His First Evening
An older woman admires a younger man’s beauty.
He’s nineteen; thirty years younger than me. Hardly any body hair, pale skin, and a slender frame. I watch him undress, my top open, exposing my breasts, my nipples already erect. I can feel my arousal in my underwear. His boxers drop, his cock... it’s beautiful. Hard already, I watch as it twitches, a bead of clear liquid already on the tip. My husband kisses his neck; his hand reaches out and grabs his penis, pulling it...