When I married my husband, we were still living in China. I was a young girl and didn’t know anything, so when my parents had me marry this boy they found for me, I didn’t protest. “I hope he’s cute”, I thought as we met for our first date. Our first date was also the rehearsal dinner for our wedding two days later. I was only 17 at the time, but my husband, a young man who had just turned 24, was so handsome and romantic with me that day. I fell in love right away and was the happiest girl in China when he took my virginity that night after our wedding. My husband, a hard working young man, was a high ranking executive at his father’s company after he graduated business school. When the company opened a branch in America, my husband was sent to run it, which meant taking me with him to live in California.
I was so excited, I had heard so much about San Francisco. I mean, I doubted anything could compare to Guangzhou, or even Hong Kong, but it would be fun no matter what. The first few months was filled with fun as we settled into our new home, and new country. But the following years got really difficult for us. Moving to a new country at only 19 was harder than I thought. My husband thought I just needed a distraction, so he enrolled me in an American college. Two years in I got pregnant with our first baby, and three years later we had a second. I’ll tell you, being a pregnant mother and a first generation immigrant in college in your new country was a distraction, but didn’t make life any easier.
Thankfully we made it through, and now 20 years later we’re both happy and healthy here in America. The problem I face now is my husband’s decreasing attention to me. As a young man, no matter how busy, he always fucked me. We had sex 4 to 5 times per week in our 20’s, but now that I’m 45 and he’s 52, he spends all his time at work and fucks me maybe one every other week, if that. Our children are all grown up now and in college themselves, and my husband willingly works 14+ hour days 6 days a week to afford our “lifestyle”. The problem, that “lifestyle” has me living alone for most of the day every day. Sure I’ve made friends since we moved here but I need my husband.
Well, a few months ago, a new family moved in across the street. An adorable white family, a gorgeous brunette wife with a handsome husband. They have the most adorable children, an older boy and two sweet little girls. The mom and dad are often busy, but I love watching their sweet little girls while they’re away. Watching them play in the yard brings joy to my heart, but I’ve noticed something with their son. The young teen boy never misses an opportunity to be near me in some way. He sits with me as we watch his sisters play in my front yard. He helps me carry in my groceries, he does so much. He’s so sweet and handsome, if I was a teen girl, I’d be falling all over a boy like him, even if he’s white and I’m Chinese. So, I told my husband in bed one night that I think the new neighbor’s son has a crush on me, and my husband laughed. Not chuckled, or said it was funny, but laughed. Like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“What’s so funny, dear?” I asked, confused.
“Why would a young man want such an old woman like you? He could have any teenage girl he wants…” my husband said hysterically. I don’t think he meant to offend, at least I hope, but the idea that no other man would want me cause I’m “old” really upset me. Did my husband think I’m old and ugly and that’s why he spends so much time at work, or barely fucks me? I couldn’t stop thinking these thoughts as I spent day after day, week after week, by myself at home. With the sexual neglect I had felt since our children left, I picked up a nasty habit of watching porn to get myself off most days. But after this whole debacle, my porn changed to young white boys, with older Asian women like me. Day after day, scene after scene, orgasm after orgasm. I built up a connection in my brain that young white boys bring me pleasure.
But how could I ever act on my feelings, my neighbor’s son was only 16? Well, my husband was called back for a weekend business meeting back in China, and I was recovering from a recent cold and didn’t feel like traveling. So we saved money and I stayed home. On the way home from taking my husband to the airport, I went grocery shopping, and right on cue, my neighbor boy was waiting to help me carry them inside. It was noon on a Thursday, the middle of summer. Him and his little sisters were home alone from school with mom and dad at work. With just me home alone, I was shaking with nerves as this boy helped me in my home. Could I really do it? Should I really do it?
“Lovely day out Mrs. Wu. You doing anything fun this weekend?” he asked.
“Me? Oh, probably just staying in, reading my book.” I replied. Even after 26 years living in America, I still had an accent.
“Well, my parents are leaving for a weekend trip, so it’s just my sister’s and I. They’ll probably ask if you can keep an eye on us, but don’t worry, I can handle things.” he said, trying to flirt with me.
“Oh, Jason. You guys are always welcome over here if you want.” I replied, standing closer to him now, “I really enjoy your company…” I finished, rubbing my hand over his as he set a bag down. He couldn’t come up with a coherent reply, stammering over his words awkwardly, but the growing bulge in his pants told me everything I needed to know. After my husband’s words, and years of needing pills to get him hard for me, the confidence boost I got just from seeing Jason’s hard cock in his pants, from nothing more than a hand touch, was exhilarating.
“Mrs… Mrs. Wu– I really… I really enjoy being with you– I mean, coming over here, too…” he nervously muttered.
“What’s wrong, Jason? You sound nervous… Have you never been alone with a girl like this..?” I asked as I took that same hand and pulled him close to me, looking him eye to eye now.
“N- No.. not like… not like this.” he stammered as he looked at my boobs and quickly back up to my eyes.
“Jason, did you just check me out? You naughty, naughty boy…” I said, putting my right arm around his waist, with my left hand still handing that contact with his hand.
“What– No… I swear–” he muttered before I put a finger on his lips.
“It’s ok, baby. Girls like it when a boy looks at their boobs…” I told him followed by a kiss. Then another, then we started making out, right there in my kitchen. He took control rather quick, I wanted him to anyway, and pinned me back against the countertop. His hands wandered where his eyes did previously, and fondled my soft perky, busty boobs. God they felt good, my nipples sending jolts through my body as I finally felt alive again. My husband stuck on a plane somewhere over the ocean as I’m here making love to our neighbor’s son. As we kissed, perhaps aggressively so, I slunk down between his waist and the back board of my countertop island, and unbuckled the belt he had on.
When his young, hard, white cock sprung free of his pants and smacked me right in the face, I laughed, but was so delighted that before he could think I was laughing at his cock’s size, I started sucking him off. The porn I had been watching had become aggressive and in a moment like this, if it were a video Jason would be fucking my face hard against the backboard. Instead I was grabbing his ass with both hands and sucking the soul from his body.
“Oh my God, Mrs. Wu!” he grunted.
“Ssh… don’t speak, just enjoy…” I told him as I sucked his hard young cock. Several of my Asian girl friends had told me about white men, many of their daughters were either half white, or were going to be having white children soon. It seemed almost a right of passage for Chinese immigrants to bag a white man in America, and from what I hear and see, white men seem just as enamored by us as we do about them. I had heard so many stories of how white men taste different, how they fuck different, how they are more romantic. I had never tried for myself till now. But those stories are true, this young boy’s cock was harder, longer, and tasted so much better than my husband. Another common story I heard, white men cum a lot. Well, when I felt the familiar feeling of a cock twitching in my mouth, I knew he was about to bust. I stuck two fingers up his ass, massaging his prostate and held his cock deep in my mouth.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST MRS. WU!” he shouted as he drained himself down my throat. As I milked his prostate into my mouth, the young boy was literally pissing a stream of cum in my mouth. I thought after busting a nut like that, the stories were true, but that was that. I sucked my neighbor’s teen cock, and we’d just have to live with it. But something incredible happened after he finished cumming. The hyper-sensitive tip of his cock stayed in my mouth as a tease and to ensure I swallowed every drop. Well, I didn’t know that horny teenage white boys can be ready to fuck again in seconds. My husband is a one nut and he’s out kinda guy, but Jason here never went limp in my mouth after cumming. He stayed hard for me, and I knew right then that a blowjob isn’t enough to satisfy a white man.
“Jason… I want to fuck you…” I said looking up with my innocent puppy eyes with my mouth full of his cum.
I stood up and took my top off, revealing my busty Chinese tits to the boy who clearly had never seen a real woman naked before. If I was going to be his first time for everything, I may as well go all out. I took my skirt off and laid bare my body to this young boy. He’s the first person beside my husband to see my pussy since my last baby was born. Jason was taller than me, most people were. I stand about 5’1″, but he is 5’10” and still has some years left to grow. But I not worried about that growth, I’m watching for the growth of his hard white cock. I was sucking what had to be 5 inches or more, but looking at it now, it was well over 6 inches. I grabbed his hand again and walked over to the living room couch. I pushed him down, his naked ass sitting in my husband’s spot, as I got up straddling his hips. The musk of his body was so much more intense than I had ever smelled, and it was driving me crazy. It was quickly going from horny fantasy to “breed my pussy” very quick.
His cock penetrated my pussy at 12:38, I was now officially cheating, if I hadn’t been already. The grunting intense pleasure he felt from me sucking his cock was now hard moaning lust as I rode his cock in my living room. He wasn’t fucking me, I was fucking him. Grinding and bouncing hard like a fucking slut as I lost my mind cumming again and again. I had at least two orgasm that I gave myself on his cock, which is two more than my husband had given me all year. “Why would a teenage boy want an old woman like you?” he asked, but the real question should be, “Why would I fuck you when I have a hard young white boy next door?”
“Is this what you imagined when you watch porn at home, Jason?” I asked as I bounced on his cock, my tits in his face.
“Fuck, Mrs. Wu, it’s so much better!” he said squeezing my bouncing ass with both hands tightly.
“I think it’s time you call me, Lily…” I said.
“Oh God… I fucking love your pussy… Lily!” he moaned. What’s not to love, right? It’s tight, wet, warm, and aching to be fucked by big white cock. This may not be the extravagant, multiple positions all throughout the house kind of sex I had been fingering myself to for months, but it felt a million times better. At 1:17 pm, Jason exploded inside my pussy. My husband, stuck on a plane over the Pacific, was unaware his wife was cheating on him after only a couple hours. Or that her pussy was being filled with the cum of a boy that is 29 years younger than me, and 36 years younger than him. Honestly, I didn’t want to cheat. I want to be loyal to my husband, but his arrogance in assuming he doesn’t need to put in work in our relationship, and that I’ll just be happy without sex, lead me onto the cock of our neighbor’s son, who had a burning desire to fuck me. After the passion I felt on this young boy’s cock, this affair won’t end anytime soon. Not if he can keep giving me loads like this. The best part is my pussy is too old for babies, so he can fuck me raw and I won’t get pregnant.
I know I’ll never divorce my husband, or be anything more than a fuck buddy to Jason, but that just makes our new relationship easier. We need sex, so he comes over and fucks me. Easy. A dynamic that continued everyday my husband was away, and stayed in place long after he returned…
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