I decided to have sex with Justin. It was not a decision I took lightly and one I thought about, but in the end, I decided I wanted the boy, and since my husband was going to allow me to do it, I thought, why not? I was also curious about what it would be like to have sex with another person.

Another thing that encouraged me to have sex with Justin was that when I told my decision to my husband, Patrick refused to have sex with me.

“It would be better if your pussy was fresh,” he told me that night when I was trying to initiate sex with him.

I pouted and complained it was not fair. He laughed and told me I could go four days without sex. Patrick reminded me I was a virgin until I started dating him, and four days would not kill me. I still pouted and turned my back on him in a huff and tried to go to sleep. When he put his arm around me, I brushed it off in a childish manner.

I know four days without sex was nothing, but ever since I first had sex with Patrick, I became insatiable. I wanted sex and him all the time. Even after being with him all those years, I still always wanted him.

Over the next four days, he resisted all my attempts to seduce him. Once he made me mad when he allowed me to give him a blowjob and after refused to fuck me. I accused him of tricking me, and he laughed and told me he didn’t promise me anything.

I did give him another blowjob the Thursday morning before he left for his reserve duty. I knew I would not be reciprocated, but I could not let my husband be away from me for three nights and not have him in some way.

That night, I planned on seducing Justin. I was nervous but determined to go through with it. It did help that I lusted after the boy, and I was horny as hell. I told Justin when we got home from work, I would cook dinner and we would watch the ballgame together.

That was nothing out of the ordinary. All three of us were baseball fans and watched the games together. We even made the four-hour drive a few times to go to the games. During football season, Justin and Patrick would watch football together while I made snacks for them. I was not much of a football fan.

I dressed for dinner and for Justin. I normally dressed pretty conservatively and didn’t have a lot of sex clothes, but I did have one miniskirt. It was a red denim miniskirt, and that was what I changed into after I got home from work. I thought about not wearing a bra, but decided to wear one. I put on a white, button-up blouse and left the top buttons open to show cleavage.

My legs look great. I tan well but not too dark, where my skin looks leathery and old and gross. After my first, painful sunburn, my natural complexion tanned to a soft bronze-golden tan. I liked being tan, and during the start of Spring, before it was warm enough to lie out in the sun, I went to tanning salons. My tan legs looked amazing in the skirt.

Justin was sitting on one side of the sofa, and when he looked up at me, his eyes quickly took in my body, and then he quickly turned his attention back to the pre-game show. I smiled because I knew he liked what he saw.

I sat on the other end of the sofa and positioned myself so the hem of my skirt rode up my thighs to expose my nice legs. I pretended not to notice how Justin would glance at my legs, my cleavage, and then back at the TV. I saw him shift his body and knew he was trying to hide his erection under his shorts. Patrick was right, seducing Justin was going to be easy.

But I didn’t seduce Justin. I chickened out. It started well. I flirted and made sure I showed him my legs to my upper thighs. I even shifted my body a few times to allow my panties to show, and Justin kept looking. He looked at my legs, between my thighs, and my amazing, firm breasts.

I kept looking at his crotch, and even though he tried to hide it, I could tell he was erect. The outline of his penis under the cotton athletic shorts he always wore around the house to be comfortable was noticeable.

We both pretended to watch the game, but we were more focused on watching each other when the other thought we were not looking. When I got up to get us a snack and something to drink, I sat back down on the sofa closer to Justin. I sat so close that our legs touched, making sure the hem of my shirt rode up my thighs. I then made a gesture of modesty and wiggled my lower body as I pulled down the skirt to cover myself. It was more sexy than modest, as I hoped it would be. He didn’t say anything, and we both acted as if that was normal behavior for us.

I was aroused, my pussy was wet, and my nipples were hard. I knew if I made an advance to the boy, it would be returned, and I came close, very close. All I had to do was turn my body to the boy and lean in, and I knew he would not be able to resist kissing me and touching me. But I didn’t.

I started thinking about how much I loved my husband, and even though I had his permission and even encouragement, I could not cheat on him. I started to think how awful it was that we were using Justin in some perverted sex game. I just couldn’t do that.

The game was in the seventh inning, our team was losing by ten runs, and no way they were going to rally since they were having a terrible season. I quickly stood up, told Justin I was tired and had to get up for work the next day, and that I was going to bed.

Justin seemed slightly stunned, muttered good night, and told me he had to work also, and he was going to bed soon as well.

I went to my room, undressed, removed my makeup, took off my bra, and put on a T-shirt. I got into bed wearing my T-shirt and panties, my typical sleeping attire. The T-shirt I slept in was a tank top that was tight across my chest and left my stomach bare.

I could not sleep because I was aroused. As I was lying on my side, I slipped a hand under my panties and started to slowly massage my clit. When I masturbated, I always thought of my husband, but that night I thought of Justin. I imagined what his cock looked like, I imagined how it would feel in my mouth, and I imagined how his cum would taste.

I groaned out and removed my hand from between my legs and thought how stupid this was! I had a hot, sexy eighteen-year-old boy living under my roof who wanted me, I wanted him, and I had permission from my husband to fuck him. Why was I in my bed using my finger to get off?

I looked at the clock and it was a little after one in the morning. I knew Justin would be in bed by then. I got out of bed and walked downstairs to the basement. I knocked on the door, but no answer, so I let myself into the room.

The basement of our house was like a small apartment. My husband wanted to turn it into a “Mancave,” but Justin moved in with us before he could do that. He did have a pool table in the room.

The basement had a living area, a separate small bedroom, a bathroom with a toilet and shower but no tub, and a small kitchen with a sink but no stove. My husband had plans to convert the kitchen into a bar. Justin had a loveseat, a TV, and a coffee table in the living area, but no other furniture.

I walked to the bedroom door and knocked softly. “Justin, are you awake?” I said in a soft voice.

“Fuck, just a minute,” the boy replied. His voice was husky. I smiled.

I knew what he was doing, and I wondered if he was thinking of me. The thought of the boy masturbating while thinking of me aroused me more.

I didn’t wait for him to invite me into the room. I opened the door and walked in, and saw Justin pulling the bed sheets over his body. I quickly looked at him and saw a tube of KY lubricant on the bed next to him. Justin blushed and quickly pushed the lubricant off the bed in an attempt to hide it.

I smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. Justin was looking at my breasts and my hard nipples were poking through the thin material of my pink tank tap.

“Is everything ok?” the boy asked, trying to be nonchalant about catching him pleasuring himself.

I nodded, “There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Justin. Patrick tells me all men do it.” I smiled at the boy.

“Do what?” he asked. He was still embarrassed.

I lifted the sheets, moved onto the bed, and sat next to the boy with my back propped up against the headboard of his twin bed. With the bed being narrow, our bodies were touching.

“I do it,” I told him.

I giggled at the expression of shock on the boy’s face. “You…no, you don’t. You are just saying that so I won’t be embarrassed.”

I shook my head. “No, I’m not. I touch myself and make myself cum,” I turn my head to the boy. “Patrick likes to watch me do it.” I leaned over and kissed Justin’s cheek. “If you want, you can watch me,” I suggested.

He looked stunned for about three seconds and then nodded his head. I smiled at him again. I got off the bed, turned on the lamp so he could see me, and pulled my tank top off and then my panties. Justin stared at my body.

“God, Jennifer, you have amazing tits,” he told me. “And your tan lines are so sexy.”

I did have great breasts and also tan lines. I never sunbathed or lay in the tanning machines naked or topless.

“Thank you,” I told him, and got back in bed. “Might be better if you get between my legs. You can see it better that way, and I can watch you do it. I like watching.” I told Justin.

That was true, I enjoyed watching my husband masturbate. While I have had God knows how much sex with my husband, and we did things I considered kinky, I was still naïve about some things sexually. I didn’t know it at the time, but I would later discover I had a voyeurism fetish. I would discover I like watching and being watched.

Justin didn’t say a word but quickly moved to kneel in front of me as I spread my legs for the boy. I looked down and saw his cock was hard. His eyes were staring between my legs. I did blush from exposing myself to Justin, but I didn’t cover myself. Justin reached out to touch my pussy but I pushed his hand away.

“Just watch for now, darling. You can touch it later. You can do a lot of things to it later,” I teased. “But for now, just watch me.”

Justin nodded, and I ran my index and forefinger over my breasts, my hard nipples, and down my stomach. I did it slowly and deliberately to tease him, and it also turned me on to tease the boy. Justin’s eyes followed my fingers, and he wrapped his hand around his cock.

“No, baby, don’t touch yourself yet,” I insisted.

“You said you wanted to watch me also,” Justin replied, his voice full of desire.

“I know, but not yet. Just watch me for a moment,” I smiled.

I saw a large about of precum glistening on the tip of his penis. I may have only had sex with one man in my life, but I knew what that amount of precum dripping from Justin’s cock meant. He was close to having an orgasm. As much as I desired to watch the boy stroke his cock while I played with my pussy, I didn’t want him to cum just yet. I wanted the first time to be him exploding his warm, sticky fluid in my mouth.

Having masturbated many times for my husband, I knew what men liked to see. I spread my legs wider and ran my finger up and down my long pussy slit and back down.

“Fuck, Jennifer, your pussy is amazing. I like how soft your pussy hairs look,” Justin commented. I just smiled.

My pubic hair was fine and soft and a light brown color that matched my natural hair color. I didn’t shave my pussy. I don’t know if many women did back in the 90s except porn stars, nude magazine models, or strippers. Maybe they did; I didn’t know. I did trim my hair around my bikini line, but didn’t shave all of it.

I used my index finger and forefinger to spread my pussy open for the boy and let him see the coral-pink color of the inside of my pussy. I was extremely wet and knew the inside of my pussy was glistening.

“God, Jennifer, I have to fuck you,” Justin blurted out.

“We will, darling, let's enjoy it first and go slow…” I started to tell the boy, but was interrupted when I made a gasp as Justin moved. He placed his hands on my shoulders to push me down on the bed. Before I knew what was happening, I grunted out when the boy’s cock penetrated me. I was about to be fucked for the first time by a man other than my husband and it was awful.

“Justin, slow down, baby, we have…uh, uh…uhhh,” I started grunting moans as the boy started fucking me hard and rapidly. I was wet enough so his cock slid into me easily, but he just kept thrusting and thrusting. I was not receiving much pleasure from him.

Justin lay on top of me and buried his face in my neck. His trusts were erratic and fast, and hard. It was more like the boy was having a seizure while on top of me and inside me. I grunted out in pain when he grabbed my right breast and started squeezing it hard. It hurt.

“Go slow, Justin…uhh…uhh go slow, baby,” I told him as I tried to get him to slow his tempo, but to no avail.

“Fuck, your pussy is so wet and feels so good,” Justin replied and didn’t slow down.

I didn’t tell him to stop, maybe I should have. I was sure if I did, he would have, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let the boy hump me. He was making grunts into my ear as he rammed his cock into my pussy. Justin didn’t last long. It was over within about three minutes.

He gave a series of loud grunts, his thrusts became short and quick, and I felt his cum shoot into my pussy.

Justin lay on top of me for a few seconds, panting, and then rolled off me. I immediately got out of bed and picked up my tank top and panties.

“I’m sorry, Jennifer, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to so bad, and it looked like you wanted me also,” Justin said as I was pulling my panties up. “I didn’t mean to do it if you didn’t want to.”

“That’s OK, Justin, I did. I came down here to have sex with you. It’s ok,” I told the boy and pulled the tank top over my head. I didn’t enjoy it at all, but I also didn’t want Justin to feel guilty and think it was not consensual. “We can’t do this again. Patrick can’t find out about it.”

Justin nodded. “I know and I am sorry,” he told me again.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let it happen,” I told the boy and left the room.

I went back to my room and took a shower. I didn’t feel guilty, why should I have? My husband said I could have sex with Justin, and Justin wanted me. I didn’t feel ashamed of myself. As I washed the boy’s essence off of me and from my pussy, I thought how unsatisfying the sex was. I thought after such a bad experience with Justin, my lust for him would have been sated, but it wasn’t.

I didn’t have to think about it long. When I came out of the bathroom, Justin was sitting on the edge of my bed. He looked at me and gave me a sheepish grin. He was wearing a T-shirt with a band logo on it and his underwear. I had a towel wrapped around my body and one wrapped around my hair.

‘I couldn’t sleep,” he told me as I stood in front of him, looking down at him. “Jennifer, I feel so bad, and I am so sorry. I just got turned on, and I couldn't help myself. I’m sorry if I hurt you and if I did something you didn’t want me to do.”

I sat down next to Justin and took his hand and held it in mine. Even with his guilt, the boy’s eyes looked up and down my legs.

“Justin, you didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to. I came down to your room to have sex with you. You didn’t do anything wrong, ok,” I told him. I felt bad that he thought he did something I didn’t consent to.

Justin seemed to relax, and as I held his hand, I started seductively running my thumb over the top of his hand. Even though the sex was not good, I realized I still lusted after the boy.

“I am sorry I finished too fast. I was just so excited and I wanted you for so long and thought about fucking you for a long time,” the boy admitted.

“That’s ok, darling, I was a mess the first time I had sex,” I giggled. “God, I didn’t know what to do and didn’t know if I should just lie there or move or what.”

“I was not a virgin,” Justin told me defensively. “I have had sex before. It was…well…it was just that it was you. You are so pretty and sexy, and God, you have an amazing body.”

I smiled and looked at Justin. “It was not that bad, Justin.”

Justin laughed. “Yes, it was,” he said.

I laughed with him. “OK, it was,” I conceded, and we both laughed harder. “God, I thought you were going to mash my breasts flat, you were squeezing them so hard.”

We laughed at that, and when we stopped laughing, I looked at him, leaned in, and kissed the boy. Justin parted his lip,s and my tongue went into his mouth. I took his hand and slid it up under my towel, let go of it, and put my arms around him. Justin started tickling my inner thighs with his fingertips. It felt nice. I started kissing his neck, spread my legs, and Justin’s finger entered my wet pussy. I gasped out and moaned into his ear.

“God, it's so wet. I want to try it again if you want,” Justin told me.

I kept kissing his neck and let him use his finger inside me. My breathing increased, and my heart started beating faster. “Were you thinking of me when you were playing with yourself before I came into your room?” I whispered in his ear. “I want to know.”

I moaned out louder before he answered me when he put a second finger in my pussy. “Yes. I jerk off all the time thinking about fucking you,” he admitted. “I even jerked off after I fucked you. I was still so horny that I needed to.”

I moaned out again at his confession. It aroused me to know he masturbated thinking of me. I pulled to towel off my head, reached between my legs, and held his hand so his fingers would not slip out of me. I then moved and straddled Justin and started kissing his mouth with intense passion as I moved my hips into his fingers. Justin was a great kisser; I had to give him that.

Justin pulled on my towel to expose my breasts, and his free hand reached up and took one in his hand. This time he was gentle, and I moaned out again when his fingers found my nipple, and he pinched it gently and started to roll it between his fingers and thumb.

“Oh...yes…yes, baby, that feels good,” I told him.

Justin grinned with confidence that he was giving me pleasure this time. I took his hand that was between my legs and guided his finger to my clit.

“There, baby, right there…ohhh God, yes…right there…uhhh God, Justin keep doing that,” I moaned out and wrapped my arms around his neck. I leaned back slightly, and Justin put his mouth over my other nipple.

“Uhh…uhhh, baby, yes, yes…uhhh God, don’t stop,” I moaned out. “Harder…do it harder.”

Justin started massaging my clit harder and faster and gently bit my nipple, held it between his teeth, and flicked his tongue over it.

“More. Don’t stop. I’m going to cum,” I groaned out loudly.

When I orgasmed, I cried out and clutched Justin tightly around his neck. My body shook and convulsed. After my orgasm ended, I held Justin tight and buried my face into his neck and panting.

Justin started to pull his hand from between my legs, but I quickly grabbed it and guided his fingers to his mouth. Justin opened his mouth and started licking and sucking his fingers.

“Does it taste good, baby?” I asked, but knew the answer. I wanted to watch the boy taste me.

“Yes, so good,” he said.

I smiled and gave him a peck on the lips and then quickly got off the boy’s lap. “I want to use my mouth on you. Lie down, darling,” I told Justin.

Justin grinned and lay on his back. I giggled at how fast he moved in his eagerness for me to give him a blowjob. I let the towel drop to the floor and got into bed. I kneeled on the bed with my butt next to the boy's head and placed my head in his lap. I took his cock in my hand and lowered my head.

I ran my tongue up the boy’s hard shaft, licked the tip, and tasted his precum. I looked over my shoulder at Justin and looked disgusted.

“You really should use a flavored lube when you play with yourself,” I teased. I could taste the KY gel on his cock. It wasn’t that bad, and I was just teasing him. I licked his cock again. “I prefer strawberry,” I added.

Justin nodded, and in his excitement, the boy didn’t catch my attempt at humor. I just shrugged and turned my attention back to his cock.

I ran my tongue up and down his shaft several times, licking the boy’s hard penis, licking the tip, and running my tongue over his scrotum. Justin was making faint moans of pleasure that I enjoyed hearing.

Before I took him in my mouth, I lifted my leg and moved to straddle Justin and put my pussy an inch from his face.

“I want you to taste me, baby. I want you to play with it and lick it. I want you to enjoy my pussy,” I told him. “You can lick my butthole if you want. I like that.”

When Justin placed his hands on my butt cheeks and spread them apart to open my pussy, I took his cock in my mouth. I started slowly as Justin placed his tongue inside my pussy and started to lap up my fluids to taste me.

As I gave the boy a blowjob, he kept licking my pussy, using his fingers inside me, spreading my pussy fluid over my vulva, and dampening my fine, silky pubic hairs. It felt nice.

I made a muffled moan when Justin ran his tongue over the entrance to my butt and then another one when he inserted his tongue into my asshole. I lifted my head and allowed saliva to run out of my mouth and fall on his shaft. I liked giving messy, wet blowjobs.

I took his cock in my hand and started running my hand up his shaft to lubricate it with my spit. Justin moaned out again, and I looked over my shoulder.

“Use your tongue on my clit,” I told him. “And put a finger in my ass.”

“Seriously?” he asked. Justin seemed surprised I wanted his finger in my butthole.

“I like it there,” I told him. “I like other things in my butt also,” I told Justin and hoped he got my meaning and would want to fuck my ass later.

But that would be later. Now I wanted him to finger my asshole, lick my clit, while I sucked his cock until he exploded his cum into my mouth.

I gasped and moaned when the boy put his finger in my butt. He didn’t get it wet with his spit, and he rammed into me in one hard thrust, which made my head jerk up. While it hurt initially, I didn’t say anything. I soon started to feel good, and I didn’t want to make the boy feel bad about his lack of experience when finger fucking a girl’s asshole.

I was doing my best not to seem as if I was educating Justin about sex. I knew how fragile a young man’s ego could b,e and based on how he told me he was not a virgin. I would subtly show him what I liked and make him think he was in control.

I gave another loud gasp of pleasure when the boy’s tongue found my clit. I then turned my focus back to his glistening cock and started to suck his cock with intense lust.

Justin may have had some experience with using his mouth and tongue on a girl’s clit, maybe his whore girlfriend Natalie showed him or maybe he was a quick study. Where ever he learned it, with his tongue flicking over my clit rapidly, one finger in my butthole and two more in my wet pussy; I was about to cum again soon.

I started sucking Justin’s cock harder and faster and deepthroating him while I used my hands on the boy’s shaft. I was making muffled, whimpering moans of pleasure. I wanted us to orgasm as close together as we could, but I wanted the boy to do it before I did. It was like a competition for me, and I didn’t want to lose.

I won. Justin removed his mouth from my pussy, pulled his fingers out of my butt and pussy, and placed a hand on the top of my head.

“Ugh…fuck…fuck…Jennifer, don’t stop. I’m going to…uuuugh, God!” Justin grunted out as his cum exploded in my mouth.

His hips jerked and he made short thrusts into my mouth as I took all of his cum and swallowed it. After the boy’s orgasm ended, I kept sucking his cock and milking it for more of the warm, sticky, delicious fluid. When I could not coax any more cum from the boy, I kept sucking it and stroking his shaft to keep him hard.

Justin’s body jerked a few times, and he tried to push my head away, but I would not let him. I knew it was because his cock head had become sensitive. I learned that from my husband.

“Oh, fuck, Jennifer,” he blurted out and moved his hands away from my head. “God damn, girl, you can’t get enough can you,” he commented as I deep-throated him.

I made a muffled giggle, lifted my head, his cock popped out of my mouth, and I looked over my shoulder.

“I want you to fuck me now,” I told him. “I was close to cumming again and I want you to make me cum when fucking me.

I didn’t have to say it twice. I was laughing at the boy’s eagerness to fuck me as he quickly sat up, grabbed me, pulled me around, and pushed me to my back. I was laughing and giggling and running my hands over Justin’s body as I spread my legs. I stopped laughing and giggling and cried out in pleasure when the boy entered my wet pussy; cried out a second time when he thrust into me again and drove his cock deep into my pussy.

I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and pulled myself up as he lowered his body on top of mine. I started kissing him fiercely as he started to fuck me. This time was a hundred times better.

Justin started slow as if he was making love to me, and soon our bodies moved together in unison and perfect rhythm. I would move my body to meet his slow, deliberate thrusts into me. Justin was not just giving himself pleasure but was also focused on giving me pleasure, and he did.

“Oh, yes, Justin, just like that…yes, yes, fuck me like that,” I moaned out as I moved with him.

Justin kept telling me how good my pussy felt, how wet it was, how tight it felt around his cock. He told me how much better I fucked than his trashy, skanky girlfriend Natalie. I like hearing him tell me how good I felt and how much better I was than that whore he was dating.

“Tell me how much better I am,” I told the boy. “Tell me again how much better my pussy is than hers,” I would moan out. I wanted to hear it again.

Justin told me again and again how great I was and how amazing my pussy felt and how often he thought about fucking me. I never tired of hearing it as we fucked.

When I moaned out, I was going to cum. Justin’s hand slid down under my butt and I cried out in pleasure when his finger entered my ass. I then cried out louder when I orgasmed. As I was cumming, Justin kept thrusting his finger in my butt in rhythm with his cock in and out of my pussy. My fingers dug into his back.

After my orgasm ended, Justin pushed his cock into me until it could go no further and pulled his finger from my butt. He held his hand out as if he didn’t know what to do with it, and I smiled up at him as I was panting. I took his hand in mine, guided it to my mouth, and started sucking his finger that had been in my butt.

Justin gave me a shocked look, and I giggled as I sucked his finger. “What? I don’t mind doing that. It’s dirty and sex,y don’t you think?”

Justin chuckled. “I never imagined you, of all people, would be like this,” he told me.

“Like what?” I teased.

“I don’t know…not a slut. You could never be a slut. But just…just well…I don’t know what I am trying to say,” he said in frustration.

I laughed. “Baby, you have your cock in my pussy, just made me cum with your finger in my ass, and you are worried about offending me? I think we are past that.”

Justin chuckled again. “OK, I didn’t think you would ever cheat on Patrick, and I didn’t think you would be so kinky. I mean, you are always prim and proper, and I don’t think I ever heard you use a curse word until tonight. I just didn’t expect you to be like this, so that’s all.”

I kissed his cheek and then ran my tongue over his neck. “You're sweet, darling, but I like sex, and why not do what you enjoy. It doesn’t make me a slut or a bad person,” I whispered in his ear. I pulled my head back, put my hands on his face, and looked into the boy’s eyes.

“I love my husband, Justin. I love him a great deal. He is everything to me, and I would die if I ever lost him. My husband means the world to m,e and I would be lost without him…I would not want to live without him,” I told Justin in a serious tone. “What is happening tonight had nothing to do with me not loving him or with him not satisfying me, because he does. This is just sex, baby, and something I wanted because I have thought about you like this also.”

“So this is just for this night?” Justin asked.

I thought it odd to have this conversation with the boy’s cock in my pussy. It was a conversation we were going to have eventually, but I never planned it like this. I found it amusing.

“This weekend. You can fuck me as many times as you want for the weekend, but that’s it, Justin. After we have to end it,” I told the boy.

My husband and I agreed that it would be okay if I continued an affair with Justin, but after I thought about it, I didn’t see myself having a continuous affair with the boy. I would just have sex with him for the weekend, and that was it. If he could not handle that, then, as much as I would hate and feel guilty about it, he would have to move out.

Justin smiled. “I can live with that,” he told me. “I like you, Jennifer, and I have had a crush on you for years and thought about fucking you even before I came to live here,” he told me, and I gasped out when he pushed his cock deep into me again. Justin grinned at my reaction.

“I care about you a great deal and God knows I think you are so beautiful and sexy, but I don’t love you in that way,” he admitted. "And if I am just going to fuck you as much as I want for the next few nights then I am going to give you a year’s worth of fucking this weekend,” the boy boasted.

I laughed and kissed him passionately and moved my body up into him. “Prove it,” I told him after I broke the kiss. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me so good and I want to feel you cum in my pussy.”

Justin was up to prove it. He grabbed my left leg and lifted it, slid his hand down to my butt cheeks, and started to fuck me. He started to fuck me hard and with violent passion.

I was moving my hands up and down the back of his body, moaning and crying out loudly from pleasure as he fucked my pussy ferociously. I was screaming out his name and to God. It was great! Justin was making masculine grunting moans of pleasure and exertion.

I had another orgasm as he was fucking me and he surprised me with how long he was lasting. His stamina and endurance didn’t surprise me. Justin was eighteen and athletic and in great shape, and I was sure he could go all night if he wanted to. What surprised me was how long it was taking him to cum. But I guess he took so long because I knew he already had three orgasms.

The first was when he fucked me in his room, the second was when he admitted he masturbated after I left, and the third was when I was sucking his cock. He may have had more for all I knew; he may have pleasured himself before I came into his room earlier. Poor men, it takes them longer to orgasm the more they have previously, and that must be awful for them. I was not like that at all. I orgasmed often and quickly and could have many, many orgasms a night. Poor men.

While I was only guessing and most likely right in my guess, I really didn’t care why he was lasting so long, Justin was giving me a great deal of pleasure. After my orgasm ended, the boy pulled his cock out of my pussy and tugged on my leg and grabbed my hips.

“Turn over. I want to fuck you from behind. I want to see your sexy ass as I fuck you,” he told me.

Justin’s tone was no longer unsure and sounded confident and even authoritative. It sent a shiver of delight down my spine. I turned over and got on my knees, stretched my arms above my head, drew my knees up close to my chest, and stuck my butt up. That was how I liked to position my body when I got fucked from behind.

I let out a loud yelp of pain when Justin slapped my ass cheek. The sound of it echoed in the room.

“Ow, Justin! That hurt. Don’t do that so hard,” I told him in a stern voice.

I didn’t mind having my butt playfully spanked or my hair pulled, but I am not into pain at all, and Justin spanked me too hard.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away,” the boy apologized.

“That’s ok, just don’t do it that hard again,” I repeated. “I don’t like it that hard.”

Justin again apologized, and he didn’t penetrate me. I thought that my chastisement of him hurt his ego and maybe lowered his confidence. I pushed my butt into his crotch and wiggled it to let the boy know I wanted him to keep fucking me.

Justin took the bait. “Oh, God! Fuck me, Justin!” I cried out when he fully entered my pussy in one, hard thrust.

“You want to get fucked!” he said. It was not a question. I much preferred this confident boy to the boy who fucked me earlier in his room.

Justin didn’t wait for me to answer. He reached down and grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back and started to fuck me hard again. The boy was ramming his cock into me like a jackhammer and I was once again crying out in pleasure.

“Fuck, this pussy is amazing,” my new lover told me between his grunts of excursion and pleasure. He kept telling me over and over how good my pussy was. I never got tired of hearing it.

Justin drove his cock deep into me with so much force that it moved my body up on the bed. He held it there, and I pushed back against him, trying to make it go deeper into me.

“You are so sexy when you get fucked,” the boy told me. “I like the sounds you make and how loud you are and how your face looks. You are so loud that I can sometimes hear you getting fucked when in the living room watching TV. Sometimes I mute the TV and jerk off while I listen to Patrick fucking you. It’s so sexy thinking about him wearing your pussy out.”

I knew I was loud; my husband often teased me about it, even though I knew he liked it. I didn’t know I was that loud.

Justin’s dirty talk was turning me on and knowing he got aroused by hearing Patrick fuck me turned me on more. I would have thought it would have embarrassed me, and I thought Justin would have been if not jealous, envious when my husband and I had sex. But he wasn’t, and knowing that and knowing he would listen aroused me.

I was not too happy with the thought of him masturbating on my sofa, though. It was an expensive living room set. I made a mental note to clean it just in case he got cum on it.

After his confession, the boy started fucking me again, and I had another orgasm. About twenty seconds after my orgasm ended, Justin grunted out he was going to cum. He pushed his cock into me and again made short, quick thrusts, and masculine grunts as he squirted his sex fluid inside my pussy.

After he pulled out of me, I collapsed on the bed on my stomach and let out a long moan from being blissfully satisfied. Justin was sweating and breathing hard and lay down next to me.

“Well, that was much better than the first time,” he said and chuckled.

I turned my head to face him. ‘Ummm, much better, darling,” I agreed. “You do know how to fuck after all. I was worried about that,” I teased.

Justin laughed and playfully slapped my butt. I giggled. It was more of a light tap.

“I want to do it again in a moment. I need something to drink first and then I want you to suck my cock again and then I want to fuck you again. This time, I want you on top of me,” Justin told me.

I laughed at him. “Well, isn’t someone getting greedy?” I told him. “It’s late, and I need to get up in the morning at six to get ready for work.”

“Just one more time, Jennifer,” he said in a boyish tone. Like a child asking for another piece of candy on Halloween. It wasn’t begging or whining, but just asking with a hint of whining. I thought it was cute.

“OK, baby, one more time,” I gave in.

Justin went to get us some water.

I did want to, but it was also late, and I did need to get up early to get ready for work. I liked my sleep and rest. I like to sleep late on weekends when I can. But Justin, like my husband, seemed intent on letting me get little sleep. I will admit, if it were my husband in bed with me wanting to have another round of sex, I would have been more willing to.

Justin came back with the water. I sat up on the bed and drank it. I then handed him my glass, and he put it on the nightstand.

“We can do something different,” I suggested.

“What?” he asked, and he sounded excited at the prospect of doing something different, even if he didn’t know what it was.

“You can put it in my butt,” I told him with a smile.

“Seriously!” Justin said in an excited voice. “I have never done that before.”

“Sure, I like it. In the top drawer of my nightstand is some lubricant,” I told him.

Justin, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, knelt on the bed, reached over, and opened my nightstand drawer. He reached into the drawer and instead of the lubricant, he was holding one of my sex toys. It was my rabbit vibrator sex toy.

I giggled. “Oops, I forgot about that,” I teased. I didn’t forget. I knew it was in there. “Not tonight, darling, but I promise I will show you how to use it on me tomorrow night.”

Justin’s grin widened, and he put the toy back in the drawer and took out the lubricant.

“How much do I use?” he asked me as he opened to top.

“Here, I’ll do it,” I said as I held out my hand.

I showed Justin the small bottle. “See, strawberry,” I told him and giggled.

I poured some of the lubricant into my hand and started massaging it on the boy’s hard cock. He moaned in pleasure.

“How do you want to do it?” I asked.

“Do it?” he asked.

“You can do it from behind. I can get on top of you, or you and get on top of me,” I told him as I continued to lubricate his penis.

“I want to be on top of you,” he told me. His voice was husky, deep, and low as I used my hand on his cock.

“Ok, baby,” I told him, let go of his cock, and laid on my back.

I took an extra pillow, put it under my butt, and spread my legs as Justin moved to get on top of me. He kneeled between my spread legs and looked down as I lifted my legs higher, reached under my thighs, and spread my butthole open for him.

“Fuck, Jennifer, you are so sexy,” he told me. "Even your asshole looks sexy."

“Thank you,” I told him, and put my legs on his shoulders.

“Do I just put it in?” he asked me in an eager tone.

I giggled again. “Yes, baby, just as you would fuck my pussy. Just go slow at first. It’s been a while since I did it this way,” I lied.

I didn’t want him to know that my husband used my butthole often when we made love. I wanted Justin to think it was something special and he was special I was allowing him to fuck my ass. Justin nodded.

I felt the tip of his cock touch my anus. I placed my arms around his neck and made a grunting moan as about two inches of his penis entered my butthole. I made another grunting moan as I felt about another two inches go deeper into me.

“God, Jennifer, you look so sexy right now,” Justin told me.

I opened my eyes and smiled as he told me I looked sexy. I knew he was talking about how my face looked. Patrick often told me how sexy I looked when getting fucked and when I cum. I really needed to see myself when I get fucked. I would like to see how I looked.

My husband and I had a small, handheld camcorder we used for vacations and holidays, but er never recorded ourselves having sex. I suggested it one time, but Patrick did not seem thrilled with the idea, so I never brought it up again.

“More, baby, go deeper,” I told Justin.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he told me. “You sound like I am hurting you.”

I used my arms to pull myself up to Justin and kissed him. “Oh, baby, you are not hurting me at all, trust me. I like this,” I assured him.

I lowered myself back to the bed and again made a grunting moan as Justin fully penetrated my butt. He put his hands on the bed, on the sides of my body, and started to fuck my butt.

He went slowly at first, and instead of thrusting in and out of me, Justin rotated his hips. I was moaning in pleasure. It felt good, but I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard, as I enjoyed when having anal sex.

“Harder, baby, fuck me harder. I promise you won’t hurt me. I like it hard,” I told him.

Justin placed his hands on my ankles and pushed my legs up over my head. He then used the weight of his body to hold my legs over my head, slipped his arms under the small of my back, and started to fuck me.

I slid my arms down to his back and held him tight as he fucked me. Justin’s face was buried in my neck.

“God, oh, fuck, Jennifer, oh God, your asshole is so tight. Oh, God, this is amazing,” he told me as his cock was thrusting in and out of me.

“Harder…uhhh, God…uhhh…harder, uhhh harder,” I grunted out between his cock going in and out of my ass.

Justin stopped moving his hips. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he told me again.

“Damnit, Justin, you are not going to hurt me! Fuck my ass harder!” I cried out in frustration with the boy.

It was sweet he was worried about hurting me, but I enjoyed my ass being fucked hard. I enjoyed it fucked violently and brutally hard. I already told him he was not going to hurt me!

Justin finally realized how I wanted to be fucked and he started fucking my butthole harder and how I liked it. He pushed his body weight on top of me and once again cupped my butt checks in his hands. My arms were wrapped around his back, and his head again buried in my neck.

Justin was grunting from pleasure and exertion, I could feel his warm breath on my neck, and he was occasionally telling me how great my butthole felt as he brutally fucked me. I was making loud, grunting moans of pleasure with each thrust of his cock deep into my ass. I cried out to God over and over and told Justin to fuck me even harder. The bed was creaking, and the box spring was squeaking.

“Stop…stop!” I cried out and then again after some time went by of him fucking me. I cried out for him to stop when the boy kept fucking me.

“What? Are you ok?” he asked after he stopped. Justin was breathing hard, and both of us were perspiring and our bodies were slick with sweat.

“Yes…Oh God, yes. It feels amazing.” I told him. I was panting also. “Hand me that vibrator in the drawer. I want you to fuck my ass from behind now,” I told him.

As Justin was getting my sex toy from the nightstand, I turned over onto my stomach, brought my knees up to my chest, and spread them wide apart. Justin grinned at the position I put myself in and handed me the rabbit sex toy. He got behind me and grabbed my waist.

“Not yet, baby,” I told Justin when I felt his cock about to go into my gaped butthole. “Just a moment.”

I reached under my body and moaned when I inserted the vibrator into my pussy. I was so wet that the toy slid easily into me. I adjusted the toy, so the rabbit ears were touching my clit, and moaned again when I turned the toy on.

“Now, baby, now…fuck me again…hurry,” I told him as the shaft of the sex toy was rotating and undulating inside my pussy and the ears were stimulating my clit.

I made a loud grunt as Justin entered my butthole in one, powerful thrust and he started to fuck me again as I held the toy inside my pussy. It felt great having Justin in my ass at the same time the toy was inside my pussy and stimulating my clit.

It was only a few minutes before I cried out I was going to cum. When I had my orgasm, my body tightened, my toes curled, and I made my typical high-pitched squealing cry of ecstasy. I could feel my pussy constricting and releasing around the shaft of the toy and my butt hole doing the same around Justin’s cock. As I orgasmed, I thought of being on top of my husband and his cock in my pussy while Justin was fucking my butthole. The image in my head made me have multiple orgasms.

As I was having my second orgasm, Justin grunted out he was going to cum. His thrusts into me became short and rapid. I felt his cum shoot into my butthole. I moaned at the feeling.

After our orgasms ended, I collapsed on the bed on my stomach and Justin laid on top of me for a moment, his cock still in my butt. Our bodies were slick with sweat. I felt his cock go flaccid and made a soft grunt when he pulled out of me.

Justin lay on his back, breathing heavily. I turned my head and looked at him, and he was looking at me and grinning. I smiled back. I then brought the dildo to my mouth and licked my pussy fluids off of it to tease Justin. He watched me intensely, and I giggled.

“I don’t know what to do,” Justin commented. I raised my eyebrows to let him know I didn’t understand what he meant. He chuckled. “I never fucked a girl in her ass so, well, should I go get a towel or something to clean up?”

I grinned and shook my head. “No, I can do that.” I moved my body seductively and placed my head over his almost flaccid cock and started to suck it.

“Holy, shit, Jennifer, you are amazing,” Justin told me as I sucked his cock. “Fuck, I never would have thought you would be so dirty when it came to sex.”

As I sucked him, his cock became hard again. Justin put his hand on the top of my head and pushed it down. I sighed. Well, I did start it, I thought. I sucked his cock for a while longer and then moved up and straddled the boy. I leaned down and kissed him as I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my pussy.

“I thought you wanted to go to sleep?” he asked.

“Do you want to or not?” I replied.

“Fuck yes,” he answered.

I sat up and lowered myself down on his cock and started to ride him. Justin reached up, cupped my breasts, and started to play with my nipples. I had another orgasm. After I came, I collapsed on his body.

Justin’s hands cupped my butt cheeks, he put his feet flat on the bed and started thrusting up into my pussy.

“Ohh, God…Oh baby,” I moaned out. “Use the toy…put it in my ass,” I told him.

Justin picked up the rabbit toy and inserted it in my butthole. I cried out when he turned it on. I had another orgasm as I again thought of both my husband and Justin fucking me at the same time. This time Patrick’s large cock in my ass while Justin fucked my pussy.

I enjoyed when Patrick would fuck my pussy while using a sex toy in my butthole, or vice versa. The sensation is incredible. It felt as if all the nerves in my rectum were giving me pleasure and somehow connected to the pleasure nerves in my pussy. It always made my orgasms more intense.

But when my husband did that to me, I never thought of two men penetrating me at the same time. I was not some trashy slut. But that night with Justin I thought about them both fucking me and it aroused me a great deal.

Justin soon orgasmed and squirted his cum into my pussy. I stayed on top of him while I caught my breath. I then rolled off the boy and cuddled up next to him.

“I can see why Patrick married you,” Justin told me and chuckled. “Besides you being sweet and kind and a great person, you’re a freak in bed.”

I giggled. “I was a virgin until I married.”

“Seriously?” I nodded. “Fuck, well he must have shown you a lot.”

I kiss Justin’s cheek. “I prefer not to talk about my sex life with him or about him at all with another person I just had sex with, if you don’t mind, ok,” I tell Justin.

“Oh, ok, I am sorry.” He was embarrassed.

“It’s ok, baby,” I assured him.

It was ok. I didn’t mind at all and found it rather erotic and a turn-on. I wanted to tell Justin how my husband touched me, used his fingers and mouth on me, made love to me, how he fucked me, all the things he taught me, and the incredible pleasures he gave me. But I didn’t because per my husband and my pact, Justin was not to know that Patrick permitted me to have sex with him. I felt that if I discussed sex with my husband with Justin, my fake secret affair with Justin might be exposed.

But nothing was stopping me from telling my husband about how Justin fucked me and the things we did. I grinned at the thought as I turned my back on Justin. I moved my body to him, reached over my shoulder, took his arm, and placed it around me. I then wiggled my butt and got comfortable.

I told Justin I would cook him dinner the next night, and we could have as much sex as he wanted until Sunday when my husband came home.