After leaving work early that Friday to see my wife and kids off to her folks’, I had the idea to stop in the butcher’s to treat myself to a nice thick steak, and ran into Wendy, a really hot number in her mid-40s who flirts with every guy in town but always claims to be faithful to her schmuck husband.
After we said hello, the first words out of her mouth were that her family was away for the weekend. I told her same here, and the next thing I knew she’d invited me to dinner! I couldn’t believe she was actually going to give it up, but I went along, and asked Nino the butcher for a nice pair of rib-eyes, telling Wendy, “The least I can do is provide the meat.”
She said, “I was counting on you providing the meat.” She said to come by at six, and “dress casual.” Whew!
It was a warm evening, so I merely threw on a pair of shorts and a pullover. I arrived armed with a couple of bottles of wine. Wendy greeted me in a flimsy yellow sundress—almost more revealing of her firm, curvaceous, tanned body than if she’d been nude! My cock was already stirring when she handed me a drink and clicked her glass to mine.
I was beyond thrilled when Angie called to say that she and Chris would be passing through Seattle for a few days, and I insisted they stay with Stan and me. Though we’d stayed in touch, it was forever since I’d seen her!
We’d been best friends in high school and were supposed to go to the same college. Only she got pregnant, which for sure threw a scare into the rest of us! But she and Chris got married, and she took care of the baby and worked while he went to school, and when he graduated he took a job in the East, and I met Stan and we wound up here. I worked it out—it was 18 years since we’d seen each other!
The irony of Angie’s story was that I learned I couldn’t have kids. It was probably tougher on Stan than on me, but we adjusted, and it was great for our sex life, which was pretty fabulous.
They arrived on a Friday afternoon. We cooked out, and jabbered on till two in the morning. My Stan knows that when I’m wound up like that, he won’t get any rest until he fucks me good—and Stan always gives me what I want. In bed, he munched lovingly on my wet muffin, bringing me to a wonderful climax, then slid his cock in my cunt and fucked me until we exploded together.
I know that the kind of relationship my husband and I have wouldn’t work for everyone. I just wish that people would be open-minded enough to not judge what works for us.
The first time I fucked a guy other than Larry, no one was more surprised than me. Not surprised that I was in bed with Grady and he was ramming his cock in and out as hard as he could. I was there willingly, eagerly. I was surprised that I even thought of doing such a thing, let alone actually doing it.
We were all pretty sloshed that night—me and Larry and his old Army buddy, who was trying to get over being dumped by his wife for a guy she said was “more exciting.” You could have fooled me, because anytime I was around Grady, seeing his amazing body—an old-style “brick shithouse”—sent my pulse racing. And Larry always said that in their Army days Grady was God’s gift to the ladies. The guys in the platoon lived out their sexual fantasies through his legendary sexploits.
One Saturday evening we had a bunch of friends over for drinks and burgers from the grill, and since my skin is sensitive, I was wearing a light blue sundress rather than the halter top and short shorts favored by the other ladies present. With all that female flesh on display, I was fascinated that the men were nevertheless sneaking peeks up under my dress! I admit I encouraged them a bit by crossing and uncrossing my legs, “accidentally” flashing my panties.
After dinner my husband helped me get everything to the kitchen, and I sent him back out to entertain our guests while I put things away. While I was at the sink washing a few things, and keeping an eye out the window to the back yard watching everybody mingle, I was suddenly encircled by two strong arms. Then the hands were cupping my full breasts and a hard cock was pressing into my ass!
I turned my head and saw our neighbor Vince. His wife and kids were away for the weekend. I asked what the hell he imagined he was doing. He said, “I’ve wanted to get my hands on these for years, and couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.”
When we drove 150 miles to meet our old friend Marcus in the town where he would be stopping for the weekend, not having seen him in the years since he moved West, my husband teased me about driving me all that way to meet my “boyfriend.”
In fact, while Marcus is the kind of guy who attracts a woman’s eye, and we did once flirt and horse around, we never dated or did more than exchange hugs and a kiss on the cheek, although he made it clear he’d like to do more, and I’ve fantasized about being with him.
Cory, my husband, had reserved a room in the only motel in the town, and it was a good thing he did, because when we checked in Friday afternoon the place was booked solid. We’d just settled in when Marcus called saying he’d just checked in, and would meet us in the bar next door as soon as he showered.
I took a quick shower, then without dressing did my hair and makeup while Cory showered. As I stood finishing my makeup, he came up behind me, pressing his hard cock against my ass, and slipped his hands around to cup my breasts. While he kissed my neck, his right hand slid down and gently rubbed my pussy. He whispered, “You know you shouldn’t hang around naked like this.”
I left work early to meet the contractor who was coming to give us an estimate on finishing our basement. Ernie had built a new garage for us the year before. He completed it on time and did a high-quality job. So we were pretty sure he would be our guy, but my husband insisted on a written estimate.
While I drove home, I recalled how Ernie flirted with me while he built the garage. I was actually having a passionate affair at the time (I’m happily married, but my Max knows how hard it is for me to turn down a good thing), and so, even though he’s a genuine hunk, I kind of blew him off, with just the occasional cock-teasing—like changing my clothes with the drapes wide open when I knew Ernie was the only person who could possibly see me. He certainly started looking for excuses to ask me questions and always checked me out when we talked.
Recently my wife’s high school held her class’s ten-year reunion. I told Carla we should go so she could see her old friends and show them what a hot babe she has become.
In high school everyone thought she was going to become a nun! But she moved 250 miles away from her hometown and developed into a ball-busting sex kitten who shows off her killer body in short skirts and dresses and low-cut blouses, turning male heads wherever she goes. She loved the idea of showing her old classmates how their “nun” turned out!
The first scheduled event was a Saturday-afternoon poolside get-together at the reunion hotel; then dinner and dancing in the evening. We arrived Friday night and quickly bumped into a couple of Carla’s female classmates (with their husbands). They were all stunned by how hot she looked!
I travel frequently, serving loyal clients, and I’m one horny bitch. If the right buttons are pushed I’m on my back in a heartbeat. My first night on a recent trip to Seattle, I stopped in the hotel bar and was totally focused on the local news when a voice said, “Hello, pretty lady.” I turned and saw a handsome young man, drink in hand, who introduced himself as Chris, from Portland, and asked if he could sit down.
I said, “It’s a public place.”
Chris was easy to talk to. He told me about his business in Seattle and life in Portland with his wife and two kids. He’d been married 15 years, and didn’t believe me when I said I was coming up on 21. We ended up having dinner, and afterward he saw me to my room.
At the door he said, “You look like a confident woman who goes after anything she desires. I want you to know I can’t think of anything I’d rather do tonight than eat your sweet pussy until you beg me to fuck you.”
I recently had the misfortune of listening to a fellow worker describe his feelings when he found out that his wife of eight years was having an affair with some guy. He went into great detail as he related how he had become ill one day and had gone home early from work, to find his wife on her knees on their bed, screaming into a pillow as some guy with a long pecker pumped into her pussy from behind. He was devastated, and said he would probably never trust her again.
I have to admit that although I felt sorry for him, I was thinking more of my own situation, since Delia and I have been married almost seven years. I wondered how I would take a similar situation if it happened to me. After much thought, I decided to take steps to assure that it never would.
My slim, attractive wife looks to be barely 21, but is actually 29, with a winning smile, a great set of tits, a trim waist and a tight ass. She turns many a guy’s head when we go out, which made my worries seem even more important.
We had just finished one of our twice-weekly sexual encounters when I started asking her some pertinent questions. Since I was the only man she had ever been with, my first question was, “Have you ever wanted to experience sex with another man? Tell the truth,” I added. Delia’s immediate response was to ask me how I ever came up with a question like that. I told her of my friend Teddy’s experience with his wife, and when I finished I asked her the same question again.
It’s said that a young man with a cougar lover is very lucky, especially if she’s beautiful, shapely, sexy, married and readily available. I would extend that to say a young man with two such cougars is even luckier. Add a gorgeous wife with a strong sexual appetite and you have the luckiest young man of all.
That young man is me. At 25, I am fucking our neighbor Serena, 49, and her housemate Eunice, 47. (They’re both divorced.)
After the birth of our second child, my wife Hope and I both managed to arrange to work out of our house. It was wonderful! Serena loved spending time with our kids, probably because her own grandkids live far away. (No one would believe she’s a grandma, but she loves it, and hates not being able to be with them.) During periods of high work activity for Hope and me, Serena was happy to help out, not only watching the children but doing occasional business tasks.
Serena’s housemate moved in with her after her divorce. Though they’re not related, they share a strong physical resemblance. It’s amazing how much alike they look. And my wife looks enough like them that everyone simply assumes that the older women are sisters and my wife is the daughter of one of them. Hope herself often refers to Serena and Eunice as her “aunts.” I can say without bias that they are three of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.