Cougar Diaries: In the Game. Maria and Her Boys. Jilted wife relives her youth. by mjar65 . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is about an older woman, a woman in her middle forties, who has sex with different men. Mostly she has sex with men who are younger than her – much younger. This story is about me – Maria. I am happy and fulfilled and satisfied. I am loving life more than I have done for years. And I am making sure it stays that way. Although I have sex with different men, you might want to know that most men I choose for my bed are in their early twenties. They are “barely men”, in their youth and ripe for the picking. You might wonder why I do this. The simple truth is that for an “older woman” there is nothing to match the feeling and the sight of a young man between her legs. Having a much younger man makes me feel youthful as well. These are the type of boys who first introduced me to sex, who took my virginity and taught me the pleasures of the flesh. I have never forgotten those years and those wonderful experiences as I first explored the world of sex. For so long I dreamt of those times and those experiences and wished I could revisit my youth. Now I get that chance on a regular basis and it is simply wonderful. Guys that age, the age I like to choose them, are always so eager to please, to do a good job for me. Their bodies are always hard and taut and I can feel their desire for me through their skin. They are so sweet the way they get nervous the first time they touch me and kiss me and fuck me. Sometimes its like I cannot get enough of them. A young man’s penis is guaranteed to bring me pleasure. Older guys might be more experienced but they do not throb and explode like my younger ones. Boys at that age are so virile. Their cocks are things of wonder, the way they swell and pulsate. In my hand and in my mouth and especially in my vagina. Their cocks feel as if they are alive all on their own. When I have a young guy, a boy old enough to be my son, on top of me or entering me from behind, his cock always feels harder and closer to bursting than any man my own age ever could. I get fascinated with their balls. I crave to fondle those hard, little eggs, to cup them in my hand and stroke them with my fingers. I delight in their big loads of semen. I like to imagine how virile are my young lovers, their balls holding so much powerful “baby making stuff”. Younger guys produce impressive amounts of semen, even when cumming the second or third time. There is no better feeling for a woman “my age” than to make it shoot from a young cock. The way it gushes, into my mouth or my vagina, and fills me up always gives me a powerful feeling of validation. No so long ago, I had a “normal” life – married and happy. I had only slept with three boyfriends before I met my husband. I would say I was inexperienced sexually and somewhat lacking in confidence. We got married and had a beautiful daughter. He forged a successful career and I started my own business. It made sense to describe myself as happy. Somehow, I knew the sex was not all it could be. Yes, I was inexperienced but I always felt that our sex life could be more exciting – more satisfying. But my husband never seemed to mind. Even when, a few years ago, I tried to spice things up with lingerie and mention of different positions, nothing changed. I tried not to think about it too much because I felt in love and loved in return. As a result, I never really worried he would chase his pleasure elsewhere. So it was a shock a couple of years ago to realise he had his eye on a younger woman. At first, I was crushed. Then I took action. I changed my eating habits to lose some weight. I started going to the gym and did thousands of squats to improve my butt. Then I even went overseas to have my breasts “fixed”. Mostly I wanted to correct the effects of gravity but I went a little bigger as well – between a ‘B’ and a 'C’-cup. Our sex life stayed the same a