I just turned thirty-five, but I must say I'm a sexy, youthful thirty-five with a hell of a body and a scorching libido. The latter should be no surprise since it's no secret that a woman in her mid-thirties is often at her sexual peak. I certainly am, and was when two years ago I finally divorced my quite unexciting and less than satisfying husband, who was some years older than I was. He was replaced him with a much younger man, ten years younger than myself, in fact. And that man, Rick, became my new husband a year ago. A terrific guy and like me, sexually daring and playful. One thing I especially enjoy with Rick, and enjoyed almost from the start, is that he lets me experiment with expressing what I'll call my 'penis envy, side. For years I'd wanted to work a guy over with a dildo and, most of all, to strap one on and use it like it like some strong, horny stud would use it. My first husband was shocked when I told of him of this desire of mine; he was so straight-laced, so undaring and bound by straightlaced sexual conventions. Rick, on the other hand, was adventurous and game from the start. Especially after we watched a certain porn video together on night.
See, that's something else we both enjoyed, porn. My ex-husband was actually one of those few men who had no interest in porn; and I was one of those wives who enjoyed porn as much as most men did. So as part of our expanding range of sexual interests, my new husband and I enjoyed watching porn together. And one day we watched a very blunt and sexy clip of a gorgeous woman strapping on a thick one and fucking a very masculine and good-looking guy up the ass. This duo, unlike so many porn 'actors,' really seemed to be liking what they were doing. Inspired now, I was soon strapping one on myself and having Rick suck it, then turning him over and fucking his very willing ass, or, as I liked to call it when I fucked him, his 'mancunt.' Damn, he really loves sticking it out for me! But it's not like he's deeply passive or submissive, just versatile in his tastes. In fact, Rick is a strong, confident young man, a sexy, great-looking and virile twenty-five year old professional ski instructor. That's how we met, on the slopes, with him teaching me some advanced moves down Colorado powder trails. And when it got dark, and the skis came off, I took him back to the lodge and taught him some advanced moves of my own, in my bed!
The longer we were together, the more I used my strap-on on my husband, and the more he seemed to crave it. I replaced the first one I used on him with a larger one, and then replaced that one with an even bigger one, longer, thicker. Pretty soon Rick was taking a fat rubber cock up his ass every week and looking forward to every fuck. I loved fucking him as much as he loved fucking me, and we both loved getting fucked.
Then one day, out of the blue and very casually, I asked Rick what he'd think about trying a real cock someday, a flesh-and-blood cock that was attached to a stud rather than a rubber one attached to his wife. He was taken aback but I could read that look in his eyes, could see he was intrigued by the idea, very intrigued. Now Rick is pretty much straight. He'd admitted that back in college he tried it a few times with this friend he skied with it, and both liked what they tried. But that was about it. So now I asked whether he was ready for another go at a real cock, this time with his wife there, encouraging him. He looked me in the eye for many long seconds and then nodded that, yes, he would. Inside I was thrilled, loving the idea. It turned me on so much to watch my husband sucking my rubber cock, then taking it up his ass. And now I just knew in my gut that I'd love watching him take the real thing even more, a hell of a lot more. I was sure of it!
Once I realized that my husband was really keen and eager to do it, to try it, to try out a real cock, I made it into my mission. Rick wondered just how and where we'd find the right guy to join us. I told him to just leave it up to me. Soon that's about all I could think about, finding that right guy, the right stud, the right cock. Rick's birthday was still a few months away, and so I was going to aim for that day as my target. This gave me plenty of time. And the internet made it all so much more possible for a wife to find a man for her husband to enjoy; something that in the old days probably would've meant endless ads in alternative papers, visiting swinger and gay bars and clubs, that kind of thing, all very time-consuming and awkward, and apt to end with nothing but disappointment. Now I could begin my search in the comfort of my own home.
From the start I knew what I wanted for my husband, who I wanted. The guy, or 'the kid,' as I began to think of him, had to be beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. I say 'kid' because I was looking for someone young, over eighteen, of course, but hopefully not too much over. I myself had just married a much younger man and youthful males somehow especially excited me at this stage of my life. So if I was getting off on having a much younger husband, Rick was going to get off on having himself a much younger male partner. Somehow the idea of it started to make my head spin – some virile eighteen year old kid fucking my twenty-five year old husband!
Now I say fucking because though Rick had that one fling with another guy years ago, all they did was suck each other's cocks. The only way Rick had ever been fucked, the only 'cocks' he'd actually taken up the ass, had been my cocks, my dildos. So this would be a first for him, a fact that thrilled the shit out of me, thrilled Rick too, I could tell. And though he'd never taken a real one inside, I didn't have to worry too much about him being a first-timer and having to get used to it. No, not at all. He'd taken some pretty big dildos, and always acted like he wanted to go one size up. So I was looking for a seriously endowed young stud, one who had plenty of hard meat to pack inside my husband's ass.
And finally I found him, after scanning quite a few gay sites and becoming something of a connoisseur of sexy, good-looking gay and bisexual men offering themselves up for casual sex with other men. In my replies to the 'candidates,' I explained that I was a wife and was seeking someone to 'do' my husband. The guy could be bi or he could be gay. This treat was just for Rick. If I got a piece of the other stud, fine. If not, that was fine too.
But as I said, I finally found him, found Ken, found him in a section of a site devoted to 'twinks,' who I now learned were smooth, sleek young males, obviously a very desirable category. There he was in all his glory, stark naked, the vivid photo accompanying a no-nonsense description of who he was. Ken was a college freshman, he said, just turned eighteen. And he was an absolute adonis, gorgeous, perfect, like a young fashion model for some male style rag. His body was sleek and smooth and fit and athletic without being overly muscled (grotesquely so, in many cases), as so many gym-addicted guys were these days. His face was lovely, with big, brown eyes and a chestnut hair. The smile was friendly, but also quite sexy and seductive. He described himself as 'extremely well-endowed,' and though his pic didn't show his cock erect, his penis was a real standout, thick and meaty and beautifully formed. I wrote and explained that I was looking to get a very special 'gift' for my husband, describing Rick and telling Ken just what I had in mind, that Rick would be servicing him and his cock and he didn't have to reciprocate, unless he wished. Also, I said my role was just to be there and watch, so it was fine if he were gay. He wrote back, saying it all sounded good to him, that he was in fact bi, but mainly had sex with other guys. He explained that college tuition was a burden for him and that he expected 'help' and a 'donation' to his college fund. I smiled; expecting this. After all, I was looking for a stud for hire, a cock for hire, not a friend or a long-term partner for me and my husband.
When he wrote back he attached a more explicit photo of himself. In this one his cock was fully erect, and I mean fully! Maybe
super-erect
is the way to put it. That cock of Ken's was absolutely huge, but maybe even more impressive was just how hard it seemed, how it stood up straight at a forty-five degree angle from his smooth, sleek washboard belly, like a magnificent sentinel of youthful, teen virility. He also added in his reply that he was 'exceptionally long lasting.' And this, of course, was a big, big plus, and a pleasant surprise. Since young males, though often impressively virile, were just as often not especially long-lasting. That was a knack, a quality or skill, men usually picked up over time. When I shared all this with my husband, Ken's post on the web site, the description, the pics, the deal, Rick took a deep breath, gulping as he stared at that photo of Ken's massive tool, then smiling and licking his lips, followed by a gleeful laugh we both shared.
So everything was arranged and at eight in the evening of my husband's birthday, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Ken, even more impressive and gorgeous in life than in his photos. Ken and Rick took each other in, eyes meeting, then scanning, obviously both happy with what they saw.
"Can I take a shower?" Ken asked, his voice smooth and sexy, and courteous.
"Of course," I told him leading him and Rick to our bedroom suite, pointing to the bathroom and telling Ken that we'd be right there, in the bedroom, when he stepped out of the shower. The three of us shared a very knowing smile, aware of exactly what that smile implied. And so while Ken showered and we heard the water run, my husband and I undressed, and dropped down on our big king-sized bed, stark naked, waiting for Ken to join us, showered and ready for a night of sizzling male-male sex.
"This is going to be
so
hot!" I purred sexily, giving my husband a big kiss.
A few minutes later we heard the water being turned off and knew Ken was inside there drying himself. Our eyes were glued to the bathroom door when it opened, and out stepped the most beautiful, naked, eighteen year old you could ever imagine. Still holding the towel in his hand he looked over at us and smiled as we lay in bed, languidly entwined, ready to receive him in all his glory. Then he dropped the towel and walked over to us. We'd seen the photos, but now we were seeing him naked in the flesh, gazing at that silky, smooth, lanky body, the thick meaty cock, the big sexy eyes, the seductive grin. He stood there, by the foot of the bed, waiting for us to make a move.
