A Younger Man's Plaything - Part 3

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Most women have little interest in being with a selfish man. Not over the long haul. It gets exhausting after a while. There is, however, a sweet spot where the selfishness isn't a problem so long as it's combined with certain other qualities.

Take Theo, for instance. He has the selfishness inherent in so many young men. He wants what he wants and he doesn't spend a great deal of time thinking about what anyone else wants. When the thing Theo wants is my pussy, well, that works out very well for me because he's hot, he has plenty of skill in bed, and he wields a big cock that reaches places inside me that very few men have ever been. He might be selfish, but I can benefit from that because he fucks me so well.

I don't have the time - or the inclination, for that matter - to give myself to Theo whenever he wants me. It feels good that he wants me so often, though. Really good. I get a text damn near every day asking if I'm available. I know he's just looking to get off - to nut, as he so often refers to his orgasm - but this isn't a case where I'm being used. I cum when I'm with Theo. I cum really fucking hard. Plus, I get the extra benefit of having more orgasms when I get home from cuckolding my husband with a much younger man.

It was about a month - maybe five weeks - into my relationship (which is a term that I'm using loosely with regards to my young lover) that I discovered a different side of him. You see, it had been a week since I'd let him have me, mostly due to scheduling issues, work, life, etc. It happens.

A week, as it turns out, was a little too long for Theo. I started getting frustrated texts. The sort where his selfishness was really showing.

"What's going on, Sam? It's been a week. I feel like you're blowing me off."

"Did I do something to upset you? I thought you like the way I fucked you? I thought you couldn't get enough of my dick."

"I have other options, you know. I could fuck someone else. I'd really prefer to fuck you, but I don't have to."

If I was Theo's girlfriend, those texts might have prompted a break up. I mean, who has the time or energy to deal with that sort of bullshit? I wasn't his girlfriend, though. I was his plaything. His fuck toy. He was mine, too, by the way.

So I played it differently. I resolved to make it up to him, to make him feel so good that he'd forget all about his frustration.

"I feel bad I haven't been available to tend to your needs," I texted. "I'm available tonight, though. I was thinking I could come over, show you my new lingerie, and spend the rest of the night letting you do whatever you wanted with me."

A man of any age likes it when a woman makes that kind of offer. It's a real ego boost.

"I don't know," he texted back. "I made plans with my friends. We're going to a bar."

He was playing hard to get. How fun. "Are you going to try and pick up a girl, Theo? Some little cutie to take back to your place and fuck into oblivion? Do you think she'll make you feel as good as I do? Do you think she'll get on her knees and swallow your cock? Do you think she'll let you pull her hair and smack her ass as you savage her from behind? Do you think she'll let you pound her into your bed while screaming your name because you fuck her so good? Will fucking her be anywhere near as fun as fucking the married woman that gets wet just thinking about your dick?"

I was all hot and bothered by the time I finished sending the text and it dawned on me that I liked fucking Theo a great deal more than I'd realized. I had gotten to a place where I was, I suppose, hooked on his cock and the way he made me feel when he used it. I mean, why else would I be so willing to do the things I'd done with him? Most women aren't into going over to a guy's house, deepthroating his cock, swallowing his load, and then going home without even getting naked. I'd done that for Theo on several occasions, though.

"Are you wet right now?" Theo texted.

"Yes."

"Show me."

We were playing a game. A game I enjoyed. I got naked from the waist down, spread my pussy lips, and took a picture. I was, indeed, visibly wet. I sent him the image along with a quick text, "This pussy is yours if you want it tonight. I'm not available for the rest of the weekend, though."

He didn't text back for quite some time. I think he was messing with me. Punishing me for not being available for a week. It was working, too, as I was suddenly quite frustrated that I couldn't get what I wanted.

"I'll get in touch if I don't find someone at the bar," he finally replied.

It was harsh and I wasn't entirely sure if it was real or if he was fucking with me. I was annoyed, though. Frustrated for sure. I was also horny. "What bar are you going to?"

He gave the name without hesitation.

"Have fun," I texted.

Now, I had options. I could have waited. I was pretty sure that Theo could find a girl to bring home if he was really determined, but I was also pretty sure that I'd make him feel better than any bar slut could and I was equally certain that he understood that. The thing is, Theo was a young man, and young men often make bad decisions out of spite and I wasn't certain of just how frustrated he was with me.

In the end, the decision was easy. I'd go to the bar. I'd flirt with the guys there. Maybe I'd flirt with one of Theo's friends. I'd play the game he was playing. I'd see how it would make him feel.

"What are you wearing?" was the first question out of Seth's mouth when I told him my plan. It's so nice to be married to a cuck. He just wants me to be happy. He wants me to have fun. He wants, perhaps most importantly, to emotionally join me on the journey as he gets to have a vicarious kind of fun.

"Something classy but a little bit slutty," I answered. "I can't compete with the 25 year olds at the bar, but I can absolutely look like the kind of woman that would blow a younger man's mind if he could convince her to go home with him."

"I'll be right back."

Seth hopped to his feet and headed for the bedroom. He returned soon after holding a pleated black leather skirt, a red satin camisole, and a pair of strappy four inch heels. "You'd look amazing in this."

I smiled brightly. My husband was helping me to look good for the young man I was trying to entice. He was helping me get laid. He was like my girlfriends would have been back when I was 25 years old. It was remarkably alluring.

I changed into the outfit and Seth was right. I looked amazing. I considered a pair of stockings, but keeping my legs bare was a better choice. The skirt was fairly short and the heels were high enough that my legs looked really fucking good.

"Good choice, sweetheart," I said. "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure."

"Do you think I can pull off going without a bra?"

He stared at my breasts. They're not as perky as they were 15 years ago, but they still look pretty good. My nipples were hard and already poking through the satin, a surefire sign of my excitement.

"I think you can and should go without a bra," he said. "It will make you irresistible."

"Does that mean you want me, Seth? Am I irresistible to you right now?"

He nodded.

I took his hand and placed it on my breast. He smiled and touched me exactly as I'd hoped he would. I kissed him and offered my tongue. His other hand moved to my ass and pulled up the skirt so he could grasp my bare flesh.

Seth got hard and I unzipped his pants to free him. I stroked him while we kissed and rubbed the head of his cock over the skirt a little. He moaned and I stepped away, in part because I didn't want precum all over my skirt and in part because I was going to give Seth a reward for helping me dress for my evening.

"Sit on the couch," I said.

He did so and I straddled him and took him inside me. I rode him slowly as we kissed. His hands moved all over my body and I was thoroughly aroused. So much so that cumming would have been easy. I held off, though. I did so purposefully. I wanted to be full of desire when I went to the bar. I wasn't going to let Seth cum, either. I was just going to drive him wild, to reward him with my pussy without offering the full reward that he probably deserved.

"Does my pussy feel good?"

He nodded and grabbed my ass firmly.

"You know I'm going to give my pussy to a much younger man tonight. Theo...or one of his friends, I suppose. Either way, someone else is going to have an orgasm while buried deep in my pussy."

I was riding him slowly at that point. I didn't want him cumming, after all.

"I love that you're giving your pussy to another man tonight. To a younger man."

"To a man that can give me what I need," I said. "That can give me what my husband can't."

I stopped riding him entirely and it looked like there was a chance Seth was going to cum anyway. He managed to hold off, though, and I lifted my hips and stood in front of him.

Seth inched forward until he was on his knees in front of the couch. I lifted the skirt and he leaned in and started eating me out. I let the skirt fall around his head and played with my tits as he massaged my clit.

"That's it, baby. Get me all worked up. Make me horny for Theo's young dick. Make it so I'm out of my mind with lust for him."

Seth did his job. A cuckold's job. He got his hotwife all worked up for her young lover. He made sure that I was determined to get fucked - and get fucked well - before I came home that night. He's a very good husband.

I had Seth go down on me again before I left a few hours later. I was slick with desire and my nipples were rock hard as I got into the Uber. The driver gave me more than a few looks in the rearview mirror, though it was flattering instead of creepy.

I strode confidently into the bar. I saw Theo before he saw me. I sidled up to a younger man sitting at the bar a long way from Theo. We flirted a little. He offered to buy me a drink and I gladly accepted. It was soon after the drink arrived that Theo finally saw me. I glanced at him and smiled and then turned my attention back to the young man that had bought me the drink. He was interested. He was cute, too. Fucking him probably would have been a great deal of fun. Not as fun as fucking Theo, though.

I was a little surprised that Theo didn't come right over. He's a young man, though, so I shouldn't have been entirely surprised. Young men - and women, to be fair - like to play games. Ego-based games. I was playing one too, I suppose, though I think I was playing it with more skill.

Maybe I was just being a bit awful. I'm not sure. I'm not sure I care, either. That's why I kissed the young man that had bought me a drink. We'd been chatting for half an hour. I'd finished my drink. I was a bit buzzed. I put a hand on his leg and watched his eyes go wide. I smiled at him. A decidedly flirty smile. He glanced at my breasts and perhaps my hard nipples poking through the red satin.

I leaned in a little and that was all it took. He leaned in the rest of the way and kissed me. I closed my eyes. I parted my lips. His tongue pushed into my mouth. Not aggressively, though. Gentle. Seductive, really. It was, in fact, a remarkably good kiss. Good enough that my pussy tingled with desire. Good enough that I decided right then and there that I'd go home with the young man if Theo decided he wasn't interested.

He was, though. He showed up as soon as the kiss was over. He was right behind me.

"Sam," he said.

Almost everyone else in my life called me Samantha. I liked that Theo sometimes shortened it to Sam. I looked over my shoulder at him. I didn't smile. I offered only a serious look with perhaps a hint of annoyance.

"This isn't cool, Sam."

He was right. It was decidedly uncool of me to have kissed another man in front of him. Theo had passed up on fucking me in favor of going to a bar with his friends, though, and he'd implied that he'd be looking for a girl to fuck while he was there.

"No luck tonight, Theo?" I asked.

The young man I'd kissed seemed to understand that something was happening between Theo and me and he kept silent. Perhaps he'd thought to himself that the kiss was good enough and he wasn't going to push. Perhaps he found Theo a bit intimidating.

"What?"

"Well, it seemed like you were coming to this bar in search of a cute young thing to fill with your cock," I said. "If you're over here, I have to assume you haven't had any luck in that endeavor."

He was annoyed with me. Frustrated, too. I could see it. He might have been a little bit angry.

"You're mine," he said.

There was no anger in his voice. Just certainty. The confidence behind his words made me wet.

"Is that right?" I replied.

He nodded.

"Show me," I said.

Theo took my hand. He squeezed it tight. I slid off the bar stool. I followed him through the crowd. He took me into the bathroom, which was cleaner than you'd expect. He pushed me up against the door. He kissed me as his hand squeezed one of my breasts with remarkable strength. It hurt, but it felt good. It's hard to explain, though if you're a woman you might understand it.

The kiss felt like him taking possession of me, like his tongue invading my mouth and claiming me. He was rough but in a way that actually made me feel safe, which sounds so strange to write but was absolutely true.

His hand moved from my breast to my panties. He pulled them down to my knees with such force I thought he might rip them off me. His fingers invaded me, though he did so gently. It's unwise to injure the pussy you intend on fucking, after all.

"This is mine," he said while fingering me deeply. "This pussy is meant to give me pleasure."

My legs were trembling as Theo demonstrated the qualities that had drawn me to him in the first place. He'd never acted exactly in this manner, but his self-assuredness, his confidence, it was the driver behind the way he fucked. It was that selfishness, really, and it was intensely arousing in that moment.

"Yes, it is," I replied softly. "My pussy is yours."

He smiled. "Good." His fingers left my pussy and entered my mouth. I sucked them clean as I held his gaze. He unzipped his pants and freed his dick. I reached for it but he slapped my hand away.

Theo pulled his fingers from my mouth, dried them on his shirt, and then ran them through my hair. For a moment I thought he was being tender, but then he gripped my hair tightly and spun me around. I pressed my hands against the bathroom door as he pulled back on my waist. I arched my back and he stepped closer and rubbed the head of his dick over my pussy lips.

My heart pounded. I wanted him inside me, but he wasn't wearing a condom.

"Theo, you have to put on a condom," I said.

"I'm clean," he replied. "I get tested monthly."

He pushed the head of his cock inside me.

"I haven't fucked anyone other than you since I last got tested."

He pushed another inch inside me. He kept filling me with one hand gripping my hair tightly and the other on my hip. He filled me until every inch was inside me. He'd taken me. He'd taken my pussy and made it his.

He didn't pull out, though. He wasn't going to fuck me bareback without my consent. I believed him when he said he was clean. It would have been a monstrous thing to lie about and I'd never gotten that vibe from Theo.

"Fuck me," I said.

Theo did just that. He fucked me hard from behind. He kept one hand in my hair the whole time, but the other hand moved. He smacked my ass. He played with my tits, doing so while leaning forward so our bodies were pressed together. At one point he turned my head using his grip on my hair and kissed me deeply while his dick pistoned in and out of my pussy.

"You want me to cum inside you, Sam?" he asked. "You want me to cum in your pussy?"

I was getting fucked in a bar bathroom. I was getting fucked by a man fifteen years my junior. I was getting fucked bareback. It was so fucking hot.

"Yes! Cum in my pussy!"

I rubbed my clit as Theo blew his load inside me. I had an insanely powerful orgasm. I nearly collapsed on the floor and only remained standing because Theo put an arm around me and held me up.

He stayed inside me for a short while and then pulled out, stepped back, looked down at his dick, and said, "Suck it clean."

Unbelievably, I did it. I squatted in front of him and sucked his dick clean while his cum dripped out of me and onto the tiled bathroom floor. I didn't suck him for long, but I did it. It turned me on, too.

I tucked him back into his pants, stood, and pulled my panties up. I stared at Theo, waiting for him to say something.

"I'm taking you back to my place," he said. "You can tell your husband that you're spending the night."

"Okay," I replied.

He smiled, took my hand, and led me out of the bathroom. A few guys were waiting and they all looked at me. They knew Theo had fucked me. Most of them looked jealous, which made me happy.

We got an Uber back to his place. We made out for most of the ride. He was in my mouth as soon as we stepped into his apartment. He fucked me on the living room floor. He came deep inside me.

We fucked twice more before going to sleep and once more in the morning. His cum was still dripping out of me when I got home.

I told Seth what happened, that I was now having unprotected sex with Theo. I told him Theo was clean.

He did what many cuckolds would have done. He asked if he could eat my pussy. I told him it would taste like another man's cum. He told me that only made him more interested.

I let him clean me. Then I let him fuck me. Then we spent a few hours in bed and we fucked again.

It was a spectacularly good day and things with Theo got even more interesting in the weeks and months that would follow.