Interested in Cake?

We had developed a friendship, despite our significant age difference. I felt like I could talk to him about nearly anything. I'd been unhappy in my marriage for years.

Feeling unappreciated and unsatisfied for so long, it felt like I was nearly dead inside.

When the marriage finally fell apart, I was lonely and unsure of how to find myself again. I had frequently vented about my frustrations to Brendon during those final months of my marriage. He had been a good listener, even going so far as to offer advice on things to try, to reconcile me and my husband. I was so grateful for his friendship, but I often had thought about turning to him for other needs...

I attempted to drop subtle hints about my desires to him, but when he hadn't responded, I decided to take a more direct approach.

'I'm technically single now,' I texted, 'I was married for over 20 years to someone I met just out of high school, and I have no idea how to date anymore.'

'I'm sure you'll figure it out,' Brendon replied.

I rolled my eyes. 'I'm sure I could, but in the meantime, I've been craving... 'cake' for so long that I feel like I might do something... irresponsible, if I don't get some soon.'

'Cake, huh,' he replied.

I imagined his crooked grin. 'Yes', I texted back, 'passionate, satisfying, delicious 'cake'. I'm so... hungry... that I feel like I might rip into the next man I see.'

'Probably not the best idea,' he responded.

I started to type a response, but those little dots danced on my screen.

He was about to say more. 'You know, I also enjoy... 'cake.' He texted.

Finally. My heart pounded in my chest. He was finally picking up on my intentions. Could this really be the turning point?

I messaged back, 'I wonder if we couldn't enjoy cake... together? I mean... we're both single, unattached, it wouldn't have to be anything more than just delicious, mind-blowing, passionate... 'cake.' I laughed quietly to myself as I imagined all the puns we could make using this fun code word.

He simply responded with, 'When?'

I had fantasized about this for several months and never imagined it would be something he'd be interested in. Not only with the age difference, but he was certainly in better shape physically. After kids and 20-plus years of marriage, I was certainly... curvy. Not at all what I envisioned he would have any interest in being with, in this way. I had also left certain areas of 'self-care' slip while in my dead marriage.

'No time like the present,' I replied.

I stood in front of him. Anxious. Excited. Suddenly self-conscious.

He was only half my age and had a confident air about him that I responded to, but I suddenly wondered if I was going to be able to satisfy him. However, once he spoke, I was instantly and singularly focused on taking what I needed.

"This is your fantasy, so I'm going to let you take the lead," he said coyly.

"Good," I responded, "Because I've been imagining what I wanted to do to you for a long time."

I stepped towards him, and immediately our mouths were devouring each other. I ran my fingers up the back of his neck into his hair, as he wrapped his strong arms around my body. Our lips and tongues exploring each other with a sense of urgency and need that I hadn't felt in so long. I traced my hands back down his neck and around to his muscular chest. His warm arms moved from wrapped around my body, to my heaving chest. I realized he was matching my energy, and I was lost in the moment.

His fingers deftly found my nipples beneath my shirt and bra. My breath caught in my chest. I moved my hands to the bottom of his shirt and slowly began to run my hands up his firm stomach to his chest. I was pleasantly surprised to find he had chest hair. I had almost expected him to have been one of those millennials who shaved or waxed away what I found to be a very masculine feature.

I ran my hands up further to remove his shirt. He willingly obliged, raising his arms over his head and removing his shirt in one smooth motion.

I stared at him. This was my first time seeing him without a shirt, and I soaked in the gorgeous physique that was now confirmed to belong to the object of my desires. Our mouths found each other again, and he began to undo the buttons of my blouse, until he was able to remove it without us having to separate. Tossing it aside, he turned his attention to removing my bra, the last bit of fabric that stood between him and my breasts. I could feel my excitement beginning to moisten my panties.

Was this really happening? I'd honestly narrated this moment at least a dozen times in my mind, but now we were here. This was probably going to complicate our relationship, but maybe it was worth it.

I was suddenly snapped back into the moment as he unclasped my bra and removed it in one swift motion. His hands softly cradled my breasts, and his mouth moved from mine to find my already peaked mounds. His tongue danced over my nipples, causing me to let out a soft moan of pleasure and anticipation.

I ran my fingers through his hair as he explored my breasts. Warmth was beginning to pool in my center, and I was overcome with need for his body. I tried to reach for his belt and to undo the buckle. He moved his hips towards my hands so I could do just that.

He continued to massage my breasts with his expert hands, and I could feel myself on the verge of release, just from this stimulation. It had been what felt like forever since I'd been touched like this.

I released the buckle, then the button, finally the zipper, and his trousers fell to the floor. I was nervous, hesitant to look and see what God had gifted this lover with, but my desire won the day. I reached out and pressed my hand to his already hard cock. I let out a surprised gasp. It was long, thick, and warm in my hand. The biggest I had handled, which made me momentarily hesitant. What was I getting myself into?

He heard my gasp and asked, "Is everything ok?"

"You're much bigger than I anticipated!" I replied honestly.

He chuckled and said, "Yeah, I don't usually make it a habit of talking about my size."

"Why not?" I queried, "If that were mine, I'd be bragging about it all the time!"

The moment of levity helped to melt away my anxiety, and he once again captured my mouth with his. I wrapped my arms around his waist and slowly began to move my hands around the waistband of his boxer-briefs, pushing them down, first down under his perfect ass and then around the front, so that his large cock sprang free. It already had a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

All I could think about was how delicious this prize looked. But before I could move my mouth to it for a taste, he suddenly grabbed my wrists and brought both of my hands above my head, pressing me into the wall.

"You'll have to wait until I say so," he said in a low voice that made heat pool in my center.

"Oh, really?" I replied softly, not revealing that I was close to orgasm, just from this fun turn of events.

He held my hands up at the wrist with one hand, as the other once again explored the stiff peaks of my nipples and then began its descent towards my waistband, grazing my stomach as it moved along its journey.

I struggled gently against his grasp, as my hips involuntarily bucked at this contact. My core screamed for contact, friction, him. He expertly released the button and zipper of my pants and pushed them down until they dropped around my ankles. As I picked up my foot to step out, he wrapped his hand under my thigh, lifting it to his waist and pushing his body into mine. His firm cock pressing right into my clit through my panties. My body responded without having to think; my hips began grinding, seeking relief only friction could give.

"You really are a needy thing, aren't you?" he breathed into my ear.

"Yes," I earnestly replied. "I need you inside of me," I was almost begging.

My body was on fire with desire. I hadn't felt this kind of heat in years. Not with my husband.

"Oh, really?" He responded. "Like this?" As he ran his fingers down the edge of my thong, pushed it aside, and plunged two fingers deep into my now dripping pussy.

I bucked against the hand still holding onto my wrists, grinding into his hand with my hips. Still, suspending me helplessly against the wall, he slowly withdrew and plunged his fingers into me again, while his thumb rubbed circles around my clit. I cried out in pleasure, unable to stifle myself. I was coming undone.

"Please," I breathed into his ear. Begging him for something I couldn't explain. I couldn't find the words.

"Please, Brendon..." I was nearly at my climax, but I wanted more.

He removed his fingers from my moist center and brought them to my mouth.

"Open," he commanded.

I didn't hesitate to open enough for him to insert his fingers to my waiting tongue. I sucked them as I desired to suck his large cock. I hoped I wasn't going to be kept waiting long. He quickly scooped me up and carried me to the bed. I was shocked. He lifted me as though I weighed nothing. Which, of course, was far from the truth. I felt so comfortable in his strong arms. As he slowly lowered me onto the bed, I waited until he was sitting beside me and quickly pushed him onto his back, then positioned myself between his legs.

At this sudden act of dominance, he reached around and spanked my ample behind, giving it another quick smack, before rubbing the area he had just disciplined.

"I told you, you have to wait until I say so," he reminded me.

His words, low and sensual, made me even more ravenous, but I complied. I had never had a partner dominate me before. I found it... exciting and frustrating at the same time. I was always the one in control. Could I simply relinquish control over to this man? I was willing to try. I decided to try a different strategy.

"Please, Brendon, may I suck on your hard cock?" I asked quietly. Head down, to show that I wasn't planning to act without his permission.

He smiled that crooked smile that I found so beguiling and simply said, "You may."

He reclined fully on the bed as I grabbed his thick shaft and ran my tongue over the head of his penis. I tasted the last bit of pre-cum that had beaded on his tip, and it made me crave more. I slowly moved my mouth down along his shaft, taking inch after inch of him, as far as I could go. He was far too long to avoid hitting my gag reflex, so I used one hand to massage the base of his thick length, while my other hand grasped his testicles and rolled them gently around, in sync with my bobbing head.

He grabbed my hair, pulling it away from my face, so he could watch me devour his sex and held it tight behind my head. I let out a moan of pleasure from this new sensation against his cock, and I could feel it tightening in my mouth. I was not ready for him to finish. I needed to make this last. I hesitantly removed my lips from his cock, giving it one last lick, before asking for what I wanted next.

He beat me to it.

"Would you like to hop on and take a ride?" he asked.

I crawled over him, kissing and nibbling his stomach and chest, as I positioned my entrance over his waiting erection.

I whispered, "Yes," and slowly lowered myself onto him. The stretching sensation was the final instrument of my unraveling. I came, hard and wet. "Oh, god!" I exclaimed as he grabbed my waist and began to plunge himself into me, as I ground into him.

Our hips began to match rhythm as we both sought release. My hands placed on his chest steadied my upper body. He used his right thumb to massage my clit, while his left hand again teased my hard nipples. His long cock pounded into my cervix. I came again and again.

I cried out his name as I came, "Brendon... fuck, Brendon... oh, god... Brendon..." I could barely catch my breath between orgasms.

He suddenly slowed, and I fell forward, resting my head on his chest. He kept up a slow rhythm while I took a short reprieve to catch my breath.

"Ready to keep going?" He asked after just a few moments, still slowly moving in and out of my center.

"Yes," I replied breathlessly.

"Good." Came Brendon's reply, as he slowly pulled completely out of me.

The head of his penis massaging past my G-spot made me convulse with pleasure and come hard as he withdrew.

"Hands and knees," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," I replied, almost jokingly, but I was willing to do whatever he wanted at this point.

As soon as I was on my knees, he positioned the head of his cock at my glistening opening.

"You want this cock?" he asked.

"Yes," was all I could reply.

His hand came down on my ass, hard. "Yes, what?" He asked, as he rubbed the stinging redness his discipline had created.

"Yes, please, Brendon," came my response.

I moaned as he pressed into me. Every fiber of my being wanted this. He started with such a slow pace, it almost felt like torture. I wanted to be fucked. Hard.

"Please, Brendon." I begged as I began to move my hips in an attempt to speed up his strokes.

Another firm smack on my ass came in response.

"Please, what? Use your words," he commanded.

I groaned in both pleasure and frustration. This was going to take getting used to. "Please, Brendon... Please fuck me harder," I said as clearly as I could as I felt myself losing more control.

I could only imagine that crooked smile on his face as he dominated me.

"Is this what you want?" He asked in almost a growl, as he plunged deep inside me, harder and faster.

I felt his length pushing deeper than I thought possible. His pace was unrelenting, as I tried not to cry out in pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! God, yes!" I finally responded, losing my battle to not scream in ecstasy.

I cried out with moans of pure release as he came. I was breathless as he erupted inside of me, swallowing deep breaths, to try to slow my pounding heart. His huge load delivered deep into my wet pussy. He gave a few more slow strokes before he slipped out of me, the head of his erection causing me to shudder, again, as he exited and it slipped past my G-spot.

He lay next to me, catching his breath. I felt wrung out, like my bones had dissolved inside my body and I was not going to be able to move. I turned my head to face him and said the only thing that I could think of.

"Thank you," I breathed. My heart was still pounding, and I knew that I was going to struggle to stand up and walk, my body not used to such exhilarating and passionate sex.

He responded with a low groan, "You're very welcome, though no thanks are necessary. I think I enjoyed that as much as you did."

We lay on the bed for just a few more moments. Once we had both caught our breath, we rose to wash up and get dressed. As I left his place, I turned to him for one last embrace, placing a kiss on his neck.

"I can't wait to do that again sometime, if you're up for it," I said in a low, seductive voice.

He replied, "I'm always willing to make time for 'cake'".