The joy of a younger man

It's been awhile since I had a chance to talk with my friend Kathleen, so we caught up over wine this weekend. As you'll recall, Kathleen got involved with the young stud I had a steamy affair with last year. I introduced them in a wild evening that culminated with the three of us in bed.

Kathleen is a pretty brunette in her forties and had been in a loveless, sexless marriage for a long time. She also wasn't all that sexually experienced, but she was curious and had a spark in her eye. She and Mike the Stud took to each other and it gave me the chance to make an easy exit. I had been concerned that he would kick her to the curb and hurt her. So far that hasn't happened. So here's the debrief, in Kathleen words, paraphrased and direct-quoted by me.

"The biggest change for me is the frequency of sex. My ex-husband might get drunk and climb on top of me once or twice a year, hump me for two minutes and fall asleep. Mike is voracious. He spends a lot of time at my place, and it's not unusual to be fucked three times in a night, on a work night. And we're not talking about two minutes. He has great control and fucks me for a long time. We do every conceivable position -- stuff I had never tried before -- but, as you know Linda, he loves doggie...

"He's the first man I ever did anal with. It was out of the question with my ex, and before him I had only two boyfriends, one in college and one when I was starting out at work. Neither tried it. Mike likes to fuck me in the ass. He's got a big cock -- you remember -- but I really love the way he fills me up. I've had three children and don't know if that makes a difference. I could barely feel my ex. Mike, oh, I feel Mike. It took me some time to learn how to relax and go with it in my ass. He can't get it all the way in, but it doesn't hurt.

"He likes it rough, likes to play tie-up and stuff like that. I can slow him down. Sometimes I just push against his belly to slow him down, and sometimes I squeeze his balls to get his attention. I'm not going to let the balance swing too far. But he can also give me just a great regular fuck. I'd never had anything like it. I've learned to be a good cocksucker, and oh god does he come. It's taken me time to learn to swallow it. Thick, smelly, nasty! I had next to no experience in that. He loves my breasts, loves to have me sit on his belly and dangle them in front of his face while he sucks my nipples hard for what seems like an hour. It drives me absolutely nuts. To have this handsome young man find me attractive is a huge ego boost.

"He still talks about you sometimes. He loves the way you could come in multiple orgasms. I'm not that way. I heat up slow -- I've made him learn to be patient with cunnilingus and with me riding him -- and then I have a big orgasm. But I've also learned to do a lot of moaning and stuff for him as he fucks me after I've come. Don't get me wrong, it still feels great...I'm just not going to have another orgasm that night. But it feels great...

"He's taught me kink. There was the time in the bar where he made me go down on him while you watched. He likes public sex. He's fucked me in an alley once with people walking by on the street not twenty feet away. When we go out he likes it if I dress provocatively, showing off my breasts. He likes it when men notice me, and I do, too. Sometimes he ties me up and puts on a blindfold and we play games. He says he wants to bring in some friends and blindfold me and go from there. I'm not sure I'm ready for that...yet."

Some suck, some don't -- and that sucks

I was talking to Kathleen and Jennifer about my latest blowjob conquest. Kathleen was aroused and Jennifer was horrified. It made me realize there are two kinds of women in the world. Read more on my latest Fellatrix post.

Somebody is rising to "head" of the class, er, bar

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Real life intrudes...but I keep my sexy boots on

Real-life rarely turns out like erotic fiction. Recall my threesome with Mike and Josh. Male readers expected a "DP" scene. Didn't happen. Then my next threesome (oh, Mom would have a heart attack), involving my friend Kathleen and Mike...that would lead to endless fun and possibilities, right? And when Josh joined, we could also rope in his girlfriend. I've never been in an honest-to-god orgy.

And I won't be anytime soon.

My puritanical Mom visited the evil city for Thanksgiving, so my adventures ground to a halt...without even any grinding. Next time I talked to Mike and Kathleen, I could sense a new dynamic. She acted like a schoolgirl...she had been married for 20 years and has a lot of making up to do. Mike was different, too.

Mike came in my office Tuesday and shut the door. We sat on my little leather sofa as he told me that he wanted to be with Kathleen exclusively for now. I had been expecting this. He admitted that his aunt had taken his virginity when he was 15, and since then he had been attracted to older women.

I couldn't resist rubbing his crotch as he talked. "You're going to miss this," I said at one point, feeling him get very hard and his breath come quickly. I had dressed provocatively both Monday and today. Today I had on boots and a skirt and no panty hose (I was cold but it was worth it). I could tell he was very aroused.

At one point, I stood up and walked over to my desk, and he was soon behind me, caressing me, pinching my nipples. I told him no, it was over, and certainly not here. But he roughly pushed my head down on the desk and pulled up my skirt. I heard his zipper as his hand ripped open my panties and pulled aside my pussy lips. Even though I tried to prepare myself, I had the breath nearly knocked out when he impaled me from behind with his eight-inch cock. All the while I was telling him "No" and "Stop!" (But not too loudly )

What followed was a delicious little forbidden goodbye fuck, him calling me a slut and a cunt and Sue, before emptying himself inside me. I probably burst a blood vessel not screaming when I came. Then he pulled out and I heard the door open and close, and he was gone, me still face-down on the desk, smiling.

Meanwhile, Josh called me and said the girl from the other night is his fiance, Lindsey, and she was very upset about the whole scene. He swore to her that he and I hadn't slept together, and told me we couldn't be together again. Are all young people so uptight?

So my adventure ends...for now. I feel ok about it.

Oh, the trains we could have pulled

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Girlfriends

If my life were like "Sex and the City," I suppose I would have girlfriends with whom I could share every naughty thought and adventure. Alas, life isn't like television. That much was clear when I tried, ever so daintily, to mention my young men to my pals Jennifer and Kathleen.

Jennifer if in her early thirties, and effortlessly lovely. She has the kind of perfect hair that brushes along the nape of her neck, flawless fair skin. If I were in one of my girl phases, I would find her very attractive physically. She's married with two kids, but I don't even know if she's ever had an orgasm. She reminds me of my collehttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifge friend Megan, who refused to let her boyfriend go down on her -- she didn't want to lose control, she told me. (Please, let me lose control!!). This was no problem in jump-and-hump college, but then she met this older gentleman, who really wanted to love on her nether-regions. No, said Megan. Go figure.

Kathleen is older, creative, wonderfully smart and insightful. If I could peel Kathleen away, I know she would love to talk sex. She was very intrigued about my two young men, and pressed me for details. I thought Jennifer was going to pass out. She changed the subject as quickly as she could. I could feel her judging me...well, I was judging back. Kathleen observed that she always wanted to "fuck like a man," meaning just the sex and no emotional entanglements. I want to know if she fulfilled the quest.

So, yes, boys, we discuss sex and men, but not the same way I imagine males do. Sometimes I wish we did. My earthy sensibilities would be satisfied.