I have so much to update about what's been happening in my life. That's my life post-husband. Its my life where I am free to behave the way I wished I had done in my college days. Where I find gorgeous young men, in their twenties or earlier, to take to my bed for all sorts of fun and adventure.
These are the sort of boys who pursued me while I was at university. The sort of boys I now wish I'd been more willing to say "yes" to back then. Back then I didn't appreciate those boys enough. Now I have a second chance. Young boys have such confidence and nervousness at the same time. I pursue them and it's the most exciting thing exciting when I succeed.
I am an older woman who craves young men. I love young men - their bodies and the way they think. The way their desires make them so malleable for an older, experienced woman. Mostly I love their virile, throbbing penises. As I have said before, there is no substitute for having a boy who is barely a man between my legs and filling me with his delicious manhood. Its thrilling to feel their youthful power and to know how virile they are.
I have been having such fun that I'd not even thought about how much time has gone by since I first took young Clayton to my bed. I am just as eager as ever for my sexy boy with his throbbing dick and all his youthful energy to come and pleasure me. I had told myself I did not want a regular lover. For me that seemed so dangerous. I felt sure that anything long term would risk my being discovered. But Clayton changed that. He was so special and so ready to do anything I wanted. And he has learned to be exactly the lover I need.
He is a fine young man. I have guided him as he matured in to a full-grown man. Now he can provide me with amazing sex all the time. That's thanks to my teaching, of course. But he is getting older and I know its time for him to move on with a proper girlfriend of his own. Not one he needs to keep a secret. And I know I need to let him go - gently. Not like Ryan where I foolishly let my heart get caught. But with my teaching, Clayton is ready for a woman his own age and I need to encourage him to take that step.
That has created a problem, however. How will I replace my gorgeous Clayton? All along, fucking a young man or twice a week has hardly been enough. When I was with my ex-husband, sex twice a week seemed quite enough. But I remember my youth and how the young boys wanted to screw every single day. Now I crave boys that age with their sexual energy. And having Clayton screw me regularly and having him spurt and shoot from his fabulous manhood has left me needing more.
There was only one conclusion - I would pursue Ajay. Watching him at the gym, his dark skin glistening with sweat, was more than I could resist. He is just the right age for me and he looks so gorgeous. I made sure to get his attention and a few times we chatted briefly. Although I would have to be careful about approaching him in that way. I do have a fear that I'll be found out. Flirting with much younger boys at the gym increases that risk. I don't want my reputation ruined. But what is life without risks - right? I needed someone to take the place of my beautiful Clayton. I needed more sex with young men - ones that are young enough to be my son.
The other reason was my girlfriends. The ones who always want the details of my sex life. They had wanted to help me get over my husband leaving me for another, younger woman. They insisted I have lots of sex and sleep with different guys. It sound so simple. Of course, it wasn't. And it isn't for either of them. But we get together regularly and have lots of fun talking about men.
Kerry broke-up with her husband some years ago. I know she was happy for a time with him. Since then she has admitted to having a few lovers. But I think she is waiting for Mr Right. Whereas the few men she has gotten serious about were like that. And, according to her, they were not very good in bed.
Jill has never really had a long-term relationship. I guess she is not the kind to settle down. But it seems like she has always had a boyfriend. And she talks about sex all the time. I still pretend to be shocked by some of the things she tells us. Lately she has been telling us about two "boyfriends". The latest one is a businessman from interstate that sees when he is in town. Jill insists its not cheating to have a lover on the side that she fucks once a month. In her telling, its just a little extra harmless fun. It seems so wrong and, yet, I am the kind of woman who would be described as a cougar and, worse, a slut. So I pretend to be a little disapproving of Jill's current arrangements but deep down I know that she'd be shocked by the truth of my sex life.
The girls know some of my adventures. I told them about Clive but not the whole story. I never told them about all the things we did or how exciting it was to let Clive take charge of me.
Naz gave me new stories to tell them but I fudged some details. Especially about his age. I have never let them know I how much I lust after younger guys - guys who are only barely men. But we talk about how good - or bad - our lovers are in the sack and sometimes we even admit to some of the things that we enjoy doing or receiving.
They were very excited to hear about the young man on the train. Once again I lied about his age. It was easier to say he was someone I met from one of my suppliers at work. But I made sure to tell them about his very big penis and how it felt inside my vag. They were both so excited to hear those details. I know Kerry was rather jealous and that made me feel good.
Jill was thrilled to hear about my encounter with the married couple. Both she and Kerry were agog when I told them about Kristine who licked her husband's cum from my boobs. Their reaction alone justified my getting involved with Kristine and David. We talked about threesomes for a long time after that. And Jill wanted to know when I would have sex with a woman. But I can't see that happening - not when I have my young men to keep me satisfied.
My brief fling with Jens was also wonderful. And it was good to have some fresh sex stories to share. Although, those tales featured a businessman from England who propositioned me and had sex with me in a couple of positions that were new to me.
But I'll never tell my girlfriends about Clayton. Not even that I have a regular lover. I am afraid they'd want to meet him or get some more details about him. I just cannot take the risk of someone finding out about Clayton being my lover. It's a family thing and I cannot say more. And I like to keep secret my wicked, dirty needs for much younger men.
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So I had been thinking a lot about Ajay and how he would feel in my bed. He is a little short but he has very nice muscles under his singlet at the gym. And I think his little goatee is very cute. One night, the time was finally right to ask him for a drink.
"Ummm... no, I had better get home. My parents are expecting me."
My heart jumped at that. I knew he was young and he was ideal for me. Still living with his parents? Well, that is true of Clayton as well. But somehow I sensed Ajay was a virgin. That made him look even more beautiful. I had to have him. My heart was thumping loudly and I was afraid he might hear it. He looked nervous as well and that made it more certain he had never been with a girl.
"Tomorrow night then? I only have a light session to do. It would be fun to talk about the gym and things."
He finally agreed, somewhat reluctantly. We swapped numbers. The next night we met and I finally got him to relax a little with me. I asked him about girlfriends and he confirmed he'd never really had a serious relationship. He inquired about my husband and I lied and said he was away with business. My vag was tingling the whole time as he sat only three feet away. But I had a plan - if it didn't scare him off.
"Would you mind if I asked you to come to my place? I have something that needs taking care of. I can't do it by myself. And you are such a nice young man."
I know how corny it looks on paper. It felt just as corny to say it out loud. But so far I've not had a young man refuse a request like that. Ajay looked unsure but was willing. I gave him the address and told him to follow me out of the carpark.
Inside my house, my heart was racing. It was time to make my move. You might remember how I convinced Clayton that first time. Slow steps at first. Just play with his penis and then I'd have him captured. I knew that something like that would work with Ajay. He was so nervous that he'd wouldn't make the first move no matter how big a hint I gave him. But that night felt like now or never.
"You have a wonderful body. Can I feel your muscles? I think you should put your arms around me. If you give me a hug I'll really feel how strong you are."
"Ummm... I don't know..."
"Its OK, I promise. You are a handsome boy. I'd love to feel your arms around me."
Slowly, nervously, he managed to get his arms around me. It was exhilarating. Though not just because of his muscles.
