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She wondered sometimes where it was all going. The kids were becoming older and independent and her husband, well, older too. Also a lot more boring and set in his ways. So she kept herself busy, visiting the gy , keeping fit and enjoying the buzz after. She also enjoyed the fact she started fitting into the sorts of outfits she would wear in her early 20's, of course in those days guys her own age could barely keep their hands or eyes off her. Now, she wasn't interested in men her own age, and guys in their 30's? Not interested at her at all.
It came to her surprise then when a couple of the guys barely 20 at the gym ogled her. The same happened when she went out with her friends one night, she caught the eye of a very good looking guy only a few years older than her own son. The surprise continued when he joined her at the bar, flattered at his attention she let him chat him up, soon they were laughing and enjoying each others company. It was a few days later when they bumped into each other in a supermarket and he approached her in much the same way, friendly, a touch flirty, that she reciprocated, and suggested a drink. His acceptance and the spontaneity of it made her heart skip a beat. They shared their first kiss later that day, she hadn't been held and grabbed that way since her 20s.
Could she do this she wondered? They were both indulging their lust, nothing more, she rationalised. It was surely just physical for him right? Nothing more. Later that week she arranged to meet him at a hotel, where they first made love. He made her feel something he hadn't felt in years, desired, wanted, and he was patient in bed, enjoying his time with her, oh the orgasms...and after they would cuddle, content, comfortable. He knew to keep the conversation light, understanding this was for her an escape. He had lit something in her, she became much more confident, dressing to watch his has jaw drop, teasing him so he would grab her, tearing off her clothes, throwing her on the bed or pulling her to him. She couldn't remember when they stopped using protection but it was early on, forgotten in their desire and lust for each other. She occasionally caught herself wondering what would happen when it stopped as it surely would. And sometimes she fantasized about it being something more. One evening together in a city hotel, she acted out a new fantasy for them both "we are going to play a dangerous game" she said as she slowly removed her clothes. "I am very fertile. And I am very horny." She pressed her shapely behind into his bulging crotch. "its up to you. if you make love to me tonight I think I might become pregnant. Do you want to make me pregnant?". It was a game, but the ferocity of the love making after took her breath away.
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