My husband, Charles, and I sat at the dining room table, my fork spearing the salad in front of me. We had gone through the usual small talk and silence had ensued. Finally, I broke it. "Guess what? There's a new temp worker at the office. It's a he," I added, grinning.
"Really? And, what, you think he has a thing for stone-faced, middle-aged Latina MILFs?"
"Ha! Oh, please, I'm not that serious! Nor am I a 'MILF'". Or maybe I am one?"
Truthfully, I knew I wasn't a "MILF", on account of the few extra pounds around my midsection, my slightly flabby ass, the hipster glasses I wear, and my face, which gives off an annoyed and upset 'Resting Bitch Face' look. Despite this, we had joked about sexual scenarios with younger men in the past, as a way to add fantasy to our dull suburban lives.
"So, tell me, what does this new, young and handsome male office worker look like?"
I pondered for a moment, running my fork through the salad. "Well, he's in his mid-twenties. He's tall, lean, and has that messy hair look that's popular with the kids these days."
Charles raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like trouble. What else?"
I shrugged. "He's got these big, brown puppy dog eyes and a bit of a scruffy beard. Honestly, he's pretty cute but young enough to be my son."
Charles smirked. "Well, that shouldn't stop you from indulging in a little bit of fantasy, right? After all, age is just a number, right?"
My stomach flipped at his words. Charles had always been open to exploring our sexual fantasies, but the idea of being with someone that much younger than me was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
"I don't know, Charles. It's one thing to joke about, but it's another thing to actually seduce a man to cuckold, and have sex with."
My husband seemed even more interested, his eyes lit up with excitement over the notion of my getting fucked by a younger man.
I continued. "Though, I admit, I would love to have a young man's hard cock in my hands, my mouth, my pussy, and quite possibly, my ass."
Again, my pussy gushed with excitement at my words.
Charles sat quietly for a moment, then spoke. "Do you think he'd be interested?"
The words sent a thrill up my spine. "Oh, I don't think he'd be interested, but I can certainly make him interested."
The thought of seducing my underage office temp worker into fucking my tight cunt made my pussy ache for release. "Well, let me think about it...He's young, so I'm sure he doesn't have a girlfriend. Plus, he's so cute and harmless, it should make it easy to get my way," I said, giggling.
"It's worth a try. Plus, if you can find a way to film it, that'd be even better."
"Let me see what I can do about it at work, tomorrow."
***
Good luck had smiled down on me, as I saw him in the break room eating lunch.
"Hello, Henry," I said, entering the room. "How are you doing today?"
Upon walking by him, I gave a tender squeeze on his shoulder, letting my hand rest for a few seconds, before lifting it. I began to undress him with my eyes, picturing him naked, his hard cock spearing me.
"I'm doing well, Ms. Potter, thanks."
He was nervous, but I could see how his eyes smoldered, and I knew that he was just as turned on by my touch as I was by his youthful, fit body.
"You know, you don't have to call me 'Ms. Potter', honey. I'd actually prefer you call me Sofia."
"Why's that, Ms. Pot -- I mean, Sofia?"
"Because it's too formal. Plus, it helps me to feel young and sexy."
"You don't have to worry about the sexy part," he said, sotto voce.
Upon hearing this, I got short on breath as the realization that I was alone with this sexy young man, who was into me, became apparent.
"Oh, and why is that, dear?"
"Well," he replied, "I'm a good judge of sexiness, you see. Especially when it comes to mature Latina women."
"OK, then that's settled. Feel free to call me 'Sofia'."
He smiled. "Thanks, Sofia. I'd love to call you that."
All of a sudden, I was struck with an idea.
"How would you like to go out and get something to eat, Henry? I can drive us."
The request took him by surprise, as indicated by the panicky look on his face. But, he quickly composed himself and nodded.
Even though he had eaten most of his lunch, he still agreed to go with me. With a conspiratorial look, we both left the break room, walking together as if we were two colleagues going out on a smoke break. Getting into the elevator, neither of us spoke, both of us too worked up to make inane conversation.
Finally, it came to the ground level. "After you," he motioned, allowing me to walk ahead of him. On the surface, it appeared to be a chivalrous act, although I surmised he did it so that he could steal looks at my ass. In his defense, I had worn a skirt, with boots up to my knees. Most likely, I looked like a suburban housewife feebly attempting to reconnect with my lost youth, yet I didn't give a shit.
"I'm parked over here, Henry," I announced, both of us eager for my car doors to become unlocked.
Once they were unlocked, we hopped inside.
"Henry, there's something I need to say."
"Yes, what is it?"
My husband and I have decided it might spice up our marriage if I have sex with a younger man. If it's too strange for you, I understand, and respect it."