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We meet him at the hotel. He calls just as we are getting out of the truck to say that the bar he thought was inside is now closed, and would we want to go to a nearby restaurant to meet? As we talk, I see him walking towards us. He looks tall, and when he stops in front of us I’m surprised at what a young face he has. Handsome, for sure, but young. He’s 25 years old, to my nearly 39, and looks almost like he could be even younger. Am I really ready for this? I wonder.

We follow him to the restaurant and sit in the bar. One long island, one crown & coke and one tangeray and tonic. I ask him what he does for a living because he’d mentioned being out of town early in the week. Industrial electronics repair, he says. Not what he wants to do, but it pays the bills. As he speaks, I study his face. Still a slight hint of the boy he used to be, not quite the man he’s going to be. He’s so young… I’ve been with my husband for almost the entire span of this guy’s life. It makes me feel hot and dirty at the same time. He asks about our careers in return, and we tell him. I ask him where he goes to school, what he’s studying. He wants to study psychology, he says. I tell him that is what my degree is in, and ask what he wants to do with it. He’s not sure, so I warn him to research universities well.

We talk about the music we all like, driving, and life in general. And we have a great time with him. I can imagine just hanging out with him and even forget sometimes how young he is. He’s funny, well spoken, seems a little shy about his situation in life but he’s young still and shouldn’t worry about it. As we talk, I find excuses to softly touch his leg or shoulder. He and I each order another drink. And then we talk about our private times. We explain that we’ve been with another couple before but never just a single man – and not to the extent we have in mind now. He tells us that he’s had a bit of experience but not much. “I guess you could say we’re both novices,” he says with a smile.

He excuses himself for a moment and gets up. I notice that he leaves his keys. At least he’s not bolting for the door, I think to myself. “What do you think?” my husband asks.

“Yes,” I say. “I like him.” He comes back and sits next to me again. My husband pays our bar tab, and this guy reaches into his wallet. I touch his hand and shake my head…it’s our treat. “So…do you want to go back to the hotel?” I ask.

“Definitely.”

That one word, spoken with the tiniest hint of a sexy smile, lights a spark within me and I am immediately ready for this night. We walk back to our cars and follow him back to the hotel. My husband goes in to get the room. I see our new friend walking towards the hotel, so I beep the horn and put down the driver’s side window to motion him over.

“He went in to get the room,” I explain. “We’ll give you one of the keys and go in. You follow in a couple minutes.” He says ok and turns away to finish his cigarette. Then he turns back, rests his arms above the door and looks in at me.

“You look beautiful,” he says. His voice is deep yet soft, his smile both sweet and sexy – and the spark turns into a flame.

I hope he can’t see me blush in the dark as I thank him. I tell him that he can get in the truck to wait instead of standing outside. With a smile, he gets into the driver’s seat. We chat a little bit and then I turn to face him, leaning in. Our lips meet in a soft kiss, but it quickly gets deeper. His tongue rubs mine; his hand cups the back of my head while the other softly brushes over my cleavage. And then he kisses my throat in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. Strong, as if he’d devour me, sucking and nipping my flesh. If he keeps this up, I might straddle him right here.

I pull back with a sigh and a smile. My husband comes back with the room keys and says that we’ll park in back. Our new friend follows us back and says he’s going to have another cigarette. Hubby and I go in the room first and I settle onto the edge bed. My husband settles into a chair in the corner. A couple minutes later, we hear the click of the door lock and he comes in. A little small talk as he put his keys, cigarettes and the room key on the dresser. Should I stand up? Pull him towards me?

He answers my unspoken questions by sitting next to me and kissing me as deeply as he did in the truck. I can taste the cigarette on his lips and am surprised that it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it kind of excites me. We slowly lay back on the bed as his mouth finds my neck once again. Damn…how long has it been since a kiss like this excited me so much. I want to beg him to never stop. He kisses the tops of my breasts and then slowly pulls down my neckline and bra. His lips come back to mine as he gently squeezes my tits, teasing my nipples slightly before leaning down and taking first one then the other into his mouth. He sucks each nipple, flicking his tongue over it. His hand moves down my body, over my thighs and then under my skirt. I part my legs. His mouth comes back to mine as his hand rubs firmly against my panties. I moan against his mouth.

Oh, how I’d love to teach him the art of the tease, I think. I have no doubt that he’d be an excellent student. He’s young and eager and uses a bit more force than I am used to. But he’s oh so yummy and I don’t want him to stop. I pull up on his shirt, wanting to feel his chest. He rests on one arm and, with my help, uses the other to pull his shirt over his head. I toss it up onto the pillows and pull his mouth back to mine as I run my hands down his chest, grazing my nails over his nipples. He’s not hairless, but he doesn’t have a lot of it either. His skin is so smooth, soft and cool to the touch. Not the skin I’ve caressed for the last 22 years.

He settles between my parted thighs and rubs against me as we kiss. His jeans are rough on the skin of my thighs, but it excites me more, as does the feel of his bulge pressing against me. He somehow manages to take off his watch without breaking the kiss, and I hear it drop onto the bed beside me. It’s a move that seems practiced yet natural. I’m turned on even more.



He pulls my skirt up higher, and begins to kiss down my body. I’m almost horrified as he kisses my belly, soft and not toned after having two kids. But he doesn’t seem to mind and lavishes me with attention as if I am the most beautiful woman he’s seen. He kisses and licks my thighs, and drops down to the floor. He pulls my thong to the side and I gasp as his tongue slides over my clit. He puts his hands under my thighs and lifts them onto the bed. He doesn’t stay in one spot long enough to do much more than tease me, and I want to direct him…but don’t want to offend him. And besides, it feels good anyway. But, oh how I’d love to cum with his sweet mouth on me.

I feel his other hand caress my pussy lips and then he slides one finger up inside me. I moan as he works that finger in & out while licking my clit. I feel him adjust his hand and then the pressure of another finger sliding in. And then a third, which makes me groan loudly. It hurts, but in sort of a good way. He moves them in and out slowly, pressing in firmly as his tongue flicks and sucks at my clit. He continues to fingerbang me but moves his lips to my other thigh, then my calf, before coming back to my pussy. I moan as he licks me, wanting to beg him to stay in one spot. His hand caresses my thigh gently and then grips it tightly; tight enough to cause pain but not so much that it’s unbearable.

I let him continue this until I decide that orgasm is just not going to happen for me. Not that I mind; I’m difficult to make cum. That sort of expertise comes with practice. So while I’d hoped to have a mind blowing orgasm, I wasn’t exactly expecting one. I pull him up over me and kiss him again. His profile said he could make out for days and I believe him. His kisses vary from gentle and teasing to hungry and crushing. I run my hands down his body and reach for the waist of his jeans. He lifts his body enough for me to grab the thick leather of his belt and then unfasten his pants. I slide my hand between his jeans and his soft boxer shorts. His mouth continues its sweet assault on mine and I hear him give a tiny whimper as my hand moves over his hip to the front of his body. I reach deeper, wanting to feel what I’d only seen in pictures. His soft moan tells me that I found it as I wrap my fingers around a thick shaft.

I stroke him slowly as we kiss, and then gently push him away. He stands up and lets his jeans fall to the floor. There he stands before me wearing only a pair of boxers…with the largest hardon that I’ve seen.

“Is that for me?” I ask. He chuckles and rests his hand on the back of my head as I pull the band down. Shit, I think…I’m not sure I can do this. But I try any way; and take the head between my lips. It’s large and smooth. As my body slips off the end of the bed to kneel in front of him, and my lips slide down the shaft, I’m shocked to find that I can take more into my mouth. My lips slide up and down his cock as I suck slightly. He sighs and moans as my hands caress his balls. His hands tangle in my hair and I feel him gently guiding my head, pulling me slightly deeper each time. I let him until it reaches my limit, then pull away and run my tongue up the underside of his shaft, and swirl around the head, looking up to meet his gaze before sucking it back into my mouth. I feel his body shift and hear him open a condom.




He pulls me up to lay on the bed again and flips my skirt up before reaching for my panties. I stretch my legs into the air so he can slip the thong off. As he rolls the condom onto his rock hard cock, I struggle out of my bra. He leans down and sucks on my nipples as I spread my legs to let him in. I feel him guide the head against my pussy lips and then I give a deep moan as he presses it’s thickness inside. Never have I ever had a dick this solid in me; and it feels both strange yet incredible. Filling me completely as it plunges into me over and over. I meet his thrusts, feeling him deep inside me. He alternates fucking me first slowly and deeply, then fast and deep. I never have a problem matching his rhythm.

He rises up on his hands and looks down at me, giving me a heavy lidded smile. I can tell he’s enjoying this as much as I am. I turn my head to look at my husband watching, enraptured, while stroking his own cock. We give each other a grin…this is what he’s been fantasizing about, and this is much more enjoyable for me than I’d expected it to be.

I gently push my young lover away and roll over onto my hands & knees. With my legs spread, he guides back into me and I groan out loud. Damn but this feels awesome. He fucks me from behind, gripping my hips to yank me back against him. I flip my head up and see my husband’s gorgeous cock in front of me, and shift towards him. The man behind me has no problem moving with me so I can give my husband head. I suck on him for a short while, but find it hard to focus with the railing that I’m getting. He accidently pulls out a bit too far and I take that opportunity to pull my legs together. When he slides back into me, the sensation is different for him and I delight in his moan. I reach back for one of his hands, guiding it to my hair. The position alone forces him to fuck me harder, and I moan loudly as his other hand grabs a handful of hair.

“God yes,” I pant. “Oooo, fuck that pussy!” He gives a half-chuckle/half-moan and plunges into me as far as he can over and over.

I want to feel him again, so I move away and roll onto my side. He instead presses me onto my back and mounts me again. He’s thrusting into me deeply, our moans joining. My hips rock against him, fucking him as much as he’s fucking me. I look to my husband as he turns away to cum. I run my hands up this guy’s back, into his hair and against his face, turning it towards me so I can kiss him again, and I feel the sweat running from his forehead. Bless his sexy, young heart…this guy is working so hard to give me everything he’s got. I want so badly to give back to him.

“Is there anything you want?” I ask in a whisper.

He smiles. “I just can’t really cum with a condom.” But he doesn’t stop until I press him away.

“Go ahead and take that off,” I instruct. He strips the condom off and tosses it to the side and I gently push him to lay back on the back. I straddle his thigh and take his cock back into my mouth. Sucking him hard and deep, I hear his moans grow louder and feel his body begin to shake. I run my tongue up his shaft and swirl it around the head several times, watching his face. He must sense me looking at him because he opens his eyes just slightly and smiles at me. I pull him back into my mouth and continue sucking him off. I can feel his body tense and tremble, his balls tighten in my hand. He moans as I roll my tongue over the head and pull up, sucking hard.

“This is awesome,” he whispers. It’s the encouragement I need and I plunge my mouth down on him, taking him as far in as I can. As he moans, so do I and the vibrations must be intense because before too much longer he whispers that he’s going to cum. I pull away, pressing him against my tits as I jack him off, cum spurting up onto his chest and belly. He moans and sighs and then gasps as I slip my hand over his shaft and around the head, and lean down to suck gently on his balls before licking his shaft.

While he catches his breath, I slide off the bed and into the bathroom. I come back with a warm, wet washcloth and a dry towel. “Oh, thanks, “he says, reaching for the towel.

I gently push his hand away and say “No, I’ve got this.” I gently wipe the cum off of his body, wondering if I should tell him this is part of my thing. I don’t tell him, but finish cleaning him up. He rolls off the bed and puts on his boxers and t-shirt before lying face down on the bed. I lie down next to him and gently rub his back. I trace my fingers over the tattoo on his arm and ask if it’s his only one. (I hadn’t noticed any others but wasn’t sure.) He and I lay on the bed, my husband stays in the chair, and we talk about tattoos, pets, cedar point and so many other things.

Eventually, he gets up to say he’s going to go have a cigarette. My husband says that we’ve got to get going and will meet him outside. “OK. Do you want to get together again some time?” He asks. We say yes, as long as he does. “Oh yeah…I’d be down.” That makes me shiver a little, eager to see him again.

He’s leaning against his car smoking when we come out, and walks over to us. He shakes my husband’s hand and pulls me against him for a hug and kisses my cheek before we say goodbye.

On the ride home, I think about him. How he is so very young, but mature, easy to be around. I get a text from him. “I had a great time. Sleep well sexy.”The spark reignites and I smile. I tell him that I did too and hope we can get together again soon. The next morning I send him a text thanking him for such a great evening.

“The pleasure was mine, beautiful,” he sends back.

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