My name's Sylvia, I'm now fifty four and since my accident I've become what my husband calls a slut. The accident happened eighteen months ago and I was hospitalized for five weeks, two of which I was in an induced coma. Afterwards I received aftercare help, but I couldn't tell anyone of my growing sexual needs. After three months of frustration and an overwhelming need to be fucked (My husband and I stopped having sex before my accident), I hired a male escort. In the two short hours I paid for his services, I had and learned more about sex than I had in the previous five relationships, including my husband.

It kick started my lust for being fucked hard, and I began to actively seek out younger men to have sex with. I'm not joking, I actually went out shopping, into libraries, swimming baths and a gym I joined, looking for young men to fuck me. At first I was coy about what I said and did, but as I began to get fitter and more confident, I'd just ask the men I fancied if they wanted a blow job. Some said no, but many more said yes. I might be fifty four now, but I'm a very attractive slim fit fifty four if I do say so myself.

The first young man (About thirty ish) who took up my offer, and got a blow job outside the library I approached him in. He was stood by a section leading to a group of books on sex. So thinking he might be in there looking for a cheap thrill, I simply asked him if he'd like his cock head polishing with my tongue. Although he looked shocked at first, he still followed me outside to my car. As he sat on the passenger seat, I took out his cock and sucked him dry within five minutes. Two days later I met him again at his home and spent an hour taking his cock down my throat and deep inside my aching pussy. Only after he'd cum inside of my pussy did he admit he was married. I never met him again.

From then on I made sure the men I had sex with were single, or in the process of divorce. And with each new encounter, I became more and more horny wanting a type of sex that gave me the orgasms I so desperately needed. It was a Sunday afternoon when my husband caught me having sex with a neighbor. He was supposed to be playing golf, but his game was cancelled due to illness of two of his playing partners. When he walked in on us, our neighbor Phil had his cock balls deep up my asshole and I was extremely close to orgasm. My husband watched me climax on Phil's cock and all he said was "I play golf when I want, suppose you fucking someone else is no different". Turning around he went and made himself a coffee. By the time he returned to the lounge, Phil was dressed, but I was still naked with his cum leaking out of my ass.

Now eighteen months on, my husband sometimes greets the men I'm going to fuck in our home, telling them I'll be down shortly. He often makes them a drink and tells them I'm one hell of a slut. A couple of times he's watched them fuck me, but mostly he goes out nowadays. Either playing golf or just to socialize with men who I no doubt see golf as a way of getting out of the house.

I still manage to attract men on my travels throughout the week, and only recently met a student who told me I was the hottest looking older woman he'd ever seen. We fucked in a park down by a grove of trees after I caught him trying to look down my top. He's a real geeky looking type of guy, but he's got the sex drive of a well hung sexual athlete. And the cock to match.

My husband and I haven't ever been as close as we are these days, and his approach to my liaisons is something I would imagine most men wouldn't or couldn't handle. And because of that, and many other reasons, I still love him very dearly. If he could offer me the sex I need, then I'd give up every one of my lovers. As he can't and accepts I need to be pleasured, I'll carry one fucking other men until I can no longer, or don't want to. Which could be sooner than I may have thought, as I've now discovered the delights of sex with a wonderful horny younger woman.