I am still enjoying my affair with young Clayton. Yes, he still comes to me at least once each week with his beautiful young body and his raging erection. Almost every Saturday morning he comes to my house and I take him to my bed where we intertwine and enjoy one another -- and have great sex. Each day I think about having him come to my bedroom.
Sometimes he messages me on a weeknight. Its like I am a booty call for him. I sometimes wonder if he sees me as a slut. Sometimes I scold him.
"Clayton, you can't assume that a woman is always available for sex."
And other times I tell him how pleased I am to see him on those surprise visits.
"You, my young man, make a woman feel very special."
Because I remind myself that nowadays I behave like a slut. And I really don't mind Clayton coming to me, horny and eager, because of the wicked pleasure I get. If his family ever discovered us there would be serious trouble. But I've abandoned my earlier decision and taken Clayton as a long-term lover. He is learning so quickly and he is almost perfect for what I need. I feel so young when I am with my young lover. So alive and so horny.
Life has been good for me -- very good. From the ruins of my marriage I have found liberation and pleasure in the arms of the younger men I take to my bed. I could have stayed sad and frightened. Instead, I took hold of my anger and I chose to be brave.
I found great sex, fantastic sex. I revisited my youth with beautiful young men -- much younger -- and learned to drink in all the pleasures they can give me. And I still am enjoying great sex.
Its like reliving my youth, going to bed with the same type of boys -- and the same age -- as when I was a uni student. It was so exciting to lose my virginity and to explore my sexual desires. The biggest difference now is that I always have really good sex because I know what I want.
I know you are eager for more about Clayton. Last time I rather left things up in the air. I have plenty to tell now. About his wonderful body and his penis I like so much. And the sex we've been having and the first time I swallowed him.
I will tell you all of that. But first let me set the context. Because a lot has happened recently.
First of all, I ended things with Clive. It was not a bad falling out. I really did enjoy the attention he gave me. And it was a great feeling to be able to relate some of our encounters to my girlfriends. You remember the ones who said I should get as much sex as possible? What they didn't know was that I was probably getting more sex than either of them! And Clive was a welcome part of that.
It was rewarding to have a man my age who lusted after me. My boobs helped, I am not forgetting. But Clive really wanted me and I enjoyed that from a man my own age. It was fabulous when he let his lust pour out onto me. After so much boring sex for all those years with my husband, it was wonderful to have a man that age who was so eager for sex and wanting to take me in every way.
It was a powerful feeling when he started to take control of our sex play. I knew about "surrender" -- I am not a nun. It felt naughty and indulgent to have a man like Clive, with his hard and matured body, using me just how he wanted and "making" me do things for him.
After a time, though, the novelty wore off. He has a fabulous penis and he uses it so well. How happy I was! But I began to realise that he was not what really made me excited. So I started to make excuses for why I couldn't see him. I think he understood and stopped contacting me.
The truth is that I am obsessed with younger men. I kept imagining those first boys I'd explored with in my own youth. I knew that what I needed was the excitement of sex with males much younger than me. Young enough to be my son.
I still had Ryan then. As our affair had endured, I had started to think of him more as a man. But he was still less than half my age and he seemed perfect to me. Ryan was the one who first showed me what I needed and wanted - a boy with a rampant member who could cum twice or even three times with me. It was so thrilling and satisfying when I could be strong and in charge and see to it that I got what I liked and what I wanted.
It was the best experience of my life to have a young man, barely a man, lying on top of me and urgently thrusting his virile penis into me. I really love those boys and their youthful bodies. I took pleasure watching Ryan at the gym as he worked on his gorgeous muscles. I knew that I was part of his motivation for his workouts. And when he was with me, both of us naked, I got to enjoy the results of his hard work.
As I have said before, there is nothing better than the way a young cock pulses and throbs. To have one thrusting in my vag transports me to another place. Even Clive, with all his sexual prowess, was no match for a boy in his early twenties with his energy and his raw needs.
Ryan was special. I taught him how to give me pleasure. He became a good lover and he learned how to read my body. He seemed to know when I needed to be screwed slowly and when I needed it hard. And, after a time, he became more confident and he knew when to slip down the bed, gently prying my knees apart and licking my vag till I was cumming all over his young face.
We did 69s together and I loved when he would fuck my boobs with his big hard cock. And I loved getting onto my knees in front of him and sucking him till he shot his big load into my mouth. I still think about our first night and how incredible his young penis looked and felt. That was what set me on this path, making me realise I could once again have the boys that so attracted me in my youth.
But you remember that Ryan had found himself a girlfriend? After some thought, mainly worrying about her, I came to an arrangement with Ryan. I would keep him as one of my youthful lovers and would be his "older woman on the side". I really needed him still and I was not ready to give him up. It was not love but my own physical needs that I knew Ryan could satisfy. The girlfriend would get her chance in time but I wanted him. And I told myself I had made Ryan a better lover so she was benefitting anyway.
I always considered that they'd get more serious as time went on. Soon enough, I could see what was happening and I had to make a choice. I didn't want my relationship with Ryan to fizzle out. He meant too much to me. He was my first! So we had a big talk one day and I tried not to cry. I knew I had to let him go but it was so tough.
On the other side, I already had Clayton. The best thing was that I knew Clayton was not going anywhere. To be honest, I do worry that he is focussing on me too much and not out chasing girls his own age. But I am more determined to have an outlet for my desires and an easy way of satisfying my needs. So I have kept Clayton with his young body, his almost virgin penis and his desire to do whatever pleases me.
I keep reminding myself that he is still so young -- only barely a man. But he is becoming a very satisfactory lover. So, that first time I made him cum in my mouth was an incredible experience. He was surprised I wanted to do that. But it was only a few months before his 21st birthday. I didn't want to wait any longer. I told him it was an early gift.
I do not go down on my knees for Clayton. I like him very much but its different with Clayton. When I was in my teens and my early twenties, I sometimes went to my knees in front of boyfriends and let them put their dicks into my mouth. My husband had never shown much interest in that. So it felt great to do that for Ryan and for Clive. It was exciting to act slutty and it was satisfying to sense their pleasure and feel their hardness grow as they got closer and closer.
Clayton is my really "young boy". With him I want him to know who is in control so I like to stay in role as the "older woman". It is important. But, yes, I enjoy a man spurting in my mouth and it is fabulous to know I still have that power. It was always going to happen with Clayton.
So, one Saturday morning, I was on the bed and lying between his legs. I stroked him a little and I moved up and let my boobs rub against his hard shaft. I felt him twitch when I did that and I'm certain he got harder. I enjoy stroking his penis and feeling it throb in my hands. It feels very womanly to rub my breasts on his penis and very sexy at the same time. He loves my boobs and his hardness felt good against my soft, firm flesh. I was feeling extra aroused and determined to go through with it.
I lay beside him and took his penis in my mouth. I'd done that many times so he wasn't surprised. He felt so hard and so ready to explode. I worked my lips along his hot shaft and he was throbbing in the usual way. I felt my vag tingling in response but that was not my plan. I'd decided what I would do -- I was going to make Clayton ejaculate into my mouth and taste and swallow his hot, young seed.
