When our affair first started, I foolishly thought of him as just a young, eager cock that I wanted to experience. He was handsome, big, definitely the alpha male type, horny and hung like a Mastiff. It was obvious that he was testing himself and wanting to test his skills with an older woman, a more experienced "bitch."
Turns out, I was the one with the lesson to learn.
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We met at the surprise party for my forty-fifth birthday that was thrown by my longtime best friend, Jacqui. Though I didn't want to admit it at the time, I think I always had a thing for Zeus. Zeus was twenty-eight, big, hard-bodied, young and very sexy, just looking at him ignited an aching between my legs that I hadn't felt in a long time.
He was there at my party with his girlfriend, a lovely girl, but that didn't stop him from coming on to me for most of the night. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the weed, I don't know, but whatever it was, neither of us seemed to care. At the end of the evening, he put his girlfriend in an Uber, and he came home with me.
After a year of being in an estranged and growingly contentious marriage, my husband and I had been on a course headed straight for divorce. When I couldn't take it anymore, I moved out. I moved to a neighboring city, and though relieved to be away from him, I was very lonely.
At forty-five, I was a highly sexed and still desirable woman. Keeping in shape, exercising; staying physically attractive and fit had always been important to me as my firm, full breasts, small waist, and well-shaped behind attested. I was smart, fun to be with, financially secure, and unfortunately sexually needy. I was not ashamed of my body or my "needs," and so, though I had never been with anyone as young as Zeus before, I was eager for the experience.
*****
Within minutes of entering my house, we had stripped out of our clothes and were stretched out on the bed. Snuggling close to Zeus, I held him in my arms like a baby and gently stroked him. His cock was long, thick, and hard even before I had touched him. Zeus was not in the least intimidated by our age difference and now and then allowed soft, whimpering sounds to escape his parted lips. My young lover showed a quiet control when I slipped the hard, extended pink nipple of my breast into his mouth and enjoyed the feel of him sucking. I moaned with pleasure when a hot wave of release sizzled through me, and I felt his body tense and then relax as he spent himself and slowly calmed in my arms.
We did not have intercourse that night.
In very short order, we became the closest of "friends" and were always together. I gave him a key to the house, and I think he was there more than he was at his apartment, coming and going at will. If I were on the couch watching television, he would come and curl up next to me, his head in my lap, his hand up between my legs, rubbing, teasing, arousing. If I were working at my computer he would stand behind me and massage my shoulders, his large, strong hands inevitably slipping inside my shirt squeezing, caressing my tits making my nipples swell with the need to feel his mouth claim them. Sometimes late at night if he had been out with his girlfriend, I would still let him into bed with me. He would press close to me, wanting to suck my tits while I masturbated him. I could feel him growing bigger in my hand as I jerked him to the point of release. When he finished, I would slide down under the covers and using my mouth, lick and suck him clean.
Strangely, he could sometimes become even more sexually aggressive after climaxing. With me between his legs nursing his softening dick, he would begin to moan and hump my mouth. He liked to take me by the back of my head and wrapping my hair around his hands start pushing his hips up and down, trying to get his cock deeper into my mouth. Holding my mouth on his cock he'd keep thrusting until the waves of a revived orgasm crested, and he came grunting and groaning sending a torrent of hot cum down my tight throat.
When he finished, I would caress and massage his balls, and gently milk the last of his cum from his cock while commending him on being "such a good boy."
I swear when I look back, I really did think I was the one in control. Even at my age, I foolishly thought our relationship was simply a physical one. I had met a young man, and I saw myself as the teacher and he the pupil. In the beginning, it was strictly, at least on my part, me loving and wanting to give pleasure to a friend, a much younger friend.
*****
Zeus loved oral sex, giving and receiving, and he was very good at it. He thought nothing of pushing me back, prying my legs open. I would half-heartedly tell him to stop and go away, but it seemed I was constantly on my back with his mouth between my legs and I unashamedly admit I was flattered and very turned on when he did this.
One warm afternoon I had been swimming and lay dozing in the backyard. Half dreaming, I was awakened by a warm, wet sensation between my legs. Despite our being outside, where the risk of being seen was entirely possible Zeus had undone the ties at the sides of my swimsuit bottoms, nestled his head between my legs and was licking my clit. My initial impulse was to push him away, but Zeus was having none of that, he wouldn't move or stop and even gave me a very intimidating grunt when I tried to push him away. I felt him gently bite my clit warning me to lay still. I quieted and reclined back as he greedily enjoyed himself. He absently slipped his arms under my thighs to life my hips for better access and within minutes I was orgasming, cumming on his face. It was an extraordinary experience leaving me wonderfully wet, and my thighs quivering.
He was insatiable, once, twice a day he would want oral sex. If I tried to stop him from having his way, he could become irritable and sometimes angry. As he ate me, he would gently nip and suck my pussy lips until they were puffy and a deep rose color. I would reach down under his belly and masturbate him which seemed to both calm and excite him; I would jerk his shaft until it was achingly hard, and his cockhead became a bulbous, purple crown that when it finally exploded, would spray cum into my hand and all over the bed.
*****
I know it's crazy, but I felt conflicted; on the one hand, I wanted to have sex with Zeus, but on the other, I was reluctant to do so. I felt I was taking advantage of Zeus, and I may have even felt guilty about the difference in our ages. That attitude, however, was not held by Zeus, if anything he may have been the one taking advantage of me.
The sexual tension between us was palatable; me sucking his cock was fine, but Zeus was ready to fuck. I knew that while he enjoyed the oral sex with me, he wanted (needed?) more and so was still occasionally fucking his girlfriend.
*****
Typically, Zeus would seek me out for sex whenever he felt the urge, not even call or anything, just show up. If I didn't want to have sex, he was big enough and strong enough to "convince" me and with a little strategic fingering and foreplay, he would soon have me doing whatever he wanted. Yes, the sex with him was good, and it quickly became apparent that it was Zeus who was the one in control. He was the one deciding what kind of sex as well as when and where he wanted sex, and he expected me to comply.
One night I awoke in bed with my nightshirt pulled up; the covers piled on the floor next to the bed and Zeus on my back, preparing to hump me doggy fashion.