A Younger Man's Plaything - Part 1

It's an exquisite thing to be desired in an overwhelming fashion, to know that you're on the mind of a man - a desirable man, of course - all day long. To know that his cock stirs and his balls tingle when he thinks of you. To know that you provide him with such overwhelming pleasure that he longer thinks of other women, even if one of those other women openly flirts with him. She might be beautiful, but he's so obsessed with you that he barely notices her.

I'd venture to say that most women experience this phenomenon at some point in their lives. I'd go further to say that many women end up marrying the man that feels that way about them. I certainly did.

At some point, though, the feeling fades a bit. That's just how life works. Unless you're married to a cuckold. Then you can recreate that experience over and over throughout your marriage.

As a woman approaching my 40th birthday, I've found that recreating that experience with a much younger man is quite thrilling. In a way, it's safer, too, because there's no chance of something real - truly real - developing. The age difference is just too big. There is, however, a very real chance of a wild sexual infatuation developing and it can - and should - absolutely go both ways.

I'm in the midst of an infatuation right now. The young man's name is Theo. We met two months ago. He was making drinks at this coffee place I stop into if I have time before work. I was wearing on a white silk blouse and a black skirt on the day we met. He called out my name after making my drink and told me I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He also wrote his number on the cup.

I texted him later that day. I told him I thought he was cute. I didn't get much work done that afternoon as we spent a few hours texting each other. He asked me out for a drink after work. I agreed. I told my husband I'd be late for dinner.

We ended up having two drinks over the course of nearly two hours. After that we made out in the backseat of my car. I let him play with my tits and I stroked his cock a little, but no one's clothes came off. He must have told me a dozen times how badly he wanted me. I felt the same way, though I've found that with younger men it seems to work better if they're not entirely sure of how badly I want them, at least at first.

Under normal circumstances, a woman is supposed to wait a handful of dates before she fucks a guy. Being a hotwife, though, changes the math on that equation, especially with a younger guy.

I know that men of all ages are horny, but it's different with younger men. That's where the obsession comes from. They feel it 24/7. Their testosterone is going wild and in some cases they can barely control it.

I met Theo for a date just a few days after our car makeout session. I wore a tight red dress. My hair was long and wavy. I went with smokey, sexy eye makeup and just a touch of lip gloss because - and I'm happy to admit this - I wanted him to think about my lips being wrapped around his cock.

We had dinner. The conversation was far better than you'd expect. I think that's in part because Theo is an artist. He writes. He makes music. He paints a little. I'm not sure if he's ever going to find his way to turning his art into a career, but he has the mind of a dreamer and it makes him a great deal more interesting to talk to. Plus, he's almost entirely lacking in insecurity, which is a rare thing among men his age.

After dinner I suggested that we go back to Theo's place. He seemed a little hesitant at first, but I assured him that I wouldn't be bothered if his apartment wasn't exactly dripping in luxury. I'd read his mind, as it turned out, and when we arrived it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I'd imagined it might be. Mostly it was messy with the detritus of artistic pursuits. Instruments strewn about, a spare bedroom filled with canvases and spilled paint, and notebooks stuffed with ideas strewn about.

None of that mattered, though, because I wasn't at Theo's place to be impressed by the decor or his ability to keep a neat house. I was at his place to get fucked, and get fucked I did.

I've been on dates with a few young men who are too timid to truly have a good time with. They ask for permission to kiss or touch me, they seem to want me to guide things, they seem nervous when the time comes to do something more than kiss. That doesn't work for me. I don't need a man to be aggressive, but I do need him to be decisive.

Theo was decisive. So very decisive. He kissed me as soon as we stepped into his apartment, and it was the sort of kiss that feels like it encompasses the whole of you. My dress was tight, but the fabric was fairly flexible and Theo had it up around my waist before long. His fingers - his long, skilled fingers - found their way into my panties and into my pussy, where he discovered my wetness.

"Can you feel how badly I want you?" I asked as he fingered me.

"I can," he replied with a smile. A confident smile. The smile of a man who knew the beautiful older woman craved him. In hindsight, that smile was a signifier of a moment of transformation, where Theo completely understood that I was a woman that very much needed to get fucked by someone like him.

He took my hand and placed it between his legs. His cock was hard and I stroked him as he stared into my eyes.

"Show me how badly you want me," he said.

I nearly fucking melted. I like that kind of confidence in a man. I like that sense that he's in control. Fuck do I like it.

So I showed him. I got on my knees for him. I looked up at him as I unzipped his pants. I freed his cock as he looked down at me and ran his fingers through my hair. I took him in my mouth. I maintained eye contact at almost all times as I blew him.

"Fucking hell, Samantha," he said.

I thought maybe he'd keep talking, but he seemed to lose himself in the pleasure I offered. I like it when that happens for a man when I have him in my mouth. It makes my pussy wet to know that I'm pleasuring him like that, especially when I'm really attracted to him, because if I can make him feel that good then there's an excellent chance he'll want me again, and again, and again.

As I sucked his cock, I ran my hand under Theo's shirt and over his abs. One of the really nice things about fucking younger men is that it's much easier for them to keep their bodies in great shape and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't into a guy with a hot body.

I also took his pants and underwear off while on my knees and soon enough I had his balls in my mouth. In my experience, men like it when you suck their balls. It shows a commitment to their pleasure that they almost all thoroughly enjoy, especially if the ball sucking is combined with working the cock with a hand, which I always make sure to do.

"Fuck, Samantha, I have to fuck you," Theo said while I was sucking on the head of his cock.

"I'm all yours," I replied. "Take me however you like."

Some men don't respond well to that sort of thing, but Theo didn't strike me as that kind of man. I was right about that. He took his shirt off, helped me to my feet, and spun me around to unzip my dress. It was on the floor a moment later. He took my bra off, cupped my breasts, and played with them with the exact right level of force as he kissed the back of my neck and slipped his cock between my legs. I moved my hips like I was fucking myself on his shaft - he wasn't inside me, mind you, but I was moving like he was - and Theo ran a hand up my back and into my hair for just a few moments.

I moaned. It was fucking hot. I was actually so turned on I momentarily thought about putting aside the need for a condom in favor of having him inside me right then and there. I didn't do that, of course. I'm not crazy. I'm just telling you how worked up I was for Theo.

"Theo, I need you to fuck me," I said as a result of that desire. "Right now. I need your cock inside me."

He took me to his bedroom. He put on a condom. He peeled off my panties and we kissed while standing at the side of his bed. Then he spun me around. I felt his dick probing over my pussy lips from behind. I bent over and rested my hands on the bed. Theo slipped inside me.

"Oh, fuck," I said.

He was big. Much, much bigger than my husband, though I'm sure you already suspected that. He grasped a breast with one hand and ran the other up my back. He gripped my shoulder and I arched my back to make it easier for him to slide all the way into my pussy.

Then Theo fucked me. He fucked me so good. It's hard to explain exactly what makes a man better at sex, but I would say that a great deal of it comes down to body control, which might also come down to whether or not the guy is in good shape. Theo had perfect body control. He fucked with speed and power and he managed to make it so that his dick slipped into me from the perfect angle for both my pleasure and his.

This was not sex that lasted a long time. This was fast, furious, wild sex that was the result of a great deal of lust building up over the course of our date, and probably some left over lust from our hookup in the car.

The combination of Theo's cock and a bit of clit rubbing was more than enough to give me the kind of orgasm that literally had my legs shaking as I gripped the bed sheets. Theo came too, and he did so in that way where he was all groans and grunts and his body was shuddering. I know I'm not alone - amongst women, that is - in really, really enjoying it when a guy cums like that while his dick is buried deep inside me. I like sucking a guy's cock to completion, too, but there's something so much hotter about my pussy being the thing that gets him off.

He pulled out and I crawled into the bed and rolled onto my beck, mostly because my legs felt like jelly. I looked at Theo and saw a hazy, delighted smile on his face and a big load of cum at the tip of the condom, which he then pulled off before heading to the bathroom to toss it. He returned and crawled into bed with me. I cuddled up next to him and he put his strong arm around me. We kissed and I told him that I'd thoroughly enjoyed the fucking he gave me.

"I hope you don't have any plans on leaving," he said. "Because I can't have you just once. I need you multiple times, Samantha. You turn me on so fucking much that I have to have you more than once before I let you go home."

I smiled. "You can have me as many times as you want me, Theo."

He had that same look as when I'd gotten on my knees to show him how badly he wanted me. Men like it when women are eager to make them cum, to satisfy their desires. Women like it when a man is eager to fuck them, to use them to satisfy their desires, or at least I do, especially when that man is hot and a great deal younger than I am.

I'd like to think that I exhausted Theo that night. He fucked me four times in total. He came four times. There was plenty of foreplay, lots of cocksucking and stroking, a good deal of pussy eating - which Theo is remarkably good at - and just about every position you can imagine was one that we took advantage of. We fucked all over his apartment, too. It's not big so that's not hard to do, but I got fucked on a kitchen table for the first time in years.

We'd gone in there for a drink of water after our second time. I'd put on my panties but was otherwise naked. He gave me a glass of water and I leaned against the kitchen table to drink it.

"Why are you wearing panties?" he asked.

I looked down, smiled, and said, "I don't know. I didn't think about it. I just put them on."

He smiled too, though it was that wildly confident smile. "I'm not done with you yet, Samantha. I've only had you twice. I'm going to have you at least once more and there's no reason you should have panties on until I'm done with you."

My pussy got wet. So very wet. I set the glass on the table and took my panties off. "Is that better?" I asked.

I hopped on the table and spread my legs. I rubbed my pussy as Theo watched from across the room.

"Your husband really doesn't mind that you're doing this?" he asked. 

I looked down and smiled. He'd almost certainly noticed my engagement ring as I was masturbating with my left hand. "I know it's hard to believe, but my husband loves that I'm doing this. He loves that I fuck other people. He loves that I have great sex with other people. He's a cuckold. He stays faithful while I explore my desires with anyone I please. His cock gets far less attention than the cocks of the guys I cuckold him with and that's exactly how it should be. It's also exactly how he wants it. When I go home tonight, I'll tell him everything you did to me, everything I did for you, all the ways in which we pleasured each other. If my husband is lucky, I'll do so while I give him a handjob. If he's not lucky, I'll do so while he eats my pussy and makes me cum two or three more times."

Theo set his glass down and walked over. I plunged my fingers into my pussy and then pulled them out just in time to suck them clean. He leaned in and we kissed. I pushed my tongue into his mouth to share the taste of my pussy with him.

Then I put a hand on the top of his head and pushed down. He smiled and went to work on my pussy. I had two hands on his head before long. I had an orgasm not long after and I did so while Theo masturbated. By the time he stood up his dick was hard as a rock.

"Go get a condom," I said. "You can fuck me as long and hard as you like with that gorgeous cock of yours."

He rushed off to the bedroom. He returned wearing a condom. He slipped his cock inside me and he fucked me long and hard. It was a good ten minutes of pussy pounding, honestly, and every second of it felt fantastic. I had two more orgasms while he was inside me on the kitchen table. He came really fucking hard, too, and leaned forward as I fell back onto the table. I held him close and kissed him as his body vibrated from the pleasure.

He pulled out, took off his condom, and tossed it in the kitchen trash. I smiled, slipped off the table, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I was, if I'm being honest, a little bit cock drunk and I wanted to do something memorable. So I sucked his dick clean. I did it in that worshipful way that men love. I kissed and licked and sucked on him like he had the world's most perfect and wonderful cock, like he'd provided me with pleasure unlike any other.

We fucked again before I went home. This time on the couch. We'd watched a bit of TV together, though halfway through the episode I had his dick in my mouth. I sucked him with his hand on the back of my neck until he was rock hard. This time I ran off to get the condom. I rolled it down his dick, climbed into his lap, and rode him slowly. We kissed. He licked and sucked on my tits. I told him how good his cock felt inside me, how hard he made me cum, how badly I wanted more orgasms with his big dick buried in me.

I had two more before he came for the fourth time that night. I'm pretty sure he could have gone again, but my pussy was sore and it was late, so we hung out for a little bit longer and then I got dressed and headed home to my husband.

Seth was waiting for me as I stepped inside. As always he was smiling, though I could see that an evening of angst had taken a gentle toll on him. I stepped into his arms for a long hug and told him how much I loved him.

Then I kissed him slowly and deeply until he was sporting a raging erection. His hands roamed over my body as we kissed and I'm certain he thought of the fact that a much younger man's hands had traveled to all those same spots earlier that night.

"Theo was incredible," I said. "He gave me so many orgasms I lost count. He texted a handful of times as I drove home, too. He already wants me again, Seth. He already craves your wife. Theo and I are going to have a lot of fun together over the next few months. I'm going to be his sexual plaything and he's going to be mine. I'm going to satisfy his gorgeous young cock endlessly and he's going to satisfy my pussy in ways you've never dreamed of."

Seth is a cuckold, so of course he was hard as a rock. His favorite thing, as you might expect, is when his wife is in an active sexual relationship with another man, and Seth knows that I'm most excited about being a hotwife when I have a sexy young man to enjoy.

The question on this particular night was whether or not I was going to let my husband cum. Unfortunately for him, I'd decided on the way home that Seth wasn't going to have an orgasm.

He didn't know that, though, and I kept the hope alive for him. I took him to the bedroom. I let him strip me naked and had him remove his clothes. We kissed as I stroked his dick and his hands again wandered over my body, this time playing with my tits and my ass as I moaned into his mouth.

Seth likes to feel submissive, and while ours is not a female led marriage, I do like to give him what he wants so we engage in a bit of dom/sub play on nights when I cuckold him or when it comes to serving my pleasure.

On this night, I sat on the edge of the bed and ordered my cuckold husband to kiss my feet. He sank to his knees and I watched as he bent over in a supplicant position and pressed his lips against my toes and foot. He even kissed my ankles, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

I ordered him to kiss his way up my legs and to take his time. As he did, I shared the details of my evening. I told him how I'd sucked Theo's cock just inside the doorway to his apartment, how he'd told me to show him how badly I wanted him, how I got on my knees for a 25 year old and worshiped his dick with my mouth. I told my husband how I'd sucked Theo's balls to make it clear how badly I wanted him. I told Seth that I damn near let Theo take me bareback because I was so fucking turned on when he spun me around and slipped his dick between my thighs from behind.

I had him kiss his way up my legs as I continued to share details from the evening and by the time his lips made it to my knees his cock was dripping with desire. I like teasing him. I like denying him. I know he likes it too, though there's also a bit of agony to it. That's the thing about being a cuckold, though. There can be a masochistic element to it, and I'm more than happy to play that up for Seth from time to time.

I spread my legs a little and had him kiss my thighs a bit while I described how Theo had fucked me on his kitchen table. I made sure to play up that I let him have me for a solid ten minutes, that his cock satisfied me the entire time, that he never seemed to tire. Seth would have tired and I made sure to point that out. He moaned. He likes it when my young lovers are superior to him, and the great thing is that they're almost always better than him in some way.

Before he even neared my pussy I put my fingers under Seth's chin and lifted it until he was looking up at me.

"You won't be cumming tonight, my sweet cuckold," I said. "I'm too turned on. I need to cum again and I don't want to bother myself with tending to your orgasm. You'll have to wait until the next time Theo has me."

Seth was excited and agonized, as he so often is as a cuckold. I had him stand up and then very slowly stroked his cock as we kissed. Then I backed up into the bed, laid my head on a pillow, and spread my legs.

"Now worship my pussy," I instructed. "Make me cum as many times as I can handle while I think about being a sexual plaything for Theo. In fact, I think I'll text him and tell him that I already miss his cock, that my pussy can't wait until it gets to have him again."

I sent that text and several more as Theo and I ended up in a full-blown sexting session as Seth went down on me. I made sure to note that my husband was eating pussy while I was sexting with Theo, just as a good hotwife should.

It was a fantastically pleasurable beginning to a relationship that has since blossomed into one of the most sexually satisfying of my life. I'll tell you more about how we got to that place next time.