Part 1: Linda Speaks

I was so confused after my husband cheated on me. I decided to go live my own life. I went on the Internet and started flirting with different men. Like many women, I have sexual fantasies too. I never lived any of them out; after all, I was a married woman with a family and now even a grandmother.

One thing I forgot to mention is my ex-husband cheated on me most of our marriage. It came out during our divorce. I know that a lot of readers didn't think much of me for going on with my life the way I did. I decided to just test the waters and find out if the sexual life was for me before I got much older.

Those who read my story know that I ended up having sex with a mature man named George. We spent a night of romantic sex and I really liked it. I felt wanted and alive and at the same time a little slutty.

We ended up the next evening taking in an adult show. We met another couple sitting near us. George asked me if I would be interested in going out with the other couple after the show. He said he would talk with them if I was interested. Of course, I said yes and the couple agreed to drinks and maybe a little dancing.

I was wondering where this evening would lead. Would I have my first ever threesome or even a foursome? Or maybe have my first time with a woman. Time would tell. I finally was able to be my own person and make decisions that would affect me. I now had my freedom to choose. I hoped it would all work out for the best.

I was wrong! It was a horrible experience. Dan and Kelly were nice enough people but I found out the lifestyle just wasn't for me. I was pretty intoxicated by the time we got up to our room. It just wasn't me; I was never one to get intoxicated and there I was standing in a room with two men staring at me while another woman undressed me.

All I could think of was that I was a slave in the olden days and was bought by these two men. This woman was to strip me and make me a servant. It just didn't feel right having another woman squeezing my breasts and putting her fingers in me. It wasn't at all the tenderness I expected from another woman in my fantasies.

She laid me on the bed as the two men George and Dan started feeling up my body. I kept telling myself to give it a chance, this is what I wanted, that it was the new life I chose. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else. It wasn't working. Kelly was sucking on my tits and her husband Dan was fucking me.

I opened my eyes and there stood George with his cock out ready to feed it to me. I opened my mouth to speak and George pushed his cock into it. God, this was horrible. Dan wasn't tender or loving. He just plowed his cock in and out; it hurt. I felt almost like a rape victim. I let these three people use and abuse me. George's cock was going a mile in minute in my mouth. I would nearly gag every time he pushed forward.

All I could think of was my big mistake in thinking this was the life for me. I just wanted the two men to cum and just get it over with. I couldn't really blame them. I had asked for this. I knew right then that it wasn't the life for me. I just wanted it to end.

Dan pushed forward hard and shot his load in me. It hurt like hell. It was nothing like the fantasies that I had dreamed up. I knew my pussy was bruised. George came and I choked on his sperm. I started coughing when he quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth. I pushed Kelly to the side and got up to run to the bathroom. She was still sucking on my tits; sucking on one and squeezing the other. It wasn't anything like I expected. I felt like my tits had been mauled.

I got up too quickly and fell over. George helped me up and looked at me as I staggered into the bathroom. I threw-up and then just sat on the toilet and cried. I could hear the men and Kelly outside the door.

"I think she drank too much," I heard Dan say.

Kelly told them to forget about me. She was theirs for the taking. I turned on the shower and got into it. I wanted to wash away the mistakes I had made. I knew that the wild life wasn't me. I had read too many novels about love and romance and that's what I had wanted but instead I was a slut for other people.

I ran water in the tub after letting the shower run for a while. I just laid in it till I heard Dan and Kelly leave. I didn't want to face them. My embarrassment was just too strong. George knocked on the door of the bathroom and asked me if I was okay. I told him that I would be right out. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. Since I didn't have any clothes in there with me, I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door.

"Are you feeling better, Linda?" asked George.

"George, it was horrible. This wasn't at all what I had expected. I'm sorry, but I need to leave."

"I thought it was what you wanted. To experiment and enjoy new sexual experiences," replied George.

"I thought so too, George; but I was wrong. I'm not blaming you. It just isn't the life for me and I realize it now. I'm so sorry but I must go."

George tried to plead some more with me but I had to leave. I had to put this in my past. I went ahead and drove home that night. I decided I needed to make some major changes in my life. My daughter and her husband were moving to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania the following month. I decided to get away from my old life and start fresh in Pittsburgh also. My daughter was so happy to know that I would be there to see my grandchildren.

I moved a couple of months later and got a job as a medical receptionist in a large doctors' complex. I was happy with the new me. I didn't date much but I spent quite a bit of time with my grandkids and I still had my freedom to make my own choices.

One day a younger man came in who worked for a pharmaceutical company. He must have been in his thirties. He was good looking and was a real gentleman. He would stop by about once a month and on his third visit, he asked me out.

I knew he was a little young for me but I didn't see anything wrong with going out with him; after all, I had the freedom to choose. We went out and had a nice dinner and he complimented me over and over, telling me all the sweet things a woman likes to hear. The only advances he made was a kiss goodnight. The following month he asked me out again and we took in a movie. Again, he only kissed me goodnight.

I was falling for him in a romantic way. Not love or anything like that but it was just nice being treated like a lady. He lived in Philadelphia and was still single. Every time he was in town he took me out. I looked forward to seeing him. The following month we went to dinner and dancing. I had a couple of drinks and he took me back to his room. It had been a long time since I had been with a man now. I wanted to be made love to and Barry did just that. The sex was good. He seemed gentle and loving and always waited for me to come. Every time he came to town, he romanced me and we had sex.

I told him a little about my life and that I had tried to be outgoing sexually but it just wasn't me. He joked and told me I probably just was with the wrong people. He laughed and I never gave it another thought.

About six months had passed and he told me he had a surprise for me. I had no idea what it might be. He told me he had tickets for a cruise to the Bahamas and wanted to know if I would go with him. I didn't care about our age. This good-looking man wanted to take me on a romantic cruise. He even told me that some of his friends and their spouses and girlfriends were going also. I was finally going to meet some of his friends.

I talked it over with my daughter who had never met Barry.

"Mom, if it's what you really want, go for it. I can't say that I'm not a little worried but you've always been a sensible woman. So, go and have fun; God knows you deserve it."

She never knew about that temporary loss of my senses that I was able to live through. I do have to say that I was a bit worried or skeptical about the situation, but Barry showed me the tickets and I talked it over with my employers and got the time off.

All I had to do was take a short flight to Philadelphia and meet Barry at the airport and we would be flying together to Florida where we would be picked up and taken to the cruise ship.

The flight with Barry to Florida was fun and I had a chance to meet several of his friends. They seemed nice and Barry acted like he was proud, like he was showing off. When we got to the ship, the room was nice with a good-sized window giving us a view of the ocean. Just having that window made the room seem bigger. There was a single, full sized bed that took up a lot of the space. It looked like Barry and I were going to be quite close!