[The idea for Paul came from a Reddit post. The author, who has since deleted his account, gave his approval for me to expand, elaborate, develop, and publish this story as my own.]
***Our First Bull***
I'd wanted this for so long: a hard young teenage dick for my wife. She laughed about it, didn't take me seriously. Called it my "frat-cock fantasy," or my "stunt-dick fetish."
Don't get me wrong, the idea of a younger, fitter stud didn't turn Meredith off; she could have fun with the thought, too. But it didn't obsess her as it did to me. I couldn't get it out of my mind, and as my 30th birthday receded in my rearview mirror, it was more and more all-consuming.
She was approaching her own 30th as well, and we both saw "middle-age" lurking not very far off in the distance. Our sex wasn't terrible, but it was a bit stale, vanilla, after six years together. We'd each gotten to the point where maybe we closed our eyes and imagined a fantasy lover.
But my problem was that instead of dreaming that I was in bed with a hot 20-year-old partner, I was imagining Meredith was. When we made love it was me, not her, fantasizing that I was a barely legal frat-boy type banging the daylights out of my wife.
"The Big Three Oh" is a passage. Younger than that, your birthdays are milestones you enjoy. Can't drive until you're 16, vote like a grown-up at 18. At 21 you're all grown up. Your 20's pass in a blur, graduation, your first job, your first better job after you quit the first job. Marriage, maybe a kid of your own. It's all good, right? Each birthday a step towards more freedom, more open doors.
Until 30, and now that noise you hear is doors slamming closed. Too late to go back to grad school. You'll never be "single" again. Too late to relocate to your dream city, or change careers.
Once you pass 30, the walls feel like they're closing in. It may be a stereotype, but is bothers women more than men. A 29-year-old woman will hide it from her husband, but in private she's spending more time in front of the mirror. Looking for a grey hair, a wrinkle, a boob hinting it might soon sag. It was like magic how my wife got on board with my fetish as her 30th approached.
We had spoken to each other a few times about our vanilla bed behavior. Both of us believed and seemed to be living proof of that old saying about men peaking at 17 and women at 35. It had been years since I could go for a bedtime hat trick, and even double dribbles were getting to be a sometimes thing. Meredith, on the other hand, was turning more and more often to her Magic Wand for that elusive third orgasm she now considered her due. Sadly, she wasn't going to get there with me.
It wasn't only in the bedroom that I was starting to slow down. At the gym, where I'd played Tuesday hoops with the same gang for almost a decade, the teams got realigned last year to make up for my slowing down under the basket. Jesse joked that soon I'd have to switch to the Wednesday night "Senior" game. I pretended to think that was funny.
Finding a young guy to be our bull had been a vague dream of mine for years, but now I got serious. There are challenges inviting a young college guy into our bedroom, our marriage. There are plenty of horny and energetic men that would love to fuck a married woman. I mean, just Google MILF and stand back while your laptop explodes. (Whoops, I should have warned you not to do that at work!) And lots of these dudes wouldn't mind doing it in front of her husband. They would even enjoy it. They're drowning in testosterone and want the whole world to know it.
But I want someone that has enough of a head on his shoulders that he won't lose himself in our fantasy. He can't be so immature that he thinks there's a permanent place for him in our bedroom. I want someone ten years younger than Meredith to force her face down ass up, use her pussy like he owns it, and then to go away. Rotate her tires, change her oil, tune her up, and then let *me* drive her for a while. I don't plan to "share" her.
Playing with herself one night while talking dirty to me, Meredith came up with an elaboration on the fantasy that gave it a nudge to reality. She decided to make herself into a "birthday gift" for a 19-year-old guy turning 20. She found the perfect way to frame it to the guy: "I'm your birthday present. I'll make you feel like a man and you'll make me feel like a girl again." I was kind of stunned to watch her rubbing herself, mumbling variations of this, and soon orgasming without me. All right, I thought, let's do this thing. What could it hurt?
***Enter Paul***
We met him online, where his profile mentioned wanting a MILF. He plays baseball with one of the local universities, and he's going to college on an athletic scholarship. Perfect type of guy. His profile had the right balance of thirstiness and level-headedness that showed he had put some thought into becoming a bull. Some profiles seem written by a guy with a hard dick in his hand. Paul's profile read like he'd written it after cumming, so his mind was a bit clearer. It was a point in his favor. And he was 19, with a birthday next month!
A lot of posters immediately want to see nudes. They stopped responding to me once I made it clear we wouldn't share nudes. Most just want another porn pic for their collection. Paul obviously wanted that, but he had the presence of mind to play the long game. The guy we're looking for has to convince me that he's worth introducing to my wife.
I talked with him a bit, and he was willing to humor me. He took my questions seriously: what did he like about couples? Had he been with an older woman before? What were his fantasies? "Don't tell me what you think I want, tell me the dirty shit that you think about when jerking off but are hesitant to admit to girls because they might not be into it." He laughed at that one. A sense of humor is good.
Turns out Paul is a predator and has no shame in it. He likes the hunt, and he likes convincing sorority girls to be his slut and do things they didn't expect they'd be into. He doesn't pressure them or liquor them up. I got that much out of him when I made him clarify. There's no fun it for him if they feel uncomfortable or don't want to be kinky with him. He needs them to want it and need it. He likes virgins who will be a project to seduce, and slightly older classmates who have passed through Freshman crazy and now only give their pussy to guys who seem worth it.
And he urged us to choose him by sending me some nudes he took of himself. "No pressure, Jules. Meredith doesn't want to see herself on some internet revenge porn site. I get it. But show her what I've got to offer, OK?" He liked showing off. He wanted to be a dominant assertive "top".
"It's my time, Jules," Paul said to me. "I'm almost 20. I won't be a teenager anymore. I'm a man now, and I'm tired of fucking girls. I want to dick down my first real woman." He certainly had the equipment to dick down anybody he wanted.
Meredith and I talked it over, and I repeated what he'd said and showed her his dick pics. She told me to give her to him for a night, and then she took me to bed and just exhausted me.
I didn't tell her everything, though.
"You let your old lady have me and she'll feel like a kid again, Jules. That's what she wants, right? I'm young and hung, your fantasy boy in the flesh. But I think I know what you want, too, old man. I won't be done with her until she's done with you. You're too old for her already, right? Slowing down a bit these days, huh Old Man?"
