My name is Diana, but on this site, I’m Mrs. Slutlove1953.

After reading Michael’s story, I thought I would tell you one of my experiences.

We were vacationing in Palm Springs years ago, and simply fell in love with the place. Good food, shopping, theater, and most importantly, a feeling of open sexuality. Gay, straight, bi, trans - everyone is accepted. We were in our late thirties and looking for a change.

Moving from a mountain setting to the desert has its challenges, but Michael found work right away, and I fell back to my old college job of tending bar. After finding a mid-century home that suited us perfectly, complete with a totally private backyard pool and shady veranda, we made the move.

While Michael is an office worker, my job, tending bar, was four days a week, six to midnight, which allowed me to enjoy my love of sunshine and freedom during the day. My typical day starts at nine, with yoga by the pool, thirty minutes or so of swimming, sex a couple of days a week with various men, and of course, working on the perfect tan.

Desert living takes some getting used to; for instance, when going out in town I wear as little as possible, mostly light colors. At home, it’s just flip-flops and nothing else. The freedom of walking around naked all day is liberating. Of course, I keep an old dress by the front door for deliveries, or if I step outside.

One afternoon, while reading under the shade of the veranda, a motion caught my eye. Looking around, I didn’t notice anything unusual, but when it happened twice more, I began looking more closely at everything around me. On the weathered wood fence between us and the neighbors, I noticed a strange-looking knot. The more I looked, I realized I was seeing an eye instead of a knot.

It was a really creepy ice-blue eye.

Then I remembered that the neighbors had a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

That didn’t really bother me since I’m a lifelong exhibitionist. I never closed my curtains so the neighborhood boys would hide in the bushes, watch me undress and jack off. I loved the attention, and looked at it as sex education. I felt the same way about him peeping at me.

I started thinking of him as the “creepy kid next door,” mostly because of those eyes.

When the creepy kid went away to college, I completely forgot about him. A few years went by until one day, while out front watering my flowers, I noticed someone watching me from next door. Since I never talk to those neighbors, it seemed odd.

There was something strange going on with the air around this person; everything was in focus except in a circle surrounding him. It was sort of like a heat mirage you see driving in the desert, wavy lines and kind of floating. As he approached me, I could tell it surrounded him. I could feel energy emanating from him. The closer he came to me, the more it seemed to grab hold of my body. My thoughts went blank as he stepped into my personal space.

Then I recognized those ice-blue eyes. The power that radiated from him took my breath away. I couldn’t speak; I could barely stand. He was just so overpowering. I felt consumed by his physical presence. There was something so compelling about him; my brain just went haywire.

Stammering, I asked him, “You're Kyle, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mrs. B, I’m surprised you remember me.”

“It’s difficult to forget your eyes,” I replied, wondering why I was getting so wet just standing next to him.

I’ve always been a sucker for young gorgeous guys, but they never make my stomach flip the way he did. It felt as though he could control my thoughts and emotions. I intended to ask him about his classes, or where he was going to college.

Instead, out of nowhere I said, “ Let’s go inside, Kyle. I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

He blushed as I took his hand in mine. The electrical energy from him traveled up my arm and through my whole body. I was so wet by the time I closed the front door that I could feel it running down my legs.

Dropping to my knees, I pulled down his shorts, exposing his already hard cock. It was so beautiful, not overly large, just a bit longer than average. Stroking him as I admired it, his breathing quickened. When I pushed his hood down and exposed his red and purple head, he groaned. Licking a small amount of pre cum from the tip, I placed my lips over it and drew in my breath.

“Oh God, Mrs. B, oh god, oh god.”

Cupping his balls with my left hand, I was able to enjoy how nicely they hung, big, fat, and round. My favorite thing about doing a new guy is playing with his balls. I find it endlessly entertaining. As I stroked him, they became firmer and started pulling up into his scrotum. I knew he was about to cum. When they started to pulse, I took him into my throat. It’s such a powerful feeling having a man’s balls pulsing on my chin, his urethra surging on my tongue, and that wonderful salty, sticky cum shooting down my throat.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he screamed, collapsing against my front door.

Standing up, I kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth so he could taste his semen as well. I truly believe that every man should taste his own cum.

Holding his still-hard cock, I led him over to the couch. Always being the seductress, we started making out, stroking his cock, and of course playing with his balls. This part is always the most fun, bringing them back for round two.

“God, Mrs. B, I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Doesn’t your girlfriend swallow?” I asked.

“I don’t have a girlfriend; I’ve never had a girlfriend,” he replied.

“Never, Really! I find that difficult to believe, Kyle. So you’re a virgin then,” I asked.

“They are all so immature; no one seems to live up to the ideal woman I want,” he said, now starting to breathe hard.

Swinging my leg over his, I mount him, sliding him into me easily. I’m so wet, and he is so hard. Riding him as I begin to develop my rhythm, I say, “Tell me about your ideal woman.”

“You are my ideal woman, Mrs. B. I’ve watched you fuck so many men, and then return to your husband. I want the kind of marriage you have. Coming home to a wife full of another man’s cum, and then making love to her.”

“I’ve got just the girl for you, Kyle, and so much to teach you in such a short time.” He came in me shortly thereafter.

He was a very motivated student, every day learning two or three new positions, how to hold his orgasm until the last moment and cum big, licking a pussy properly, making a woman feel she is the most important person in the world.

So, on the last day before he returned to college, I introduced him to Rachael. She’s the daughter of another cuckold couple, brought up to love sex, love enjoying a woman’s sexuality, love making men subservient to her, and love making men cum. She was eight years older than Kyle and looking for a cuckold relationship also.

When he came to my door that Friday, expecting another all-day sex lesson from me, instead he got Rachael. She took control of him immediately, sitting on my couch; she had his head between her legs, and was instructing him as to how to pleasure her.

Her mother, Leslie, and I went out to the pool so they might have some privacy.

When, about a half hour later, we heard Rachael shout “Yes, yes, yes, Kyle, fuck me harder,” we had to come and watch.

She was bent over the arm of the couch, with Kyle fucking her doggie style very aggressively, his beautiful balls slapping her with such a wet sound neither of us could help ourselves.

Taking turns, we began fondling his balls and rubbing her clit. I was lucky enough to be in position as he groaned and came in her. When he finally pulled out, we shared her cum filled pussy, kissing each other, our mouths wet with Rachael’s juices and his cum.

Leslie cleaned Kyle’s cock as I finished up with Rachael.

Kyle collapsed next to her. Breathing hard, he exclaimed, “God, I love you, Rachael.”

They spent the rest of the day talking, making love, sunning with us, and swimming. We counted seven times Rachael made him cum. If that’s not love, nothing is.

They still live locally and now have twin daughters; both girls are very outspoken and wish to live their lives as their parents and grandparents have. They have multiple boyfriends that they share, and fully believe in a woman’s right to multiple lovers.

I hope they continue to perpetuate this lifestyle and continue to enjoy the pleasure different men can give them by making different men cum.

The world will be a much better and more peaceful place if we all just learned that.