My story part 3 I was having a great time, my 50s were the b..
Added 2021-12-23 15:22:49 +0000 UTCMy story part 3
I was having a great time, my 50s were the best years of my life, without a doubt.
My husband, then partner, suggested I see men for fun. So I put an advert on a notorious dating site and watched the replies come in. I met a couple of men from there. Meeting in hotels and having fun in their rooms. It was good but not what I wanted to be honest. I found that rather seedy believe it or not. These men were married I’m sure, not that I have an issue with that, but I didn’t like their attitude of entitlement. One guy in particular his wife found out and she rang me very angry and upset as I am sure you can imagine. Any way he contacts me and tells me how crazy she is, accusing him of meeting women and everything. I had to point out to him that actually, yes he was meeting women and his wife wasn’t crazy to accuse him of the very thing he was doing. He was bloody crazy if you ask me. He was actually he became a bit of a stalker. Leaving big bouquets of flowers on my doorstep early on a Sunday morning, sending postcards of rubenesque women saying they reminded him of me. I wouldn’t mind I was much slimmer then.
Anyway to get back on track. One guy I met was into wrestling and wanted to know if I would do it, he had just lost his latest Mistress and was looking for another. I met him in a hotel bar and we chatted about it and I said I’d give it a go. We left for my house and when we arrived I set up the living room floor for a wrestle, in other words I moved furniture. So we set to having a good old roll around the floor with me getting him in some good scissor head locks etc. It was good and I enjoyed it, no sex just rolley polly on the floor. I was worried I might break something though. You know, at my age an all.
When we were done we had a cuppa, as you do. And he gave me £80. Thank you very much, don’t mind if I do.
