Wild and Crazy Pt. 03

"Wild and crazy," Steph kept thinking.

It sounded so simple when Finn used that term. She had surrendered to the younger man twice now -- not cheating, he'd told her, but succumbing to something wild and crazy. Her husband would never believe that. That was the same husband who'd apparently lost all interest in sex with his wife.

Steph was 44 years old and in a real bind. Married and a mother of two kids, she'd been telling herself over and over that she did not want to have an affair. But she had known increasingly that her life needed a change. Performing oral sex on a hunky, younger man had done that. It had been wild and crazy, as Finn had said. It had also been adulterous. She was a cheater now, made worse by the fact she'd not resisted when he'd massaged her clit until she'd orgasmed. Or when he'd fingered her sopping wet pussy. They'd felt like the best orgasms she'd had in... she could not remember how long.

She was still telling herself that she did not want an affair. Even as she took the elevator to Finn's apartment. The young man, aged twenty-six was sure to be the ruin of her. He was handsome, blonde and with a muscled body of the kind Steph had long looked at with great interest. More to the point, he took an interest in her. Said nice things to her. Made her feel like a woman, someone who could be desired.

He had made clear that he was ready to be wild and crazy. His erection always made it obvious enough. The danger was the power of her lust for Finn's body. That hard, virile penis was what she craved most of all. She guessed it was perhaps seven-inches in length to go with his girth -- superior to her husband and still more thrilling when he throbbed and twitched in her mouth. Steph knew about his penis because she had sucked him twice. And each time swallowed his huge load.

Steph knew how this would end. But she was trying to fight the inevitable as she surveyed his small apartment. It was nice studio with a large bed. The perfect place to take that magnificent young cock inside her.

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"I'm married and a mother. No, I don't do wild and crazy things," she had told Finn.

They'd been sitting and talking. It was a quick meeting in another café. Another chance for Steph to tell him she wanted to end it. He'd guessed her intent. He'd also been happily surprised when Steph had ended their meet without saying anything of the sort.

"Except for sucking off a guy in his twenties," he'd pointed out with a chuckle.

"Fuck... that's what I mean. Finn... I know you enjoyed it... but..."

She fell into silence. Unable to put into words her confusion, her shame and her pride. Sucking Finn's lovely dick had been so wicked and the most exciting things she'd done in years. The younger man had more experience with women than Steph realised. And he knew that his silence would eventually draw out more of Steph's confession.

"I shouldn't have told you about my husband. About my marriage..."

Still more silence from Finn who was, meanwhile, doing his best to appear sympathetic. It wasn't that he didn't care. At twenty-six years of age, and being a man, his attitude to marriage was quite different to what Steph had thought she believed. And why not when the sexy older woman had been so ready for something naughty? With her own good looks that belied her years and a toned, curvy body that was intended to attract male attention. Though most men, like Finn, started with the way she displayed her cleavage which more than hinted at her bouncy, juicy C-cup tits.

"I didn't want to cheat." Steph blurted out finally. "I didn't want to have an affair."

"Just something wild and crazy?" he grinned.

"Nooo... I mean... I was weak... and I couldn't stop... and you told me..."

Finn was grinning in part because of the confidence he'd gained from the number of women who'd chased after him. Though Steph was by far the oldest. He'd met her husband, once, and was more than happy to provide Steph with things he could not.

"Hmmm..." he said softly. "Wild and crazy things. That's not cheating."

He pressed her now, eager for Steph to explore more of her wicked thoughts. He could guess that sex was in her thoughts often these days. It seemed she'd been thinking a lot about kneeling before his impressive cock and taking him into her mouth. But surely she'd done many wild and crazy things in her life?

"Didn't you ever cheat on a boyfriend?"

"Well... sort of... when I was younger... at a party and a bit drunk... I was kissing another guy... but my boyfriend never found out..."

"Hmmm... but not wild and crazy? Hmmm... kissing girls?"

"No, nothing like that," she laughed.

"A threesome?"

"God no... even if someone had asked..."

"A facial? Maybe your husband?..."

"Is that wild? I suppose so... but no, I never had any interest. He never asked..."

"Anal sex. I mean, you've been married so long..."

"No," Steph answered firmly. "I mean... I know people do it... I have wondered about it... but I'd never want to try it."

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Steph could not really explain why she'd gone to his apartment. She had told herself that she needed to stay away from Finn. That the reason for her attraction to him was the reason it was so risky. She'd told a small lie to her husband about meeting a friend. After all that, she'd gotten into her car on a quiet Saturday afternoon and driven to him. And she'd hoped that might be the last time. Hubby might be disinterested but she had never underestimated his intelligence.

"You know, Steph." Finn said gently. "At that party... lots of guys noticed you. And he never noticed us looking."

Finn did not mean to insult her husband. Steph knew he was telling the truth. Which did not mean that she had a good reason for being in Finn's apartment. He'd insisted this was the best place to meet and talk. Steph knew he intended a trap. She wanted this to be last time.

"Finn... I never wanted to have an affair. And... well... you are lovely. And you have a great body. I never thought... you'd be interested."

The younger man knew enough about the female mind to see the turmoil in Steph -- and her desire. Already he could guess that Steph's heart was racing. That her cunt had been twitching all day as she thought about him. The key thing was that he knew she was interested -- that she felt neglected and, obvious enough from her words, ready to be aroused by his physical talents.

"Finn... nooo..." she breathed.

The hunky young man with the handsome, blonde looks removed his t-shirt with one easy move. The older woman now was sitting too close to a young man with gorgeous shoulders and a powerful chest. His muscles flexed as he moved and Steph could not help thinking about how much she wanted to feel him against her skin.

"What are you doing?" she demanded to know.

"Something wild and crazy, And definitely not an affair."

What little resistance Steph had felt was obliterated as the young man pulled her into a warm, firm cuddle. The power of his body, his desire for her -- it was all that she had been missing for so long. And his scent, so familiar to her now, filled her nostrils as she snuggled in close.

"You're so fucking sexy," he told her. "I can't stop. I don't want to stop."

She did not dare reply. That would mean a confession, revealing her need and her desire for this younger man. It was so wrong to feel like that about a guy eighteen years younger. But she knew that was what made Finn so perfect -- he had a gorgeous body and he had the youthful confidence that allowed him to enjoy a woman without the entanglements of romance. Or any feelings at all.

Before she knew it, Finn took her hand and led her to his bed. Unable to deny herself, Steph's lips trailed kisses across his shoulders. Then down to his pecs. Those amazing, powerful pecs. She did not want to surrender. This young man was not really forcing her to surrender. But he was so close. So available. And the perfect remedy for all the hurt she'd felt for many, many months. His skin was like velvet against her lips. She felt his muscles twitching as he moved.

Move he did, gently insisting on pulling her shirt up over her head. Steph felt numb as the younger man so casually began to expose her. How could he know? She'd not said yes. She'd not asked him to make the first move. But she was thrilled, relieved and validated by the mere fact of young Finn so obviously wanting her body. She tried not to believe what was happening but made no effort to stop Finn as he deftly removed her bra and let her C-cup tits fall into view.

"Fuck... Steph... amazing..."

"No... we shouldn't," was what Steph thought she said to the horny young man.

But his hands were so soft as he began to fondle her. She heard his pleasure and his lust in his breathing and his tiny sounds of wonder. It was so long since she'd been touched like that. And it was thrilling that the hunky young man was so pleased with her body.

"Great tits," he murmured.

Steph wanted to say something. She should have said something. But there was no time before he was kissing her cleavage. And then her breasts. His hands seemed to squeeze and massage her breasts in exactly the right way. His lips on her hardened nipples sent those once familiar electric shocks through her body.

"Please..." she begged. "Finn..."

She knew that she was no longer in control. She was elated as the younger man gently lowered her on to her back, head on his pillows, and began to suckle her heaving C-cups. His lust was so physical, his touch so energising. How did a man his age become such a fantastic lover? All she could do was stroke her hands on his muscled shoulders and back as Finn helped himself to her tits, sucking and squeezing her flesh so that her pussy was flowing with her wetness.

"Fuck... ohhh... Finnnn..."

Then his hands moved to her waist. Steph was not so out of practice as to misunderstand his goal. She did not want the hunky young man to think her a prude. And his somehow skilled hands were already pulling down her jeans and her underpants. Oh, she was desperate for him to pleasure her pussy. Another delightful fingering would be the perfect way to end all this. Except that she remembered how young men wanted to insert their dicks into wet pussy. Was that still too far? Was it still wrong when she'd let him strip her naked in his bed? But his cock was hard, she knew, and perhaps the best way to distract the hunky Finn.

"I want your cock..." she groaned as he moved around and reached for his crotch.

Steph was not lying, either. As sexy as the young man's body might be, she was enough of a slut to have been craving his erection. She was right, too, about his hardness as she found his zipper and deftly extracted his wondrous manhood.

Lying on the bed next to her, Finn found it easy to thrust his dick into her face. Steph thrilled at his confidence and the certainty that he wished her to suck him. Her husband had not been that hard in ages -- and never so huge and throbbing. She thrilled to his moans of pleasure as she stroked his hairy balls and kissed his shaft. Her tongue trailed over the thick, dark veins. And when he rolled into her, his cock following the whole way, she greedily licked from the base to the fat spongy head.

"Fuck... Steph... you hot bitch" he breathed in desperation.

The older woman was inspired, alive. It had been years since she'd had a man respond like that. A thick shaft straining for the pleasure of her soft, warm mouth. She licked around the flange at the base of his head. With him nicely slick, she parted her lips with hunger for his tasty meat.

She could feel his shaft straining with lust. And the way his hips began to move as he desired to drive his manhood deeper into her soft, warm mouth. It was so wicked -- adulterous -- to take a young, hard cock in her mouth. And so primal -- so perfect and sexy. That was how Finn made her feel.

"Hmmmmm..." she moaned.

She sucked him with pure delight, as she'd done in her younger years when she had taken such pleasure in the way a man sounded and moved when his penis was in her mouth. And Finn had a cock that she truly could appreciate and enjoy.

"I want you, Steph," he growled while thrusting gently past her lips.

The touch of his hand on her head was thrilling. It was wild and crazy to be sucking the dick of a much younger man. But it was so perfect that he was desperate for her mouth. Holding her like that, the hunky Finn tried to thrust deeper. Steph thrilled at the power she had over Finn, thoughts of wicked cheating banished by the implacable cock that filled and stretched her mouth.

"I fucking want you," he repeated.

"Hmmmm..."

This time, Finn was not to be deterred. Steph once more felt helpless before his youthful desires. She'd thought she'd feel embarrassed to be exposed like this -- her wide hips and slightly sagging tummy. But she had no opposition to Finn rolling her onto her back and gently forcing her legs wide apart. Steph might have found it ridiculous to have a man of his age admiring her trimmed pussy. His warm breath on her wet slit triggered a passion she'd not felt for so, so long.

"Ohhhh... Finn... faaarrck..." she gasped as he moved in closer.

His was the first mouth to touch her pussy in far too long. Her husband had only ever made a perfunctory effort. She'd longed to experience true desire for her steaming snatch. Finn did not disappoint, either, somehow an expert in giving oral pleasure.

"Jesus..." she cried. "Ohhh... Finnn... Jesus..."

Her sudden thought was that she wanted to be devoured by him. There was no need for guilt when a man could work his lips and tongue like that. Her body sang as the muscled young man gently teased her clit and then probed her sopping hole. Orgasms smashed through her body and Steph realised that this was the pleasure that she'd needed so badly and for so long. Her cunt was gushing but she gave that no care, simply taking all that his young mouth could provide.

It only got better when Finn picked the moment to slip a finger into her steaming hole. She'd never felt so free -- to enjoy, to receive, to be pleasured. Her chest heaved as she cried out, her big tits rising and falling to the rhythm of the most amazing climax. A mere glance down her body, to the tanned and muscled young man between her legs, unleashed another powerful orgasm.

"Finnnn... ohhhh... don't stop... pleeeeease..."

Steph knew that this was the moment that she was broken - the point in time when her needs finally threw off any thoughts of wickedness or cheating or, even, that she had a husband somewhere.

"Give me your cock."

There was no going back. She needed to be fucked. By Finn. That amazing cock. Nothing else mattered.

"Fuck meeeee..."

"WiId and crazy," he grinned from between her well-spread legs.

Steph realised that Finn had known all along that she'd reach this point. That damned confidence of his. But of course, with that amazing, hard cock that bobbed obscenely as he climbed on top of her waiting body. And that was the truth -- she needed that gorgeous dick inside her.

"Be careful," she almost whimpered as he lay his muscled frame between her legs.

It had been so long - and never one so big. But she somehow had a feeling of safety as his muscled arms wrapped around her. His kiss was soft and sensual. And the head of that big dick was pressing against her wet, needy pussy.

"I fucking want you," he said in a surprisingly even voice.

"Yes... Finn, yes... take me... give it to me... that big cock..."

Arms holding her firm, the expert young man got the head of his cock in her fleshy, wet folds. Steph could not help herself moaning with the sheer joy of a hard cock at her entrance. She felt overpowered by his gorgeous body. But not afraid. She wanted more, she wanted all of him.

"Don't stop... just... slow..."

Finn was happy to go slow but he was not about to wait. With an easy flex of his muscles he penetrated her with the head of his thick cock.

"Urrrghhh... slow... faaaarrckk..."

"Wild and crazy. You want it? You want it, Steph?"

"That big dick..."

"Tight cunt..."

"Fuck me... please..." she cried, her slender arms trying to pull him deeper into her hole.

"Sexy woman..."

"Oh my god... so good..." she groaned as the first inches of his shaft began to fill and stretch her pussy.

"Gonna fuck you."

"Yes..." she gasped, no longer caring. "Fuck me... fuck me Finn..." she told him, in raptures from that seven-inch manhood now plumbing her pussy.

She couldn't recall a cock so big. And she'd always told herself that she enjoyed her husband's five inches. The truth, she knew, was that any woman wanted to feel a big shaft filling her soaking wet hole. Finn was the most beautiful young man but that big dick was pure joy.

"Your cock... faaarrckkk..."

She was surprised to realise she was on the verge of first orgasm -- already. The mere thought that the young penis could give such pleasure pushed her over the edge and she bucked underneath her ardent fucker.

"Ohhh... faarckk... cumming... Finn... stick it in... cumming..."

"You sexy bitch," he grunted as he felt her cunt muscles tighten with her orgasmic spasms.

Steph was in raptures. And helpless. All she wanted was to be fucked by that amazing, powerful, virile cock.

"Ohhh... so biiiig... Finn... your cock..."

His girth filled her as she'd never been filled before. His manly dick was everything she had imagined. And all that she'd waited for. His thrusting made her cum and cum. When he lifted himself up and pulled her ankles onto his powerful shoulders she marvelled at his physical prowess. It was exhilarating to look between her legs and see his powerful shoulders and chest. Or perhaps it was the way he bottomed out in her pussy, his balls swinging against her swollen lips with each hard thrust. She never wanted it to stop, having totally forgotten all fear of cheating and ruining her marriage. Her surrender was complete when Finn used his strength to roll her onto hands and knees. Steph felt wonderfully vulnerable to his manly power, moaning even louder as he plunged his cock into her gushing hole.

"Jesus christ... so hard... I love your cock..."

She'd lost all sense of herself. All track of what she was doing -- and allowing to be done to her. Steph was not a cheating wife but a liberated woman, free to experience nothing but the sheer joy of being fucked by a mighty phallus and feeling the unbridled lust of a man for her body. Of course, with her gym-toned curves and her luscious tits there was no reason for Finn not to enjoy her in turn, thrusting slow and then fast and watching her tits bounce and feeling her cunt clamp on his shaft with each powerful climax.

"Ohhh... fuck... fuck... oh, Finn... I think... maybe a rest..."

That was something she'd never said to her husband. It was almost a disappointment to acknowledge the truth to her young lover. Finn flipped her onto the back and lay his body over hers. Still gently thrusting his mighty erection into her swollen cunt, still filling her up in the most heavenly way. Not yet recovered from her climax, Steph found it sensual to have his thick hardness slipping easily in and out of her married pussy. It was a wonderful indulgence and she ignored the realisation that that same gorgeous cock had made her a cheater.

"My god, Finn... my fucking god..." she moaned with a faraway delight.

"Wild and crazy," he grinned at her.

"Hon... you didn't want to cum?"

"I did.... almost shot a few times. Your cunt is amazing..."

"Why didn't you?... I wanted you to enjoy it, too..."

"Cos I wanna cum on those big tits of yours."

She could hardly hide her surprise at such a brazen request from Finn. It had been foolish to forget that her younger lover would have his own dirty desires. And she could see his confident grin. That self-assurance was what made him so good in bed. But his physical power and wonderful technique made him truly a man. More man than she'd had in her marriage. She was intoxicated by Finn and intrigued by his request.

"Really? You like that?"

"You have great tits... its like leaving my mark on you..."

That was the same reason Steph had always disapproved of the act. She was worth more than to simply be a target for some grubby male. Plus it would be messy and a waste. She had never countenanced any man spewing his seed over her skin.

"I want you to," she gasped. "Hon, please... don't wait..."

She heard the words come out of her mouth. It shocked her to hear herself being so eager. And to realise she was grinning at Finn with his handsome blonde looks and his twitching erection. But she was eager - to be marked by this gorgeous young man, to give him something she'd given no other. It was wild and crazy. Liberating and exciting. It was perfect.

The handsome young man shuffled up the bed, taking her hand and guiding it to his amazing shaft. He was slick from her pussy and still so very hard. It was instinctive for Steph to close her hand around him.

"Finish me, Steph," he groaned with pure lust.

"What?..."

"Make me cum."

"Oh, hon... yes..." she gasped.

Steph had lost of all her old inhibitions. It was easy enough when that young, muscled man was looming over her. The power of his body alone compelled her. She'd never had a body like that next to her, on top of her -- fucking her. But it was his big, hard dick she focused on, almost desperate to pleasure him. Her hand was already stroking him.

"Your tits," he growled. "Aim at your tits..."

It was thrilling to jerk-off a man -- a pleasure left behind with a long-ago boyfriend. But she'd not forgotten how, or the excitement of holding a throbbing cock in her hand. And Steph knew what Finn expected. She knew he'd ejaculate. He intended to make her dirty. To mark her. She could not stop her hand from working faster along his throbbing length.

"Yes, hon..." she whispered as her hand moved still faster. "Mark me... brand me..."

"Don't stop..." he gasped, watching her aim at her big boobs.

"Oh, hon... please..."

The spurting of his semen was a most wonderful sight for the older, married woman. And a sensational feeling as the long, sticky ropes sprayed forth and splashed on her heaving breasts. Steph was amazed at the pulsing of his cock. And the sight of all that sticky stuff exploding for her. It happened so fast that she struggled with her aim but Finn didn't care one bit -- he was consumed by his animal pleasure as much as the triumph of making the older woman wear his cum. He was marking her as if she was his personal property.

The older, married woman was surprised by her glee. He was marking her as if she was his personal property and she gratefully received his flood of warm semen that filled her heaving cleavage, coated her luscious breasts and was slowly starting to drip down her skin towards the sheets. It was dirty and crude and Steph loved it all the more for that. And she felt the same for the gorgeous Finn whose confidence had proven the key to unlocking a new woman.

"Fuck... oh, hon... was that OK?"

"Yeah," he gasped. "Yeah, Steph... fuck... so hot..."

"And so much," she giggled. "All for me."

"Cos you're a sexy woman... oh, fuck that was good..."

"Wild and crazy," Steph murmured to herself.

Her grin displayed her pride and pleasure at letting her new lover do something so nasty and so erotic.

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As they lay in the still air, Steph was thinking of her first time to receive a man's cum on her breasts. Of how liberated and brave she felt now. And, then, of the fact that she was a cheating wife. An adulterer. What should she think of that? And the wonderful Finn? His cum was slowly soaking into her skin, even as he began to draw patterns in it. She loved even that show of confidence from the young man -- eighteen years her junior but with the assurance of a man so much older.

She was thinking about something else as well -- her foolishness at letting herself fall for young Finn. It had been intoxicating to be so close to him. To wallow in his desire for her. Flirting with the danger of cheating sex with a man eighteen years younger. The blame was all hers. The result of her sinning was painted on her skin.

"Fuck... Finn... what have we done?... what next?... what do we do after this?..."

"You rest for a bit," he said softly. "And soon you'll make me hard again."

"Whaaaa?... no... Finn, I mean..."

That tiny voice in her head tried to warn Steph. She could feel the voice growing softer, more distant. Not that she could escape entirely from her feelings of terrible guilt. But it was hard to think like that now, in the afterglow of their carnal joining. Not to mention the wetness in her still pulsing pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you again before I let you leave," he told her in his usual, confident tone.

That was when Steph knew for sure that Finn had been the worst decision of her life. And the best decision she'd ever made.

"Oh, yes..." she moaned helplessly to her horny young man. "Yes... hon... please..."