A Young Stud Stuffed Me While My Husband Cheered Him On

The early morning light filtered softly through the windows of the tall urban skyscraper, casting a warm, serene atmosphere onto Sofia’s face as she sat, quietly contemplating her life. Although surrounded by success, there was still an underlying sense of emptiness simmering beneath the surface. Despite being married to a handsome Charles — a man whose once captivating charm now seemed monotonous and predictable, she yearned for more than what domesticity offered.

Craving adventure and a rush of adrenaline, she began daydreaming about ways to rekindle passion in her dull marriage. She had already had sex with one of her younger male co-workers, which was delightful to experience while her husband watched.

Now, she was looking for another target; that is to say, another cock to suck and fuck!

Sofia knew that no one would ever suspect her as being a hotwife. With her hipster glasses, busty chest, and padded suburban ass, and the stereotypical disapproving look of an upset Latina mother.

Seated in the break room with her friend Kate, the conversation turned to the younger men in the office. As they reminisced about how appealing such individuals appeared due to their energy and vitality, Kate remarked on a recent addition to the staff — a 22-year-old named Ryan. His good looks, combined with his physical prowess and charming demeanor, were undeniably irresistible. This realization sparked a cunning idea.

Why not introduce a little wildness back into their lives?

Without delay, she ran the idea by Charles in a text message. In record time, he responded back, his excitement palpable. ‘Why not ask him to come over to the house after work?’

She gathered up her courage, and approached Ryan during break time, and had a brief chat with him. Originally, she planned on confidentially explaining her intentions without divulging specific details, yet that seemed like overkill, given the fact he was 22. Instead, she made sweet conversation with him while running her hands all over his chest, witnessing him melting away in lust. After they decided to meet at her home for dinner, handsome Ryan said goodbye, doing his best to hide his throbbing erection. Sofia felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of embarking on the forbidden journey with her second boy toy.

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Her heart raced and her breath came short when Ryan finally rang the doorbell.

“Uh, hi, Ms. Sofia,” he sheepishly said, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Like, I bought these for you, and shit.”

“Oh, that was very thoughtful of you, Ryan. Thank you.” She ushered him inside the house with seductive ease, her hand taking a hearty squeeze on his ass.

“Whoa, shit, man! I mean, cool.”

As they walked toward the dimly-lit room filled with candles, the air crackled with electricity, fueled by unspoken desires.

Damn, I’m such a slut! Look at him, he’s so young and sexy!

There was an undercurrent of anticipation mixed with excitement in the space between them.

“Please, take a seat,” she offered, in her standard disapproving tone, her RBF-expression the same as practically always. Sofia gestured for him to sit down on the sofa beside her, taking a seat herself. She angled herself just right, so that her low-cut skirt gave him a down-skirt view.

Poor young man probably thinks I mugged a hooker to get her skirt, she quipped to herself.

They exchanged small talk while he tried to maintain composure, discussing trivial topics. It was not easy, since she regularly shifted around, giving him perfect views of her skimpy panties.

“Is it okay if we eat dinner a little later, Ryan? I didn’t have a chance to finish it.”

“Yes, finishing dinner is always good,” he droned, distracted by the sight of her low-cut blouse and short skirt.

Meanwhile, Charles watched from behind a one-way mirror installed in the wall, hidden from view, but still able to observe them perfectly. Creepy? Perhaps. But highly arousing? Yes!

Feelings of self-loathing swelled inside him, knowing he’d soon experience his wife being pleasured by a man half her age.

Desiring to further enhance the sensuous environment, Sofia reached for the remote control lying nearby, turning off the TV that hung on the wall. The sudden absence of noise made the silence grow heavier around them, adding weight to the building sexual tension between her and Ryan. Scooting closer to him, Sofia took hold of Ryan’s hand, looking deep into his eyes with a mix of desire.

Without breaking eye contact, she slowly stood up, signaling for him to follow suit. Moving closer to one another, he tenderly brushed his fingers across Sofia’s cheekbone. With delicate precision, he moved closer, pressing his lips against hers, sending shivers coursing throughout her entire body.

Her arms encircled his waist, pulling him even closer, savoring the taste of his mouth. They kissed fervently, moaning deeply into each other’s mouths, reveling in the pleasure they found in one another’s company. Ryan had obviously grown tired of being teased, and ducked his hands underneath her skirt, grabbing her padded ass cheeks through her G-string.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she groaned, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, her velvety motherly hand stuffing its way down his boxers.

“Oh, shit, man,” he moaned, her hand stroking his cock through his pants.

“Quite right…dude,” she replied, her brown eyes looking at him through her hipster glasses, her mouth a straight line.

Without speaking, she led them to the bedroom. As their clothes fell away, Ryan’s strong arms enveloped Sofia, giving her the stability she needed. Sofia guided Ryan’s hands expertly over her body, allowing him to fondle and grab her ass, while doing the same with her chest. While doing this, his cock jerked and swung, as if gone haywire. To placate it, Sofia grabbed it, giving long, slow strokes, while Ryan moaned.

“You have a nice cock,” she stated, matter-of-factly.

Meanwhile, Charles observed through the one-way mirror, observing every carnal detail displayed before him. His pants were pooled around his ankles, his manhood feeling like a balloon pulled too tight.

“Come join me on the bed, Ryan.”

With feverish urgency, he complied, lying alongside her, their limbs entangled, his lips smacking her neck, before taking each nipple in his mouth.

Charles’s eyes burned with sexual jealousy, seeing the two lovers writhing in ecstasy, unable to bear watching any longer, he steeled himself, deciding now was the perfect opportunity to make his presence known. Entering the bedroom, Charles stood in the doorway, stroking his hard cock.

“What the?!? I thought you were joking about your husband watching,” Ryan said. However, when Sofia’s warm mouth descended around his cock and began bobbing on it, his shock dissipated.

“Oh, shit, Ms. Potter,” he moaned, her tongue swirling all around his cock while her husband watched.

Embracing Ryan, Sofia straddled him, moving rhythmically, allowing his cock to penetrate deep inside. Watching from the corner of the room, Charles marveled at the sight of Sofia straddling her younger colleague while he gripped her ass cheeks as if they were life preservers on a sinking ship. The heat and intensity in her moans and shrieks conveyed the depth of her feelings, her tits bouncing around without abandon. The scents of sweat and aroused flesh permeated the air, heightening the sense of immediacy.

With unbridled lust, Sofia relished the sweet juices that flowed from her most private place.

“Please, fuck her from behind,” Charles begged.

Taking her from behind, Ryan started thrusting back and forth, slamming into her tight, hotwife pussy.

“Ugh, her pussy feels so good,” he moaned. “Fucking your wife is so fun.”

Any other time, Charles knew he’d probably take a swing at a man who said that to him; however, right now, hearing the young stud say it was an effective aphrodisiac.

It seemed to reaffirm what had been brewing inside all three participants — a powerful mixture of attraction, curiosity, and lust.

“Yes, that’s it, fuck my wife,” he encouraged, his hand moving at lightning speed.

With some dramatic effect, Ryan pulled back, then slammed into Sofia with reckless abandon.

“Ugh, your wife is such a slut!”

“Yes, I am!” she whined, her face a grimace of pain. “Your dick is bigger than my dipshit husband’s dick! He is such a loser,” she sneered.

“Yes, I am,” Charles affirmed, certain this was the first time in his life when he would’ve agreed to a statement like that.

Sounds of slapping her slightly flabby ass filled the room as they grunted and groaned together. Finally, as if by some miracle in timing, the three of them came around the same time.

Charles was the first to orgasm, his creamy strands of cum smacking his wife’s face after he hurried to her on the bed. Sofia came next, delighted to be a cum receptacle while also being fucked from behind. Ryan’s orgasm wasn’t far off, after her womanhood clamped around his cock, pushing him over the edge. In an odd symphony of sounds, the trio moaned, screamed and groaned, ceasing when all their fluids were depleted.

Once silence returned to the bedroom, Sofia was the first to speak.

“So, uhh, who wants dinner?”

THE END