What a sweet story! I wish you had revealed at least the age of your wife at the time. And you only implied a sexual flirtation which may have been more overt, so as not to be shocking to the older gentleman when what eventually occurred did occur. Very exciting, that spontaneous sexual chemistry. Really, who was seducing whom? The old guy's use of the slipping bath towel was brilliant. Was the sex bareback? Even better.
It wasn't that long ago when I was the younger man in this lifestyle. Now, time has flipped things, and my Age Gap fetish must shift focus to include much younger females. I confess that my youngest sex partner was only 19. That was way back when I was in my late thirties. These days, I get to be the "dirty old man," I suppose. While I've noticed the extreme beauty of the young girls today, with their elaborate tattoos, funky piercings and nose rings, and purple or green hair, I've never really cultivated any sexual desire for them, deeming it too improper, and too shamefully cliché of men from my generation. The very idea of a "Barely Legal" fetish still angers and disgusts me. Yet, with the seemingly sudden proliferation of seductive young ladies on sites like Tik Tok, Instagram, and Fet Life, flashing their anatomy with wild abandon, I've caught myself staring too long and lustfully at these comely college co-eds, and even the ones claiming to be fresh out of high school. I have to shake myself free of their teasing, tantalizing spell. It's so wrong! Case in point, there is a porn performer called Dolly Little who starred in a video I watched on Blacked dot com. Now, this young woman is verifiably in her twenties. I checked that right away. However, she has exploited the fact that she looks so much younger, building her career on this illusion, a fantasy for the extreme freaks. In the video, she seduces her French tutor, an adult black male possibly in his mid-thirties, and I had difficulty disbelieving what the producers were clearly suggesting, that she was under-aged. As much as I wanted to tear my eyes away, I admit to being mesmerized, and then powerfully aroused. Yikes! Yeah, she got me. It was only because of the fact that I knew how old she really was that I permitted myself to watch the rest of the video clip. But I won't deny that it was the combination of and her redheaded paleness, and her very girlish appearance that summoned my deep arousal.
I do not want to fuck teenagers or twenty year-olds. But, clearly, a part of me might yield to temptation. I allowed my curiosity to lead me over to peek in the forbidden well. Leaning too far over the edge, I've tumbled partway in, grasping at the rim of the stone wall. Where I know I should flee such an opportunity should it arise, I don't think that I would. In truth, I know that I wouldn't, based on my history.
I will relate yet another experience, this one from back in my late thirties, where a twenty-one year-old cutie kept following me around at a swinger party in the Hollywood area. I was acquainted with this girl's mom, though she and I had never gotten sexual. We did come close, however. That night, the girl had shockingly accompanied her mom, and although she was cute, with her pronounced overbite, I only flirted with her one time as we were being introduced, and never seriously. I was just trying to be charming, nothing more. It's my suspicion that the young one had cajoled her mom into bringing her along to the swing party that evening. Maybe Mom relented just to shut her up. Maybe she did it to satisfy the girl's naughty curiosity, and so she would at least know where the girl was while Mom got her own kinky groove on. And maybe, coming from a split household, the mom somehow sought to score points over her estranged spouse in the battle for their kid's affections. She wanted to be the "cool" Mom. I don't know. Bad parenting? Not for me to judge. And in all honesty, it's entirely possible that the mischievous young girl was really only eighteen, and she persuaded her mom to lie about her age in order to gain her admittance. The kid certainly showed zero interest in any of the alcoholic drinks available, which would have typically identified a brash twenty-one year-old, strutting her fully legal status. Of course, I offer no conclusive evidence, just a hunch. In any case, I went about my business, wandering the premises in hopes of finding more suitable and interesting adventure. Still, the little cutie followed me around the house most of the night, rebuffing advances from other horny single men, and catching up to me whenever I would shake her once her head was turned. I worked to find distractions for her outside by the pool, slipping back inside the house on my own. But only minutes later, she was right there with me again. So, what ultimately happened? Well... Yes, as the evening grew late, I finally gave in to her persistence. I admit that her unwavering attention was flattering, rather than annoying. I believe that if I had met someone to play with, some woman closer to my age, this girl would simply have watched us fuck if she could, perhaps hoping I would take her next. Anyway... We found a private room on the opposite side of the darkened house from where her mom was indeed playing, and I was pleased to discover this girl's very bushy young pussy. I mean, it was a black, luxuriant mound, like something found on the models posing in classic 1970s Penthouse magazines, or in one of my old art anatomy books. That was the only thing that made her appear to be a full-grown woman, those very furry genitals. All at once, she was more than cute. She was beautiful. Her pubic hair added an arousing primal contrast to her girlishness. And that's when I fully committed to fucking her. I needed to grind my junk all over that wild bush. I wanted the musk of my balls to mingle with the musk of her hairy snatch. She was a bit noisy in her orgasms, and she needed some training up in the passionate kissing arena. She also could have used braces for that overbite. Still, I remember how much I reveled in fucking her without a condom, pushing my bare erection through that dark, tangled forest growing between her legs was utter bliss. She never asked me to put on a condom, so that gave me the impression that she wanted me to raw-fuck her young, naughty twat. I held her down in Missionary to better exert my dominance over such a young white girl, so eager for an older black man's dick. Maybe I was her conquest as much as she was mine. The moment of truth that arrived as I mounted her plays out in slow motion as I look back upon it in my memory. The tingling anticipation... my dick dangling as I maneuvered into position over her... the gap in our ages making me old enough to be her Dad... seeing her open her legs to me without reservation... The moment of truth was, yeah, I was gonna fuck this little girl, lying about being twenty-one, little interest in boys her own age. I remember deliberately ejaculating so massively inside her hairy vagina. I loved feeling the coarse friction of her pubes scratching at the shaft of my penis on every thrust. I enjoyed her sweaty fragrance as I went down on her during foreplay. And I confess that the irresponsible pervert in me, already awakened by this Age-Gap sex, thrilled to the risk of getting her pregnant. Indeed, she was surprised that I came inside her instead of quickly pulling out, never asking if that was all right with her. I'm sure that they drove home with my sperm still swimming around inside Mama's little girl, some of it seeping out to stain her panties. I have no idea whether or not she told any of this to her mom. I never saw either of them again.
Today, that irresponsible pervert has returned in my old age, and I like the prospect of intentionally getting some other much younger white girl pregnant.
But breeding is different fetish topic!