”“Great! Talk to you later Cindy.”“You bet!” she said excitedly as she hung up the phone.Cindy turned and went back to her room, closed the ...door and sat on her bed. What had she gotten herself into she asked herself. Sliding across her bed she opened the drawer on her nightstand to retrieve the small box Henry had given her. She laid back on the bed, took the necklace out and lifted it above her, letting it twirl as it untangled. Looking at it she thought about Henry, the first boy she really. I lead an exceptional and strange sex life and it gets me off knowing that you read and enjoy them. This one is no different. Let me tell you that names in this one don't matter, just the actions. This past Saturday night (September 3rd) I was at a club in Manhattan. Once in a while I like to go to a rave club because I know so many people there and though I am 54 the people who are MUCH younger than me like hanging with me. I don't know if it is being a retired firefighter and all the stories. Her husband was out of town on a business trip and the house would be free of her boys as they'd both be at school. I threw all caution to the wind, being so starved for her passion. I arrived and she let me in. I told her I'd parked a couple blocks away as not to look bad to the neighbors. She told me she needed to shower and asked if I'd care to join her. How could I refuse? Here she was, a great looking woman in her late 30's. 5' 8", slender, with b cup breasts that stood proudly on her. He went up to them to introduce himself.“Oh hi Gary,” Charlotte said, “please sit down. Guys this is Gary who I was telling you about.”“Oh hi Gary,” said John. The younger blonde man said hi too.“You’ve met my husband John before”, Charlotte said. Next she pointed to the man who was sitting very close to her “and this Mike.”They both said hi to each other as Gary sat at the booth beside John and opposite Mike and Charlotte.“So is your wife away with another man tonight,” asked Mike.“No she.