A younger [m]an (21) with a tongue ring teaches me (36) how good it [f]eels.

Shortly after I filed for divorce, my friends took me to a local bar to celebrate. I was 36, with toddlers at home and had not been out like this in a very long time.

I had on a fitted, low-cut, black t-shirt, jeans and cute sandals that made my typical 5’6 self, about 5’9. My drink was captain and diet and I was sailing. The bar was crowded and eventually I forgot that I was nervous. At one point this really attractive guy walked in. All the women in the bar were checking him out. Tall, dark hair, lean but muscular. “You should hook up with him,” my best friend said. “Yeah right” was all I could stammer out. He was the best looking guy there.

I hit the dance floor. I was having a good time. As the night died down and the crowd thinned my friend said to join her outside on the deck. “I talked to those guys, they’re gonna meet us out here,” she said, dragging me outside.
“What?! Who?!”
“You know, the wicked hot one and his friends, they’re soldiers”.
My nerves kicked back in. I had been with my husband for eleven years. I had no clue what I was doing.

The hot guy and his friends joined us on the deck. My friends flirted. I learned he was 21. Military police. And he had a tongue ring. “Peace out,” I thought to myself. I can’t handle that. So I was quiet. Which probably backfired because it made me seem mysterious or something. I went back to dancing. My friends stayed on the deck chatting up the soldiers.

At last call they bought us drinks. I joined everyone back on the deck. My friend managed to whisper to me that we were going to the Air Force Base to hang out with them. This only shocked me into sobriety. I was going to need more to drink.

At closing time, I was still quiet while logistics were discussed. I hopped into my best friend’s car and she followed the soldiers on to base and to the townhouse where one of them lived. For the entire ride I was panicking. I was way out of practice, had no clue how I would handle a hot guy 15 years younger than me, and was trying to calculate the last time I had been in such a situation. I met my husband right after another long term relationship so it had been a lot of years. My best friend told me to calm down and have fun. It was exciting to be back to our old adventures together, after all.

Once inside the guys made us feel at home. They made us drinks and we all hung out in the living room. The drinks helped me unwind. We talked and laughed. At one point, I went to the kitchen to get another drink. Hot soldier followed me. “I’ll make you whatever drink you want” he offered. Before I could answer he wrapped his arms around my waist, leaned in and starting kissing me. I knew I was in trouble now…he was a really good kisser. I wrapped my arms around his neck and reached up to him. Even in my heels he was several inches taller. He kissed me deeply but softly at first, then harder. We must have kissed for awhile because our friends started yelling things like, “what’s going on in there?!”

Eventually we came up for air and rejoined the card game. And I learned his name was Rob. Yes, not only was I 36 hooking up with a 21 year old, but I hadn’t caught his name until now.

The card game got going. Everyone was having fun and being a little competitive. Rob leaned over and kissed me again. I liked the way his tongue ring felt exploring my mouth.

I was no longer feeling nervous. I was having a good time. I noticed Rob had a bit of a southern accent. When he said “beer” it sounded like “bear”. We were all teasing him about it.

On his next turn in the game he lost. “Well fuck me,” he declared. “Okay,” I replied. “Really?” he asked, looking me in the eye. “Really,” I said staring back. Rob took me by the hand and led me upstairs. We ditched our friends as they reminded us to use a condom and to have fun. Apparently all my fears had dissolved into the night somewhere between the bar and the base.

Once upstairs Rob pulled me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. He kissed me. Hard. Having him on me like that instantly turned me on. He was being a little aggressive, but not rough. I liked it. I needed someone to show me what to do after all my years in captivity. He stopped to undress so I did the same. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he said as he leaned in between my legs and began licking. “Fuck that feels good” I told him as I learned what it felt like to have a tongue ring inside me. He licked me deep inside, swirling his tongue around and around. Bringing his tongue ring to my clit and flicking it until I moaned. Then sliding his tongue back into me, burying his face in my wetness.

When I came, he kept going. The second one came quicker, harder. It was longer too. My kitty was pulsating, getting wetter, while my legs shook and my back arched. Rob didn’t stop. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum again. Fuck you’re good”. After my 3rd orgasm he finally pulled away. He climbed over me and whispered that I tasted good. “You’re pussy is so sweet. Here taste it.” He leaned in and kissed me again, deeply. I tasted me on his tongue ring.

This was only the beginning. We fucked several times. Him on top, me on top. He fucked me from behind. I screamed his name. He was unbelievably good in bed. He fucked me so hard I hit my head on the wall and most likely got a concussion. We kept on going. At one point we fell off the bed and fucked on the floor.

He sucked on my neck, my tits. He raised my legs to his shoulders. He fucked me slowly. Hard and fast. I moaned. I screamed. I was so wet. His long, hard cock buried deep inside me. I came and came and came. Rob was young. He would come but quickly recover and we’d go at it again. Moaning. Screaming. Hair pulling. By the time it was over we were sweating.

Eventually we wore ourselves out. I don’t think I walked properly for days. When I got home, it was almost 5am. My soon to be ex-husband woke up and said, “are you okay”? “Yeah, I’m good,” I replied.

He got up and took the kids to daycare. I called in sick to work. Around noon I took a shower. When I got out I discovered about a dozen love bites all over my neck and chest. Holy shit. I called my best friend. She had a similar night with one of the other soldiers. She came over to see my hickeys. She literally pointed and laughed.

I was back in the saddle again!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hho9qr/a_younger_man_21_with_a_tongue_ring_teaches_me_36