When our affair first started, I foolishly thought of him as just a young, eager cock that I wanted to experience. He was handsome, big, definitely the alpha male type, horny and hung like a Mastiff. It was obvious that he was testing himself and wanting to test his skills with an older woman, a more experienced "bitch."

Turns out, I was the one with the lesson to learn.

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We met at the surprise party for my forty-fifth birthday that was thrown by my longtime best friend, Jacqui. Though I didn't want to admit it at the time, I think I always had a thing for Zeus. Zeus was twenty-eight, big, hard-bodied, young and very sexy, just looking at him ignited an aching between my legs that I hadn't felt in a long time.

He was there at my party with his girlfriend, a lovely girl, but that didn't stop him from coming on to me for most of the night. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the weed, I don't know, but whatever it was, neither of us seemed to care. At the end of the evening, he put his girlfriend in an Uber, and he came home with me.

After a year of being in an estranged and growingly contentious marriage, my husband and I had been on a course headed straight for divorce. When I couldn't take it anymore, I moved out. I moved to a neighboring city, and though relieved to be away from him, I was very lonely.

At forty-five, I was a highly sexed and still desirable woman. Keeping in shape, exercising; staying physically attractive and fit had always been important to me as my firm, full breasts, small waist, and well-shaped behind attested. I was smart, fun to be with, financially secure, and unfortunately sexually needy. I was not ashamed of my body or my "needs," and so, though I had never been with anyone as young as Zeus before, I was eager for the experience.

*****

Within minutes of entering my house, we had stripped out of our clothes and were stretched out on the bed. Snuggling close to Zeus, I held him in my arms like a baby and gently stroked him. His cock was long, thick, and hard even before I had touched him. Zeus was not in the least intimidated by our age difference and now and then allowed soft, whimpering sounds to escape his parted lips. My young lover showed a quiet control when I slipped the hard, extended pink nipple of my breast into his mouth and enjoyed the feel of him sucking. I moaned with pleasure when a hot wave of release sizzled through me, and I felt his body tense and then relax as he spent himself and slowly calmed in my arms.

We did not have intercourse that night.

In very short order, we became the closest of "friends" and were always together. I gave him a key to the house, and I think he was there more than he was at his apartment, coming and going at will. If I were on the couch watching television, he would come and curl up next to me, his head in my lap, his hand up between my legs, rubbing, teasing, arousing. If I were working at my computer he would stand behind me and massage my shoulders, his large, strong hands inevitably slipping inside my shirt squeezing, caressing my tits making my nipples swell with the need to feel his mouth claim them. Sometimes late at night if he had been out with his girlfriend, I would still let him into bed with me. He would press close to me, wanting to suck my tits while I masturbated him. I could feel him growing bigger in my hand as I jerked him to the point of release. When he finished, I would slide down under the covers and using my mouth, lick and suck him clean.

Strangely, he could sometimes become even more sexually aggressive after climaxing. With me between his legs nursing his softening dick, he would begin to moan and hump my mouth. He liked to take me by the back of my head and wrapping my hair around his hands start pushing his hips up and down, trying to get his cock deeper into my mouth. Holding my mouth on his cock he'd keep thrusting until the waves of a revived orgasm crested, and he came grunting and groaning sending a torrent of hot cum down my tight throat.

When he finished, I would caress and massage his balls, and gently milk the last of his cum from his cock while commending him on being "such a good boy."

I swear when I look back, I really did think I was the one in control. Even at my age, I foolishly thought our relationship was simply a physical one. I had met a young man, and I saw myself as the teacher and he the pupil. In the beginning, it was strictly, at least on my part, me loving and wanting to give pleasure to a friend, a much younger friend.

*****

Zeus loved oral sex, giving and receiving, and he was very good at it. He thought nothing of pushing me back, prying my legs open. I would half-heartedly tell him to stop and go away, but it seemed I was constantly on my back with his mouth between my legs and I unashamedly admit I was flattered and very turned on when he did this.

One warm afternoon I had been swimming and lay dozing in the backyard. Half dreaming, I was awakened by a warm, wet sensation between my legs. Despite our being outside, where the risk of being seen was entirely possible Zeus had undone the ties at the sides of my swimsuit bottoms, nestled his head between my legs and was licking my clit. My initial impulse was to push him away, but Zeus was having none of that, he wouldn't move or stop and even gave me a very intimidating grunt when I tried to push him away. I felt him gently bite my clit warning me to lay still. I quieted and reclined back as he greedily enjoyed himself. He absently slipped his arms under my thighs to life my hips for better access and within minutes I was orgasming, cumming on his face. It was an extraordinary experience leaving me wonderfully wet, and my thighs quivering.

He was insatiable, once, twice a day he would want oral sex. If I tried to stop him from having his way, he could become irritable and sometimes angry. As he ate me, he would gently nip and suck my pussy lips until they were puffy and a deep rose color. I would reach down under his belly and masturbate him which seemed to both calm and excite him; I would jerk his shaft until it was achingly hard, and his cockhead became a bulbous, purple crown that when it finally exploded, would spray cum into my hand and all over the bed.

*****

I know it's crazy, but I felt conflicted; on the one hand, I wanted to have sex with Zeus, but on the other, I was reluctant to do so. I felt I was taking advantage of Zeus, and I may have even felt guilty about the difference in our ages. That attitude, however, was not held by Zeus, if anything he may have been the one taking advantage of me.

The sexual tension between us was palatable; me sucking his cock was fine, but Zeus was ready to fuck. I knew that while he enjoyed the oral sex with me, he wanted (needed?) more and so was still occasionally fucking his girlfriend.

*****

Typically, Zeus would seek me out for sex whenever he felt the urge, not even call or anything, just show up. If I didn't want to have sex, he was big enough and strong enough to "convince" me and with a little strategic fingering and foreplay, he would soon have me doing whatever he wanted. Yes, the sex with him was good, and it quickly became apparent that it was Zeus who was the one in control. He was the one deciding what kind of sex as well as when and where he wanted sex, and he expected me to comply.

One night I awoke in bed with my nightshirt pulled up; the covers piled on the floor next to the bed and Zeus on my back, preparing to hump me doggy fashion.

"Get off . . . get off me," I mumbled still not fully awake.

Ignoring my protests, Zeus continued probing and poking for an opening to insert the swollen tip of his cockhead. When he found what he sought, he was so big it hurt when he began to press himself into my pussy. Zeus lifted my hips up and just as he began to penetrate me, in his excitement and my squirming under him, he ended up ejaculating outside my pussy, between my thighs. Zeus slumped down on top of me as he cursed in disgust, his wasted semen creating a large wet pool on the white sheets. Laying under Zeus, I felt angry, but at the same time, I was so horny my pussy ached; after a few minutes, I could feel him getting hard again as his hands began to grope and fondle me possessively.

I pushed him off and got off the bed.

"Where are you going?" He demanded to know as he jumped up and quickly overtook me. He came up behind me and pulled me back to the bed. Bending me over the side of the bed, I was forced to my knees. He pressed me forward and mounting me, pushed his now swollen, pulsing cock deep inside me and began to thrust. Zeus came in several hard, deep bursts that filled my pussy with so much cum that when he withdrew, it gushed out and trailed wetly down the inside of my thighs and dripped onto the floor.

He fucked me again, this time forcing me to experience an exquisite orgasm the left me breathless. We slept with him spooning behind me, his semi-hard cock pressing against the small of my back. Waking before the sun was up, we had sex again. As it grew light outside and the rays of the morning sun filtered through the shutters, Zeus tried to put his cock in me for a final quick fuck before getting up, but I couldn't . . . I was just too sore and uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry baby," he said and then gently ran his hand down between my legs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the soft caress of his fingers before I realized Zeus had spread my legs and was tenderly using his warm, moist tongue to soothe my pussy and clit. When Zeus had dressed and closed the front door behind him, I sank into a hot, scented bath and touched myself, remembering how wonderful it felt when he had been inside me.

*****

Like I said before, he was a big man, and when aroused, his cock was monstrous; he'd get me on my hands and knees, and slowly ease his cock inside my pussy and when I had taken all of him, within seconds I could feel him growing bigger inside me. From the position he had me in, my chest on the bed and my ass raised, I could turn my head and look into the large standing mirror next to the bed. I could see Zeus' cock plunging in and out as he pounded into me, my cool, wetness covering his cock with each thrust and withdrawal.

Holding my hips, Zeus urged me to rock back and forth on his cock. He used me like I was a bitch in heat, literally fucking me like a dog from behind. With his arms wrapped around my waist holding me in position, I was unable to squirm away, unable to escape his passion even as I whimpered and moaned. He'd pull me tight against him and begin to tremble when he exploded inside me.

His cum filling my pussy and his hips grinding against my ass as he emptied himself he would move off of me and lay on his back, pulling me between his spread legs. Taking my head with his hands, he'd urge me down to suck and revive his softening cock. Zeus was not finished with me and would rub my slit, pausing at my clit and massaging it until it was swollen and hard before slipping his fingers into my sopping pussy. I would be on the verge of cumming when I felt his cock throbbing hard and then stiffen moments before he began spurting another hot load deep inside me.

*****

As much as I felt drawn to Zeus, he gradually became so possessive and demanding that I couldn't ignore it any longer, and was beginning to feel suffocated by his constant presence and pressure. I was nonetheless surprised when one morning after a night of sex, he told me that his girlfriend was pregnant. I was surprised because I thought he had stopped having sex with her; after all, he was here at my house with his dick buried deep in my pussy most nights. My eyes began to well with tears, not because I was sad or feeling betrayed but because I was in a way relieved and secretly welcomed the ending of the relationship

We went downstairs to the kitchen and sat down at the table, drinking our morning coffee. After a long pause and with a sense of relief, I told him that his place was with her and he reluctantly agreed. Zeus tilted my face up to look at him and wiped away the tears that had dampened the loose tendrils of hair that surrounded my face. He gazed into my l eyes and bent to kiss me on my full, pouty mouth that had given him so many hours of pleasure. There in the middle of the kitchen with the door cracked open, and the window curtains drawn back, Zeus pulled me to the floor and pushed my nightshirt up over my hips. Laying down on his back, Zeus had me straddle him. His crown was wet and slippery from the copious amount of pre-cum that collected freely on his tip. I positioned myself over his cock and started rubbing my clit across his swollen, shiny cock head.

Leaning forward, I raised my hips and then lowered them as I began to ease his cock into my pussy. Rocking back and forth, I slowly worked his swelling cock inside me until I had taken his entire hard length. Up and down, up and down, I slid on his thick vein covered cock, only pausing when I felt his mushroom shaped crown at my opening. I didn't want to free him from my warm, velvety pussy completely, and so I contracted my pussy to hold him there and after a second or so released him and again slid down his pole.

"I'm going to cum," he almost shouted. "Stop, oh, fuck stop before you make me cum." We lay there motionless for almost a minute before Zeus' breathing calmed and his body relaxed.

Zeus rolled me over and lifting himself onto his hands slowly began to fuck me. He stroked in and out for a long time, his cock sometimes thrusting so deeply he would hit my womb, making me moan and grunt before resuming his long, easy satisfying strokes.

When I started to orgasm under him, he lowered his head and mumbled into my ear, "I'm sorry, baby . . . I'm going to cum," in a hoarse tortured groan before he started pumping harder as he raced toward his inevitable orgasm.

"I'm cummming," he said again, "I can't hold it," and suddenly stiffened and stopped thrusting. A deep, forceful blast of cum shot out of his cock covering the walls of my pussy. Spurt after spurt of virile, potent, youthful semen flooded my pussy, pulling me into the thralls of another orgasm.

We lay there for a long time, neither of us talking. Finally, I opened my eyes and turned my face to look up at Zeus.

"Oh, Zeus, what will I do without you?"

Before he could answer, my pussy contracted hard around his cock and I began to orgasm again, my muscles squeezing and gripping his cock, not wanting to let him go and I began to cry again knowing that this would be our last time together.

*****

Sadly our affair only lasted a brief but intense four months. I returned to my husband after he convinced me to give him another chance, and Zeus returned to his girlfriend and the University. That summer showed me that age was indeed just a number that quickly lost its seeming importance when challenged by a virile young man with a hard, eager cock.

The lust, the sex, his cock, the adventure were things that I will never, never, never forget, because three months later . . .