In Command. Jilted wife finds her youth & sexual confidence.
In 2 parts, by mjar65 . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I decided I needed to switch to a different gym. It was further from home but I was starting to wonder what Ryan was thinking after our two nights of debauchery. He was more than twenty years my junior and I didn’t need a young man trailing around after me.
On the other hand, I was even more certain that “lots of fucking” was exactly what I required. I really didn’t know how to go about it. I was sure I could go out somewhere and let men “pick me up”. But that seemed so sleazy and a little dangerous. I knew about “dating” websites and I decided to try a couple. Well, in the first few days I was overwhelmed with replies and offers. It was too much to manage. I needed to find a way to narrow down my search.
I already knew the term “cougar”. I don’t like that term at all and I hate the idea that anyone would think of me that way. It’s a way of “shaming” women who go looking for sex – as if its OK for a man to “sow his seed” but a woman should wait till asked.
Looking at the men who had propositioned me online, I decided I wanted someone younger than me - again. It made sense. I’d been excited and validated by Ryan and his desire for me. I didn’t need to be brave, I needed young guys who were so horny for sex they would ignore my age. Or who were so young they could not resist my cleavage!
I was going to choose a younger man. Maybe not as young as Ryan this time – that seemed excessive. But I told myself I definitely wanted to avoid men like my husband who were lazy and sated from years of easy, married life. Younger men would be more horny, more eager to enjoy themselves. I wanted intense, passionate sex and I knew I’d be more likely to find that with men who were not in their forties. Why settle for an older, lazy man when I could pick a young guy, full of lust and energy and with a beautiful, hard prick to fill me up?
I found a man who called himself Naz – a good looking man who looked Lebanese and has a nice smile. He is aged twenty-six and he boasted about his sexual prowess. That was the real reason I chose Naz - I admit I was attracted to his cockiness and his confidence that he could “give me a good time”. The quality of his technique was less important than having a young man who couldn’t keep his hands off me. I was banking on his passion, his lust for sex with me, being enough to get me off nicely. Naz even sent me a picture of his cock and I smiled at the thought of him eagerly thrusting it into me.
Yes, I was well aware that this method of finding my “cure” carried its own dangers. I suspect that the danger actually heightened the thrill. I don’t really know how to describe what I was thinking. Something had come over me. It was several weeks since I’d had a man in my bed and many long months before that. I had needs and I didn’t want to wait. I was prepared for the risk. I was prepared to be disappointed.
We had a first chat on-line and I got to see some more of his smile. I could see he was still so young but that only served to make my body stir. I wanted this one and there’d be no guilt about it.
As for Naz, his cockiness came through straight away. Some people would have found it a turn-off, but not me. Naz asked me to undress or to show my breasts to him. I already knew that we was lusting after my boobs and that made it easier for me. I was enjoying the raw needs of an immature male. He wanted me badly but the funny thing was that I still felt in control. So I declined his invitation to bare my breasts. Naz was undeterred and stripped off on camera, proudly letting me see his cock. He was half erect, which was the right way to impress me. I did ask him how many girlfriends he had had and he said more than a dozen. But my intuition is pretty good and I am sure he was stretching the truth. Funnily enough, that made me even more keen to have sex with Naz since I knew he’d be almost as keen as Ryan.
A week later he came to my house. Despite lots of masturbation, I was almost desperate for screwing. I was counting on this young stud to perform for me. I had considered the danger of what I was doing. But the idea of a younger guy who was “in heat” for me was just too much. I had that same giddy feeling again and I knew I was going to go through with it.
This time I was wearing a nice dress instead of my silk robe. Naz actually was a complete gentleman and gave me a nice kiss on my cheek and sat patiently in my loungeroom while we talked a little. I would have to make the first move – so I took his hand and invited him upstairs to my bedroom.
The thing about men, especially young men like Naz and Ryan, is how guileless they can be. Naz knew he was there for sex and was quite ready to strip off in front of me while I was watching. I think I started trembling with excitement as I looked at his naked body. He was different to Ryan – softer and shorter and with a thick, manly coat of hair on his chest and around his penis.
Naz kissed me again, on my mouth, and I was impressed with his ability in that department. Then he slowly undressed me. Well, let me say that was a total thrill and I’d never felt something so erotic in my life - a young man, his erection clearly showing, was slowly and gently removing my clothes in the sure knowledge I would have sex with him.
Then Naz did something else. He put his hands on my shoulders and he started to press. At first I thought he wanted to lean on me – now I was showing my lack of experience. He kept pressing until the penny dropped. This young man, practically a stranger, expected me to go to my knees. He wanted me to suck him as foreplay.
Well, I did it! Yes, I did! What an experience. It was oh, so thrilling. No man had ever done that to me - not once in my life. But, like most young guys, Naz had no interest in romance. He was “hot” for me and figured he had permission to use me sexually. Being so cocky, of course he assumed I’d agree to getting on my knees to suck him. I supressed a grin as I let Naz push me down. There was no reason to resist. I felt so alive, with his hard cock right in front of me, so eager for me to pleasure it.
Lucky for me, Naz didn’t have a lot of experience either, so he would not be disappointed if my technique was not up to scratch. I just took hold of him and put him in my mouth. My husband was never much interested in such an act. Now, suddenly, I was an older woman who had a throbbing young penis in her mouth. It was incredibly sexy and I was so excited. I used my hand, too, to stroke his shaft as I felt him get bigger and harder. That was the best part of all! I knew, once more, that there was no turning back.
“Yeah, that’s it Maria,” he said firmly. It seemed my technique was not so bad. “Suck my dick and make me hard. I am going to give you a real fucking tonight.”
I admit I liked hearing him voice his confidence and his lust for me. I was happy to be a sexual conquest for him – I was hungry to be fucked by a man who would be passionate and intense.
Naz put a hand on my head and forced himself further into my mouth. I let him do that. It was intoxicating to be used by a man who was so eager for me.
When he was done, ready for the next act, Naz pushed me on the bed and started groping me. So young and impatient, he grabbed at me and tried to feel me up everywhere at once. My husband had never shown that sort of passion for my body. Naz made me feel so sexy. He squeezed my boobs and pinched the nipples. “Are they fake?” he asked me. I didn’t care about his abrupt manner.
“Yes, I had them done,” I told him, panting my lust.
“Great boob job,” he replied and squeezed them some before he sucked on them. I held his head close to me and stroked his hairy back, just lying there and revelling in the attention he was giving me.
“Your turn,” he said aloud and shuffled down the bed.
He gave me a quick licking on my vagina but his intent was not to make me cum from oral. I soon realised this brief act was only to prepare me for penetration. The cocky young guy was there for a fuck. If only he’d known I didn’t require any further prep – I could feel my soaking wetness. Young Naz was on his knees and using his hand to rub the head of his cock against my vagina.
“Are you ready?” he asked. “Ready to get a fucking?”.
I actually was surprised that a man could be so focussed on the basics of sex play. Thank god for young men! I merely nodded to Naz and let him enter me for the first time. It was only twenty minutes since he had entered my house! I groaned as he split me open. It was the thought of what I was doing even more than the sensation of his dick filling my hole.
He felt so good in my vagina, I knew I’d made the right choice. And he soon was giving me a “real fucking” and I was loving it. I had been right about his cockiness, though. His energy and his confidence made the sex so very intense. He wanted to show me his sexual “power” and I was only too happy to receive it.
I responded immediately to his muscular thrusting – yes, I had dreamed of being fucked with that kind of vigour. Naz kept his hands busy, too. He stroked my tits and pulled on my nipples and I didn’t even care if it hurt a little. He reached down and rubbed my clit as well and, even though he was clumsy, I arched my back as my vagina responded.
Oh yes, I came for that young man, came all over his thick, hard cock as he fucked me in a way I’d yearned for. He even lay on top of me and thrust deep as he held me tight. I could reach down and feel the muscles in his back and his bum as he pumped into me. So much better than middle-aged podge.
Surprisingly, Naz had real stamina and he managed to hold off his own climax even as I exhausted myself with my orgasms. I wanted him to cum but I guessed that he had more sex play in mind for later.
We lay there and talked a little. Given the difference in our ages there wasn’t much to talk about. Naz asked me about my husband.
“I don’t like talking about him,” I explained. “He is not a real man.” I was sure Naz understood what I meant. He asked me about my “boob job” as well and the gym.
I spent some time enjoying the feel of his young body – so different to Ryan and yet still so delightful. He has a lot of body hair and I enjoyed running my fingers through it. Naz admitted he hardly ever went to the gym.
“But you look great,” he said to me.
I explained about the thousands of squats I had done to keep my butt in shape. So Naz insisted on me rolling over so he could “check it out” and I lay on my bed, breathing deeply, as a young man massaged and kissed my butt cheeks – yes, he kissed my butt!
Naz wanted to fuck some more and, of course, he wanted me to suck his cock first. I was discovering one thing about young men – they really do have a one-track mind! I did it for him and I loved it. He knelt next to me and I turned my head so he could thrust himself into my mouth. He pushed deeper this time and I was afraid of gagging. I don’t think Naz realised as he was too busy showing off what a “great lover” he is.
Then he climbed on top – only one position for this young man. I watched in the mirror as he humped himself on top of me and I felt so turned-on knowing it was my body that he was enjoying. Yes, I came some more – it didn’t matter that his technique wasn’t as fabulous as he’d promised. The raw energy, his lust for me, was enough to guarantee I would climax.
Finally, Naz pulled out of me. I was kind of glad, although in my fevered state I felt like I could take still more of his fucking. He was on his knees again, between my legs. He wasn’t wearing a condom and I suddenly wondered if that was something to fix for next time.
“I want to shoot on you,” he said in a strange voice. I could see the look in his eyes. He wanted to shoot his semen onto my skin. “I want to cum on your big boobs.”
I could tell it was a huge fantasy that he wanted to make true. He’d assumed an older woman would be more relaxed than girls his own age.
I didn’t think. I just nodded, happy to let this excited young man take the lead. I wanted his cum, suddenly I did! And why not let him do that? I’d already decided that I was happy to let this cocky young man treat me like a sex object. I didn’t feel degraded at all that he wanted to treat me like that. I had longed for wild, passionate sex and now I was going to see his stuff erupt from his shiny, wet cock.
Naz stroked himself and shuffled forward. He seemed so far away but then he started grunting and moaning and I knew it was about to happen. Oh hell, young men ejaculate with so much force. The shots of his stuff flew over me and I was amazed at the sensations as they splashed right onto my boobs. It was a display of the power of a young man that he could cover me with his precious fluid like that. Its true that I did feel a little depraved and it was so, so hot. What was more, the look on his face was priceless.
On that night with Naz I knew I’d been right. Younger guys have the energy for sex that I crave. After my husband’s lame interest in making love to his wife, it was a revelation to find younger, sexier men who feel real lust and real passion – for me! I don’t have to wait for them, they want sex and they want to fuck me and they want to do all the things they fantasise about. It was fantastic!
Oh, and did I mention their dicks? The young man’s penis is an amazing object, hard and throbbing. Its almost alive, twitching and pulsing as my fingers and tongue caress the shaft and spurting out its sticky white loads for me. I was hooked.
I also got the courage to tell my girlfriends. They were excited and a little impressed. I didn’t tell them everything – I lied about his age and how I’d found Naz – but I told them enough to earn their admiration. Not that I needed it since I’d already decided to invite Naz over again.
I made him wait two weeks. I wore the same dress but this time without underwear. I didn’t wait for him to push me down. After enjoying his kissing for a while, I slipped to my knees and started tugging at his pants. There was no need to wait for him to “force me” because I was just too excited and eager to show how much I wanted his penis. I know guys love a woman going to her knees – except for my husband I guess – and I love it almost as much.
I was not surprised to find his cock already hard for me. The other thing I’d remembered about young men was how easily they get aroused and how often their cocks are standing at attention. I found myself fascinated by his manhood, trying to memorise every detail of its shape and its lovely ridges. That was one thing I guess I’d forgotten - all cocks are different.
I took my time, or tried to, but Naz was eager and insisted on thrusting himself into my mouth. That was the lust I’d been looking for. So I had no complaint about his rough use of me. When we were on the bed and he was sucking on my tits I knew I wanted to steal some extra pleasure for myself. He was the “great lover” but I could still point him in the right direction.
“Finger me?” I asked him.
Being so eager, so cocky, Naz didn’t hesitate and I pulled his head closer as he began to force two fingers up into my vagina. It felt so good for another reason. Many times I’d masturbated while I imagined a man sucking my nipples. Naz went hard and quick and I thought me might damage me but, oh my, it was a total turn-on! I came around his fingers, my muscles squeezing down hard.
Naz took that as a sign I was ready for his cock and quickly mounted me. What can I say? The truth is that wanted him just as badly. All I had to do was let him enter me and start thrusting. My whole body was on fire. And Naz was a more than adequate lover.
He did something new and exciting as well – suddenly he grabbed at my ankles and lifted my legs up as he thrust into me. Yes, I knew all about this but my lovers had rarely tried it with me. My legs are so short. I could not remember the last time a man had done that and it was an incredible thill as this younger guy poured out his lust and used me how he wanted. I moaned aloud to urge him on and he went harder and deeper until I was crying out my explosion.
Later, for our second round, Naz was keen on first shoving his dick into my mouth. I actually wanted that myself. It was easy to let him feel he was in charge but I really did want to feel his hard shaft on my tongue – it was certain to make me even hornier for screwing. I muttered to Naz about entering me from behind. I’d enjoyed it with Ryan and I’d been imagining how this cocky young man would take me in that position.
He was so excited. “You want to go doggy? Yeah, roll over like a little bitch for me.” I had to force myself not to laugh.
Oh yes, this young man really did think with his dick – I liked it. My husband had never shown so much enthusiasm for screwing as this guy did. There was no escape! I felt like in a dream as he held my hips tight and fucked me fast and rough. Eager to show me his prowess, young Naz drove hard into my vagina. His swollen young cock felt so good inside me. I stole a look in the mirror and saw someone, me, being humped hard and deep like an animal. Yes, I loved it!
Naz wanted to finish by shooting his stuff on my skin again but, in a flash, I had another idea. I suggested finishing him with my mouth.
“You want to do that?” he asked me, almost disbelieving. “You are a hot lady.”
I wondered if his girlfriends usually denied him such pleasures but, as an “older woman”, I had no reason to do that.
Quickly I turned around, on my side in front of him. He knelt next to me, his young cock looking ready to burst. I was a little amazed at how it glistened with a thick coating of my wetness. Barely waiting for me, he thrust into my mouth. He was impatient for me to finish him, shoving with his hips and only moments from unleashing all his stuff into my mouth. I didn’t care if it was degrading. I was ready to behave like a slut now with my new freedom. I was liberated and determined to enjoy it to the full.
When he came, he pumped over and over and I found myself excited afresh by the raw intimacy of the act. I had to swallow several times to get everything down, thinking of the years I had been denied this satisfaction and happy to be making up for it.
I was ticking off my list of sexual items. I suppose there was a list in my head. I couldn’t tell you what was on it exactly. Mostly it was acts or pleasures I’d imagined for years or been denied by my husband who was, all said and done, a boring lover. I’d started peeking at porn to see what other people like to do in bed. That’s where I’d gotten the idea with these young men of taking their dicks straight from my vagina, into my mouth.
I’d surprised myself with how wet I could get during sex. I was convinced that it was younger men who held the key to that. I can be in charge – even with a cocky lad like Naz. I don’t have to feel intimidated or admit my own inexperience. And it that they all wanted to screw me with the kind of energy and passion I’d been craving.
The next question was – what’s next? After that night, I didn’t want Naz to become a regular like he was a new boyfriend. I was more interested in finding another man who would want to take me to bed and have more incredible, passionate sex. Yes, I was ready to add another notch to my belt. I had to decide how to find such a man.
In the meantime, I called Ryan. “I thought you were ignoring me,” he said a little plaintively.
I turned that aside by saying I’d thought he was spending time with some girls his own age. “I still want you,” he told me. I knew it was true.
There were so many things I wanted to try and to experience. I knew with Ryan I could easily ask for those things. We started the next night with me giving him a long headjob. I think I love all cocks, to be honest, and Ryan’s is no exception. Its longer than the model I had to use during those long years of marriage. Against his slender body it always looks so thick and impressive. The head is big and fat and so soft.
I took my time to lick his shaft and his balls. I got on my knees between his legs and stroked him and licked him. Of course he loved it, but really I did it for me. After all those years I was finally able to take my time and savour all of it, to explore a man and feel the ridges and bumps of the veins on his cock. It was fun watching his cock twitch and his balls move as I stroked and licked him. What I liked best was the glistening pre-cum he produced – a steady stream of glistening, sticky stuff that I could roll on my tongue or with my fingers.
A few times I took him in my mouth, trying to swallow as much as I could fit. I knew about “deepthroating” but had no idea how to go about it. I just knew that I loved the feeling his hardness on my tongue and the way he throbbed.
“If you keep doing that,” he warned me with a groan, “I’ll cum before we even start.”
It was hard to stop – for years I’d not been permitted to enjoy myself like that. But he was right and, besides, I was going crazy with my own lust.
No need to guess what was next – I “allowed” Ryan to go down on me and put his mouth on my vagina. I told him to take his time and make me cum properly. With more practice, I was sure he’d become very proficient at pleasuring me. And, hell, I was extra keen for pleasure that night.
“Will you use your fingers in me?” I asked him softly.
As always, he was happy to oblige and I almost exploded as he used two fingers to penetrate me. For the first time in years my clit was being licked while my vagina was filled. I was almost beside myself. He got me off so well that I am sure the neighbours could hear me.
After we fucked I made him cum with my hand. I had him on his back and I gave him my best handjob. I was not totally innocent in my younger years and two boyfriends had tutored me in that skill. The best thing was that I’d not lost my talent. It was exciting and naughty to be the older woman stroking his cock. The way he felt in my hand was just amazing as he throbbed and pulsed. I remembered how to give the most pleasure and I made him moan and groan his desire for release. Finally I allowed him to cum and Ryan shot so hard that he got it all over his stomach and my hand. I remember laughing because I was so happy to have the freedom for such things.
Of course, I waited for him to get hard again and then we fucked some more. We used the “doggy” position again and this time I urged Ryan to take me a little harder. His thrusting felt great - forceful and eager. I could feel him through my entire body as he gave me a proper pounding with his cock. I had to shove my face into the pillows to muffle the noises of my massive orgasms. It was a fabulous thing to be so sexually open and to make a man so turned-on.
by mjar65 for Literotica.
