Always Had A Taste For The Forbidden

I'm aware I was a very liberal woman for my generation. I was always very curious about sex and very open-minded about it. I had a crush on an older cousin when I was 15, so I just let go when, during a family reunion, I had my first taste of alcohol and, after he played along with my drunken flirting, we actually made out and he took my virginity. I now know that wasn't exactly ok, especially speaking about the older part of the equation. But we kept our fooling around going on for quite some time, on and off, until well into my 20s. I had sex with other men as I got older, too, but he was my main partner for much of my youth and I enjoyed him very much. He later got engaged to someone he met while traveling, moved abroad with her and we grew apart. He died in an accident a few years after that.
I myself got married in my 30s to an older man. We didn't want children, and while we loved each other, he clearly wanted a younger, good-looking, sex-loving wife. We did have good sex, but little by little I discovered I always craved something a little more... taboo. It started when I noticed I felt good, even aroused, when other men –younger or older– looked at me or even flirted with me. One thing led to another and that's how we got into swinging. Or rather, I got into swinging. My husband loved me enough to indulge me, but he wasn't thrilled about the idea of me making love with other men (even if that meant he had my consent for having sex with the younger women he started to pay more attention to when I aged into my 40s).
Our relationship wasn't always passionate, but it was caring and understanding enough to last until his death, when I was 48. I didn't remarry, but I did make it a point to take care of myself to keep on dating other men and enjoying life. However, no matter how attractive you are, the taboo around us older women kinda leaves us stuck with dating on the older side, which tends to be either too conservative for my cravings, or too... disfunctional to perform them.
Which is why my current relationship, as forbidden as it is in nature, made so much sense to me. A couple of years ago, a much younger man came back to my country after living all his life abroad. He was 34 then, recently divorced, on a new job, looking for a connection. There was an instant attraction, but the reason he reached out directly to me, is because he's my nephew, my late sister's son, who built her entire life abroad after going away for college. She had some disagreements with the family all her life, so she distanced herself as soon as she could. I had only met him as a child a couple of times. It didn't take much for us to give in to our attraction. It turned out he was as open-minded as I am. The reason behind his divorce was that he, too had similar cravings: him and his exwife were swingers, but she wasn't as comfortable with that lifestyle as he was. She also didn't like that she leaned towards older, more experienced women that she was. And here I was, desiring a younger, potent lover. The taboo nature of our relationship only added to our arousal.
And he's devoted to me, makes love to me either as a goddess or a whore. He adores my silver-dyed hair and my mature body, as fit as can be for a woman in her 60s, with the natural sagginess that age has brought to my thighs and my large breasts. He loves to cum inside me (and moan into my ear how much my body makes him cum), but he also get off on seeing other young women desire me so much. He has opened my mind and body to new pleasures, like being made love by two men at the same time, or sharing him with other women. Never too late in life to taste life's deepest, more forbidden pleasures, I guess.