what did it matter as he was over 18.

I must admit I was a bit taken aback by his boldness but at the same time it turned me on and I was more than aware that I was wet, very wet. He confidently sat down next to me but not close enough to be touching. I asked him his name and he told me it was Danny before asking what my name was. For some reason that even I was surprised at I told him my name was Susan even though it wasn’t. Was I losing my mind?