My Forbidden Young Lover

Vivienne’s POV. I had been waiting for this moment for a while. He was about to f**k me but I don’t regret it. “You look good,” he murmured, raising my legs up. “You look good on your knees too,” I told him. “I can't wait to eat you up, momma,” a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes as we held eye contact. I clenched my thighs at his dirty words, and he smirked, seeing how affected I was by him. I watched as he slowly took off my panties, trying to build anticipation. I can't believe I was going to f**k a young man. I wouldn't lie, I was nervous, it had been a long time I f****d. I was impressed that he saw me as attractive. That bastard of a husband did a lot of damage to my self-esteem, and I was going to regain myself. I sat at the edge of the bed, and placed my legs on his shoulders, spreading them apart in front of him. “I want to see your c**k,” I told him. It seemed like I already lost the shame I had. He took off his shorts, letting his huge veiny c**k pop out. I swallowed, I haven't seen such size in all my years of trying out c***s. And he was just twenty-five. “How do you control such a huge c**k?” “You will see,” he promised. He spread my legs apart, brought his nose to my p***y and took a good sniff. “You smell incredible,” The next moment he dived in. He skillfully licked my c**t, sending jolts down my spine. It's been a very long time since I felt this way. All he did was just flick across my c**t with his tongue. “Wonderfully, mama.” I leaned back, a moan slipping from my lips as he began to eat my p***y. His tongue slowly lapped at my c**t before picking up pace. I didn't know when my toes curled at the sensation, and my leg closing on his head, I pulled him closer to eat me better. He gently pressed on as if trying to find the spot that felt good. “Oh! There,” I directed him and he immediately devoured that spot. The feeling of him sucking my p***y almost sent me to heaven, as I gasped. He rhythmically pulled my c**t in and out of his mouth, he started slowly and increased his pace. He slowed down to apply pressure directly below my c******s. I almost protested when he pulled away to kiss my inner tights, his eyes filled with a kind of adoration I haven't seen in a long time. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing his fours on my c**t. He kept ravaging my p***y with his thumb around my c**t, as I moaned above him. I could feel my orgasm coming near when he stopped. “What?” I looked at him, doe-eyed and in disbelief. “You have dinner to plan,” he stood up and moved away. My eyes narrowed as I watched him smirk. He wanted me to chase him, he wanted me to crave and beg for him. “This is just the appetizer. I will give you dessert during dinner,” he promised. My ears perked up, I could feel my p***y throb and get wetter in anticipation. My heart raced wildly, that was too dangerous, but guess what I will do? I watched him smile at me and winked. “Later, Mama.” He walked out of my room. I slumped on my bed, I was about to orgasm when he stopped. I pleasured myself to get an orgasm, but I couldn't help thinking about him and his d**k. While freshening up. I remembered the day I first started pleasuring myself while thinking of Alex. That day, I was supposed to drop a file that he was going to take to my husband at work. I didn't want to forget because I was going to my bedroom to sleep. I walked to his room and calmly knocked. “Alex?” I called out. “Come in,” I heard his distant voice invite me to come in. I entered and what my eyes saw, my mouth couldn't tell no soul. I should have looked away. God knows I tried to convince myself that I was a respectable, married woman who had no business staring at my friend's son who lived with me. But the sight before me had frozen me in place. Alex Bennett. Twenty-five, ridiculously handsome, and completely unaware that he had become the star of my most shameful fantasies. He stood by the edge of his bed, his shirt discarded, his head tilted back as his hand moved over his erection. My breath caught in my throat. Heat crept up my neck, and I pressed my thighs together as I kept watching him. For years, my husband had made me feel undesirable. Yet here I was, staring at a man fifteen years younger than me, imagining what it would feel like to have him look at me with the same hunger I felt for him. Then Alex turned his head. Our eyes met. And suddenly, I wasn't the only one caught doing something I shouldn't. He didn't stop what he was doing to my utmost surprise, he kept stroking his d**k, with his eyes fixed on mine, with a hint of smirk at the corner of his lips. What was he doing? I wondered in my mind. He didn't have his usual smile. He gazed straight at me as if staring into my soul. I stood rooted to the ground, I hadn't been rendered speechless like that. I dropped the files on the table near where I was standing. “Give it to my husband,” I dropped the files and left immediately. Though it has been awkward between us since that day, I have always thought of him to give myself self-pleasure. I can't wait to get more of what he can offer, and I will offer him the best material things he can get in this world.