Our neighbour Lucas was no longer the boy next door. In the past two years, he had grown into a strikingly handsome young man — reasonably muscular with a charming face. Lately, I had caught myself fantasising about him more and more, though it came with a pang of guilt. After all, I was a 33-year-old married woman, and he had just turned 18.
I have a good sex life with my husband, Mark, but I’ve always felt that something was missing. Before I met him, I was quite wild and had shared my bed with a great many men. That had always come easily to me. With my long blonde hair and proud, beautifully shaped large breasts, I never lacked attention.
One pleasant evening, I was home alone. It was still warm outside, and I was sitting in the garden enjoying a cigarette and a glass of wine. I had already had a few glasses and was feeling incredibly aroused. I had planned to treat myself later with a good porn video and a long, satisfying fingering session. Unlike most of my friends, I genuinely enjoy good pornography from time to time.
Before I knew it, I called out, “Lucas! How are you?” He looked up, smiled, and walked into our garden. “I’m good, ma’am. And you?” “Just call me Anna,” I said, exhaling the last of my cigarette smoke. “If you’ve got nothing to do, would you like a glass of wine? Or perhaps a beer?”
He replied that he had no plans and would love a beer. I went inside, grabbed a cold bottle of beer for him, poured myself another glass of wine, and noticed how soaking wet I was. My nipples were rock hard, clearly visible through my thin top. The thought that he might notice turned me on even more. Before heading back out, I slipped my hand into my panties and brushed my swollen clit. Oh my god, I was dripping with lust.
I returned to the garden and handed Lucas his beer. We chatted and smoked for a while, but I could barely contain myself. I noticed him stealing glances at my breasts, and it made me weak with desire. I looked at him as seductively as I could and saw a clear bulge forming in his flannel trousers. He was rock hard.
“Shall we go inside for another drink? It’s getting a bit chilly,” I suggested. Once we were inside and I had closed the door, I turned around, pulled him close, and pushed my tongue into his mouth. We kissed wildly, passionately. His heavy breathing told me he was just as horny as I was. I had already felt his stiff cock through his trousers — it was no small boy. I was determined to let him fill me with his cum. I needed his seed deep inside my pussy.
I dropped to my knees, pulled his trousers down, and a massive, rock-hard cock sprang free — easily 20 centimetres long. I had taken bigger ones in the past, but not in recent years. My husband is decently endowed, but he couldn’t compare to this. I took him into my mouth and started sucking eagerly. Lucas groaned, “Oh Anna!” It didn’t take long — after just a few minutes he came hard, pumping thick ropes of young cum into my mouth and throat. I swallowed every drop greedily, loving the taste of him.
“Now it’s my turn,” I said, looking up at him. Lucas stood there in the hallway with his half-hard cock still dripping. “I don’t think I can right now,” he admitted. “We’ve got all the time in the world,” I replied cheerfully.
We moved to the living room. After some more beer, wine, and cigarettes, I looked him straight in the eyes and asked, “Will you fuck me now?” He didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his thick cock again but asked for a condom. “I don’t want a condom,” I said firmly, even though I knew it wasn’t the wisest decision.
Lucas was too dazed and tipsy to protest. I pulled off my top, got down on my hands and knees on the rug, and tilted my hips, presenting my dripping wet pussy to him. His thick cock slid in effortlessly. “Grab my tits and fuck me hard,” I whispered. He obeyed, gripping my breasts firmly as he thrust into me with powerful strokes. I moaned loudly, completely lost in pleasure. It lasted longer than the blowjob — after about five minutes he groaned and filled me with a huge load of warm cum.
When he pulled out, I was surprised by how much semen ran out of me. This boy had clearly been saving up.
Later that evening, when my husband Mark came home and Lucas was long gone, he wanted sex. I was still in the mood, so I lay back for him. I hadn’t realised that I was still full of Lucas’s cum from earlier — not all of it had leaked out yet. Mark noticed the distinct scent and said in surprise, “Is that still from yesterday?” “Uh… yeah, I think so,” I stammered.
No further questions were asked. I let my husband fuck me and fill me again with his own load, all while thinking about Lucas and his much bigger, younger cock.
