I just found a very interesting thread on another site. It’s called ‘Youngest with Your Wife’. I thought I’ll kick-start the subject here with my very own experience.
Brought back memories of a mindblowing experience when hubby & I were just a few years into our cuck life. I was 37 then. We had played thrice with a 19- year-old boy (my friend’s son). Seeing him taking control over me so assertively was a huge turn on for both hubby & I. Unfortunately, the boy’s parents got a whiff of it and the whole thing came to an embarrassing end.
About a year after that experience, we had gone to Brighton (infamous, yes – for dirty weekends!) for some ‘hopeful hunting’ there. No, we hadn’t thought of hunting for a kid. Just hunting for a good bull for me.
It was one of those summer holiday weekends when you just can’t get any room in Brighton. We got one in a backpackers’ hostel which is pretty well known there. Ours was an independent double room on the first floor, the other rooms on the floor were really dorms – each with six beds (2-tiered bunks X 3: this we were to learn much to our orgasmic delight on the third day!).
The first afternoon we hunted on the beach. Hubby made me dress up in my sluttiest net bikini and let me wander around alone. I was getting all the glances I (and doubly, hubby) needed. I was accosted several times, with several I struck up a conversation, but none got me going. Hubby was disappointed. I was ‘starved’ that night (lol).
The next morning, as we were going down for breakfast, we saw these four kids coming out of one of the rooms on our floor. They were the giggly types, and couldn’t have been more that 18-20 years old. In fact one of them brushed against me and was profusely apologetic! Back on the beach ‘hunting’ that morning (me in the very same net bikini), I had been approached by an older man (50+) who appeared very screwable to me. I introduced him to hubby and all three of us were chatting when I spotted those four boys at a distance. I don’t know what got over me. I just said ‘excuse me guys – I’ll be right back’ and walked towards the boys.
I had the effect I wanted. The boys couldn’t get their eyes off me. I got bolder, smiled at them, said ‘hi – aren’t you the boys from ****?’ They then recognized me from the morning’s encounter (mustve been shocked bcoz I had been so prudishly dressed for breakfast). I started chatting with them. They were like all ‘yes ma’am, no ma’am’ etc. I kept walking, so they were walking along with me while we chatted. All four were college friends – had come down for some weekend fun. The were they ‘clean’ sort, lean and far from athletic, but all taller than my hubby. No hair on the body (like the earlier boy I had played with) – that was yummy. ‘Having fun?’ I asked them. One of them (he was quite a cocky one, as I was to realise later), said ‘Not the real kind of fun yet’. That grin on his face got me really TINGLING. Anyway, I thought I’d been away from hubby and my prospective screw far too long. So I told the boys we’d catch up later at the hostel (and boy, did we!) and went back to the ‘senior citizens’.
I had quite expected that my prospective screw would have vanished. And he had. Hubby told me that when saw me chatting with the kids, he said ‘Ok, I ll take my leave’.
Gosh, this is getting lengthy! And boring, perhaps. If anyone wants to know what happened thereafter, let me know. I would be more than happy to share all the graphic details of my romp.
Also, would love it if others here wrote in with their experiences.
Brought back memories of a mindblowing experience when hubby & I were just a few years into our cuck life. I was 37 then. We had played thrice with a 19- year-old boy (my friend’s son). Seeing him taking control over me so assertively was a huge turn on for both hubby & I. Unfortunately, the boy’s parents got a whiff of it and the whole thing came to an embarrassing end.
About a year after that experience, we had gone to Brighton (infamous, yes – for dirty weekends!) for some ‘hopeful hunting’ there. No, we hadn’t thought of hunting for a kid. Just hunting for a good bull for me.
It was one of those summer holiday weekends when you just can’t get any room in Brighton. We got one in a backpackers’ hostel which is pretty well known there. Ours was an independent double room on the first floor, the other rooms on the floor were really dorms – each with six beds (2-tiered bunks X 3: this we were to learn much to our orgasmic delight on the third day!).
The first afternoon we hunted on the beach. Hubby made me dress up in my sluttiest net bikini and let me wander around alone. I was getting all the glances I (and doubly, hubby) needed. I was accosted several times, with several I struck up a conversation, but none got me going. Hubby was disappointed. I was ‘starved’ that night (lol).
The next morning, as we were going down for breakfast, we saw these four kids coming out of one of the rooms on our floor. They were the giggly types, and couldn’t have been more that 18-20 years old. In fact one of them brushed against me and was profusely apologetic! Back on the beach ‘hunting’ that morning (me in the very same net bikini), I had been approached by an older man (50+) who appeared very screwable to me. I introduced him to hubby and all three of us were chatting when I spotted those four boys at a distance. I don’t know what got over me. I just said ‘excuse me guys – I’ll be right back’ and walked towards the boys.
I had the effect I wanted. The boys couldn’t get their eyes off me. I got bolder, smiled at them, said ‘hi – aren’t you the boys from ****?’ They then recognized me from the morning’s encounter (mustve been shocked bcoz I had been so prudishly dressed for breakfast). I started chatting with them. They were like all ‘yes ma’am, no ma’am’ etc. I kept walking, so they were walking along with me while we chatted. All four were college friends – had come down for some weekend fun. The were they ‘clean’ sort, lean and far from athletic, but all taller than my hubby. No hair on the body (like the earlier boy I had played with) – that was yummy. ‘Having fun?’ I asked them. One of them (he was quite a cocky one, as I was to realise later), said ‘Not the real kind of fun yet’. That grin on his face got me really TINGLING. Anyway, I thought I’d been away from hubby and my prospective screw far too long. So I told the boys we’d catch up later at the hostel (and boy, did we!) and went back to the ‘senior citizens’.
I had quite expected that my prospective screw would have vanished. And he had. Hubby told me that when saw me chatting with the kids, he said ‘Ok, I ll take my leave’.
Gosh, this is getting lengthy! And boring, perhaps. If anyone wants to know what happened thereafter, let me know. I would be more than happy to share all the graphic details of my romp.
Also, would love it if others here wrote in with their experiences.
