I certainly didn’t expect to be writing this letter, but I can’t keep what happened to me on New Year’s Eve to myself any longer.

I’m a 65-year-old married lady, and I led quite an adventurous sex life when I was younger. It wasn’t until I turned 50 and got remarried that I decided I’d better cool things down and start acting like an adult. Things have gone well for my husband Keith and I, too, considering my sordid past. Being 15 years my junior, Keith is still young enough to give me a good, sound fucking several times a week, keeping me very happy. I’ve never felt the need to look elsewhere for sex like I did with my first husband.

We recently had a divorced man in his late 30s move next door to us, and whenever Keith wasn’t around, the man, Nathan, flirted with me shamelessly. He was friendly and a really nice guy, and I knew he was lonely, so I just brushed it off. I really didn’t think too much of it until Keith said one day that it looked like he’d have to start sharing my pussy in the near future. I told him it was just harmless flirting, but he told me to wait and see. He was a guy, he insisted, and he said that meant he knew when another man was after a piece of his woman.

Anyway, Keith and I always go to the local country club for dinner and dancing on New Year’s Eve. People don’t dress formally, but the ladies all wear nice cocktail dresses and the men put on nice slacks and button-down shirts. I’m still in pretty good shape for my age, and people tell me I look 10 years younger than my age, so I feel comfortable wearing stylish clothing that few women my age would even think of wearing, but I’m also very careful to never look trashy.

For New Year’s Eve, I chose a long-sleeved, full-skirted cocktail dress that was hemmed a couple of inches above my knees. The bodice was open just enough to show a hint of cleavage. I received numerous compliments from our friends when we arrived at the club, and that made me feel good. Cocktail hour was just starting, so Keith and I got a couple of drinks and walked around the room to chat with all our friends. We’d been there for maybe 45 minutes when I saw Nate, our flirty next-door neighbor, making his way over to where we were standing. I would never get upset at someone for a little bit of harmless flirting, and I greeted Nate warmly, as did our other friends. Shortly after that, they announced that dinner would soon be served, so we should all find our tables and take a seat. As luck would have it, Nate was seated at our table, along with our good friends Susan and Larry. The meal was simply delicious, and so were the drinks.

After dinner was over, the house band started playing, and I danced with my husband as well as several other friends before Nate finally asked me for a dance. I thought it was great when he acted like a perfect gentleman on the dance floor and the escorted me back to our table — and my husband. We were all having a great time, and I was quite impressed with how well behaved Nate was.

Around 10:30, my husband said he wasn’t feeling well, so he was going to go home and go to bed. I told him to give me a minute to grab my coat and then I’d be ready to leave with him. He said he didn’t want to spoil my night, so he suggested that I stay and have a good time with our friends. “Nate can give you a ride when the party’s over, can’t you, Nate?” he asked, addressing both me and our friend. I was a little bit miffed, since I knew he was setting me up by doing this, but I still didn’t think Nate was actually interested in me, so I saw no harm in it in the long run.

With Keith gone, Nate and I more or less became a couple for the night, and no one thought anything about it. We danced together often, with Nate continuing to be a perfect gentleman. Nate kept his eye on the clock, and as midnight approached, he insisted that we dance in the New Year, so we hit the floor for the countdown. I didn’t resist when he drew me close, and I was rather surprised when I felt his persistent erection pressing against my soft mound, sending tingles of desire shooting through my loins. His hands cupped the cheeks of my ass to pull me event tighter against his cock, and I felt my panties become damp.

I whispered, “You are being really naughty there, Nate. Now please get your hands off my ass before someone sees what you’re doing. I’m a respectable married woman, and I’d like to remain that way.”

Nate moved his hands up a bit, but he continued to press his cock firmly up against me, softly whispering, “I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. You are the sexiest older woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’ve been told that every man should experience being with an older woman at least once.”

“Well, that’s very flattering, Nate,” I told him, “but I think you’re forgetting that I’m married. And let me tell you right now that my husband and I have a very enjoyable sex life. I have no reason to cheat on him.”

As I spoke, the song we were dancing to ended and the countdown to the new year began. Everybody stood where they were and chanted as we got closer to midnight, and as the crowd roared out, “Happy New Year!” Nate leaned in and planted a searing-hot kiss fully on my lips.

He didn’t hold the kiss for too long, so I think it went unnoticed by those around us, but the moment he released me, I walked back to our table. I needed a moment away from him to gather my wits. I was anxious to get out of there before somebody caught on to what was going on or saw Nate touching me intimately or doing some other naughty thing. I finished the glass of champagne that I’d left at my seat and then told Nate he’d better take me home before I turned into a pumpkin. “But I need to stop in the ladies’ room first,” I told him. “Wait for me here.”In the bathroom, I realized that my pussy was quite wet, and I thought it must be true what they say about a leopard never losing its spots, because I immediately started thinking about how exciting it had been when I used to screw men other than my first husband, especially in risky and dangerous places like this. Despite my self-made vow to stop fucking around after I married Keith, I couldn’t deny my desire to fuck Nate.

Like most other club members, Nate had taken a cab to the party to avoid driving drunk. I was quite impressed that he had the foresight to do that at such a young age — well, young compared to me. We waited in the cab line with everyone else, and then he escorted me into the car we were going to share. It was a good half-hour drive back to our homes, so I snuggled up next to Nate to keep warm, as it was cold in the back seat. I knew he would take my snuggling up to him as a sign that I was giving in to him, so I wasn’t surprised when I felt his hand sliding slowly up my thigh under my dress only a moment later.I kept my thighs together, but I let them part just a little bit as his hand neared my crotch. I couldn’t suppress the low moan that escaped my mouth when his fingers traced the lips of my swollen pussy through the wet silk gusset of my panties.

He continued teasing my steaming snatch like that until the cab stopped in front of my house, and he didn’t once try to get a finger inside my panties. Nothing was said as he walked me to the door and followed me inside. There, he embraced me, planting a searing kiss on my lips while pulling my body tightly against his rock-hard cock once again. He started walking me back toward the couch, but I quickly stopped him, saying I had to make sure my husband was asleep, and then I’d be right back to him. I went upstairs and found that Keith was indeed sound asleep and not lying awake waiting for me to come in like I’d expected. I put my handbag on the dresser, took one last look at myself in the vanity mirror, and then started back downstairs to see if Nate would really fuck a woman my age or if he was just teasing me.

Nate was waiting right where I’d left him, and I called him closer and then led him down the hall to the guest room. Once there, he quickly stripped himself to the waist before I asked him to please unzip my dress. I could feel his hands shaking when he pulled the tab down, allowing the dress to slide down along my arms and reveal my full breasts, which were cradled in a lacy black bra. Matching black bikini panties covered my pussy, and they became visible a moment later as my dress fell down and pooled at my feet. Once he saw me in my underwear, Nate took off everything but his boxers.I walked into his arms and pressed my body against his as our lips met for another kiss. I could feel him release the hooks of my bra and watched the expression on his face when he saw my bare tits for the first time. His hands reached to cup both breasts, and he tweaked my hard nipples a few times before easing me over to the bed. I spun around in his grasp to pull down the comforter, then pushed my panties down and kicked them away. As soon as he released me to remove his boxers, I climbed onto the bed and lay down on my back to watch him.

His cock looked as hard as it had felt rubbing against me earlier, and it stood a good six inches in length. It was thick, too, thicker than my husband’s. I wanted to test him, so I raised and spread my legs, exposing the wet pink gash nestled in my curly pubic hair. I was very pleased to see his cock twitch when he lowered his eyes to look directly at my cunt. “Oh my God, that looks even better than I imagined it would,” he told me. “I’ve been dying to get myself a taste of that for a long time now,” he whispered.

He knelt on the bed and dove in to my pussy face-first. I was somewhat apprehensive at first since, but Nate was an enthusiastic pussy-eater, and he was damn good at it to boot. He quickly had me teetering on the edge of an orgasm, but he didn’t quite take me to paradise, so I was relieved when he moved up to mount me next.

I knew it wouldn’t take much of feeling his fat cock thrusting inside me to set off my first climax. I felt the blunt head of his cock probe my hairy outer pussy lips as he looked for the entrance to my slippery snatch, and then once he located the mouth of my vagina, he I felt him slowly ease his entire length into me. He slid it in, moaning softly in my ear as he felt my wet warmth envelop his manhood. I was closer to climax than I thought, and as he plunged all the way inside me, a strong orgasm rippled through my loins and I exploded the minute his balls came to rest against my anus.

He remained still while I clung onto him, enjoying the pleasurable sensations of my release. Then he began thrusting steadily in and out, using every inch of that beautiful cock of his to fuck me. Apparently the poor guy hadn’t gotten any ass since his divorce, because he erupted about the same time as my orgasm was over. I felt a warm wetness spread throughout my pussy as his cock spewed his come as deep in my body as was possible. He stayed in the saddle, resting and catching his breath. I was impressed that his cock remained erect inside my come-filled sheath. After a moment, he resumed fucking me again, and this time he really put the peter to me. He hammered my box like a drum, making contact with my clit every time his pelvis slammed into mine. This soon gave me a whole series of delicious orgasms that curled my toes and gave me exquisite pleasure. When he tensed up to come himself, I hugged him tightly and encouraged him to unload his balls into my cunt once more.

After dismounting, Nate held me close and told me how good it had felt to fuck me. It was obvious then that Nate was done for the night. Considering the performance that he’d just given me, I wasn’t surprised.The next morning, when my husband woke up, I told him about what had happened with Nate and he said simply, “I told you so.” I don’t plan to make cheating a regular occurrence again, but Keith has told me that I can fuck around with Nate whenever the mood strikes, as long as I promised that fucking my husband would always take priority. I had no trouble agreeing to that, and I fucked Keith right then to prove it.

I don’t know when I’ll see Nate next, but I’m sure looking forward to it!

B.A., Houston, Texas