Natasha - Pt. 01

Sexploits of Our Youth - How it Started: Natasha's View

We had already been married for over 10 years and sure, we had our fights, but we always got past everything. We were going through a bit of a bad time when Tom told me how much he wanted to make love to me and yes, I think more than anything it was a fantastic boost to how I was feeling about myself. I had this 19 year old young man, a virgin no less, who wanted me, a 32 year old mother of 3. What would that do to your ego?

I remember when it happened, Boris had taken the kids to the lake for the weekend and Tom had come by as he usually did in the evenings to play video games with Boris. Sadly for Tom, Boris was not available that weekend so I invited him in to watch TV with me. I had no sexual intentions towards him, nor did I think he had any towards me.

We had been watching some crap show on TV and talking about what his plans were now that he was finished grade 12, was he to go on to college, look for a job or perhaps even travel for a year. Conversation was not Tom's strong suit so there were many breaks. It was on one of those breaks in the conversation that Tom said he wanted to make love to me.

To put it mildly, I was shocked by his statement. As I recall, I asked him if he knew what he was asking me, or was he asking me, perhaps it was just a statement that he found me attractive and thought that I would be someone whom he like to make love to. I really didn't know what to think, and that's when my life changed. That was the moment I would test his mettle. So in a moment of poor judgement, I stood and told him to follow me.

Tom followed me all the way to my bedroom door, which was where he stood simply looking at me, not sure what to say or do. I was standing beside the bed looking at this young man who seemed more scared of me than ready to make love to me. He looked so fragile, like a small bird that fell out of it's nest. I didn't want to crush his confidence and have him leave, never to return for fear of showing such weakness. Maybe that's just my way of telling myself I was not being a bad wife at that moment, I really don't know. And that was when Tom's wish became reality.

I slowly peeled off my T-shirt, unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to my ankles and then looked to see what Tom was doing. Well, he hadn't run away, but he also wasn't running to me either. In for a penny, in for a pound. Standing there with only my bra and panties shielding my nudity, I worked up all my courage and unclipped my bra at let it fall to the floor. Tom's eye's widened but still had not moved from the doorway. I wasn't about to go and take him by the hand and drag him to the bed, so I did what I suppose was something very much like that, I removed my panties and stood there for him to marvel at my completely naked body, faults and all.

I recall telling him that it was going to be rather difficult for him to make love to me from where he was, that he was going to have to come to me. As he started his long walk (I think that walk must have felt like miles for him) to the bedside I laid down for him to view my entirety. He stood at the bedside for what seemed far too long, starring at me, running his eyes up and down, focusing on nothing and everything. I have to admit, I had not been the total focus of such admiration in many a year to that point.

I finally broke the silence and told him he was going to have to get undressed if he were to make love to me and so like a good puppy, he removed his clothes. I spread my legs for him as he put one leg between mine and the other on the outside hanging over the edge of the bed. All at once he made such a face, squinting his eyes, pursing his lips. Oh my, he was cumming on me. The moment his dick touched my hairy mound he came. He didn't get in me or even close to in me and for that I felt more sorry for him and anything else.

Tom stood, looked at my cum soaked bush and proceeded to get dressed. I had yet to speak a word when he broke the silence, and I'll try to be accurate here, "Not bad for a first time." Once he was dressed he left and I took a shower and thought about what had just taken place.

I believe Tom actually thought he had just made love to me, and even though he may have loved it, that was not my idea of making love. I even managed to convince myself that since no intercourse happened, then no real cheating took place so there was no reason to ever tell Boris. What I did love about the incident I'll call it, is how Tom loved seeing my naked body. And the fact that he came almost immediately upon touching me was a pretty great feeling for an old lady, mother of 3.

Life went on like it always had after 'the incident' until one night in late October that year. Tom had secured a job at a packing plant working nights so he didn't start work until midnight. At first Tom and Boris would play their video games together and Tom would leave around 9:30pm and Boris and I would watch a little TV and go to bed. On one of those nights Boris was especially tired and went to be around 9:00pm. Tom asked if he could stay and just watch TV with me, Boris was fine with that.

It was probably a good half hour after Boris went to bed that Tom started the conversation. He wanted to continue where we had left off almost 3 months earlier. I was more than a little taken aback by this. The 'incident' was something I had put behind me and wanted to forget, so why on earth did I say it would be okay for Tom to stay latter that night?

That night we talked about what had taken place between us, how it was something good as well as something bad. I vaguely recall mentioned that he should find himself a nice girl his own age, someone he can grow with and learn about love and love making, but all he wanted was me. So I did another stupid thing. The bulge in his pants was obvious so I offered to help him with it... I gave him his first blowjob.

I can still hardly believe I did that. Blowjobs were not my thing. I was alright having a dick in my mouth, in fact it was kind of nice as it gave me a feeling of power. What I hated, and I mean hated was sperm. Boris had the saltiest sperm and so damn much of it. Whenever he came he delivered a much larger portion than the 1 tablespoon or whatever it's suppose to be. Without a word of a lie, I'm sure he was double that, and he could do it multiple times a night.

That was not Tom however, he was much closer to the norm and not nearly as salty. That night I pulled his pants down and sucked him off in a few minutes and I even swallowed his sperm.

One night turned into many nights after that. I didn't feel he was ready to be a lover so I schooled him in the art of foreplay. Tom would stay late and once we were sure Boris was asleep we would begin our lessons. I would have taken a bath earlier in the evening and wore only panties under my housecoat which gave Tom easy access and me the ability to cover myself should Boris happen down the stairs. We would sit on the couch and play with each other while kissing. At first I had to guide his hands and fingers, trying to teach him how I wanted to be played with, where my clit was and so forth. During time this I would play with his dick, lightly stroking him, trying not to let him cum in my hands. On most nights I would end our little sessions with a quick blowjob so as not to leave any clues behind.

I recall one night going to bed after Tom left, Boris awoke and began getting frisky, trying to touch my pussy. Fortunately I managed to cool him off before anything happened because he would have found that my panties were wet. Tom was never able to get me off, but that kid could play, and he loved licking my lips, sucking on my clit and he would get me quite wet at times.

I truly thought I was getting away with something that night when in fact, Boris was already suspicious of me. I didn't know that at the time and so Tom and I went right back at it the very next night. Maybe a week or two after that night was when Boris caught us literally with our pants down. I have to give him credit, he never let on that he had seen us until after Tom left for the night.

When Boris caught me that night I was a wreck. I was afraid of losing everything, my children, my marriage, our house, our savings, absolutely everything and I could not in any way tell Boris he was wrong. I was the one at fault, it was me who took the bait of a fresh faced young man who called me his princess. I knew I was in the wrong and I was ready to do pretty much anything to save what I had just 2 short hours earlier.

We sat across from each other for some time with Boris scolding me for what I had done and I took it all, I felt I deserved it. I can honestly say that I still loved Boris and was still in love with him as well, which was why I told him I would do anything, and I meant absolutely anything if he could find a way to forgive me. He was obviously hurt, angry, betrayed, and just plain pissed off with me that night. I sat on that couch completely nude, crying and willing to say yes to anything that would keep our family together, so when Boris said we had much to talk about I was so there for talking. When he said that sex was now something that he was going to control with us, I was all there. When I said ANYTHING, that was what I meant.

So as we were going to bed I did another stupid thing. I told Boris I wanted to do something for him that I had learned to do. Yup, total brilliance on my part. How the hell would I have learned if it wasn't with him, but I wasn't thinking that way. I was looking for a way to make this up to him even if only for a moment.

As I walked around the bed to his side, he told me he wasn't interested in anything to do with me at that moment, but I persisted. I dropped my robe, leaving me completely naked, got on my knees in front of him, pulled down his sleep pants and began sucking on him. He was soft at first but I was determined to try to put a smile on his face. As he became hard I told him it was okay to cum in my mouth, something we hadn't done in years. He came in my mouth and fortunately I was close to the bathroom so that I had a place to spit and rinse. I later told him that we could do that whenever he wished from now on. And if I remember, he reminded that I had already agreed to basically be his sex slave so yeah, I was kinda hooped on that one.