I Learned Really Early That I Had A Thing For More Mature Men!

When I was more naive, I had a real thing for mature men.

There was this man that lived across the street who met the criteria for mature men. I felt quite taken with him. He was gorgeous, an Italian man around six foot four from Milan. He’d moved there with his wealthy, older wife. I think he just married her to get his green card. He seemed to mainly be a kept man, not doing much in the way of work. He was so distinguished and charming. So, half the women in the neighborhood gossiped about him and wanted to fuck him. I was no exception. One day his wife left on a trip to visit family. He was left behind for a couple of weeks there alone. Then, I made some excuse to go over there, but he knew what I was after and he didn’t disappoint me.

Nearly every day his wife was away, we fucked. So, he taught me all sorts of things that mature men know. That sexy accent of his drove me wild and when we’d fuck he’d whisper to me in Italian. His cock was beautiful, around eight inches. I didn’t know if I’d be able to take it all. I’d fucked my own boyfriend, but he wasn’t as big. His dark hair, dark eyes, lean, muscular build. He dressed beautifully and stylishly, bankrolled by his wife. Then, I knew she’d have a fit if she knew her trophy was fucking around behind her back. However, I couldn’t have cared less.

It was summertime, and I had lots of free time to entertain mature men.

My parents both worked and left all day. I had as much free time to play around as I could have asked for. After they would leave for work, I’d wander over and get us coffee. I’d be wearing lingerie under my clothes and strip them off for him. It was like I was unwrapping a present for him. He was a sensual lover who loved to kiss me all over and lick my pussy. My boyfriend seemed amateurish in comparison to mature men. I was having my pussy sucked and teased and pleasured by this expert older man. He had spoiled me for lesser experienced men. Then, my cunt would get so wet for him, I’d be sloppy wet and he’d slurp it up with glee.

He said my sweet pussy was sheer heaven. So, I guess his wife’s older cunt didn’t hold much appeal for him. He said making love to her was a chore. He preferred to make love to her in the dark and pretend she was a more free-spirited woman. Plus, I loved sucking his cock. Being European, he was one of those uncircumcised mature men. Plus, my boyfriend was circumcised, so it was my first. It took a bit of getting used to, but he was very clean and it wasn’t an issue or problem. He looked at lovemaking as an art. One for savoring and not rushing. He would tease me for hours before finally allowing me to cum and I’d be quivering with pleasure. That’s what I get for all the weenie teasing I did!

His touch was electric and always satisfied me.

He’d lift my legs over his shoulders and really get into my pussy deep. I could feel the tip of his long cock touch my cervix. I would have such intense orgasms from his fucking me. The best summer ever. Everyone would ask me what I did with my day when they got home. Of course, I couldn’t tell them I’d been in bed with mature men like Lorenzo all day cumming over and over. So, it seemed a wonder they never caught on. It was our naughty little secret. After his wife got back from her vacation, it was difficult to be alone with him. She kept him on a pretty short leash. So, I would wonder if he was making love to her in the dark and thinking of me.

He very well could have been. He and I would exchange erotic emails at times. I couldn’t tell my friends about the mature men I was seeing, they were all into boys. They just wouldn’t have understood. It was a sweet, sexy summer and I’ll always look back fondly on it.

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