I heard from Shane yesterday. He was the first one to text m..

I heard from Shane yesterday. He was the first one to text me back. It's been a few weeks since I have hung out with him, so I was ready to see him. I know it's mostly because I'm 58, he's 30, and that 28-year age gap makes my pussy throb like crazy. I get off knowing I was getting my holes stuffed with cum in my twenties while Shane hadn't even left his father's testicles yet. Is that creepy? Sure, but it makes my pussy twinge thinking about it. We look so good together—me, this older woman with a body that still turns heads, and him, this hot younger guy. People stare and know I'm with him for one thing, and that's his thick cock stretching my holes. I love being with Shane and his friends, who all know my husband, and he knows them. It's not just the rush of making Scott look like a pathetic cuck—it gets me dripping wet knowing the whole group is in on it, that knowing smile they give me because they know Shane's going to pump his sperm into my married body, whether it's my pussy, ass, or mouth.

Did I empty Shane's testicles? Yes, twice last night and once this morning. The sex was so good, and Shane made me cum three times, each one leaving me satisfied. First, he took me on his couch, missionary, my legs thrown over his shoulders while he stood, his hard cock slamming into my soaked pussy. I could feel every inch of him stretching my cunt. I liked feeling my juices dripping down my ass as he pounded me. He lasted about five minutes before he groaned and shot his load, his hot cum flooding my pussy, coating my walls with thick, sticky jizz. Feeling his sperm deep inside me made my clit harden and pulse, and I kept grinding on his dick, making his cum into a frothy white mess until I came so hard I saw stars. His cock was barely hard enough to stay in me as my pussy tried to eat his dick, my whole body trembling, cum and juices leaking out, leaving me dazed and loving every second of it.

We went out to eat after, and he was talking about his work like a typical 30-year-old while I sat there, a 58-year-old woman old enough to be his mom, just nodding. I pretended to be interested, but all I could think about was how hot it was that I could still make a guy his age want to empty his balls in me. Scott texted me while we were out, and that made my pussy fire up again, thinking about how Shane makes me feel like Scott doesn't even exist. I ignored Scott, and we went back to Shane's apartment. We relaxed at his place until he started his little game that let me know he wanted to pump my holes. He began rubbing my thigh, giving me that look—and I was so ready to get taken again. I told him to eat me out first, and he went for it, his tongue licking my asshole, swirling around the rim, then diving into my pussy, sucking my clit until I was moaning like a slut. I was so wet his chin was shiny from my pussy juice, but I wanted more. I told him to take my ass, and when he slid his cock into my tight hole, I felt that deep, burning stretch—so different from my pussy, so intense. I love the way my ass grips his cock like a vice. That rough slide a dick in my asshole creates never fails to make my body shake. It's an odd sensation. It feels like my clit is being rubbed even though he wasn't touching it. Mentally, it's such a rush—I love knowing I can make a man half my age lose his mind by letting him breed my asshole, his cock claiming me in a way Scott never could. Even if he could, I wouldn't allow it. Thinking about that, I came in minutes, my ass clenching around him. My orgasm ran through me so hard I started yelling and loud at that. He kept pumping me balls deep and then groaned and shot his second load deep in my colon, his hot cum painting my insides. I almost came again just from the thought of this 30-year-old stud unloading his sperm in my ass, that dirty, unique feeling of his jizz coating my walls, marking me as his.

I stayed the night, and I was still hungry for him this morning. I asked if I could suck his cock before I left because I love making Shane happy. Getting on my knees for him, his hard dick in my mouth, makes me feel needed in a very special way, like I'm his dirty little MILF property. I sucked him deep, using my mouth like a pussy, my tongue swirling around the head, tasting his precum. When he came, he fed me his thick, salty sperm. I kept my mouth on him, sucking until his dick stopped spasming and the last stringy thread of jizz was sucked from the head of his dick. I didn't show him his cum—people always ask if I do that, but that's not my style. Shane knew I swallowed it all, my belly full of his load, and I proved it when I kissed him after I finished drinking him. He would have been in for a surprise if I hadn't eaten it.

Now I'm home, and Scott's in a mood, saying I need to spend more time with him and be a "normal" wife. I don't have time for his nonsense. My pussy certainly has no interest in hearing that nonsense whatsoever. Especially since I'm still buzzing from Shane, my ass and pussy still enjoying the coating from his cum. It makes me want more. And there will be more because I've got to get ready for Jake tonight. Shane might make me forget Scott even exists, but Jake will take me to another level.