Husband Colin came home the week-end after I had enjoyed the sexy evening with Frank and Paul. We did what we always did; I was dying for Colin to let me ride him the way Paul had, but felt he might smell a rat if I started to get too adventurous..... I waved him off back to Bremerhaven on the Tuesday morning, and went to work as normal, knowing that my Line-dancing club would meet on Wednesday. Frank, the older guy, was sporting a redd-ish nose - 'touch of the flu' Ann, bit hors de combat..!' so he apologised for not even giving me a peck on the cheek. We chatted for a while, during which time he told me how much he and Paul had enjoyed our impromptu three-sum, and hoped I did'nt feel taken advantage of. 'No, Frank, it was a great time for me....I suppose you both want an action replay!' 'Well, not just yet, Ann my beauty..Paul has gone back to Ireland for a few days, and I'm out with this rotten cold.' I was part relieved, part disappointed: The sheer pleasure of having both of them fuck me so beautifully still lingered....Frank sensed my feelings: 'But I tell you what, little Miss Gorgeous...I have my nephew Robert - or Rob as he likes to be known - staying with me at the moment. He's just eighteen and very shy....it would do him the power of good to have a mature woman to give him a little education! For a few seconds I was shocked. 'Eighteen? - he'll know more than me, Frank!' He smiled: 'Well, as I said, is is rather shy, not a lot of experience with the ladies, but a good-looking lad....you might enjoy him!' 'Mmm...I need to think about that, Frank....' So I did. For about twenty minutes, during which time the thought of a young buck making love to me became irresistable. Over a last drink, we finalised the details: Rob would come round when I got in from work at about four the next day...... The day passd slowly: What was Rob like? Ok, Frank had painted a glowing picture, but we girls have our own criteria. Colin kept passing his shadow over it, too...could Rob keep his mouth shut, or was it all over the College the next day? So, guilty and unsure I went home. Barely indoors and Rob arrived. Tallish, thin, with a smiley face. I liked him. 'Come in, Rob, make yourself at home'. I settled him on the sofa with a lager: I had practised my chat-line well beforehand: 'I'm really looking forward to having fun with a great young guy like you, Rob....do you mind playing with an older lady?' His reply was spot-on: 'Uncle Frank said you were the best, nicest woman he'd met in ages....I just need someone who does'nt expect too much...' 'Ok, Rob....we're both overdressed...how about you get me naked...right now!' And he did...not too well rehearsed, and a bit fumbly, but within two minutes I was very naked....his eyes fixed on my fairly ample tits, I invited him to play with them. I could see the shape of his cock really hard through his jeans, so slowly pulled off his tee-shirt before unbuttoning his jeans, sliding the zip over his manhood, then reaching into his pants for that first touch. Oh dear.....too much, too soon...as I grasped the head of his rigid cock it shot several spurts of milky-white cum over my hands and arm: He convulsed several times, more and more spunk squirting from the eye in his helmet. He was almost in tears...'I'm sorry, I just could'nt hold it' he gasped, as the last of his juice ebbed from his still-hard cock. I kissed him passionately on the lips....'Plenty of time for more, Rob....let's go upstairs'. So we did. I peeled back the duvet. We laid beside each other caressing the naughty bits: His lovely cock was about six to seven inches, lots of foreskin, not too thick, and supported by some very hairy balls whick stiffened up when I stroked them. He had a lovely body; not tanned, but smooth and hairless - his next erection saw his manhood pointing to the ceiling, the skin now right back along the shaft to expose the pointed pink head. What was I waiting for? I was soon sucking his cock, licking his balls, and even fingering his arse-hole, something I had never done before: It all felt so good, and when he finally took some initiative and put two fingers in my fanny I could feel my juices rising...I pulled him into a 69....his length right into my throat, and his tongue finally locating my clit...heaven!! Then I felt him stiffen......sure enough, he came again, shooting goodness-knows how much seed into my mouth before pulling out and leaving the rest on my chin. But he had found my spot: Just a few seconds later I came, his tongue still dutifully working my wet cunt. We subsided; I swallowed all his juice, then leant over and sucked his softening cock. I was getting very naughty....'You've cum twice, but have'nt fucked me yet!' I whispered. No worries, it seems: A fit 18-year old has powers of recuperation I can only dream about, and barely half-an-hour later I was pulling his fully-erect condom-clad tool inside me. I was ready for it, so was he....after a frantic and very noisy five minutes of hard fucking he came, and only stopped when his todger finally slipped out of my very wet vagina. The damp patch on the bedsheet said it all! I took off the condom while he lay on his back getting his breath back; still a good load....this guy is going to make some gal a good lover, I thought. I watched him dress with a tinge of regret....a young, virile body I could have eaten........He thanked me as he left....'That was really cool, Ann...thanks!' 'Mmmm...cool for me, too, Rob...but not a word, eh?' Well, Frank tells me he's gone back to Nottingham, but was glowing after his experience with me. Guilt? You bet, but it may wear off a bit before Colin comes back in three weeks time. Frank, Paul? You never know, I get a funny feeling between my legs when I think about them..........