I’ve never found men my own age or younger to be the least bit interesting in bed.

(I am in my early thirties and my husband is 11 years my senior.) But one impromptu house call changed my thinking forever.

It was an unusual night. My two sons were sleeping over at a friend’s, and my husband, who would normally have off on a Friday night, was working his second job. I was lounging on the sofa in a pair of tight, athletic-type shorts, short white socks, and one of my husband’s sweatshirts. I was half snuggled in a comforter with the TV on, thinking about the hot bath, leg shaving, and the bush trimming I was going to do in anticipation of the lovemaking session I would have with my husband when he got home from work.

It was about 6:30 p.m. when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, there stood Chris, one of the computer guys from my job. At work the ladies refer to Chris as the “computer stud.” He is in his early to mid-twenties, tall, well-built, and extremely handsome. Some of the younger women at work had told me what a great lay Chris is, but me being married and he being so young, I’d never given him a second thought until that winter evening.

As I let Chris in, I saw he had a can in his hand. A couple of weeks earlier I’d mentioned to him that our PC had been on the fritz. He’d told me that from my description of the problem the keyboard probably needed to be cleaned. He’d given me a can of compressed air to clean it with, but I kept forgetting to bring it home with me. Chris now said he’d noticed the can sitting on my desk every day since he’d given it to me. He thought he would drop it by my house and, if I wanted, he would clean the keyboard and run a diagnostic on the computer system to check for any other problems. With that, he took off his boots and leather bomber, and I showed him to the family room in the basement where we keep the computer. It’s basically a hangout room with an old couch and some chairs, a stereo system, and some exercise equipment. As Chris approached the computer, he pushed the desk chair aside, choosing to do his work standing up. He was dressed for a Friday night out with the boys, a three-button pullover sweater with a T-shirt underneath, both tucked into a tight, but not too tight, pair of stonewashed jeans.

As he worked the compressed air over the keyboard, his upper thigh and butt muscles constricted and relaxed, making me fantasize about how I’d like to taste his sweet muscular ass. Then I noticed a string hanging from his jean pocket down to his lower cheek area.

I told him that I was going to remove the string for him, and he was startled when I grabbed a nice-size piece of his ass at the same time. “Quit teasing,” he begged as he worked. Then he explained how, only a bit earlier in the day, he and a couple of other guys at work had discussed how nice and tight my ass is and how ample my tits are. I couldn’t resist. I lifted my sweatshirt and, exposing what have been described as “near-perfect” 38C breasts, asked him if he meant these.

My tits acted as magnets to Chris’s lips. His face made a beeline to my chest. Dropping the can, he gorged on my bounty, tonguing and kissing my ever-hardening nipples. I pulled his shirt out of his pants with one hand and caressed his crotch with the other. Even from the outside of his jeans I felt his excitement growing.

Chris backed me up to the leg-press exercise machine, where he sat me down. He kissed me, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth, and worked down my neck and back up to my mouth. Pausing, he removed my shorts and placed each of my legs on one of the lower handles of the machine, spreading me wide open. He took off his shirt and played with my almost bald pussy for a few minutes. Then I felt his fingers enter my already sopping-wet cunt. When he pulled back a little, I looked down and saw him using two fingers, then three fingers, to pleasure me. He rapidly slid them in and out, making me wetter with every motion. I grabbed the upper handles of the machine and raised my pelvis slightly to take in as much of his fingers as possible.

Chris worked his fingers in and out of my throbbing vagina, twisting them now this way, now that. At first I just panted heavily, but soon I was moaning and groaning and then, screaming in pleasure to any god that would listen, I came for what seemed to be several minutes, and was still swept up in the throes of orgasm when Chris stopped to remove his pants.

Chris’s cock size was above average, and at that moment his tool stood out at attention. Mr. Computer Stud had to bend his knees slightly and lift my hips higher to insert his shaft into my still red-hot snatch. He pumped relentlessly as my orgasms continued. As they tapered off, he led my head down to his cock, and I sucked it deep into my mouth. A moment later, he shuddered in delight and I swallowed his hot come. As I consumed the tasty load, I thought this would end our brief but steamy encounter. Chris had other ideas.

Kneeling before me, Chris kissed and nibbled my neck, shoulders, tits, and stomach. His face was buried in my very wet pussy, his tongue probing my pulsating clit. In a short time he found it, and, much to my delight, focused all his attention on it. As I pulled his head closer, he lapped at my clit more vigorously. This orgasm was not quite as powerful as the earlier ones, but it was very healthy nonetheless and had me moaning loudly.

After a short time Chris stood and led me by the hand to the couch. My legs were a bit wobbly from being spread so wide and from the energy-zapping pleasure I had enjoyed.

He had me lie face down on the couch as he rubbed my neck, shoulders, and back, relieving any tension remaining in my body. He timidly asked if I would like to have anal sex. I’d never been able to do this in the past, because I’m usually clenched down there. But at that particular moment I was so relaxed, I nodded a yes. Chris continued to rub down along my back until he reached my butt crack.

He placed me on my knees in front of the couch. He moved his cock close to my mouth until I grabbed his half-hard organ with my hand, raised it up, and licked his taut balls. Then I worked my way down the length of his prick and licked and sucked the head of it. After a few minutes his penis was stiff and ready for some action.

Then he helped me to my feet and gently bent me over the back of the couch, spreading my legs and then the cheeks of my ass. I gasped and started to clutch the couch cushion when he inserted a single finger. Sensing my inexperience, he assured me that he would go slowly.

As he stretched my cheeks wider apart, there was no mistaking the insertion of the head of his prick into my anus. I felt my body jerk in an uncontrollable reflex. This was a sensation I had never experienced before. The deeper he penetrated, the tighter I clutched the cushion.

It felt as if Chris’s cock were two feet long, but it really didn’t hurt. As he retracted his shaft I was already looking forward to his next forward thrust. My groans of pleasure signaled approval, so he increased his pace.

The only way I can describe the orgasm I had then is to say it was “violent.” My legs shook and my whole body convulsed as I yelled out “Oh, shit!” over and over again.

After about 15 minutes of Chris’s persistent drilling, his moans became ever louder until he was grunting. His thrusts slowed. My only thought was that I did not want this to end. With what limited leverage I had, I pushed and pulled the couch cushion to get in as many strokes of his as I could before Chris shot his wad. My head snapped back as Chris gripped my waist and groaned that he was going to come. I experienced another first in my sex life as I felt love juice running down my inner thigh. I then felt an explosion of heat deep inside me. Chris drove his cock into my ass as if he were trying to drive it right through me, and I cried out once more with a sizable climax.

The hot sensation inside me continued with Chris’s diminishing thrusts every 20 seconds or so over the next three minutes.

Chris then withdrew his manhood from my ass and helped me off of the couch. We were both perspiring as we flopped down, exhausted.

After a few minutes we had somewhat regrouped, and Chris asked if he could shower. I showed him to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a towel from the linen closet. I returned to the main room, put my clothes back on, picked up Chris’s clothes, folded them neatly, and sat down in the recliner.

Chris returned and got dressed. He had a huge smile on his face, and said that he thought my introduction to anal sex had gone very well. I had to agree. After dressing, he finished cleaning and checking the computer.

Back upstairs, the living-room clock read 11:20. I knew I had to see Chris out quickly, take my own shower, and try to get to sleep before my husband got home. There was no way I could look my husband in the face tonight after the adventures of this evening.

Chris put on his boots and coat, and as he reached for the door handle he turned and gave me a kiss. He told me this was a night he would never forget. As the door closed behind him I told myself I couldn’t agree more.