My partner had moved to the country. I thought I would never see him again but he rang and asked me to drive up and spend a weekend in a motel with him. It was wonderful, we made love and I lost count of the times I came. He had to leave the motel before I did, but as he was leaving he asked me to ring him when I got to Sale. I didn’t know what to expect but did as he had asked me. Little did I know it would be only the beginning of the most exciting time of my life. I pulled into MacDonald’s and assumed he would meet me. When I called him he gave me directions to a farmhouse. I could clearly see the house from the highway and turned onto the dirt road then into the driveway.

That night he cooked a lovely meal for me and I had a couple of drinks. He walked me outside and we stood on the verandah of the house watching the traffic on the highway. I was wearing only my short leather jacket against my skin, the rest of me was naked. Passion was running high and suddenly my back was against the verandah railing which ran round the house. He had tied my hands behind me and kissing me hard began to pull the jacket off my shoulders. I was completely exposed and could do nothing except come over and over again with my juices forming a large puddle on the verandah at my feet.

I was bathed in a soft light from the door of the house and anyone from the highway had full view of what we were doing. He showed me that night he could make all my fantasies a reality. This was only the start and it was incredibly beautiful and exciting. We have been together for over 3 years and he still surprises me making love having lunch whilst parked in a car at footy grounds or other public places. It’s addictive. If you haven’t tried it you should, and if you think you’re too old he is 63 and I am 51. We live life to its max.