My first experience with an older (and married) woman occurred years ago when I was 18. At 6’1”, with a fit build, blue eyes and a large cock, I had always been confident in my sexual attractiveness. But I never could have imagined the intense pleasure that awaited me on that hot summer day.

In exchange for doing some yard work, I was allowed to use the neighbors pool whenever I wanted. On this day, I had nothing planned to do and headed over to the neighbors pool. As I lounged in the sun, enjoying the warmth on my skin, Mrs. S, a stunning blonde in her mid-40s, appeared by the pool with a tray of lemonade. She was wearing a white bikini that accentuated her curves, and she seemed to be admiring me from afar. I couldn’t help but notice how her eyes locked on the bulge in my swimsuit.

“You look like you could use some company,” she said, walking over to me. “Mind if I join you?”

I smiled and moved over to make room for her. She poured us each a glass of lemonade and then sat down next to me, I felt a spark of attraction that I couldn’t ignore. We chatted for a while, getting to know each other better. She was witty, intelligent and very flirty. I found myself drawn to her confident energy, not to mention her curvy sexy body. Her long brown hair and an incredibly sexy smile, made me feel weak in the knees.

After a while, Mrs. S stood up. “Let’s take this party to the pool,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. Without hesitation, I followed her into the water.

We swam for a bit, enjoying the coolness of the water against our heated skin. Eventually, we made our way back to the shallow end of the pool, where we sat facing each other. Our legs touched, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me.

Mrs. S leaned in closer, her lips mere inches from mine. “I’ve been wanting this since the moment I first saw you,” she whispered, her voice low and husky.

Before I could respond, she pressed her lips to mine, and I lost myself in the kiss. Her tongue traced the contours of my mouth, and I felt my body responding to hers. I reached out and cupped her ass, pulling her closer to me.

She broke the kiss and looked at me with a mischievous grin, and pulled off her bikini top. I instinctively reached out and took her large soft breasts in my hands.

Her nipples were hard and erect, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to squeeze them gently. As I did so, she let out a soft moan of pleasure, which only fueled my desire further.

She continued to stroke me, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing up my cock and through my body. I moaned involuntarily, as she held my cock in her hand and stroked it.

Mrs. S wasn’t done yet. She motioned me to the edge of the pool, and took my cock into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet as she took my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my shaft before taking me deep into her throat. I felt a surge of pleasure as she started to bob her head up and down, her hand still gently massaging my balls.

I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the sensations, feeling my orgasm building with each passing second. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I was going to explode.

Mrs. S must have sensed this too, because she increased her pace, suctioning hard on my cock as she brought me closer to the edge.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I released my load into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every last drop, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt my cock pulsing with pleasure.

We fucked several times that day. I saw Mrs. S regularly over the next few weeks.