Confessions of an Unfaithful GILF E-Book

Lexi Wood

• Herausgeber: Giselle Renarde
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

I hope you won't judge me too harshly when I confess what I've done. Young Dmitri came to rebuild our front walk while my husband was away. When he took off his top under the hot summer sun, how could I resist? Hard to imagine he'd give me a second glance, considering the difference in our ages. I suppose he knew, deep in his heart, that a younger man can learn a lot from a much older woman...

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I hope you won't judge me too harshly when I confess what I've done. Young Dmitri came to rebuild our front walk while my husband was away. When he took off his top under the hot summer sun, how could I resist? Hard to imagine he'd give me a second glance, considering the difference in our ages. I suppose he knew, deep in his heart, that a younger man can learn a lot from a much older woman...

Confessions of an Unfaithful GILF

© January 2021 by Lexi Wood

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Confessions

of an

Unfaithful

GILF

By Lexi Wood

I'll start by saying I'm not a bad person. Judging by my actions, you might call me an unfaithful wife. I suppose I can't argue with that. But is being unfaithful the same as being bad?

For forty years, I was loyal as they come. Married at nineteen, mother of three. A tiger in the sack. I was everything a man could ask for.

And then it happened: Fred couldn't get it up. Not just once or twice. Again and again.

When I was younger, I fell into that trap of believing older people didn't have sex. Now that I'm older, I know the truth—or, at least, the truth as it exists for me: I want sex as much as I ever did. The only problem is that my body doesn't get the message anymore.

As a young bride, I got wet just thinking about my husband. I wanted him morning, noon, and night. Even when we were exhausted after working all day and raising a family, we made time for nooky. We knew it was important. To the both of us.

It was only recently that Fred's little man started to fail him. I understood, of course. If it wasn't for the tube of lube on my bedside table, my body wouldn't be up to lovemaking either. I gently assured him that he only needed to visit the doctor. Ask for those little blue pills. Then our sex life could get back to normal and we'd be happy as clams.

Well, I'd never have predicted my husband's reaction. He said what went on between the sheets was private information, not the sort of thing he was eager to share with the medical establishment. Anyway, those pills cost money. On and on.

Every time I brought up the topic, the answer was the same: he wouldn't take those pills. No way, no how.

I don't want you thinking I gave up easily. The opposite is true. I tried with all my might to rouse his spirits. I tried with my hands. I tried with my mouth. I did everything I could think of to get a rise out of him.

Nothing worked.

After a few months like this, I realized I needed sex. More than I ever would have imagined. My body craved that familiar sensation of my husband's big body on top of mine. I wanted to feel his swollen member inside of me. I wanted him hard between my legs.

I thought I would never experience that pleasure again.

So I hope you won't judge me too harshly when I confess what I've done.

I've cheated on Fred.

There was no other way. That was my feeling. I needed to sense that vitality coursing through my veins. I wanted to feel alluring again, to know I could still attract a man.

The younger, the better.