A Line in the Sand - Older Women Younger Men Relationships

Their friendship grew over a couple of years. He started off as her teacher and then became her best friend.

Someone she could rely on, could confide in about the state of her marriage and the trials of dealing with her disabled son. A constant source of support, reassurance and personal affirmation.

He was single, a long-term batchelor who had a lot of female acquaintances through their shared hobby but apparently no intimate relationships.

He seemed more interested in competing with the other young men as to who had the best body, the most developed muscles, the most stamina, they would butt continually to establish who was the head of the Pride.

And then, one day, after she had driven him home, he leaned over and kissed her, before getting out of her car and walking up the path as if nothing had happened.

She hardly knew whether to return to class two days later. It had just been a peck on the lips. Not a proper kiss as such, but still an inappropriate action between a single man and a married woman.

And that’s how it started. The public displays of affection between them growing ever more intimate without actually going beyond the bounds of decency… except that she was married to someone else. His arm around her shoulders when he spoke to her, carrying her bag, helping to supervise her son, kissing her when he first saw her and when she left. Whilst, in private, after her son had gone into the house, his kisses became ever more passionate.

Their friends and colleagues noticed their burgeoning relationship, but said nothing. It was not their business. Newcomers watched… and then wondered when she mentioned her husband. But she didn’t care. This younger man made her happy. She felt loved and cherished in a way that the man whose ring she wore had forgotten. They no longer even shared the same bed. It was a sham of a marriage but, financially, she was unable to get out, especially with the worry of her son’s future.

So she stayed… and built a second life for herself, running parallel to the first.

Having Her Cake and Eating It Too.

But then her young man began to talk of a future together. Despite the fact that he had no money and no physical income, he dreamed of a life with her and her son as a family. She was becoming more and more dependent upon his affection but she knew that, before she took the ulimate step, made a decision that could change everything, she had to see whether they were compatible physically.

At first he was reluctant. She certainly never expected that when she first raised the subject. She worried that, whilst he enjoyed the intimacy of a superficial relationship, he wasn’t ready to commit to the sexual side because he found her body repulsive. She was, after all, almost a decade older than him.

They talked about it endlessly, without ever really getting to the bottom of why he didn’t feel ready to go to the next step but, without any warning, he suddenly changed his mind.

Screwing up her courage and taking it in both hands, she booked a room at a small hotel outside a nearby town. The rooms were like little chalets, separated from the rest of the hotel so no one could see who went in and out. She paid in advance with cash and called to tell him the room number.

Sitting on the bed in a lacy negligee, she ruefully surveyed the shapeless lumps of her body that it barely concealed and compared it to the mental picture of what a young woman would look like in the same outfit.

Her reverie was interrupted by the knock on the door. Swiftly, she walked across the room to let him in. His arms went around her and their lips met. Passionately kissing as he dragged off his shirt and jeans.

Clad only in their underwear, they fell onto the bed. Hands and tongues exploring. His excitement hard against her thigh. Taking the initiative, she divested him of his boxers and wrapped her palm around the largest erection she had ever encountered. Her mind panicked for a second, wondering if she could ever accommodate him, but then her body took over.

Sliding him carefully inside her, she felt the tip scraping against her cervix but she didn’t care. After so long without a man… and then to be rewarded with such a beautiful physical specimen, she endured and enjoyed as he moved inside her. She could feel the waves of passion coming further and further up her body. So close, so close…

… the release of the pressure as he unceremoniously withdrew and rolled off startled her.

She was sure he hadn’t come.

He sat with his feet on the floor and his back to her. Head in his hands.

Reaching out her hand to touch his shoulder, he shook her off.

And with no real explanation other than ‘I knew it wasn’t right‘, he speedily threw on his clothes, before leaving her alone in the room.

And that was it.

At class the following week, he was friendly but distant.

A line had been drawn in the sand and that part of their relationship was now over.

Leaving her with no idea why.