The bed still warm, where my husband lay. I’m without shame.
Next to me, his golf-partner, whose name escapes me, sporting eager manhood. Young, handsome. Habit-forming.
I crave them young, brimming with stamina, ever-ready. Irresistible.
I am beautiful, they say.
Though my body has seen better days. A gym membership, expensive surgeries, worthwhile. Otherwise, they wouldn’t visit in their numbers.
He pounds my cum-thirsty cunt, enthusiastically. His gushing seed, my fountain of youth.
I climax!
Young again! Restored!
Afterglow fading, only seconds later, I debate my upcoming. My Italian stallion gym-instructor. Lush.
Am I obsessive-compulsive, or just an old slut?
