My name is Sarah and I'm a 49 year old married slut. I wasn't always like this. About five years ago is when it all began. I was outside gardening on a pleasant warm day. I was wearing cutoffs and a halter top with a wide brimmed hat. I was sort of daydreaming as I was weeding one of my gardens. I had stopped and was just looking around when a flash of light caught my eye. It had come from the next door neighbor's upstairs window. I looked closer but didn't see anything. The sun was shining into the window and I could plainly see a closet door. I didn't think anything of up but a few minutes later I just glanced up there and saw our neighbor's 18 year old son looking at me. He quickly disappeared. I chuckled to myself and kept working. But I kept thinking that he was watching me. I was able to look up at the window without him knowing it because my sun hat had a green sun visor on it and if I looked through that he couldn't see that I was looking at him. I realized that the flash I saw must have been the sun reflecting off the binoculars he was using to spy on me. I then also realized that I had been bending over facing him and he was probably zooming in at my 38c boobs. I chuckled to myself again. I wasn't mad because I know how horny young guys are and he was probably getting a cheap thrill from drooling over my cleavage. The more I thought about it the more I imagined him stroking his dick while watching me. It gave me a little tingle thinking about him playing with himself because of my boobs. All sorts of thoughts were running through my head. I was really enjoying the attention I was getting. Tim, my husband, had been neglecting me for business reasons and this sudden attention from this young guy was getting to be very enjoyable. I looked up again and he was gone. I kept looking up and didn't see him. I was really disappointed. He probably finished and was done. About ten minutes alter I looked up and he was back. An electric shock of excitement surged through me. I didn't want him to go away again, so I decided to give him a little more of a show. I was on my knees and I sat back on my butt and removed my hat. I wiped my forehead with the back of may hand and arched my back and stuck my boobs out. I was stretching my arms above my head then then began to rub my hands over my chest just above my boobs. I started to scratch myself between my boobs as if I had an itch. I then looked around to see if anyone was looking and quickly unsnapped the back of my top and slipped it down and began to scratch myself. I then started to rub my boobs and tweak my nipples. After a few minutes I put my top back on and my hat and peeked up. He was gone. I didn't see him the rest of the day, but it gave me plenty of ideas about how I could give young Eric a show. I knew I could sun bathe and be able to tease him. Unfortunately our back yard is not private enough for me to be topless. In fact, I was taking a big risk just having my boobs exposed for the few minutes I did. I couldn't believe how excited I had been knowing Eric was glaring at me. I went inside and stripped down and masturbated myself to a great orgasm in minutes. About a week later I had a plan. I went to Eric's house and asked him if he could help me move a large rock from out garden. I was not wearing anything too revealing since there a re still a few neighbor's home during the day and if any of them would have seen me knocking on Eric's door dressed like a little slut, the news would have spread. Eric helped me move the rock and I told him to come into the house and I'd get him some water. As he was sitting at my kitchen table, I began to scratch again between my boobs. "I'm sorry, Eric. Don't be embarrassed, but I just HAVE to take care of this." With that I took off my t shirt, removed my bra and began to scratch between my boobs. Eric's eyes widened and his mouth opened. I walked over to Eric and said, "Would you like to touch them, Eric?" Without a word he reached up and roughly mauled my boobs with both hands. This was all I was planning on doing. Eric, I found out, had other ideas. He stood up and buried his face into my chest and began to hungrily nibble on my nipples. I was holding his head and telling him to back off and stop and not be so rough, but it didn't phase him. "Wait, Eric. Wait!" I kept saying. His mouth was on my right nipple which is the most sensitive and he began to suck and slowly and gently nibble. I began to tingle. Now I thought that if he kept doing this I would rip his clothes off and screw him right there. I struggled with the thoughts of should I or shouldn't I. Eric was reaching around and squeezing my ass. I had to stop this because I just felt it would be wrong to screw him so I decided on the next best thing. "Eric," "I said," Take your shorts off. This got him to stop and he quickly yanked down his shorts revealing a very nice and very hard dick. "If I do this," I said, "We have to stop here and never do anything like this again, OK?" Eric nodded his head. I got on my knees and started to lick his dick. He wasn't huge, maybe about seven and a half inches, but damn, he was HARD!! I was sucking his balls and stroking his cock with my right hand and toying with my pussy with my left. All thought of this being wrong left my head as I concentrated on his young manhood. Eric reached down and began to pinch my right nipple which sent me over the edge. I moaned loudly over his dick and that must have set him off because his dick twitched and I felt a shot of his come gush into my throat. I stroked his dick and another round entered my mouth. I sucked and licked him clean. "Thank you Mrs. B" he said. "OK Eric, but we can't do this again. If my husband finds out I'm going to be in a lot of trouble." "Can't we do it again tomorrow, Mrs. B? Can't we fuck? I want to fuck you. You're so hot." I talked Eric out of it, at least for a short time. You see, that incident set off a whole set of different feelings for me. I have now become very hungry for dick. I did have another encounter with Eric which I can relate in another story. In the five years since then, I've had a number of fuck sessions with different men. Thank God hubby travels a lot. I'll write about them in a few days.