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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Life after my last encounter just carried on as normal. My husband told me if I ever wanted to be with another man I could. I did not need to cheat, I had his permission. For many years it was never an issue. My husband and I would talk about it in bed and he knew exactly how to tease my brain and my naughty streak. He would have me in bed on the verge of cumming and offer men to have sex with me if I kissed him passionately on the mouth. Nearly every time I gave in and kissed him passionately wanting it to happen making me cum immediately.
I changed jobs and was working locally. I was now 46. I still looked younger for my age and stayed slim. In the office, I worked with a younger, pretty, dark-haired guy aged 24 who was just a bit taller than me. It was very obvious, very quickly that he fancied me. He would use every excuse to talk to me and stare at me, He would spend lunchtimes with me. We chatted away about nothing and over time I liked him as well.
I can’t remember how it happened or the conversation but one day I ended up giving him my mobile phone number after he gave me a lame excuse to get it. I was flattered a 24-year-old would be interested in me, That very night, sitting in the front room my phone bleeps with a message. Let’s call him Andrew.
The message was just asking what I was doing. I replied and it went on for the next 45 minutes. All the time I played innocent. Then the next message was “what are you wearing”. I was feeling naughty at this stage. I told him in detail what I was wearing and gave full details of the underwear I had on. There was a pause in the messages. I gave his mind something to think about. About five minutes later I got a good night and a kiss. I replied with a single kiss.
The following day everything was the same. That night the messages began again. This time I was asked directly what underwear I was wearing. I told him in detail. I was surprised at the answer. He told me he was hard and he had been hard all day thinking about me and my underwear. I played all coy and asked what he had been thinking. I was getting aroused.
I caught my husband's eyes and he could just tell something interesting was happening and asked me what was going on. I handed him the phone. He read through the messages and said “he has it for you”. Then come the conversation. Did I want to go further with this guy? I thought about all the reasons why I should not. My husband undid my jeans and reached into my pants. My head was telling me to be sensible but my pussy gave me away. I was soaking wet. He began to rub my clit telling me how it was alright and he didn’t mind and it would be OK. Then the offer. Kiss me passionately if you want to have sex with this 24-year-old. No pause, no thinking time, I just kissed him hard and cum at the same time, sort of relieved at being honest about it and sexually excited.
For the next hour, my husband helped me flirt on the phone with Andrew. Teasing him. We flirted in the evening for the next three days.
Then came the big question. How did I feel about him and would I like to take things further? I think my reply surprised him. I said my husband knew (they had already met) and I could “meet”. The next few messages were just about reassuring him it was all OK and he wasn’t going to be beaten up by my husband. Andrew still lived at home so a solution needed to be found. Getting to the point, I agreed to meet him in our car at a suitable location on Friday that week after it got dark I can assure you I was very wet between my legs.
It was the main subject of discussion in bed with my husband. We were constantly aroused. I am sure many on here know the feeling of how sex feels all new and exciting again. Just like it was when it was in the beginning.
Friday arrived and I had a shower and got ready.
I was quickly wet between my legs and tingling. I am one of those who gets very, very wet. I wasn’t thinking straight. Something suitable to wear? I didn’t know. So I put on a black thong, a bra and a pair of black hold-up stockings. I slipped into a tight figure-hugging pair of jeans and a tight jumper. Sexy huh? I should have worn a skirt or a dress.
My husband and I walked to our car and he drove me to the location I was to meet Andrew. The plan was for my husband to take a walk but be near. I didn’t feel there would be any problems, it was just for reassurance. It was already dark.
I got in the back of the car and my husband went for the planned walk. I then messaged Andrew that I had arrived and was waiting for him. He did five minutes later.
Having got in, for the next 15 minutes, I had to reassure him that this was OK and my husband wasn’t going to do anything to him. He then began to relax. I wish I could, I was nervous.
I could smell soap that wasn’t mine, he had just had a shower too.
He asked if I wanted him to hold me and I told him I did. With us both in the back seat of the car I laid back in his arms and he wrapped them around me. I could feel he was already hard through his jeans and the bulge in my back. He told me how he had wanted this and whether I wanted it to. I told him I did. He began to kiss my neck, sliding his hands to my boobs and began stroking them over my jumper. Soon his hands went under my jumper and he pulled both boobs out of my bra cups and began gently touching my nipples.
I am an old-fashioned girl and like the men to lead in the bedroom or in this case the car. He pulled me around to face him and he kissed me gently. There was a caring feeling in that kiss. He asked if I wanted him and I nodded. I felt his hand go down to my jeans and he undid my jeans button and then undid the zip. I felt his hand reach in touching my stomach and then pushing down to my vagina and I felt his fingers reach my clit. I instinctively opened my legs as much as I could in my jeans to let him touch me. I was thrusting gently and instinctively against his hand. “Oh god, you’re so wet down there”. I smiled and nodded and said “I’ve been wet all day thinking about you” and then kissed him hard, pushing my tongue into his mouth. We continued kissing for a while. He pushed me up so I was sitting on the back seat with him next to me. He then pushed my legs open.
He reached into my jeans again and I felt first one then two fingers enter me. He then began moving his fingers gently in and out with me clinging on to him and kissing. It had been a while since another man touched me so intimately and I was fixated on Andrew my young lover. The touch of a new man is so very exciting and intoxicating.
He stopped kissing me and said, “do you want to touch it”. I nodded again. I am quite shy. That is why I like the man to lead.
In the dark I heard him unzipping his trousers. He then took my right hand (he was on my right). He then guided my hand into his trousers and said “go on then feel my cock”. I felt it straight away. He was very hard and wet from pre-cum. I carried on to see how big he was. He then said how big is your husband. I replied about five and a half inches. He replied, “I think we can do better than that”. He was right. He was big. I know it’s a cliché. But he was about 9 inches in length and thick. I began rubbing my hand up and down and felt him throbbing. I was wondering will this hurt? The kissing continued.
After about a minute he said “I really want you, I have for a while, you know I want you, do you want me” I nodded. He replied “you want to do it now” I nodded again. I told him I had condoms handed him one from the packet and told him to put it on.
I took off my jeans as fast as I could. I explained how I wore hold-up stockings for him as he might like them. I was sat on the back seat in just my jumper, bra, thong and stockings.
He leaned into the front footwell pushed the passenger front seat forward and knelt between my open legs I felt him running his hands up the inside of my thighs and to my knickers. He then pushed his face between my legs. I felt him pull my thong aside and his tongue licking my clit. Being impatient he then told me to take my knickers off, I did as I was told and I tossed them onto the back seat to be found later. At least it gave them a chance to dry out a bit. He pushed my legs again. He pulled my bum sliding me forward to the edge of the seat.
He then began to use his cock to explore my vagina. I was pretty excited right now. I was breathing fast and my clit tingled. I felt the head of his cock touching me and he began to rub my vagina up and down with it.
From the top of my clit to the entrance of my vagina, he was spreading my wetness. The poor car seats. I was making quiet whimpering noises as he rubbed himself up and down me.
He then pushed me onto my back across the back seat. He placed my left leg on the seat and my right leg on the floor. My head was up against the passenger door. He then lay on top of me.
I felt him reach down and guide his cock up and down me again to find where my entrance was. He then again asked if I wanted this and I panted yes and told him to be careful with me.
That was it. No more gentleness. He rammed his cocked straight into me hard and deep. I managed an “oh god” as I felt him stretch me open. He then just carried on fucking me just as hard and as fast as he could. There was no let-up, he banged away. I could hear and feel his balls hitting me and making slapping noises. He was kissing me passionately and at the same time, he was massaging my right breast. Andrew, this 24-year-old filled me like no other man has or since. I was panting and making a soft noise each time he pushed his cock hard in me! I remember telling him to fuck me.
The thing is, I liked it. I liked just being fucked hard. After about two minutes I felt him thrust his cock into me as hard as he could and hold it inside me pinning me down with his weight on me. I could tell he was cumming.
Now I liked how it felt with him fucking me with his cock. It was quite a sensation between the legs. But, faked my orgasm.
I did not want to make him feel inadequate. He reached down and pulled himself out of me wearing a condom filled with his cum. He slid it off and tied it up. We went back to our original position with me laying back in his arms and him touching and exploring my body. Sometimes my boobs, sometimes my tummy and sometimes my pussy with kissing in between. He would run his finger over my clit and then rub his wet fingers over me and into my mouth to suck them. He pushed my head down to suck his cock which made him very hard very quickly. I could taste his cum and the condom.
We were just making small talk and fooling around. We sat there for about 40 minutes and out of the blue with no warning, he said “ do you want to do it again?”. I was immediately panting yes, my tingling clit had come back and I was starting to get very wet again. I forgot young men can just keep doing it. I passed another condom that he insisted I put on him. He was rock-hard and looked massive to me. I was then thrown back on the seat again and my legs were opened up so he could lay on me.
Some routine. A bit of finding where my entrance was and then he just slammed his cock into me again. Fucking me hard and fast as that was what it was just fucking.
I loved it. I felt so naughty. So bad. So unlike me. I felt like I was being used just for his pleasure and I liked that feeling. So girlie.
This time he lasted about 6 minutes. Six minutes of total nonstop pounding. He then told me he was going to cum and I cum with him. Or so he thought. Fake orgasm number 2. Same again. He carefully reached down and carefully pulled out his condom-covered cock. My pussy felt like it had been in a boxing match. I reached down and it felt like it was gaping open and it would never return to its original tight hole.
That was the first time he fucked me. But we fucked (that was what it was every time) once or twice a week for a year. He would come to mine. He would fuck me on the sofa or the floor in the front room and sometimes in my marital bed. He never had a girlfriend during that time.
Due to a medical reason, I had to have a contraceptive coil fitted. Andrew then started cumming inside me as much as he wanted. I trusted him and I loved feeling his cum hitting my cervix. I did grow to have feelings for him.
We even got to spend some nights together where he would fuck me then we would fall asleep. He would then wake me up in the middle of the night and then fuck me again. He would then fuck me again in the morning. I would end up in the shower washing all the dried cum off my thighs and the fresh wet cum sliding down my legs. I loved that.
He fucked me from behind outside at the office Christmas party.
Once at work, he asked me for my knickers. That peaked my naughty steak and I went to the toilet, took them off and handed them to him when we were alone. He disappeared. He returned shortly afterwards and handed me back my now very wet knickers. He told me he had cum in them and wanted me to go and put them on. I went back to the loo and found them covered in his cum in the crouch. I slid them back on and returned. I was buzzing. Feeling his cum against my pussy. I wore them until I took them off that night.
Each time we were together he would fuck me hard (which I liked). But he never actually made me have an orgasm. Not once. I did come close the first time I let him cum inside me. Each time my husband would make love to me afterwards or at least most times. My husband provided for my needs and my young lover provided the exciting lust.
I am multi orgasmic anyone who has had phone sex with me will confirm. After a year he found a girlfriend and that was that. I would let him fuck me again if he ever asked. I think he will.
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