Happily married to an Ivy-educated business type, she can’t help but be excited when the young hunk next door starts hanging around in his ripped jeans and tank top.

The first time I laid eyes on the young man house-sitting next door, I wanted to lock up my teenage daughter. Rob is a dark complected Italian hunk with the most adorable blue eyes and a perfect, muscular build complete with a triangular, hairy chest. I could see right away that he was a charmer, a heartbreaker, the kind of guy women can’t resist. My mouth watered at the sight of Rob, bare-chested, in faded, tight jeans, mowing their lawn or working on his pickup, bent over the engine so as to show off his cute buns.

I was so caught up in watching him every morning that I was caught off guard when he turned his charm on me. While I was still in my robe one morning, he came over to borrow some paper towels. He had grease smeared all over one cheek and part of his chest. While he held still for me, I wiped him clean with a warm washcloth. I thought that he might interpret it as a motherly gesture, but apparently not. He stayed for coffee and did not leave for an hour.

After that he was over nearly every day, keeping me company, helping me around the house-something I can never get my husband to do. Rob even joined me on my daily bike rides around the neighborhood. He used my husband’s bike, and pretty soon we were taking long rides in the country. It was exciting to see his marvelous body in the sleek, muscle hugging spandex cycling outfit that showed off his impressive thigh muscles as he pedaled. Rob usually rode behind me, saying that he liked the view back there. The very impressive bulge in his crotch was hard proof that he did indeed like what he saw and gave me a tantalizing idea of what I could expect. Day by day the heat between us built.

My husband was flattered that a younger man was interested in his wife; in fact, I told him everything that was happening with Rob and me. He cheered me on. In bed, Patrick liked to hear me talk about how much I wanted to fuck Rob.

My uninhibited sexuality has always intrigued Patrick. It is one of the things he likes most about me. Although my romantic adventures as a single girl may seem tame to some, I was determined to really experience the world after college before settling down with Patrick. Once I posed naked for a photographer, and I enjoyed a brief lesbian affair, in addition to several other affairs. He loves to hear stories about my past, and he has always encouraged me to continue my sexual adventures. A few years back we had a very positive threesome experience when he shared me with his best friend. He insisted that I have an adventure with young Rob, saying it would be good for our marriage; he would be disappointed if nothing happened.

With Patrick’s blessing, I became bolder in my flirtations with Rob. I wore revealing clothes, I never wore a bra beneath my skimpy summer outfits, and on mornings when I knew he was coming over, I made sure that he would see me in my loosely tied robe.

Being the older woman was a novel experience for me. Patrick is five years older than me. My first lover was nearly twenty years older. The prospect of seducing a younger man made this already exciting adventure even more thrilling. But it was mind-boggling. After all, Rob was only in fourth grade when I was twenty; and he was just twelve when I married Patrick. Now Rob is a twenty-six-year-old hunk and I am a thitty-six-year-old wife and mother.

And Rob is so different from my husband. Patrick is Ivy-League-educated, drives a Volvo and wears three-piece suits to the office every day. Rob, on the other hand, is a roughneck who drives a pickup and wears muscle t-shirts and tom jeans. Patrick drinks wine; Rob guzzles down six-packs of beer. He actually feels a little dangerous, which I find somewhat exciting.

To enhance the tension between us, Patrick hired Rob to build an addition to our house, his idea being to throw Rob and me together eight hours a day. Rob and Patrick spent two evenings at the kitchen table negotiating the contract. Rob made it clear that he was willing to charge very little for his labor. Patrick told Rob that the room was being built for me. “Suzie will be around while you work. She’s the one you’11 have to please,” Patrick told him when he signed the contract.

Hot afternoons I lay in the sun in my bikini, watching the beautiful muscles and hard abdomens of Rob and his buddies while they sweated gloriously over their two-by-fours and hammers. I knew they were eyeing me and talking crudely about me behind my back. Occasionally I heard what they said. One time Rob mumbled something to a buddy about my ass while I was walking away. I was in heaven. I flirted with them all and teased Rob mercilessly. Every few hours I would come out with a damp cloth and wipe the sweat off his chest and back. Every night, Patrick asked me whether Rob had made his big move yet.

Although nothing explicit had happened, I was letting Rob steal kisses from me and grope my ass whenever we had a moment alone. The tension between us was building as we got closer and closer to actually going to bed. Patrick was feeling the tension more than anyone; when we whispered in bed at night, my husband would repeatedly urge me to do something overt.

One afternoon Rob was standing on a chair installing a ceiling fan while I handed him his tools. Things weren’t going right, and he was getting frustrated. He told me he needed inspiration, and suddenly, on a whim, I raised my t-shirt to show him a naked breast. A moment later his tongue was wriggling its way into my mouth and his hand was up my denim skirt. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt his fingers slip inside my panties and tickle me through my pubic hair. That would have been our moment, but right then, Patrick pulled into the driveway!

A few hours later, Rob called me to say that he wanted to get us tickets to a Sheena Easton concert the following weekend. He suggested I make up a story so that I could stay out all night. I had to laugh at the idea of making up a story — or of going to a concert of that kind of music — but I told him it was high time we started making some music of our own. Rob then mentioned something about going on a diet, making me wonder if he was changing the subject. I told him that that was silly — he didn’t need to lose any weight — but then he said that all he wanted to eat was me! I told him he could start his diet the following afternoon and that we wouldn’t have to make up any stories at all. Of course, I shared all this with Patrick. He was as excited as I was!

Knowing that the next day was finally my big day with Rob, I was too excited to sleep that night. The idea of my actually being on the verge of having sex with another man kept Patrick aroused all night. He was inside me for hours, whispering in my ear about how proud he was of me and telling me the things he wanted me to do with Rob. My husband’s love-making, normally so soothing and satisfying, was certainly more frenetic than usual. And I wanted Rob so bad, the anticipation made me frantic in our sex.

The next morning, Patrick selected what I would wear: a pink tank top that highlighted my nipples and pink-and-white checked shorts. And just for the occasion, Patrick had a gift: beautiful but skimpy lacy white panties with a narrow strip which fit in the crack of my ass and showed off my shapely cheeks. Patrick said he wanted to imagine exactly what was happening while he waited for me to come home. I agreed that I would make Rob take my clothes off and that I’d linger in my beautiful panties until the very last moment, just to suit Patrick’s fantasy.

Patrick kissed me goodbye and told me that he hoped I was in for the fucking of my life-leave it to a man to word it that way!

Five minutes later I walked in Rob’s front door-no more nerves, just quiet anticipation. He was sitting in the middle of the couch, waiting for me. We did not speak. I sat close to him. For some reason I took my shoes and socks off, and Rob followed suit. When we were sitting there with naked feet, he touched my leg. I turned and we kissed. Well, it was more like we licked each other’s face. His kisses are extremely soft and not at all hurried.

I sat on his lap facing him. He lifted my tank top and gently kneaded my soft breasts in his rough, callous hands, pressing his thumbs into my nipples. Then he leaned down and started sucking my tits. Again, he was very gentle.

Hardly the seasoned seducer, Rob very quickly said, “Let’s go in the other room.” He immediately took off my clothes and began maneuvering me toward his bed. What a surprise when I lay back and discovered that it was a water bed. I was down to just my wispy, lacy panties in no time, but Rob wasn’t interested in my underwear. He didn’t let me linger in my panties. He was interested in me. My heart was pounding wildly as I lay back and waited with the warm water bed rippling under me. He sat down on the bed, facing my feet. He leaned over and started right in on my cunt. His lips were very soft and his tongue adept. It seemed almost as though he wasn’t touching me, so delicate were his movements.

His maneuvering his legs up by my head took me by surprise until I realized that he was positioning his dark cock over my mouth. I stared at his lovely prick for a while and just let him tongue me. Then, when I couldn’t stand his hot tongue anymore, I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking. Rob pressed his cock deeper into my mouth and started thrusting his hips at my face. He fucked my mouth with a greedy zeal while continuing to bathe my clit with his tongue. After a while he stuck a big finger inside me and finger-fucked me until I was really going crazy, desperate to come!

My hips were churning in response to his powerful finger-thrusting. At the same time, his cock was vigorously thrusting in my mouth. At first I could handle it all; I squeezed his buns in my hands and fingered his asshole, delightedly offering up my mouth to him. Then I began to come close to the edge. My clit was tingling with the first stirring of orgasm. I squeezed my thighs together and ground my pubis against his hand, writhing lewdly in his love grip. I wanted to cry out, but my throat was full of his unyielding erection.

I could hardly concentrate on his cock while his fingers held me on the very brink of orgasm. I was going crazy. At one end of my convulsing body, my new lover had my clit poised for orgasm with his frenzied tongue and his thick finger. At the other end, his deliciously hard cock plunged away in my mouth. Something had to give.

My cunt won. I eased off his cock a little. Instead of sucking him so wildly, I licked it gently while Rob kept trying to put it back in my mouth. His fingers kept up their fast pace and my orgasm exploded. I was babbling and sobbing, and Rob relaxed a little while my body trembled with aftershocks.

I was catching my breath when Rob’s face moved up over me. His cheeks glistened with my feminine juices. As I reached up to kiss him, I tasted myself on his mustache. The instant I raised my knees and parted my thighs to give him access to my cunt, he stuck his cock in my wet and open pussy.

Just like that! He was inside me. I wasn’t prepared for his roughness. I was surprised that the sensation was so outrageously intense. My cries seemed to bring him back to his senses a little, and he spoke for the first time. “Hey, okay. I’ll be more gentle,” he promised. A few seconds later, though, Rob had forgotten his promise and was ramming himself into me harder than before, driving the breath right out of me. I pressed my hands against his muscular, hairy chest to keep him from completely crushing me in his frenzied fucking. I locked my ankles over his ass and gasped for breath between thrusts. His strong body totally dominated me. He was in complete control of my body, and I loved it!

My young lover was relentless. Rob had me gasping, wincing and crying out as he rammed into me with complete abandon. My hands caressed his broad shoulders and glided over his beautifully muscled back and on down to squeeze those marvelous buns and stroke the lean muscles of his thighs. I had never known such a vigorous, well-muscled lover in my life. He was absolutely incredible. I could barely believe my good fortune.

"I love your cock, Rob,” I growled in his ear between lunges. “I love your body. I love the way you make love.”

At that, he pulled his cock out of me, threw himself back on the pillows and announced that he was ready for more cocksucking. This time I sucked him real hard and he just lay back and let me do the work. My tongue explored his beautiful dark prick. I pulled back his foreskin and licked his sensitive head, then ran my tongue down the shaft so I could suck his balls, one at a time, into my mouth. After so many years of marriage, it was exhilarating to explore a different man. And Rob was certainly different. Much to his delight, I was even able to get the head of his cock all the way in the back of my throat, which Rob said he’d seen only in porn flicks.

As soon as I pulled my mouth back to his cockhead, Rob reached down and gripped his wet shaft, moaning and saying in a husky voice, “Suck me forever, honey. You’ re the one I want.” I could feel his cock swell as he started to pump inside my mouth. At the first taste of his come, I swallowed.

We both just lay there for a few minutes, rubbing each other’s body. Then I started to kiss him again, and he told me that he’d known it would be like this, that we would be good together. He told me he had fantasized about making love to me and knew that it would happen.

Our kisses got his cock hard again, and he quickly asked me to turn over on my stomach. I was elated that my young lover was not completely spent. I recalled how attracted he’d been to my rear end during our bike rides, and I raised my shapely ass. He gripped my hips and rammed into me again with an incredible hunger; it felt wonderful. While he was fucking me from behind, his hands moved over my buttocks. Soon he was toying with my asshole. This really got me hot, and I started wiggling my ass and pressing back into him. He removed his cock from my cunt, and I felt the pressure of his hard organ nudging its way into my asshole.

Only Patrick had ventured back there before, and only on very special occasions, when I was really in the mood; and my husband was always very, very gentle. Rob never asked me if I wanted it there, but I certainly did not tell him to stop. I just said, “Go easy,” as he pushed his thickness right into my tight asshole. I bit my lip and braced against the shock of his admission; then, once he was in, he rammed into me roughly, and I gasped and strained to stay on all fours.

Rob was really hot from fucking my ass. He was practically incoherent, growling and pumping into me with increasing force. I braced my slender body to bear his weight; it felt so secure.

He came explosively. I felt his warm come oozing down my thighs as his cock grew soft and oozed out of me. I caught my breath and waited for my heart to stop pounding as we lay next to each other in a close embrace. I felt a surge of affection for Rob welling up. I felt very comfortable with him, and I loved his body. We talked a little about how incredibly good it was, which led to more playful kisses.

I was lying on my back, and he was playing with my clit as we talked. He moved his fingers very fast and lightly over my clit. I got wetter and wetter, which made his fingers move even faster. I started to pant and moan, and he sped up those wonderful fingers. I came really hard, and he kept tickling my clit, making me convulse in electric spasms of pleasure. I was trying to pull his hand off me so I could get relief, but he enjoyed playing with my body too much to let go. He had me sobbing and begging.

Never in my life had I made love to a man with such strength and stamina. He just kept on fucking! A few minutes after each orgasm, Rob was hard and ready to fuck again and again. He could not get enough of me.

I turned my back to him, and within minutes he was hard and pressing against my ass again! I spread my legs a little, and his cock slipped right into my still tender asshole. He was not quite so urgent now and his fucking was more leisurely. He lasted much longer, taking time to enjoy my ass before coming again.

In one unforgettable hour, Rob had aroused more passion in me than I had felt in years, making me so wet that I left his sheets scented with my juices. He had coaxed four wonderful orgasms out of my quaking body. I was exhausted and ecstatic. I was also a little unsteady on my feet once I got off his water bed. Never in my life had I felt so consumed by a man.

Before I left my young lover, I tucked my panties beneath his pillows as a souvenir. I knew Patrick would thrill to that. Then I hurried home to share the experience with my husband, the man who loves me and who I knew lay waiting, with eager heart and rigid cock, for my happy return. Life is wonderful.