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 I Like Young Stuff

   I wouldn't say that I was addicted to young men.  I have only been with
five in the last three years.  This particular incident started with my
husband hiring a young male stripper to surprise and embarrass me at my
40th birthday party.

   For the past eight or nine years we have lived a double life, and have
kept the "other" life very discrete and away from our friends, neighbors,
work mates.

   There we were in the back of the house in our large family room with
friends, and workmates, all enjoying a normal straight party when this tall
handsome young man enters carrying a "boom box"...  and he started his
music.  Right away, I knew who had set it up, and wondered what he was
thinking.

   This "kid" was really built, and had abs and a bulge.  As he was
finishing, he came right up to me, took my hand in his, and hooked them
into the top of his G-string.  Then he came really close and pulled the
G-string away from his groin revealing a nice thick cock and balls.  It was
just a second, but I know I turned bright red because of who was attending
the party.

   He asked me to walk him to the door as he gathered his clothes.  So, I
left the family room and walked him to the front door.  When we reached the
door, he turned and told me it was customary to give the "birthday girl" a
kiss.

   I figured a quick kiss wasn't a problem, so I leaned in only to have him
engulf me in his arms, grab my ass and give me most of his tongue in a
prolonged sexual manner.  I felt him harden against me as we parted, but he
told me that he couldn't believe I was 40, and kissed me again.

   I was getting a bit confused and flustered, because I knew I should be
getting back to the party.  He asked me if we could have "coffee" sometime.
In order to get rid of him, not really thinking, I took a business card
from my purse by the door and gave it to him.

   When I walked back into the family room, I was greeted with all sorts of
catcalls and whistles.  I guess my face was flushed and I wondered,
briefly, how long it had taken me to say goodbye.

   I wondered if my husband had suggested to "Chad" that I might be open to
his advances, so I didn't say anything about what had happened at the door.
It was about two weeks later when I got a call from Chad late one afternoon
at work.

   He asked me to have a drink with him after work.  I told him that I
might be able to do that, but had to check at home, and would meet him a
bit later at a nearby restaurant/lounge.  When I got home, I decided to
inquire with my husband.  He seemed surprised by my receiving a call from
Chad, but he said it would be fine for me to go, "but to remember to be
discrete and do NOT to go anywhere alone with him," he reminded me.

   When I arrived, Chad was waiting for me near the door.  We got a small
table in the bar.  It didn't take long for the talk to get quite
suggestive. He made it fairly clear that he found me sexually attractive,
and was interested in knowing me that way.  Having a sexy man that was
nearly half my age suggesting that we have a sexual affair was quite an ego
boost to me.

   I played along and told him that it was possible, but he would have to
meet me almost 100 miles away at our vacation home at the beach.  He said
that was a possibility, but he would have to check his schedule for a
weekend that he didn't have to "work."

   After agreeing to meet, soon, I told him I needed to get home.  He
walked me to my car, opened the door and I got in.  Then, after closing the
door, he walked around to the passenger door and waited for me to open it.
I thought he was being considerate of my situation, but just wanted to give
me a goodnight kiss.

   He got in and leaned over to me.  We kissed passionately.  It was
twilight, but there was still enough light for people to be able to see
into the car if they looked.  I don't know how I got so carried away, but
before I knew it, I had Chad's cock out of his pants, and was leaning over,
sucking a few inches into my mouth.

   It just kept getting hotter and hotter, and I kept sucking away.  Before
too long, his cock swelled more, and it started erupting in my mouth.  I
swallowed all of his spunk and licked him clean before putting it back into
his pants.

   There I was in this restaurant parking lot with people walking by and
able to see into my car!  What was I thinking?  Yes, I enjoyed showing that
young stud just how good an old woman could suck his cock.  But I was so
flustered that I backed into another car when I was leaving and broke my
tail light lenses.

   Chad called me later that night, and we had phone sex until I had a
massive orgasm.  Two weeks later we met at my beach house.

   I had already been with several men, due to my husband's urging that I
realize my full sexuality.  Although I thought he was nuts in the
beginning, I had by then experienced the difference between marital
lovemaking, and hot raw sexual LUST.

   Knowing that distinction, you would think that having that young stud
who was half my age would be just another experience of several, but as I
prepared to join Chad at our beach house I was as nervous as a girl before
her senior prom.

   I primped for the longest time getting ready to greet him, looking my
very best.  I decided to wear lingerie that was sexy, but not overtly so. I
wore dark red tap pants and a matching camisole.

   When Chad arrived I was so ready that I took his hand and led him
directly into the bedroom without more than a quick kiss at the door.  We
embraced by the bed for a minute before I started stripping off his
clothes.

   As he lay back on the bed I told him that my best girlfriend, who was at
my party, wouldn't believe what I was doing, and I that I wanted to
videotape our time together so I could prove it to her.  He was OK with it,
so I opened the sliding closet door and pressed record on the camera I had
mounted on a tripod.

   I climbed onto the bed and took off the G-string he was wearing, and
began nuzzling and kissing his growing cock.  We were lying crossways on
the big king bed, so the camera got a great view of my mouth going up and
down and around his thick hard cock for several minutes.

   During the middle of that, I peeled off my camisole and tap pants so we
were both naked.  It wasn't long before Chad pulled me over on top of him
and started rubbing his cock up and down my wet slit, getting ready to
enter me.  I was still wondering, as he shoved his cock head into me, why
such a handsome and endowed young man wanted to fuck me.

   I was so wet that his big, thick cock slipped all the way into me in one
long slow push from both of us.  If it weren't for the video, or the one my
husband was shooting from his hidden spot upstairs, I wouldn't have
remembered how long and loud of a moan escaped from me when Chad reached my
full depth.

   I don't know if it was the circumstances of how we met, or perhaps the
three weeks I had been thinking about what it would be like, but I was in
full LUST mode.  I thought I would cum in no time at all.  Perhaps it was
because I was so hot, but Chad took me in several positions and I still
hadn't had an orgasm.

   Then I began to think about it, and that didn't help make it happen
either.  After almost an hour of steady fucking, he flooded my pussy with
his discharge.  We rested for a bit and had some smoke from a small pipe he
brought.

   It was the first time I had ever had "wacky tabaky" that wasn't from our
water pipe.  When I was ready, I started sucking his cock hard again, and
he flipped me over and took me from behind, but not up on my hands and
knees.

   Half his body was inside my legs, and half was outside.  This time his
cock was hitting my G-spot.  I finally had my long awaited orgasm, but he
kept on pounding me right through it.

   Then he rolled me over, threw my legs over his shoulders, and gave me a
pounding the likes of has never been repeated.  Ah, youth is wonderful!  I
have never been fucked so hard, so fast, and so long by anyone.

   I know he was trying to get me off again, but it didn't happen.  Chad
finally collapsed from sheer exhaustion next to me.  I wish I could say
that we got together several times after that, but I think he just didn't
understand that I only fooled around at my vacation home, so my everyday
life wasn't put in jeopardy.

   Although he only fucked me that one afternoon, it was wonderful.  After
all, ladies, that one afternoon was probably equal to four or five sessions
with your husbands.