Mrs Gregory
written by:
Bloomgirl

I haven't always had sex with other men outside my marriage - in fact up until six months ago, the thought of cheating on loyal, dependable but boring Sean had never crossed my mind. I'd just hit my forties and resigned myself to a settled life, and sex being him getting on top of me, moving around a bit and then him rolling off and falling asleep whilst I brought myself to climax.

It changed the day I went to my friend's pool party. She'd married into money; her husband owned a chain of garages, and their home was a million times better than anything I could ever hope to own. Being in England, the pool was built into a large conservatory so that weather wasn't an issue, and she was having this party to officially open it. Sean had refused to go, so I was alone.

After an hour or so, the party began to divide up. The men all disappeared into the house so that Simon could show off his large screen 3D tv system, whilst the women gathered around the pool and Lynsey made cocktails. I swam up and down the pool, half listening to their conversation. I had assumed they were all happily married and that having a bit of a moan about their other halves was just par for the course when a bunch of women got together. However, once their men were well out ear shot I was shocked to learn how many of them were having affairs, either full blown long term things or a series of one night stands.

"If anything," Lucy was saying, "It makes our marriage better. Poor David just can't keep up with my needs in the bedroom these days. My lover is doing him a favour and I have the best of both worlds - a settled marriage with a good income and our own home, and an exciting sex life."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and yet most of the others seemed to be agreeing with her and nodding. I listened to their stories, how they'd picked up men in bars, seduced friends of their sons or daughter and flirted shamelessly with work colleagues. As their stories became more explicit, I felt uncomfortable.

"Is there somewhere I can shower and rinse out this chlorine?" I interrupted.

"Sure, if you go through that far door there's a bathroom. I put out a few bathrobes if you want to use one." Lynsey said, then turned back to listening to a story of Sally's amazing lover who took her to a hotel every Thursday whilst her husband thought she was working on a project for work.

As I showered, I tried to take it all in. Was there something wrong with me? Why was I settling for boring? I have to admit, their stories had made me more than a little aroused and I was highly tempted to deal with my arousal myself but stopped myself. I got out of the shower, dried myself off and pulled on one of the thick towelling bathrobes.

I probably should have checked in a mirror before I made my way through the kitchen in search of food as the bathrobe did feel a little on the small side. I wasn't the only one looking for food, a young guy was making himself a sandwich at the counter. At a guess I'd have said he was in his early 20s if that, he had a mop of dark hair that stuck out at odd angles and his jeans hung from his hips precariously. I didn't recognise him, he hadn't been at the party earlier and I wondered if he was someone's son that had been dragged along and he'd hidden himself away.

"Hi," I said, making my way over to the fridge.

"Oh, hi Mrs Gregory, don't mind me, I'm on my way to a friend's house. Just thought I'd grab something to eat." He gave me an odd look and swallowed nervously.

"Sam?" Sam was Lynsey's oldest son, and the last time I'd seen him he was an awkward looking teenager, a boy with a man's body that he hadn't quite grown into. From what I could see, he'd definitely grown into it now. "How's Uni going?"

"Um, good thanks yeah. Final year starts in October." The look on his face was changing and I got the feeling that he was looking at me a little too intensely. Then I caught my reflection in the chrome of the fridge door and realised why. The bathrobe barely covered me, my full breasts almost spilling over the top, and as I moved I flashed the very top of my thigh and probably more from the angle he was standing.

He realised that I had worked out what he was looking at and his cheeks reddened as he tried to turn his attention back to the sandwich. Something about the situation amused me, given the conversations I'd been listening to not that long ago and I smiled. There was no point attempting to cover up now, he'd already copped an eyeful and a half. I was curious though, what did he think? Was I attractive to a young, single guy? If those other women at the party could seduce men, then could I?

I don't know why, but the curiosity began to get the better of me. "Do you like what you see, Sam?" I said.

He turned to look at me again, his cheeks still red. I could see him trying to determine how he should answer my question, his adam's apple danced up and down his throat as he battled with what was right and wrong, and I noticed him lick his lips several times as his eyes took in the view.

"Yes," he eventually said.

I grew bolder. Maybe I could do this, just once to see what it was like. Taking a few steps closer to him, I heard my breathing become faster. Sam watched, fascinated and wondering what I was going to do next. I decided that if I was going to attempt to seduce him, I had to do it now before I lost my nerve. I moved closer and grasped his crotch firmly with my right hand, getting a handful of semi-erect cock. This was promising.

"Mm, from this reaction I can tell you do like looking at me."

"You're a very attractive woman, Mrs Gregory," he said, his breathing becoming deeper and rapid, and his cock hardening by the second. He licked his lips and I felt an urge to taste them too. I moved my free hand to the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss which he responded to without a second thought. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine, then found myself being turned and pushed against the counter where he'd been making his sandwich. His arm moved around my neck as the kiss became more intense and then I felt his other hand slide inside the bathrobe to grasp my breast.

My heart was racing at the thought of what I was doing. This young mouth tasted sweet, and his hands soft. "Sam!" I breathed as our lips parted. He gave a groan of appreciation and pulled the bathrobe open before clamping his mouth onto one of my breasts, suckling and biting on the pebble like nipple. I reached for his head, grabbing hold of a handful of his hair and encouraging him to continue. His young, yet surprisingly confident and skilful hands were exploring the curves of my naked body and I sighed happily. Then I felt one of his hands between my thighs and I parted my legs for him, allowing him easier access to my pussy.

He pushed two fingers inside me, making me gasp out loud. He continued suckling and licking my breasts as his fingers thrust in and out. I can honestly say that I've never felt so alive as I did in that moment, and before I knew it my head was thrown back and I was gripping onto the counter as my insides began to quiver. I came hard, almost sobbing as my internal muscles clamped around Sam's fingers and he stopped sucking my breasts to kiss me on the mouth, taking my breath at the force and intensity of it.

After what felt like several long minutes, he withdrew his fingers and we both stood facing each other, breathing hard and wondering where this was going. I was beginning to understand some of what the women had been saying earlier, and the attraction of a sexual liaison with a man that wasn't my husband was now very obvious. I couldn't just stop now. I needed more.

"Fuck me, Sam!"

For a moment I thought I'd gone too far. He hesitated and took a deep breath, then he smiled. "My bedroom's just down the corridor. We won't get disturbed there." He took my hand and I followed him, my head spinning at the realisation that I was going to have sex with my friend's son.

The bedroom door clicked shut behind us and I heard the sound of him pulling the lock across. I didn't have time to think of anything else as we somehow ended up on his bed, a tangled mass of limbs, heaving bodies and hot, wet mouths. I pulled the bathrobe from my body and threw it to the floor, then tugged at the tight t-shirt Sam was wearing. It was off in seconds and I gasped as I took in the sight. He had most definitely become a man, and one with a very fit body.

My fingers fumbled with the zipper and button on his jeans but somehow I managed to undo them and he helped me get his jeans and underwear off by wriggling around. His cock was magnificent, long, thick and hard, reaching almost up to his stomach. I don't recall ever seeing one that big before and I couldn't help staring.

"Like what you see, Mrs Gregory?" Sam said, echoing my earlier words in the kitchen. I was about to ask him to call me by my first name, but something stopped me. I actually quite liked the way he said Mrs Gregory, and it made it feel even more illicit and exciting.

"Oh yes, Sam, I do, very much."

"Do you want it?" He was stroking the length, watching me intently. I nodded and moved towards it, grasping the base with one hand and guiding the tip to my lips. He whimpered as I swirled my tongue over it and then I began to suck him, taking a little bit more in with each suck. I'd sucked cock before and had been told I was very good at it. I hoped Sam would agree, I wanted this to be pleasurable for him too. His soft groans encouraged me and I sucked for all I was worth, enjoying almost every inch of his beautiful cock in my mouth.

"Oh god!" he breathed, his hips jerking wildly. I knew what was coming and braced myself.

His cum hit the back of my throat as he cried out, and I swallowed it without missing a beat. Moments later he shot another load into my throat and we both gasped out before he pulled out. I expected a little recovery time, but Sam was pulling me into a kiss and easing me onto my back beneath him.

"Fuck me!" I breathed, shifting my legs so that he was laid between them.

"Patience!" he laughed. "What's the hurry?" He was kissing my neck and running his hands all over my flesh, leaving pleasant tingles in their wake.

"I just want..." His kisses were moving down my body to my stomach, his hands pulling my thighs wider apart, and then his tongue lashed against my sensitive clit making me cry out.

"Sam, don't stop!"

He began to devour my pussy as if he hadn't eaten in days, his tongue probing into me, licking and biting. Then his fingers pushed in too and I was writhing and thrashing around. My orgasm was intense, my whole body shaking whilst I tried to grasp the sheet on the bed beneath me. For one so young, it seemed Sam was very experienced in the bedroom and knew exactly how to treat a woman.

Finally he sat up and adjusted his position, pumping his cock a few times with his hand before laying on top of me. I could feel his erection pressed against my stomach as our arms wrapped around each other and then his hips moved and the tip of that huge cock was pressed against my aching, wet hole.

"Put it in!" I begged, "Fuck me!"

This time I got what I wanted. I sucked in my breath as I felt him enter me, his thickness stretching me more than I'd ever been stretched before, and he sank in deeper and deeper. It felt almost as if he was inside my stomach, yet he still pushed in further. My body clamped around the hard shaft, accepting it willing and taking in every inch until his heavy balls prevented him from going in even deeper.

"How does that feel, Mrs Gregory?" Sam's breathing was hard but he was smiling. I sensed he knew I liked him calling me Mrs Gregory and would play on it even more.

"So good!" I breathed. I bent my knees and caressed his back as he stroked my face. His cock filled me completely, and we lay together for a moment just allowing our bodies to get used to each other.

And then it started. Slow, gentle movements at first, barely noticeable, gradually building in pace. It was like a piston, withdrawing almost the whole way out and then thrusting back in, hard and steady. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath us, matching the gasps and groans we were both making.

Our bodies crashed together, limbs tangling and mouths clamping onto flesh. At one point, we rolled so that I was on top with me controlling the pace as Sam sucked my breasts hard. Every movement seemed to fire a nerve I never knew existed and soon my entire body was vibrating with an intense pleasure I'd never felt before. Then he flipped us so that I was beneath him again and he fucked me hard and fast. I could barely breathe now, and I was rapidly hurtling towards a climax I knew would leave me a quivering wreck.

"Sam!" I managed to gasp, my fingers digging so hard into his back I knew there'd be bruises left. He let out a loud cry and then his hips jerked wildly against my body as I felt the heat of his release inside me. I came moments later, thrashing beneath him as he continued to thrust into me.

"Please!" I begged.

"So good!" he sobbed, his hips jerking again and another hot rush of his wonderful cum flooded my body. I felt tears wet my cheeks as we rode out the final moments of our orgasms, and Sam gently wiped them with his thumbs before smothering me in a kiss.

I felt a great sense of loss when he withdrew, and I expected him to roll away and start looking for his clothes, but he didn't. He lay on his back next to me and pulled me against him, my head resting on his chest. We were both out of breath and it was nice just laying there taking a few moments to recover.

"I've never fucked an older woman before," he said eventually.

"And I've never fucked a younger guy before. I'm glad we've both shared a first together today. It's certainly not the last time I'll do it though." As I said the words, it seemed so natural and easy. After this experience, I could see myself quite happily finding a good looking young guy and taking him to my bed - or his bed - for some wild passion.

"Pleased to hear it!" Sam grinned. "Won't be my last time either. You're pretty hot, Mrs Gregory!"

I laughed. 'Hot' was certainly not an adjective I'd heard being used to describe myself before, but I'd take it. My thoughts were turning back to the party and the fact I should probably be finding my way back before I was missed, but I didn't want to leave Sam and break the spell I'd fallen under. I could feel the warmth of my young lover's body against mine, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed and his fingertips lightly moving over my naked flesh.

I began to shift, trying to force myself to leave, but then Sam's hand drifted lower, skimming over the curves of my hip bone and down towards the crease between my arse cheeks. I held my breath as his finger slid down towards the hole and pushed gently inside.

"Sam,..." I began, but he placed a finger on my lips to stop me then kissed me.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered. I nodded. I knew what he wanted and whilst there was a part of me that was worried, I was also willing to let him. So far, he'd shown confidence and skill beyond his years and I had no doubt that he would know exactly what he was doing. My permission granted, Sam moved quickly. He reached into the drawer at the side of the bed and took out a small jar of some kind of lubrication gel which he dipped his fingers into. As we began to tangle together again, our tongues dancing together, his fingers moved between my arse cheeks and eased them gently apart.

His fingers moved in and out of my arse, preparing it thoroughly. My groin was on fire in anticipation and I could do nothing except whimper as he increased his pace, opening me up in readiness for his cock.

"Roll onto your stomach, Mrs Gregory," he whispered, and I did as I was told. He followed, moving his hands to my hips to adjust my position slightly and then easing my cheeks apart. I felt his weight shift over me and then the tip of his cock pressed against my arse hole. "Are you ready?"

"I want you inside me!" I breathed, bracing myself for that huge cock.

The initial burn as he pushed against the resistance of my insides made me suck in my breath, but Sam had clearly done this before and I was grateful of that fact. His cock slid in gradually, allowing me to adjust and relax as it went deeper. Then I could feel his body pressed against my back and I knew he was completely buried inside my arse. It was a mind blowing thought.

He began to fuck me, taking control at first and guiding me, but before long I was also leading. I moved up so that I was on all fours and we got better movement. I pushed back as he thrust in and soon our heavy breathing and groans were punctuated with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the creaking of the bed as the pace increased.

With the warmth of Sam's breath on my neck, I whimpered. He pushed my hair aside and licked me, then kissed behind my ear. His hands were grasping my body, one mauling my breast and the other drifting down to my pussy. With his fingers in my pussy and his cock pounding my arse, I came, sobbing his name and barely able to support my body now.

Sam moved us so that we were on our sides with him behind me. I was able to regain my composure and we moved together again. I was able to twist my upper body a little so that I could pull him into a kiss, and our mouths mashed together hard, swallowing down our cries of pleasure.

He came hard, groaning out loudly and his cum flooding my arse. I was with him, my body thrashing against his as he filled me and then he withdrew and we held each other for a few minutes, caressing and kissing until our bodies stopped quivering.

So here I am six months later and a changed woman thanks to Sam. I have the security of my husband but I get my sexual gratification from other men. It's mostly one-offs, but Sam comes home from University every two to three weeks and we meet up for a few hours of passion - and he still insists on calling me Mrs Gregory.