When I found out my husband had cheated on me last year, I wanted revenge.

But more than revenge, I wanted to feel desired and sexy and experience some ego validation. Since he’d cheated on me with one of his paralegals who is half my age, I was worried that I’d somehow lost my “mojo,” even though I’ve maintained myself over the years. I’m in my mid-forties, and owing to some good genetics and regular exercise, I still have a decent figure with B-cup breasts, smooth olive skin, and short dark hair.

When I confronted my husband about his cheating, he moved out and it looked like we were headed for a quickie divorce. However, by the summertime, he was coming around and wanting to give things another go. I was on the fence, but I agreed to see a marriage counselor and go from there. Our counselor always encouraged making proactive or empowered choices to cope with emotions, but neither she nor my husband could have guessed what — or whom — I ended up choosing during that fateful summer.

My husband and I have a huge house at the end of a cul-de-sac near a public park. It was the perfect place to raise our 2.5 kids who had all left home by the time we separated. At the same time, many of the houses near us were going up for sale as people downsized or otherwise decided not to live in the suburbs. The house next to ours had been on the market for almost a year when it finally sold in June to another couple with a college-aged son named Robert.

I watched them move in through my kitchen window and found myself fantasizing about this hunky younger guy.  I don’t usually find myself feeling so “lecherous,” we’ll say, but it had been so long since I had sex, and Robert looked like one of my fantasies incarnate.

Robert was a walking sheet of lean muscle as he hoisted boxes and furniture with ease. He had a thick head of dark hair and light blue eyes, just like a fairy-tale prince; in terms of height, he would have towered over my husband.

Alas, when I came over to introduce myself to the new neighbors later that night, Robert wasn’t there. Another week went by, and I still hadn’t seen him again. I wondered if he’d gone away, as young people often do for summer jobs or internships, and then I admonished myself for even entertaining the thought of him. Besides, with those looks he would have undoubtedly had plenty of girls his own age hanging around.

Now, to cope with my marriage blowing up, I’d taken up some new hobbies, including gardening. I was often outside for hours tending to my new David Austin roses. One lazy Sunday morning, I was outside pruning my Tess of the d’Urbervilles, a red climbing rose, which I had growing around the front porch. I was bent over with my denim shorts riding up my rear when a voice startled me upright:

“Hey! Sorry — I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, no, that’s all right.” I turned around and there was the young hunk standing in my yard. I smiled at him: “Call me Alison.” I stepped out of the garden bed. “It’s nice to meet you.” I tried to play it cool and normal, but wow — seeing him up close sent a “zing!” right to my sexual core.

Robert smiled — and just a hint of blush crept across his cheeks. “I wanted to introduce myself. My parents are going to be out of town for the rest of the summer.”

“Oh, yes, that’s right.”

“She told you?”

“I’m jealous — I wish I were going to Europe!” I giggled.

Robert grinned. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m jealous of that nice pool you have going on in the backyard — I mean,” he stammered nervously, “not that I’m spying on you! But my room faces that side of the house.”

I laughed. “No, it’s OK, the properties here are pretty close together.”

Robert blushed even brighter. “Well your whole yard is really nice — uh, great flowers.”

I smiled. “Thank you.” And then I heard myself blurting out: “You know, if you want to use the pool sometime, you’re welcome to it.”

“Really?”

“Of course. It’s just me here.”

“Oh, wow, in that case, if you need help sometime outside — or whatever — I’m, uh, right next door — as you know!” Robert chuckled.

“Sounds good. It would be nice to have a big strong guy do the lifting when my new potting soil gets here.” His adorable nervousness was giving me butterflies in my stomach.

“Well, just knock — I drive the red car, and if I’m home, no problem.”

“OK, I’ll do that.”

Then he suddenly reached over and touched the side of my head. “Hold on — you have a leaf stuck to you.” We looked deeply into each other’s eyes, and I wanted to drop everything and just kiss him there. But in that moment, we both demurred.

“Oh,” I chuckled. “Thank you, Robert.”

“No problem. I’ll be seeing you, Alison — I hope.”

“Me, too.” I smiled and continued to stare off in a daze as he walked back to his yard. I hadn’t felt this kind of rush since my husband and I were in college together.

But now that I knew the little hunk had a clear view of my pool area — and probably the entire living room if I left the blinds open — I began formulating a very, very dirty plan.

That night, I walked into my living room wearing only a sheer black negligee. I was so turned-on just thinking of Robert maybe watching me that I would have touched myself in bed anyway. But in hopes of maybe having an audience, I switched on the living-room lights, opened the blinds, and settled onto the couch with my favorite dual-action vibrator.

In no time, I was making myself come like I hadn’t come in months! When I eventually came up for air, sure enough, I looked outside and saw Robert’s bedroom light was on. Knowing the way that the houses on my street are built, he would have been able to see everything.

Feeling even more emboldened, the next day I decided to sweep up around the pool wearing only a tiny bikini and then lay out topless when I was done. Only a few minutes after I’d settled into my deck chair, I heard footsteps by the gate and then a knock.

“Alison?” Robert called out.

I smiled and got up — and without caring who else might see me, I decided to go all-in. I opened the garden gate and greeted Robert with my breasts fully exposed. He was shirtless in jeans and barefoot like he’d just crossed the lawn.

“Come on in,” I smiled.

Neither of us demurred when our eyes met this time. Robert and I reached for each other, our mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. My nipples were already stiff, but the sensation of his warm, muscular body quickly swept me to another sensual dimension.

“Let’s go inside,” I whispered, leading him through the sliding glass doors.

Robert eagerly obliged and pulled me into his lap on the couch. “Goddamn, Alison. You’re so sexy.”

I grinded my hips and ass against his growing erection. “Well, you make me feel that way.”

We kissed again, and I reached down to unzip his jeans. For a guy who was already a muscular hunk, Robert’s massive cock was a cherry on top of so many genetic gifts. I could barely fit half his shaft down my throat. Robert caressed my hair and face tenderly as I devoured as much of him as possible and worked the rest of his shaft with my hands.

He sat back, groaning in pleasure, but clearly in control. “Alison — Ali — wait.”

I let him slip out of my mouth and stroked his dick, spreading my glistening saliva all over his shaft. “Hmm?”

“I really want to fuck you. When I saw you stuffing your little pussy with toys last night, all I could think about was being inside you.”

“I want that, too,” I said, licking my lips. I stood up and untied my bikini bottoms, letting them fall.

Robert grinned and reached around to cup my ass. “And this butt you have — mmm, when I saw you out there gardening, I wanted to take you right there by the roses.”

I kissed him. “Well, I’m all yours now, Robert.”

Robert pulled me back into his lap, so we started off with me riding him — which helped me get used to his above-average endowment. I hadn’t felt stuffed so full in ages! My ass cheeks slapped furiously against Robert’s thighs as I impaled myself over and over.

However, eventually Robert wanted to take me from behind — and how could I blame him? I bent over the cushioned arm of the sofa, which was just perfect for showing off my ass and legs to their most ardent new admirer.

Robert kissed my neck as he began to plow me from behind — and I swear, I was seeing stars just seconds later. His size plus the angle of his thrusts were setting off every alarm between my clit and G-spot. My nails dug into the upholstery as he fucked me deeper and deeper.

I moaned louder and louder: “Oh, God! Robert! Don’t stop — don’t stop!”

He slapped my rear playfully and cupped my breasts as he picked up the pace. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt two of his thick fingers reaching down into my wetness and plucking my clit. And that’s when I came the hardest I’ve ever come and went limp in his arms. Robert came, too, but pulled out and decorated my bottom with strands of his creamy load. Covered in sweat — and thoroughly satisfied — we both crumpled onto the living-room carpet together.

“That was amazing, oh my God,” I whispered.

“I’m glad,” he whispered back. “I hadn’t been with anyone since my ex-girlfriend.”

We spent the remainder of the summer having a hot little affair. There was never any pressure or grand design; it was just a mutually supportive rebound arrangement. Eventually, I did decide to forgive my husband — but not until after Robert went back to campus that fall — and not until he also agreed that I deserved to have some fun of my own going forward.