Wild and Crazy Pt. 01

Steph was 44 years old and in a real bind. Married and a mother of two kids, she'd increasingly known that her life needed a change. A very big change. She had pondered and worried about it for months. Her earlier efforts to turn around her life -- and her marriage -- simply had come to naught. Something had to give. Or Steph had to take decisive action. And then, whether out of courage or desperation, she'd made the move and done the deed.

It was the worst mistake of her life. And the best decision she'd ever made.

She'd risked her marriage. And made herself feel so content.

Now she was a dirty, cheating wife. And she could not live without that freedom. Or more of the most amazing sexual experiences she'd ever had.

Steph could not hide from the fact that she had sought out Finn. But she'd already made her decision by then. She knew that now. He was handsome and athletic with a great body. His wonderful smile would attract any woman. His lightly-tanned skin only highlighted his blonde good looks.

Steph had sucked Finn, sucked his hard cock -- performed fellatio and drunk his cum.

Finn was 26 years old. He was eighteen years younger. And he had made Steph feel alive.

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Her marriage had mostly been a very happy one. Steph and her husband had been deeply in love -- she still believed she loved him. They'd shared a lot of joy and excitement. Including in bed where her husband proved himself to be a passionate lover. Two kids were proof enough. She'd always known he was a little under-sized. Earlier life experience could not be ignored. But sometimes they had often at it like rabbits and she'd always told herself she was content with his five inches.

Things had changed. Just at the time of life when they should have been getting better. The kids still lived at home but were there only rarely. Steph had so looked forward to regaining those long weekends of staying naked and having as much sex as possible. Lord knew that her libido had been ready for that. Steph was under no illusion about hitting her sexual peak in her early forties.

Hubby had turned out to be the opposite. Two years older, he worked too hard, drank too much and was often too tired to attempt sex. Or even to respond to his wife when she made it clear how horny she was. There was no concern about hubby having an affair - for the same reasons that he worked too long, drank too much and always was tired.

Steph felt the love was still there. But over many months she had realised the truth that she needed more. Guilt and fear had stopped her from doing more than the obvious. Steph had started back at the gym. And she'd started wearing more sexy clothes. The look was aided by her C-cup breasts -- she thought them too saggy but her lack of confidence skipped over that fact that her tits remained juicy and quite bouncy. The idea had been to attract more interest from her husband. It had not worked. Though that Steph was aware of how often she won admiring glances from men. Even men younger than her.

She did not want an affair. But she needed something that her husband could not provide. And then she'd bumped into Finn. He was the nephew of a good friend. The first couple of meetings had been quite incidental. Finn collecting his aunt from work. Finn dropping off something when Steph had been at her friend's house for dinner. And Steph had realised she could not stop thinking about him.

He had those blonde good looks and a chiselled body. And he genuinely seemed like a lovely young man. Steph tried to imagine that she was not having "those" thoughts. Simply, Finn was too young and there was guilt and fear to contend with. Then her friend had thrown a big party for the start of summer. Finn had been there. So, too, had her husband who'd managed to be bored and boring.

Finn, on the other hand, had flashed that smile of his at Steph several times. She'd seen him stealing glances at her gym-toned body. He had spoken to her for a short time and seemed genuinely interested in her. Steph had tried to pretend she was not staring at his well-developed chest and his gorgeous shoulders. And she'd managed an excuse to get his number -- in case she ever needed an errand like he did for his aunt.

Which was how Steph had come to be sitting opposite Finn in a cafe several suburbs away from where she lived. And feeling foolish and embarrassed about it.

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"Finn... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked to meet. It's a mistake. Let me get you a coffee, though."

She was aware her hardened nipples were threatening to tear through her light summer dress. And there was no doubt about the moist state of her cunt. That had been happening every time she found herself thinking about Finn.

"Its not a mistake," he replied with a smile. "Not for me anyway, I'm very happy to be sitting here with a sexy woman."

That was the other thing Steph had found so engaging about Finn -- his confidence. Or maybe he was cocky? She wasn't sure except that he seemed too nice and caring to be an arsehole. The married mother was not that out of practice at judging people.

"Finn... don't say that. Its crazy. And not even true."

"Steph, its true. I think you are sexy. And I bet other men do as well."

"Not my husband."

Finn had perked up at hearing that. He'd wondered himself why Steph had been so keen to get his number. And then to meet at this out of the way place. His self-confidence was not misplaced. He had a casual attitude because he'd learned women liked to share space with him. There was no reason to doubt that Steph was keen to have him to herself for a short time. And why not make the most of it? - she had a lovely face, a delightfully curvy body and was showing plenty of cleavage.

"Well, he must look at you," offered Finn, "and want to race you off to the bedroom."

That was the trigger for Steph to unload much of her angst and unhappiness. Poor Finn, she thought even as she told him the sorry tale. She was surprised that he had not tried to make an early exit. But his lovely smile had not waivered and Steph found herself being drawn to Finn even more strongly.

"You're a sexy woman Steph. Maybe you need to do something for yourself... you know... something wild and crazy."

"I... I can't... leave my husband," she said in a teary voice.

"Hmmmm... that wasn't what I meant. There's a lot of wild, crazy things you can do and stay married."

"An affair? Hmmm... yeah, I have thought of that... I just... you know... all that energy and sneaking around..."

The truth was Steph had been thinking a lot about sex with another man. Cheating sex. Many times it was Finn who'd come into her head. She'd repeatedly told herself that a man that age was off-limits -- her guilt would be made worse by the sense of scandal and shame. God, what if her kids ever found out? Now she was sitting opposite him as his big muscles flexed under his t-shirt whenever he moved.

"Not an affair, maybe," Finn was offering. "How about a one--off. Grab a guy and have a quick fling."

Steph released that she and Finn were looking directly into one another's eyes. She thought to herself how smooth and accomplished this young man was. All that confidence. At the age of twenty-six. She had no doubt at all that Finn was suggesting that he was the guy that she should pick for something "wild and crazy". It was as if he'd read her mind. And he was trying his best to tempt her. That alone was wild and crazy.

"Like what. A quick fuck at lunch time?"

"Doesn't have to be a fuck. Just something fun for you. Something special. Memorable."

Steph knew her heart was pounding. It was impossible to ignore what Finn was trying to suggest. He was eighteen years her junior. And he was incredibly hot.

"Hmmm you make it sound easy, Finn. And where would I find a man for that? Me, a wife and mother."

"A bloody sexy woman, Steph," he replied with a steady gaze. "Come on, Steph. I can see in your body language how much you want it."

Steph suddenly realised that she was leaning a long way over the table. Whatever her mind was doing, her body was telling her that it wanted Finn. There was no mistake -- she'd been thinking of him every day for weeks, imagining his body against hers and his passion for her. Not to mention the hardness of his young prick.

"Fucking hell, Finn. You are confident," she replied, hoping it sounded like she was scoffing.

"Isn't that why you invited me here?"

"I... I just couldn't..."

"I'm not suggesting an affair. Just something... well, wild and crazy. Something you'd never do again."

"Oh fuck -- you're so good at this. But yes... I admit... I want something... like that..."

"Steph... would you like me to choose what? Is it wild and crazy if you let me take the lead?"

"Finn... I am going crazy. But you're right... I just need something to break out of all this shit."

The younger man did not say another word as he paid the bill and signaled for Steph to follow him out of the café. He'd parked his car at the far side of the carpark. It had been just a guess but it had been a good choice to have a spot a little more private than the café. Now he was guiding a 44-year old woman silently to his car. And she really did look sexy and fuckable as she fought with her needs and her guilt.

"Now what?" she asked, almost plaintively as they sat in the front of his car.

"You still want me to take the lead? I dunno... don't sexy older women fantasise about the big cocks of young guys?"

Steph almost burst out laughing. What a conceit this young man had. It was good to know that the younger generation of males still were focused on their dicks. But what a terrible cliché. Or was the cliché that her breathing was so fast and shallow as she sat in the car next to those gorgeous shoulders and that huge chest of his?

"Oh... so you've got a massive penis? Just waiting for me?"

The handsome young man said nothing. He knew that silence was golden. That the sexual tension, and Steph's obvious need, was the key to what would happen next. She could not believe how easily she'd fallen for his trap -- except that this had sort of been her plan all along.

He was gazing at her, a soft smile on his face. Not a smirk -- just that same confidence. And he was saying nothing. Steph was anxious for him to speak. Or for her to find the courage to back out of this whole crazy situation. A handsome younger man with a fabulous body was sitting beside her. It was like he was daring her -- to get out of the car or to touch him. She did not doubt his desire for her. She'd seen him looking at her. It was a desire she'd missed so deeply for a long time. Something had to give. Or Steph had to make the next move.

Silently, feeling like a foolish teenager, Steph felt her hand stretching out her hand to him. It was like she was in a dream state. But her hand easily found the younger man's crotch. She almost pulled away the instant she discovered his hard bulge. Except that she'd thought so often about that bulge. She wanted that bulge.

"Fuck, Finn..." she breathed.

"Wild and crazy."

"So hard... how?..."

"Cos you're sexy. And cos I want you to keep going."

"No... Finn...... I can't..."

Steph wanted to say she could not go further. But she was gently rubbing her hand on his bulge. Testing it, exploring. He was clearly aroused by her. It was the most amazing thing to be so close to a man and have him so turned-on by her. This man was eighteen years younger than her. And his young cock was hard. Steph knew it was so wrong. And so perfect.

"What... what now?"

The question was directed more to herself than to the sexy young guy. But Finn let the silence hang. Having gone this far, the sexy older woman needed only a gentle nudge.

"Wild and crazy..." he murmured.

"Oh, Finn... you are making me crazy."

She'd not done this for decades -- since her uni days at least. But his wonderful body was right next to her. And the mystery of his penis. It was all so wrong but somehow muscle memory kicked in. Still feeling she was in a trance, Steph deftly undid the younger man's jeans. He knew just what to do, lifting his hips to help her lower his jeans and underpants.

"Ohhh... faarckk... oh, Finn..."

He was hard. So very hard. And big -- it had been decades since Steph had had a boy over six inches. But Finn was bigger than that. He seemed to dwarf her husband and she instantly calculated his cock was more like seven inches. And thick -- so thick.

He was prepared to wait for her next move. Steph, however, did not hesitate. The young cock was hard and warm. Something inside her just had to have it. She did not wait for him, instead closing one hand around that and powerful, virile meat.

"Jesus Christ," she breathed,

He was circumcised. A lovely fat head rose above her hand. She could see the bulging veins along his shaft. So beautiful. Mature compared to her suitors at uni. Impressive compared to her husband -- if he could have gotten hard for her any longer. She felt like a cheater. But it was so exhilarating to be doing something so wicked. Steph watched on as her hand began to move up and down the amazing shaft, gently stroking a man eighteen years her junior.

"No wonder you're so confident," she whispered.

"I'm glad you found out."

"Fuck... Finn... this is so bad..."

"Wild and crazy," he corrected her. "You're a very sexy woman, Steph."

She was stroking faster now. Her hand seemed to be out of her control. Or was it the soft moans coming from Finn as she instinctively pleasured his impressive manhood? She had not forgotten how. But it was amazing to find it still felt so good. Oh, how she'd missed this sort of spontaneity, this lust. Finn kept saying she was sexy and now, with his superb dick in her hand, she was finally feeling it.

"I... I want to..."

"Its OK. Go on..."

Finn had every reason to want to prolong the pleasure. Steph really was a good-looking woman. He wondered whether this "wild and crazy" act might lead to something more. But it was enough for now to enjoy her delightful hand. It seemed true that an older woman was more skillful, more practiced. He was softly moaning as she worked on his cock. But why not let his pre-cum start to leak since she might change her mind at any second?

"I am so bad," she whined. "Cheating... like this..."

"Not cheating... being sexy... wild and crazy..."

"Someone might see."

"No... you're safe."

"Finn... I want to..."

He put his arm around her shoulders. The handsome young man knew what he wanted. And he guessed that Steph was thinking the same thing. It took only gentle pressure for her to shift in her seat. To lean down towards his crotch.

Steph could not recall when she last had done this. But she remembered exactly her winning technique. Quickly shuffling, she was on her knees with her head in his lap. Oh, she would burn in hell for this. Her marriage was over, she imagined. But that thick seven inches of young meat had to be experienced properly. She was young and slutty all over again, spitting on the head of his fabulous dick to make him slick for her mouth.

"Oh... Steph... faaarrckkk..." he moaned as her lips slid down his throbbing cock.

"Hmmmm..." was the only reply she could manage.

He was so amazingly perfect in her mouth. The good wife had told herself for years that she was satisfied with a small dick. But she needn't settle for that on this day. No, she let him stretch and fill her mouth as she'd silently craved for so long. The twitching and the throbbing of that big meat was so very real as she worked up and down Finn's wonderful manhood.

"Fuck... yeah... wild and crazy..."

His balls were hairy. And so big. No doubt full with potent young seed. She let her fingers stroke over his sack. But she never lost focus on her prize. Yes, she was going to hell but the thrill of illicit oral on a man so young was inescapable. And she was sure he was getting still harder as she sucked.

"Wild and crazy.... you're so fucking sexy..."

Such praise. Such lust. She'd not heard that kind of talk for years. And she knew it was genuine. The hardness in her mouth told her that. And the gentle pulsing of the younger man's hips as he strained to feed more of his cock to the desperate older woman.

"Fuck you're good..." he told her.

She licked and sucked, using her tongue to swirl around the pulsating shaft. And the lovely, spongy head that had such a wide flange for her tongue to tease. Steph had always been proud of her cock-sucking technique. Her husband seemed not to care much anymore. But it was a challenge to pleasure this young cock, so big and hard compared to what she had at home. Wild and crazy was what Finn had suggested but she'd not counted on her cunt flooding as she sucked the young man.

"What a woman..." he muttered. "Fuck... you're amazing at that..."

Was it deliberate that he placed a gentle hand on the back of her head? Was he trying to take control of her? Steph felt a new elation at the confidence the young man showed. And the freedom it gave her. He caressed her head as she dove deeper, taking in more of his cock. And Steph knew then that she'd reward Finn with what he'd want the most.

"What a mouth," he moaned. "I fucking want you, Steph."

She moaned in reply, grateful at last for such praise, And such powerful need. But she needed a rest. A brief respite before she finished the job. Marriage be damned -- this young, powerful cock demanded a proper finale. She was stroking him furiously, her drool making him slick for her hand. Making him look even more mighty.

"Finn... is there... anyone around? Are we OK?"

"We're alone. This is a good spot. You're safe."

Steph had to hope so. After all, she had her head in the crotch of a man eighteen years younger than her. She was committing adultery. But she had to finish.

"Don't stop, Finn," she breathed.

"Keep going," he groaned in reply.

With one hand gripping the base of his lovely cock, the married woman redoubled her sucking. She bobbed faster now, measuring her effort by the groans of pleasure he was making and the subtle pulsing of his shaft. And she knew exactly when he was on the cusp. She moved her hand up, stroking him properly. Holding her mouth still to receive him.

"Faaarrrckkk... oh, Steph.... Steph... shit..."

The first jet of cum almost choked her. Huge and so strong. Oh, the power of young men. But Steph held on for the ride, quicky swallowing as much as she could. It was made a little easier by the way his hand pressed harder on the back of her head. It was only an instant before the cock in her mouth pulsed again and blasted another thick wad of ball juice into her mouth. His stuff was so warm and smooth, so easy to swallow. And lovely tasting -- just as she'd remembered.

"Ohhhh... jesus... fuck..."

He came and came. It was a triumph for the married woman. She'd felt neglected. Not needed. But this handsome young man needed her so badly at that moment. It was thrilling to consume his ball juice, the first time in a long time. Steph had always enjoyed swallowing her boyfriends and Finn was just as primal as any boy had been. The pulsing of his shaft in her mouth, the massive shooting of warm, viscous semen was proof that she was needed. And wanted. The object of so much male gratitude.

"Ohhhh.... fuck... Steph..." he groaned as the last shots of semen spewed from his cock.

She was gentle now, carefully sucking out the last of his cum as she swallowed every last drop. And she was aware that she was breathing almost as hard as young Finn.

Finally, her duty done, Steph rose up with a satisfied grin. Too late, she realised that using the back of her hand to wipe clean the corners of her mouth made her look like a slut. But she was certain she'd lost none of the young man's precious fluid.

"Fucking hell... Steph..." he said to her with his own elation.

"Fucking hell... Finn... what have I done?"