Half My Age (3)

#fucketlist item 7: Fucking a man half my age
Sometimes I see young men around me and I see how they look at me, especially when I wear low-cut or short dresses. I always wonder how far they would go if they are given the opportunity to come onto me. Would a man half my age want to fuck me?

The above is an item on my fucketlist.
This story is about me, Master T and a young man, three years short of 30. I have written it in the third person for two reasons: the main one to protect the young man, but also because when I started writing, I actually planned to post this as fiction. However, this really happened, but I didn’t want to change it to the first person narrative, so am posting this as is.

Continued from… Half My Age (2)

Before the conversation could continue, the bartender told them that he wanted to lock up. The three of them walked outside to Paula’s car. David gave directions as Paula drove them to his house.
“Want to come in for a drink?” David invited the couple. They accepted.
Once they had drinks in front of them, the conversation they had started in the bar continued. Paula kept quiet, allowing her husband to lead the conversation.
“I own Paula. She’s mine. She submits to me because she wants to. It’s her nature.”
“I know nothing about BDSM, but if I would want to fuck Paula, would you allow it?” David asked.
David looked at Paula, who blushed.
“I would love to fuck you,” David said. Paula blushed even more and glanced at Geoff, who nodded slightly. He approved. Her gaze returned to David’s beautiful face.
“Would you want to fuck me?” David asked.
Paula looked at him, a smile playing around her mouth and then, still looking him in the eyes, she nodded and said: “Yes, I would.”

“As I have said before,” Geoff continued, “we are always together. And, I make photos of what happens. Here…”
Geoff reached for his phone, tapped on the screen a couple of times and then gave David the phone.
“What am I looking at?” David asked.
“A collection of photos I have taken during our different dates.”
It was quiet while David swiped from one image to the other. He enlarged some of the images, then swiped on. Paula knew he was seeing her in different situations – dressed in sexy lingerie, sucking another man and fucked by yet another. But, also images of her with another woman.
“You know,” David said as he handed the phone back to Geoff, “when I look at the two of you, I didn’t think you have sex anymore. I was surprised when Paula told me of your lifestyle last week.”
“I’m not the only one who fucks my wife,” Geoff repeated, “I let others fuck her too, but we have one ground rule: we’re always together in the same room.”

“I want to fuck Paula, but the idea of a camera directed at my nuts… no, I don’t think I can handle that.”
“You will forget the camera soon enough,” Geoff said.
“But what about privacy? I cannot risk photos like that being discovered.”
“Neither can we. All photos are shared equally between the people involved. All photos I take if you fuck Paula will be sent to you too and none will be used anywhere without your explicit permission.”

It was clear that David was interested, but he asked for time to think about it. He asked the couple not to start on the subject again. He would do that when and if he was ready. By the time Paula and Geoff left to go home, Paula was wet and ready to be fucked by a man half her age. He hugged her and kissed her on the mouth when they left. Paula could not help but ask herself: would he ever accept the offer Geoff had made him?

The next few times they saw him at the bar, David only had one or two drinks and then disappeared again. He even skipped one or two Fridays.
“He’s avoiding me… us,” Paula said to Geoff.
“Give him time. He has to process what we have told him. He’s interested.”
“I think he is if I see the way he still looks at me, but he’s avoiding a conversation with me.”
“Give him time.”

In the meantime, the life Paula and Geoff had built for themselves continued. They had an appointment with a man who was interested in joining them for sex. This took Paula’s mind away from David, which was a good thing as she had become a bit obsessed about him and noticed that it had influenced her writing in a bad way. She had problems concentrating. Once her thoughts were focused on this new man as well as David, she found her balance again and her productivity returned.

Then, one Friday afternoon, David entered the bar earlier than he normally did. Paula and Geoff were early too and only two other regulars were there already. Geoff stood on one side of the bar and Paula sat at the corner of the bar, just to Geoff’s right. David walked in and stood on Geoff’s left side, but then walked over, pulled out a stool from under the bar and positioned himself right next to Paula on the corner. This was the closest he came to her since he told her he wanted to fuck her. Paula enjoyed his closeness and as they talked, frequently touched his arm. The bar filled up and somehow the conversation moved to how long couple had been together.
“I have to start over,” David said and laughed.
“Start over?” Paula asked.
“Yep, she ended it yesterday.”
“No! Why?”
“I wish I knew. I was starting to develop feelings for her. We had a lovely time last weekend and yesterday she sent me a message that it’s over. No explanation, nothing. So, I have to start over again.”

To be continued… Half My Age (4)

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One thought on “Half My Age (3)

  1. I know this is really non-fiction, but at the end, the first thought I had was, “I hope he decides to start over with HER!” Yep, I’m hooked.

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