Maggie came home with that look on her face.
The one that told me she’d found someone. Over dinner I asked her who it was, and she gushed about the new bag boy at the grocery store. She didn’t know his age, though she guessed he was about 20. With the meal finished, she made her way into the bathroom, and I followed her eagerly. Along the way she fed me a few more details about her quarry. Then she started running a bath. I watched her pull her clothes off slowly. Her eyes never left mine.
“Are you turned on?” I asked.
“Do you want me to get him for you?”
She nodded again. “You check him out. Makes sure he’s okay.”
“I will, but I’m sure he’s fine.” I sat on the toilet lid and said, “Turn off that water.”
She obeyed, keeping her eyes locked on mine.
“Come here. Let’s see how turned on you are.”
She stepped forward, naked and gorgeous. At 47, she turned more heads than women 20 years younger.
I slipped a finger inside her already drenched cunt.
“Nice,” I said, keeping my finger deep inside her and bringing my lips to her hard little clit to give it a suck. “Definitely turned on,” I murmured.
I brushed the tip of my tongue over her button, and she jumped.
“Stay still,” I whispered, blowing a warm breath over her pussy.
She did as she was told, and I sucked, licked and worked her until she was bucking against me. She came, her pussy soaking my fingers. I pulled off my jeans and underwear, sat back and held my hands out. She took them and straddled me, sinking down on my hard cock and starting to ride me.
I held her firm ass tightly in my hands as she rocked urgently against me.
“You want to fuck him?” I asked.
“Yes,” she groaned.
“You want me to watch you fuck him? Watch him fuck you? Watch him fuck you so hard you scream.”
She groaned, unable to respond with words. Her cunt grew impossibly tight, and then she cried out and shivered. I licked her lips, swallowed her cries, drove up from beneath her and shot my load deep in her pussy.
I tugged her ponytail and kissed her roughly. “Take that bath. I’m going to go to the store to check out this bag boy.” I was still buried deep inside her, and I felt her pussy twitch.
“Okay,” she said.
And I did exactly what I promised. I thought he was handsome, willing and perfect, so we set up an appointment for him to come over and screw my spouse.
The night of our date, I wasn’t nervous. I never am. But Maggie was giggly and fidgety. Our guest was due to arrive at any minute, and she was fluttering around the room like a hummingbird.
I snagged her and pulled her in for a hug. “Calm down, it’s going to be great.”
She looked up at me with big blue eyes and blew out a breath she must have been holding. “Yeah?”
“He’s hot; you’re hot. I like watching you get used by other guys. It’s a winning situation all around.”
The doorbell rang, and she went rigid in my arms. I pinched her ass, and she yelped. “It’s good. Breathe.”