Well hi, my name is Lynne, I have just had my 50th birthday and I am now on my own. I am not after any sympathy I merely setting the scene. I was originally married at 17. That lasted just short of two years. Then I lived with Alan for many years, getting married in 2008 and then catching him out a few years later leading to another divorce. With Alan I had one child who has lived in Canada since 2011.
Because I had been with Alan so long I thought that was it, so discovering he had got a girlfriend was initially devastating and it all turned a bit nasty. Anyway he did do the slightly honourable thing and moved out, allowing me time to buy him out of the house. I have a good job but I’m not prepared to share what it is that I actually do for a living.
Soon after Alan moved out I happened to have a particularly bad evening with some alcohol fuelled self pity. The TV was crap and I ended up on google but not really wanting to watch video clips of stupid cats. For some reason I was getting even more morose thinking that it was Alan that mainly used the computer and that he probably used email on it to converse with his tart!
After I had yet again imagined how both Alan and his tart should meet their deaths, I suddenly thought about browsing history. I knew someone as careful as Alan would not have left any tracks but it was worth a try. I found that he had not deleted any history at all. There was the predictable run of porn sites but what was obvious was that he liked to look at dogging tubes and to read dogging stories.
Now I will be the first to admit that I thought people who engaged in dogging were very sad individuals and somewhat perverse but that didn’t stop me looking at the same video clips and reading the stories. I was more intrigued than turned on at the time and then I wondered if that bastard of an ex had ever been a participant.
Now I do not claim to be the guru of all things sexual and I admit I am probably fairly reserved when it comes to sex. I have had Alan’s cock up my arse and I have sucked on it but he has never shot his load in my mouth. I just don’t like the taste, or maybe I just didn’t like the taste of him. At this point I shall describe myself. Yes I know I am now 50+ but I have always looked after myself. I am on the lesser side of a UK12 but with problem tits. I have always had very large breasts. I am a 32H. I hate the bloody things and should I win that lotto they will be gone.