She Wants an Older Man for Her Birthday (Patreon)

You and your beautiful wife were in Las Vegas for her 22nd birthday. It was just after midnight and you were in a lounge enjoying a bit of kissing and fondling in a dark corner while riding the buzz of a few too many drinks.

That’s when he showed up. “May I buy you a drink to celebrate your birthday?” he asked your wife. He looked to be in his early 40s, though remarkably fit and clearly successful based on his finely tailored clothes.

You were both drunk enough to say yes immediately. Why not? You were in Vegas! He asked what you were drinking and disappeared for a few minutes before coming back and sliding into the booth next to your wife.

“So, what are we celebrating?” he asked.

“It’s my 22nd birthday,” your wife said cheerfully as she raised her glass.

You all took long sips from the strong drinks he’d brought over. Then you asked, “So, I hate to be rude, but do you mind if I ask why you bought us these drinks?”

“Of course not,” he said. “If you’ll pardon my honesty, I was watching you two fool around and I thought I’d live boldly, seeing as how I’m in Vegas.”

“Are you going to suggest we have a threesome?” your wife boldly asked.

He threw his head back and laughed. “Not quite,” he said. “I was going to say that I’m quite certain your husband has never fucked you in the way a woman like you deserves to be fucked and I was going to offer my services. I was going to offer to the two of you to my suite to teach him how to fuck his wife.”

“Well, you’re quite the confident one, aren’t you,” your wife said. “How do I know you’d really fuck me better than my husband?”

“There’s really only one way to find out, though the fact that neither of you has kicked me out of the booth suggests that I might be onto something,” he said.

Your wife looked at you. You could tell she was interested. She actually wanted to go to his room.

“Fuck it,” you said. “Let’s do it.”

That’s how you ended up sitting across from your beautiful 22 year old wife as a 40-something man fucked her better than you ever have.

They didn’t go right to the sex, of course. He had you sit and watch as he delicately undressed her and expertly moved his hands over her body, seemingly hitting every erogenous zone along the way. She was already soaking wet by the time he pulled off her panties.

“Are you turned on, my dear?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Please, fuck me.” She was already begging for it.

He smiled and pushed two fingers into her pussy. You could hear the wetness. He turned to you and said, “Do you hear that? Do you hear how wet your wife’s pussy is? Does she ever get that wet for you?”

“I don’t think so,” you answered.

“Do you?” he asked your wife.

“No, I don’t get this wet for him. I don’t,” she said.

He kissed her while his fingers continued to explore her pussy. Your wife moaned into his mouth as he expertly played with her body and brought her to the brink of orgasm before ceasing the digital stimulation.

“Take my pants off,” he said to your wife.

She dropped to her knees without prompting and unbuckled his belt. She worked with a kind of urgency you’d rarely seen. She desperately wanted to free his cock.

He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside as she pulled down his pants. His cock came into view and her eyes went wide. He dwarfed your size. It was the biggest she’d ever seen.

He looked down at her and she took him into her mouth without prompting. You watched as your wife offered a man twice her age a slow, sensual blowjob. She rarely broke eye contact. She looked up at him while sucking his dick like she’d never sucked yours.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said to your 22 year old wife. She jumped to her feet and moved to her stomach at his direction.

He moved behind her and pushed his cock into her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned lustily. “Does that feel good?” he asked. “Does my cock feel good inside you?”

“Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock!” she moaned.

He did just as she begged. He fucked her from behind, thrusting deep into your wife’s wet pussy while she pushed back on him. She moaned for him. She begged for it deeper and harder. He gave her everything she needed.

“Does it feel better than when he fucks you?” he asked.

“Yes!” she said without hesitation. She was cock drunk at that point. She had no filter.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled until she was looking right at you. “Tell him,” he ordered.

“He fucks me so much better than you do,” your wife said as the older man continued to pound her pussy. “Oh fuck! He feels so fucking good inside me!”

Her first orgasm arrived moments later. She screamed loud enough that people in the rooms next door almost certainly heard her.

It wasn’t the first orgasm he’d give her that night. She had several more before he finally came inside her.

As you were leaving he said, “How long are you in Vegas?”

“Two more days,” she said.

“Here, take my number. Call me if you want more,” he said.

Your wife kissed him eagerly and said, “I will.”

You knew she would. He was right. He fucked her better than you ever had. You couldn’t expect her to enjoy that just once.