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 back and forth.

He gasps; I lick my lips and lean forward, pulling my top further open in anticipation of his ejaculate.