Every ounce of my being tells me I shouldn't be doing what I am. But then I sexually melt when I see his toned young body and his massive cock. The muscular build frames his perfect smile, and his charming ways which got me into bed in the first place, are the reason I keep going back for more. That and his nine and half inch fat cock.
At nineteen years old, he certainly knows how to use his talents and what he wants from sex. There is no uncertainty about how we fuck, because that's what we do, we fuck. We don't make love and we don't waste time and energy pretending otherwise. When we do have sex at our home one or twice a week, it's straight down to him dominating me completely and me taking every opportunity to enjoy his down right dirty ways. Ways I'm growing to adore more and more each time we fuck.
Telling him only a few days ago, I'd do anything for him, he's arranged for another teenager, a younger guy to call by on Saturday morning. I'm a golf widow, so my husband will be smacking a golf ball around a field. As no doubt come Saturday, I'm going to be having four balls smacking into me all morning and into the afternoon.
If men, my husband included, spent more time fucking their wives, instead of playing silly games, we'd wouldn't seek out younger fitter men to fuck us when we're sexually frustrated. But having said that, this is one wife who's more than happy her husband likes golf :)