I dropped cards through the letter boxes of a hundred houses in the affluent area of the city expecting, at the most, one or two responses. They look fully authentic and professional and offer mature ladies a financial reward for partaking in a survey of suburban sexuality via a face-to-face interview with a psychologist. Confidentiality guaranteed.
The contact phone number is my own.
Several weeks elapse before I get a call. The female caller is shy and hesitant but tells me her name is Ann and that she’s interested in the survey and asks for more information. I tell her that I’m writing a thesis on sexuality among mature women and need as many interviewees as I can find. I mention that it’s been very difficult to find ladies willing to share their intimate lives hence the offer of a fee paid in cash. I advise her that I would be the one doing the interview and warned her that it would be quite intimate and explicit. I told her that several women whom I’ve interviewed found the experience very liberating and rewarding. I’m sure Ann was interested even before I mentioned that the fee was five hundred pounds but that clinched it and we agreed on a date for the following week.
It’s only 10 am when I arrive but already it’s sunny and warm. Ann is wearing a light summer dress and looks lovely. She leads me to a living room and I admire her figure and notice that in a certain light I can make out her white bra and panties through her dress. Her legs are bare and she has light sandals on her feet. I decline the offer of a drink but assure Ann that I fully understand her need for an iced G&T to calm her nerves.
I get the fee payment out of the way before we chat. I switch on my recorder before asking some basic questions. Her age, how long married, any children, last holiday, social preferences, etc.
Ann sips her drink and relaxes. Then I ask her to rate her sex life on a scale of one to ten. If she’s disturbed by the change of tack she doesn’t show it but she thinks carefully before answering.
‘I’d say a three, certainly no more than a four.’
‘How often do you have sex?’
‘Once a week at most’
‘Describe the last time you had sex.’
Ann laughs and tells me the last time was the same as the previous hundred times. ‘In bed, lights out, John comes to bed after me, turns me onto my back, lifts my nighty, and spreads my legs. If I’m lucky he might finger me before he mounts me but then it’s five minutes of thrusting and it’s all over. I never climax. I go to the bathroom to clean up and by the time I get back John’s fast asleep.
‘Would you like a more satisfying sex life?’
‘Yes, of course. I’ve tried to talk to him about my needs but he’s a closed book I’m afraid. Things are so set now that I just accept it.’
‘Looking back was there ever a time in your life when you had a great sex life?’
‘I don’t know about great, but I did enjoy my late teens and early twenties, and the first few years of marriage but then it just faded away.’
‘When did you lose your virginity?’
‘I was eighteen believe it or not, quite old by today’s standards. I went on a caravan holiday with my mum and dad. The family in the next caravan had two teenage boys. Mum and dad got on well their parents and I hung out with the lads and enjoyed seeing the bulges in their shorts when I wore my bikini around them. One evening the grownups went off to a show at the on-site club. None of us kids wanted to go so they left us behind to amuse ourselves. And boy, did we amuse ourselves. They both did me, twice, with condoms on. I loved it and I loved it later in the week when they taught me what oral sex was all about.’
‘Did you enjoy being with two men, being watched having sex?’
‘Yes I did, it was very erotic but that was the only time I ever did it.’
I noticed that Ann’s nipples had hardened and were obvious through her bra and dress. She was also more relaxed about how much thigh she was showing.
Ann led me through her various relationships over the years before she got married then I asked her if she’d ever been unfaithful. She was silent for a while and took a sip of her drink before nodding.
‘It was with a colleague at the office Christmas party. We’d all been having a good time and there was a lot of flirting and I got the urge for sex. I headed for the ladies to do something about it when I was intercepted by a man twenty years younger than me. He asked if I was ok and I was so pissed that told him I was fine and just needed an orgasm. He laughed a bit before he realised I was serious. He grabbed my hand and I let him take me down to a storeroom just off the basement car park. I was bent over a table, skirt up, knickers off, legs spread before he even got his cock out. Then he was in me and oh my god, I thought he’d rammed a wine bottle up me he was so thick. I hung onto the table as he pounded me and it was just what I needed. I came and my pussy squeezed his cock and he unloaded in me, so wet and hot, I came again. Then he pulled out, picked up my knickers, wiped his cock on them and put them in his pocket. I wiped up as best I could and I spent the rest of the evening with his spunk dribbling down my legs.’
As Ann recounted this episode there’s no doubt she was massively turned on. Her face and upper chest flushed red, her hand shook as she put her glass to her lips and I’m sure it was taking all her willpower not to put a hand between her legs.
I asked if she’d seen him again after the party. ‘Yes, maybe a dozen times over the next few months whenever we both could take an afternoon off work. We worked in completely different departments so no one ever became suspicious.’
‘Did you feel any guilt about it?’
‘No, not really. I wasn’t getting much cock at home at the time and it was just sex, nothing more. He was really good in bed; always satisfied me and he introduced me up to a few new things.’
‘Would you care to elaborate?’
‘Sure,’ said Ann as she topped up her glass. ‘The first time we went back to his place we were having our second fuck, I was riding him, really grinding on his thick cock, I felt him spreading my bum cheeks and fingering my hole. At that time anal was a complete mystery to me, but I liked what he was doing. Then I felt something probing me there. I looked over to the dressing table mirror and saw he was pushing a glass dildo up my bum hole. It was so erotic watching myself fucking him while he fucked my bum with the toy.’
‘Did he ever fuck your bum?’
‘God no! He was far too thick. He wanted to and I let him try once, but even with lots of lube it hurt and I stopped him.’
‘So what else did he do that turned you on?’
‘One time after we’d fucked I went to the bathroom to pee and when I got back he was lying on the bed wearing my knickers, the ones he’d kept after our first fuck. I remember they were red satin with black lace trim and his cock made a huge bulge in them. I jumped on the bed and straddled him. I took hold of his bulge and rubbed on my pussy until his spunk oozed through. It turned out he had a fetish about ladies’ lingerie and had a nice collection. The next time we met he came here straight from a meeting at work and when he took his suit off he was in white lacy panties and tan thigh highs. He kept them on when we fucked and he was awesome that day, he pounded me for a couple of hours. I’ve been a fan of men wearing lingerie ever since.’
‘Was there anything else he introduced you to?’
‘Just little things really. He bought me some nipple clamps and a butt plug which I love. Then there was tit bondage, snowball kissing, pee play, and spanking. We packed a lot into our few months together.’
‘Do you still see him?’
‘No, he moved to another job for a lot more money. We said after our last fuck that we’d keep in touch and try to get together occasionally but we never did.’
‘A few quick fire questions to finish up if you don’t mind. Favorite word for your vagina?’
‘Cunt’
‘Shaved, trimmed or natural?’
‘Always trimmed, sometimes shaved’
‘Do you sunbathe topless?’
‘Yes’
‘Can you climax from nipple play only?’
‘Yes, on a good day.’
‘Do you ever go without knickers under a skirt?’
‘Yes’
‘Have you ever “accidentally” flashed your cunt?’
‘Yes’
‘Have you ever had sex with another woman?’
‘No.’
‘Would you like to?’
‘No.’
‘Have you experienced group sex?’
‘Only when I lost my cherry but I’d love to do more.’
‘How often do you masturbate?’
‘Most days.’
‘Fingers or toys?’
‘Either or both.’
‘Are you noisy when you cum?’
‘Whenever it’s possible, yes’
‘Well, that’s it. Thank you, Ann for being so frank and honest. It’s been really helpful. One last thing. Everyone who completes the survey will be entered into a draw and the one pulled out will have her most erotic fantasy become reality. What would yours be?’
‘I’d love to be the only woman at an orgy. All the men would start off wearing lingerie and they’d all fuck me into a quivering cum drenched wreck. And I’d want John there to watch and take part by fluffing the cocks and sucking them clean. At the end he can lick me clean before he mounts me. All the men who can still get it up can fuck his arse while he’s shagging me.’
‘Thank you, Ann. That’s brilliant. I hope you win.’
I stand to leave but Ann remains seated. She crosses her legs and asks, ‘You’re not in a hurry are you?’
