KINKY COUGARS

February 2012

In this Issue:

• His girlfriend makes him an offer he can’t refuse—another girl
• His wife likes to pose for pictures, especially with a stranger around
• Her boyfriend had a big surprise for her, and so did his uncle
• With her husband away, she finds solace with two lusty farm boys
• She’d had the guys one by one, but now they were all together
• They did it five years ago, and she was ready to do it again
• They had a torrid romance in the back seat of her minivan
• Who was it in bed with her? Was it that young man from last night?
• She thought a nice massage might help her relax. Did it ever!
• He took her diaphragm to keep her faithful, but it just didn’t work
• It Seems Even Bigger!
• His wife finds him in her underwear. Does she freak out? Nope
• Broken Promise
• The House Sitter
• She’d never told her best friend how that first kiss affected her
• Lust-crazed, she didn’t know if she was taking charge or giving in
• Her father’s friend becomes the horny daughter’s secret lover
• At the seminar the hot hometown babe showed her the ropes
• After two-timing her husband, she turns to the two-timer’s brother
• He would never give his heart again, but his cock was another story
• On one trip she enjoys both a newbie and an oldie but goodie
• You never know which direction opportunity may strike from
• HER FRIEND CAME TO STAY WITH HER, AND THE BOYS FOLLOWED
• KINKY COUGARS
• SHE MAY HAVE BEEN A WIDOW, BUT THERE WAS LIFE IN HER YET
• ONE WAS NASTY, ONE WAS NICE, AND BOTH WERE SEXY AS HELL
• HIS FRIEND’S MOTHER WAS VERY FRIENDLY, AND NOT ONLY TO HIM
• HE TOOK HER TO A DRIVE-IN, AND DROVE INTO HER ALL THE WAY
• WHAT’S SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE IS EVEN SAUCIER FOR THE GANDER

My wife Jean and I live in the suburbs of the city where I work as a sales manager for a large manufacturing company. At 44, Jean is three years younger than me, and she is now and always has been a beautiful woman. She is five feet four inches tall, weighs about 125 pounds and is still firm in all the right places. She has dark shoulder-length hair, great legs, and her well-rounded ass is only slightly larger than when we were first married. Her 34C boobs are still spectacular, with large dark nipples which have always been a special turn-on for me. So it is not surprising that she still turns heads whenever we go out.

Jean and I have always had a great sex life. We have never been afraid to experiment and try new things, which has been a real plus in our marriage. I can get usually get her off three or four times when I go down on her, and she loves to suck my cock and will often take me to climax that way, and swallow my load. Once in a while we even have anal sex. We like to role play, and from time to time we go out to a bar and Jean will pretend to come on to a guy, or give a stranger a flash of her tits or her pussy, after which we run home and fuck like rabbits. She enjoys knowing she can still attract male attention, and I enjoy watching other guys trying to make out with her. We even talked about having a threesome, and discussed guys we know who we thought we might approach, but we never actually followed through on that idea.
But what I want to tell you about happened quite by accident. There was no plan; it just happened.

Ned and his wife Kim have been our next-door neighbors from the time we moved into our present home, some years ago. They are a few years older than us, and they have a grown-up son named Ike. He was about 15 when we became neighbors, and we sometimes hired him to cut the grass or clean the sidewalks in the winter. After he went to college we mostly lost contact with him, though we would see him occasionally when he came home on holidays. He joined the ROTC in college, and after graduation decided on a career in the military. After that we saw him even more rarely, but that all changed this past summer, when Ike came home on a long furlough.

In order to celebrate his homecoming, Jean and I decided to have a cookout for him and his folks. When they arrived neither Jean nor I could get over the change in Ike. He had always been tall and fairly good-looking, but looking at him now in his swimsuit, it was evident how the years in the military had changed him. At six feet one, he looked to be a good 210 pounds of raw muscle. His posture was ramrod straight, and he carried himself with the air of the military officer he was.

We were all wearing swimsuits, and as we sat around the pool I couldn’t help noticing that Ike spent a good part of the evening looking at my wife. Jean had on a two-piece suit that showed off her body, but she did not seem to notice Ike’s constant looks. As the evening wore on I could tell that he was fighting to conceal his hard-on, and to be honest, I was having the same problem as I watched him admiring my wife.

Around nine o’clock Ned and Kim went home, but I invited Ike to stay and have another drink. During the next hour or so the tone of the party took a noticeable turn. It was evident that Ike was flirting with my wife, and he had stopped trying to conceal the erection in his trunks. Jean kept blushing, but I knew she was enjoying the attention he was giving her. At one point I found an excuse to go into the house and leave them alone, and as I watched them from a window his flirting seemed to get much more intense. I couldn’t hear what they said, but I could tell by Jean’s reaction that it wasn’t casual chitchat.

Later that night, as we were lying in bed, I said to her, “Baby, did you happen to notice Ike’s admiring looks this evening? He couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole time he was here, and he had a hard time trying to hide his boner.”

Jean giggled a little. “You should have heard what he said to me when you weren’t there,” she said. “God, honey, I couldn’t believe it. He actually told me how beautiful I was, and said he’d always had a crush on me. I told him that was silly, because I was almost old enough to be his mother. He said he didn’t care, and that he’d always felt that way, and still does.”

I was now really intrigued, and asked her what else Ike had said. She hesitated a second, and even blushed a little before she spoke. “He asked if I had ever cheated on you,” she told me. “And when I told him no, he asked if I had ever considered it.”
“And how did you answer that?” I asked.

“Well,” she said, “I told him I thought probably most people at one time or other think about that sort of thing. And then he said . . . well . . . he said that if I wanted to take that step, he hoped I would consider him.”

While she was telling me this I had taken her into my arms and had begun to rub her breasts and stomach. “And how did you reply to that?” I asked, and I slipped my hand under her panties and began to finger her pussy.

“Oh God, honey, I didn’t answer him. I wasn’t sure what to say, or how I felt about what he was saying. Or what you might think about it.”

“Well, I’ll tell you,” I said. “If he ever asks you again, tell him that if you ever did take a lover, he would be the first guy you would choose. And just so you know sweetheart I think he would be a perfect choice.”

At that point she sank back against me, and I knew that between the excitement of what she had just told me and the stimulation of my fingers, she was close to a climax. All at once she spread her legs and cried, “Oh, baby, rub me harder, honey, I’m almost there! Oh fuck, that feels so good! Harder, baby, harder. Oh God I’m there, ahhh ohhhh I’m coming now!
And she did.

For the next three days, when I came home from work each night, Jean would tell me that Ike had come over to see her during the day, and had openly flirted with her. I could tell that this was definitely having an effect on her, because each night when we went to bed she was wonderfully randy. Then, on the fourth night, she told me that earlier that day Ike had kissed her in the kitchen. She said it had just been a short kiss at first, but when he kissed her again she felt his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, and they ended up sharing a deep tongue kiss that left her breathless.

When she finished telling me this I asked her how she felt about it. At first she said nothing, but finally she looked at me and said, “I know I shouldn’t have, baby, but I have to admit I actually enjoyed it.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” I reassured her. “You know, I’ve already told you that if you ever want to take a lover, Ike would be a perfect choice. Anyway, nothing has really happened except that a really nice-looking young guy has flirted with you and kissed you. I’m not surprised you responded to him. It’s only natural.”

I could tell she was still feeling unsure, however, and after a long pause she said, “I just don’t know, honey. I mean, do you really feel okay about me letting him kiss me? And kissing him back? Not to mention that this is the boy we watched grow up next door to us.”

“So what?” I said. “Look, baby, whatever happens I will love you, and I will know you love me, all right? And as for Ike, he is no longer a boy; he’s very much a man, and from where I stand, one hell of a hunk of a man to boot.”

Jean said nothing more at that point, but that night our sex was out of this world.

The following day I was scheduled to fly to a sales meeting in another state, which would keep me away for three days. That morning, as we said goodbye, I said jokingly, “I’ll see you in three days, sweetie, but if you get lonely just give Ike a call.”

“Don’t be silly,” Jean said, kissing me. “Just hurry home as soon as you can.”

The meeting went well for the first two days, and each evening I called Jean and we talked about the day’s events. On the second night she told me that Ike had been over again, and there was something in her voice that sounded funny. I asked her what had happened, but she didn’t reply right away. “It’s all right, baby, you can tell me,” I said. And to my surprise I felt myself start to get hard in anticipation.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen, baby,” she said finally. “He kissed me again today. Well, he kissed me more than once. And then he . . .” She stopped, and as I waited for her to go on I opened my pants, took out my stiffening cock and started stroking it. “While we kissed he . . . he kept rubbing my bottom,” she went on. “And he even played with my breasts a little before I could bring myself to make him stop.” She paused. “Then before I realized it he was pulling my skirt up in back and my blouse was open and he was touching me.”

At that point I lost it and came, shooting semen all over my chest and hand. “Baby?” I heard Jean say. “Are you angry with me?”

I had to clear my throat. “No, sweetie, I’m not,” I told her. “I can understand how it happened, and I’m fine with it, really.” Then I said, “But promise me one thing, okay? Just promise me that if anything more happens, you will tell me about it.” When she didn’t say anything I decided to come clean. “Listen, baby,” I said. “Just now while you were telling me how he played with your ass and your tits, it made me so hot I had to jack off just from listening to you.”

“Oh my God!” Jean said then. “You really want me to do it, don’t you? You want me to do it with him.”

“Only if you really want to,” I said. “But I think you do. And yes, the idea really turns me on. It makes me hot as hell to think about him fucking you.”

It took a moment for her to take this in. “I don’t . . . I don’t know if I could actually go that far,” she said finally. “But whatever happens, I promise to tell you about it.”

“Good,” I said. We talked a few more minutes and then hung up. But all that night I couldn’t help forming pictures in my mind of our neighbors’ soldier son fucking my wife.

The next morning when I got to the sales meeting I learned that the scheduled speaker for that afternoon had taken sick, which meant the conference would end around noon. I quickly got on the phone and got an early flight home, which got me in about three o’clock that same day.

I took a taxi from the airport, and by four o’clock I was at my house. I had not called Jean to pick me up, telling myself I wanted to surprise her; but the truth was that I was hoping I might find her with Ike. As it turned out, I was not disappointed.

As soon as I entered the house I could hear voices coming from the den. There was no doubt whose they were, and my heart was beating a mile a minute as I moved silently to a place where I could see into the den without being seen. What I saw nearly caused me to come in my pants. Jean was sitting with her butt on the very edge of a bar stool, facing Ike, who was kissing her as he stood wedged between her legs, spreading them open. He had on a T-shirt and shorts, while Jean was wearing a light summer dress that buttoned down the front.

When the kiss ended Jean said breathlessly, “Ike, we really should stop. We shouldn’t be doing this.” But her voice lacked real conviction, and Ike seemed to know it. He kissed her again, his tongue pushing into her mouth, and at the same time started to unbutton her dress. She pulled away from the kiss and again told him he should stop, but she made no attempt to actually stop him. I knew then for sure that she wasn’t going to.

When he had undone the last button and pushed her dress open he kissed her again, and this time I could see her tongue playing back and forth with his as her breathing grew more shallow. When the kiss ended he slowly slid the dress off, leaving my beautiful wife clad in only her sexy bra and panties. My cock was rock-hard as I watched him kiss her once more, after which he picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.

I managed to duck back and avoid discovery before following him. When I got to the bedroom I was thankful to see that the door was wide open, since obviously they thought they had the house to themselves. I also realized that when I stood to one side I had a good view of the bed in the mirror over the dresser, with little chance of being seen myself. As I looked in I saw Jean lying on the bed, still clad in bra and panties, and Ike standing there pulling off his T-shirt. He kicked his shoes off and then, as Jean looked on, undid his shorts and let them fall to the floor, leaving him in only his boxers.

“God, Jean,” Ike said then, “I have dreamed of this moment for so long!” He then got on the bed and slowly unhooked her bra, taking it off as if he were unwrapping a present. With her breasts now in full view, he leaned down and kissed each nipple, then moved back and forth between them, licking and sucking at her tits until her nipples were hard and standing out like bullets. She was breathing harder now, and when he reached for her panties she raised her butt from the bed, allowing him to slip them down her legs and off.

He could not seem to take his eyes off her brown bush as she lay there watching him. “My God, Jean, you are so beautiful!” he said finally. “Even more beautiful than I had imagined.” I had to agree with him; she really was lovely, lying there nude, her hair spread over her pillow and one leg now drawn up, as if she no longer cared about modesty.

At that point Ike unsnapped his boxer shorts and tossed them to the floor. When Jean saw his cock her eyes grew large, and I heard her catch her breath. From my position I too could see him, and even as excited as I was, I became concerned that he might be too much for her. My cock is a good six inches long, but Ike’s must have been at least two inches longer, and as big around as my wrist.

He quickly lay down beside her now, taking her in his arms and kissing her again. After a few minutes he began kissing his way down to her breasts. He seemed to be a considerate lover; he took his time, kissing and licking her neck before moving slowly downward, and then, as before, kissing, licking and finally sucking first one tit and then the other.

Jean was almost panting as he began to kiss his way down over her tummy, and finally down to her crotch. He gently moved her legs apart, kissing and licking her inner thighs, and then all around her vagina before he actually brought his mouth to her pussy lips. Jean caught her breath again and instantly opened her legs as far as she could. “Oh God yes, Ike,” she panted. “Kiss me there, kiss my pussy.” He kissed and licked her as she gave a series of moans, then pleaded, “Don’t stop, Ike. Suck it, suck my pussy, Ike, please!” Ike obeyed her, intensifying his efforts until I could tell that she was close to the edge. “Oh God, I’m on fire down there!” she cried. “Suck it, Ike, suck it and make me come!” Ike put his hands under her ass and pulled her even closer to his mouth, and a moment later she pulled her legs back and arched her body, jamming her pussy against his face as she bucked and twisted, yelling out her climax.

When it was over she sank back onto the bed, and Ike quickly moved to kneel between her legs, aiming his massive cock directly at her waiting hole. Taking hold of her legs, he pushed them back toward her chest. As he did so he leaned down to kiss her mouth, allowing her to taste her own juices. Then, looking into her eyes, he said, “Jean, I want to be inside you so bad! But first I need you to tell me it’s what you want too.”

My gorgeous wife, her legs spread open and back, was the most erotic sight in the world as she panted out, “Yes, Ike, I want you inside me. I want you to put your beautiful cock inside me now.” Then, as he moved forward, she added, “But please go slow, Ike. You are so much bigger than my husband. I want you in me, but please go slow.” With that she gestured toward a tube of lubricant which we kept on the nightstand. “Maybe if you use some of that,” she suggested.

Ike quickly took the tube and put a liberal amount of the gel on his dick before again bringing it to her opening and rubbing the head up and down her slit. He then pushed that head inside her, and Jean caught her breath, causing him to stop. “It’s okay now,” she said after a moment. “Just go slow.”

With that Ike began a slow, gentle fucking motion, sliding in and out of her, each time feeding her a little more cock. I watched in fascination at the way her pussy lips were stretched tight around his massive tool. When he pushed in, those lips folded in also, and when he pulled out it was as though her whole pussy was trying to follow him. It took him a while to work just six inches inside her, and all the while Jean kept saying, “Oh God, Ike, it’s so big! You’re so much bigger than my husband, ohh yes, I feel so full!”

When he had managed to work most of his dick inside her he began fucking her with long steady strokes, and she quickly went over the top. “Oh yes, fuck me, Ike!” she babbled. “God I’m so full, fuck me with your big cock, give me all of it, Ike, all of it!” Shortly after that I could see his balls slapping her upturned ass as he rammed into her like a man possessed. At that moment I knew he was touching places that my cock had ever gotten to, and my wife was going wild. His thick pole was stimulating her clit as well as her vagina, and she was so far gone that she seemed to be having one continuous never-ending climax. He fucked her on and on, amazing me by his stamina, until she was screaming that she couldn’t stop coming and she couldn’t take any more. “Come with me, Ike!” she shouted. “Please, Ike, come with me, come with me now!” A moment later her pleas were answered as he let out a long groan and shot stream after stream into my squalling wife’s stretched but receptive pussy.

When it was over and they had collapsed beside each other on the bed, I quietly made a retreat back to my car and drove to the nearest bar, where I had a stiff drink. As I sat there collecting my thoughts I suddenly realized that at some time while watching my wife and her lover, I had come in my pants. But I didn’t care; my mind was on what I had just witnessed. And as I sat there I realized it had been the most erotic thing I had ever seen. And I realized too that I loved Jean right then perhaps more than I ever had, and I couldn’t wait to see her again. I quickly finished my drink and then called my wife, telling her that I had gotten home early and would be there in a few minutes.

When I walked in the door Jean rushed into my arms and gave me a long wet kiss. She had on the same dress as before, and I knew she had not had time to shower before my arrival. When the kiss ended I held her tight and said, “Oh baby, you have no idea how much I have missed you. I can’t wait to take you to bed and make passionate love to you.”

I felt her stiffen in my arms, and I knew that she was afraid that if we went to bed right then, I might discover she had been recently fucked. In spite of her promise to tell me everything, her guilt and uncertainty was evidently making her reluctant to come out with the truth. “No, baby,” she said. “Let’s wait till tonight, okay? I haven’t had a bath, and I want to be clean for you.”

But the truth was that I wanted her this way. I wanted her while she was still full of her lover’s semen, and I wanted her on the bed they had just left. So I said, “I don’t care about that, baby, really I don’t. I’ve been away from you for three days, and I can’t wait.” And with that I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I pretended not to notice that the bedcovers were still in disarray as I laid her down and kissed her, already unbuttoning her dress. When she was down to panties and bra I quickly disrobed and fell on the bed beside her.

I was hotter than I had been in years as I removed her bra and panties. Again she pleaded with me to wait, but I wanted her so badly I couldn’t be dissuaded. “Oh please, sweetie, let me make love to you,” I panted. “I want to feel you and taste you, and I can’t wait.” My hard cock pressed into the side of her leg as I kissed her lips and her neck, and finally worked my way to her tits. I licked and sucked her nipples and quickly moved to her tummy. She held her legs together stubbornly at first, but I could feel her weakening as I continued to kiss and caress her, and finally, with a little moan of surrender, she reluctantly allowed me to open her legs.

I immediately kissed her pussy hair, still matted and moist from the juices produced by her earlier activity. As I gazed at her vagina I could see the last of Ike’s semen leaking out of her, and I began avidly licking and sucking her there. Sucking her so soon after Ike had been inside her seemed to make me want her even more. Now Jean began to respond in earnest, and soon she was moaning out, “Oh yes, God yes, suck me, baby, I love you so much. Eat me, baby, make me come!” Which I did. The spasms of her pussy as she climaxed forced the last of Ike’s semen out of her, and I eagerly scooped it up with my tongue.

Even though I had not yet come myself, all I wanted at that moment was to hold my wife and tell her how much I loved her. I moved up beside her and took her in my arms and held her for a long time before she said, “Oh God, I’m so sorry, darling. Please don’t hate me, but I have to tell you something.”

“You don’t have to tell me, sweetheart,” I assured her. “I already know everything.” She turned to face me but before she could say anything I quickly added, “I know what happened today with Ike. I was here and I saw it all.” She looked really scared then, so I added, “Please don’t worry, baby. Believe me, I’m fine with it. In fact, it was the most exciting thing I have ever seen. You were so beautiful lying there beneath him, and when he put his big cock inside you I got so excited I actually came in my pants.”

I then explained to her how I had gotten home early and found her with Ike, and how I had watched them. I reminded her that she herself had said I wanted her to do it with him, and she was right. I also assured her that I loved her as much as ever, if not even more. “My secret fantasy has always been to see you with another man,” I told her. “And today was perfect.”

At that point she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. “I love you so much, darling,” she said. “Thank you for loving me back.”

We lay holding each other for awhile, until Jean suddenly became aware that my cock was still hard and pressing into her tummy. She looked at me with an impish smile and said, “Hey, lover, you still seem to have a problem down there.” Then she moved down and took my stiff cock into her warm mouth and began sucking it slowly. Her eyes never left my face as she sucked me, and only once did she stop long enough to say, “Come for me, baby. Shoot your hot come in my mouth and let me drink it for you.” That was all it took for me to go stiff and shoot stream after stream of hot jism into her waiting mouth.

Later we talked about Ike, and agreed that she would continue to see him for as long as he was home, but not tell him that I knew about it. I made a place in the closet so I could safely watch them when they were together, and over the next two weeks I watched my wife and her young lover fuck several times and in many positions. Jean soon learned to suck his big cock, and on two occasions I witnessed him blowing his load in her mouth, which she swallowed right down. When Ike’s furlough was over she was sorry, but when I suggested we look for someone to take his place, she just smiled and said, “I hope he has a nice big cock!”

—J.V., Detroit, Michigan