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My name is Sally, I am forty three .I guess if you were a stranger and ask me about my sex life, I would tell you to mind your own business. Honestly, that part of my life until recently has been as pedestrian as any. I got married to a decent guy right out of high school, had a k** by the time I was 20 and had two more before I turned 25. Time flies while you are busy. Between work, k**s and house work, romance was on the back burner. My husband Paul was not very demanding, we usually had sex once or twice a week. Nothing very elaborate or passionate, but it kept him happy. After baby number three I had my tubes tied. I wanted the k**s out of the house before I turned 50, mostly so I could have some time with Paul and enjoy each others company. Paul is a good worker and loves our k**s. About the time I had my 40th birthday, his carrier had taken off and we no longer needed my income. Our youngest was in middle school and our oldest had already joined the Navy. The middle c***d, our only girl was going to graduate in the spring. They are good k**s, not much trouble, beyond what you would expect.
After being so busy for 20 odd years, I had a slew of projects I had been planing for the house. This kept me occupied for a year or so. When I had the house sufficiently nested to my liking, I took on the back yard. The back yard had been the k**s play area growing up. Basicly it was just a bare lot with a chain link fence and a few tore up trees. The victims of thousands of hours of c***dren's play. My mom always loved her flower garden. I, until now never had the time or resources to have my own. I started by planting bulbs along the fence along with honey suckle and climbing roses. Paul saw the fruits of my labor and my interest. So he bought me a few flowering trees and bushes for our anniversary. For Christmas he got me a nice 9 foot privacy fence. After two years of keeping busy I ran out of projects.
I still had house work and the k**s still needed me once and a while, but they were quickly starting to have their own lives. Paul was still attentive and loving, but as a mid level executive his time was consumed by work and recently he would travel on business at least once a month for a week or more.
I guess I could be considered a MILF, time has not been cruel to me. Earned a few wrinklies, my jugs sag a bit, my butt was a little lower, but I tipped the scale at 130 and my waist settled to a comfortable 30 inches I was never a prude, I got my cherry popped when I was 15. I had sex with a few boy friends before Paul, but I never developed a reputation or anything. I was and am the classic girl next door.
I finally got bored. I also noticed that I was getting horny. I heard that women peek in sexual appetite in their 40s. I guess I am proof. But mostly I think it is not having to go to bed exhausted and getting a good night sleep for a few years is your best treatment for a good libido. .
I was never a fan of porn, but out of curiosity,I logged into the computer in my husband's office. After a few searches I found some free sites and perused the videos. Most of them I found repulsive, and backed out within a few seconds. But some of them I found very hot. Mostly it was under the category MILF or young and old. The sight of these young men pleasuring women my age was a real turn on. I knew that this stuff went on, but would I get involved? Probably not, I had built a comfortable life with Paul and I wouldn't do anything to put that at risk. Initially I started to masturbate in Paul's office when he was away and the k**s were at school while watching some hot young stud plow a woman my age. At first with my fingers, then a brush handle and eventually I went to a “novelty” shop and got a nice vibrator. I began to make this part of my morning ritual. Get up, get Paul off to work and the k**s off to school and hit the internet to jack off for a hour or so. Then do house work, get dinner ready and wait for Paul to get home. I did not feel that I was being unfaithful to Paul and I was ready for him to mount me any time he expressed an interest.
I enjoyed Paul's attention, only it did not seem to come often enough. I wasn't ever the aggressor in our bedroom, so I was a little frustrated with his lack of performance-and his performance in general. Not much imagination in this area of his life. A kiss on the ear, some manual manipulation till I was wet and dilated then mount up in the missionary possession for ten minutes or so till he popped inside me. I started keeping my”magic wand “ in the bathroom under my sanitary napkins and gave myself a good hard orgasm while I was suppose to be cleaning up. Paul is out like a light after he cums.
I was generally satisfied with my life and happy with the status quot till I learned about Paul's misbehavior. I suspected that he was using escort services when I reviewed our credit card bills. I knew that he had an expense account to cover the cost of entertaining clients. Still I saw charges for 5 to 6 hundred dollars every month. The firms named sounded innocuous, catering mostly. I guess you might think I would have gotten angry, but that was not the case. I was hurt somewhat. Mostly because he hadn't confided his need to me. Eventually I bought a nice new lap top for him to use while he was out of town, but I had the shop put in a few features that I didn't tell him about Mostly I could turn on the camera with a command from our home office computer, without turning on the screen. I told him I wanted to Skype with him every night before he went to bed when he was out of town. Not a big adjustment, he was already calling me about that time anyway. I wanted to see what he was getting that he couldn't ask me for.
Initially I was disappointed, We talked, he logged off then I watched him have a drink while cruising the cable shows, then turn out the lights and go to sleep. It was the night before he was due to fly home when I saw what I was looking for. We had our usual Skype session, he logged off, I logged on the camera and waited. Initially nothing happened. He was on the bed as usual, his attention glued to ESPN with a double of single malt scotch sitting in his bath robe and underwear. I had convinced him to adjust the camera so I had a clear shot of the bed telling him that the glare from the desk light was washing out his image. There was a soft knock at the door and he calmly opened it and in to view came a cute young girl. Honestly the resolution wasn’t that great, but she was young, not too young- solid twenty something, and cute, not beautiful. Burnett hair. Slight build, small bust line about 5'2' I guess, more than likely less than 100 pounds. She was not dressed like the prototypical whore, she was actually dressed rather modestly. Simple business dress. Grey coat and skirt, white shirt and flats, black hose. Her face was a round and looked a little Mediterranean, Italian? I could hear her say “Hi Paul, do you want me like last time ? Paul simply nodded and dropped his robe and removed his briefs and fell back on the bed. The girl, simply removed her shoes, then her coat , skirt and shirt. She wore no underwear with the exception of her hose. I noted she carefully folded her clothing wile she striped. I was dying to see what Paul thought was worth 500 bucks. She went to her knees on the floor and started to give Paul head, gently and softly. I made a note to myself, I haven't done that to him sense before the first baby arrived. She then ,after he was sufficiently hard, moved him to the middle of the bed and mounted him. The next few minutes were simple fucking, but I was surprised that about the time he would blow his load in me she dismounted and put her pussy in his face leaving his cock unattended. I made a second note, he hadn't gone down on me more than a handful of times sense we had been married, but I hadn't asked him ether. When his cock started to loose some of it's rigidity she rolled off his face and on to her back and he mounted her. More fucking for another ten minutes or so, but as I heard him start to make the tell tail sounds of his climax she pulled him down and tight against her where he could not move at all, her ankles crossed behind his ass. As his heavy breathing abated somewhat she moved off the bed and told him to give it to her on his feet. Both standing beside the bed he pumped her hard until I heard him grown in orgasmic ecstasy as he emptied himself into her. She got back on the bed and pulled a couple of Kleenex from a dispenser and wiped off the excess fluid. Paul ask if she wanted any thing to drink and she replied gin neat. The spoke briefly about nothing much, her school, the football season, the upcoming elections for about half an hour. As this was going on I was surprised to see how wet and aroused I was from watching their performance. Then she said “Are you ready?” He smiled and said “sure”. This was the straight fuck I was used to, but because of his earlier pop it lasted for a good 40 minutes. I know this chick was a pro, and pros generally don't cum, but it was obvious to me she had a terrific orgasm at least three times. As my husband fucked away I drained the batteries on my vibe. I thought I would be angry,but I was honesty turned on.
As he came I popped an O so hard I immediately thought I might wake the k**s, but the office is in the basement and the bedrooms are on the second floor fortunately. The girl caught her breath took off her hose, went and grabbed a quick shower redressed and made small talk as she got ready to leave. Paul passed her a sizable tip, looked like a couple of c-notes and the girl, Kate, gave him a peck on the cheek and left.
After that night I never looked back. I wanted some strange, preferably young and well endowed and I started to put action to my fantasies. Paul had not abandoned me, or abused me, he simply had sex. He had a good time for a couple of hours and came home like the dutiful husband. As they say, what is good for the goose, is good for the gander. I did not see his action as betrayal, I saw it as license to do the same.
So I would not waste time in the future I opened a protected file so I could review my husbands adventures and delete the mundane.
Before Paul departed on his next trip I hit him with the idea of putting in a small water garden in the back yard., maybe a small fountain. Paul thought that that would be nice and suggested a small patio and a few lounge chairs near by, sort of a western style Zen garden. He ask me to get an estimate from a contractor, I told him that I already knew that business and I could hire a couple of students by the day and save major bucks. He gave me a generous limit and told me to go to town with my project.
After considering sources for young men, I determined the local junior collage would be my best bet. I inquired around and found an office at the school that acquired day labor and employment for the students. I selected three 19 to 21 year old students to dig and place the tank and fountain. They were a delight. Real eye candy to me.
Our girl had already graduated and was off at university, wouldn't see her till Christmas. Our youngest had picked up a part time jog and wouldn't be home till well after dark. These three looked so viral and watching them dig and move wheel barrows of earth was to me stimulating. I told them that I was pleased with there work and there would be more work in the future and got their phone numbers as I paid them twice the going rate for day labor.
By the time they left I had already selected my first potential conquest. His name was Randy, tall and lanky, what attracted me to him was his innocent demeanor. He had just turned 19 and still lived with his folks. I called him about noon, after his morning classes and ask him for help installing the pump and pluming for the water garden. He was enthusiastic. Of course he was to make about twice minimum wadge at least. We worked on the pluming for about three hours, then I told him that we would have to wait till the next day to charge the line. While the work was not particularly hard this was early September and still hot. The sweat had soaked his jeans and tee. I offered him the opportunity to grab a quick shower in our k**s bathroom. Once I heard the shower start I eased into the bathroom and retrieved his clothing leaving a robe for him and dropped his cloths into the washer, along with mine. I determined that a shower would be nice so I retreated to my bathroom did a two minute wash down and donned my terrycloth robe and slippers. I was waiting with a drink in my hand when he emerged from the k**s bathroom.
“ Where are my clothes?” he ask.
“Wash' they will be out in less than an hour. Here have a drink and keep an old woman company for a while”. I was starting to worry that he would not be attracted to me, I was old enough to be his mom.
“You aren’t old, not by a long shot, I think you look very classy”, His comment relived me somewhat.
“Come on to the kitchen so we can hear the buzzer on the washer go off”. It occurred to me that I had never seduced anyone in my life, I was nervous, a little unsure of how to proceed but at the same time I found the situation and the power I had over my potential conquest intoxicating. More so than the run and coke I had in my hand.
As I led him to the kitchen dinette I deliberately loosened the belt on my robe out of his view, which went to my mid thigh. His was in one of Paul's old ones that went to his ankles but the material was thin and silk like. We set at the table in the corner. I have always liked my glass topped table, more so today. I sat in a slightly unladylike possession. My legs spread, but not too far, as I watched his eyes I saw them first fixate in my cleavage then to my muff, which only lacked an inch being exposed. I am sure if he dropped down lower he could see my cookie in all it's glory.
We spoke of his classes at school, his family, then his love life. At this time I refreshed his drink all the while my robe becoming more and more loose as I moved. I leaned over the table to set down his drink allowing my robe to open enough to expose my breast. Then set opposite him, this time my cookie fully exposed through the glass table. I acted completely oblivious to my tease and watched his young body tense and a full erection tent up under his robe. At this time the alarm went of on the washer and I excused myself while I transferred our cloths to the drier. As I returned I saw he had already drained his drink and I refilled it for him. By this point my movement had completely opened my robe and the only thing still closed was the belt. I had my prey cornered and vulnerable. Now was the time to to pounce.
I ask him about his girl friend, he told me that he didn't have one at that time, he seldom had money to spend on dates and his house was crowed with younger brothers and sisters. He didn't even have a car. He had road his bike to my house.
I then sprang my attack.
“Randy, have you ever been with a woman?'
“No, I tried but my girl friend in high school was too afraid she would get pregnant”
“Would you like to be with me right now? I can't get preggers, and I would love to show you how nice it can be”. I was laying down bull shit. My sex life had never been that exceptional and this would be the first stray dick I have had in twenty five years. My only saving grace is that this k** knew less than I did.
“OK” he weakly responded..
I knew that he could loose his nerve if I didn't act fast, so I stood up, unfastened my belt and dropped my robe. I then grabbed his hand and said “Come with me now.”
I led him up stairs to my room and turned and gave him a passionate kiss at the door. I then locked the door and pulled his robe off him.
My pussy was already drenched by my seduction and tease, and this k** was rock hard. Fore play at this point would have been redundant.
I turned and pulled the comforter and top sheets off my bed, then fell on my my back and pushed myself to the center of of the bed. I knew I was almost there, one last bit and I would be successful.
“Randy, please come hold me.” I know how corny that sounds, but this k** was so young and inexperienced, he needed all the help he could get. He approached me with all the caution of a soldier defusing a bomb. As he drew near enough I grasped his torso under his arms and processioned him over me, then I grasped his penis and put it at the entrance of my pussy and with my other hand I pulled him into me by his butt cheek. He did have a nice dick, long but not very thick, about a honest seven inches, but thin. I guess about half an inch longer and about half an inch narrower than Paul's. As he entered me I realized that Randy was never going to forget this. This motivated me to make his experience special. As he bottomed out inside me I gave him a kiss on the lips and told him to wait.
I had developed some significant muscle tone in my masturbation sessions and I squeezed him with my cunt while he was deep. The wide eyed look of surprise on his face told me he wasn't expecting that. After I had accommodated and soaked him to be competently lubed I pushed him over and ended up on top of him with out ever breaking contact. I started to ride him with gusto, knowing his control would be nonexistent. Sure enough within two minutes I could feel the head of his pecker swell and his cum erupt inside me, as he moaned like only a man going through his organism will. After he came I remained mounted on top without moving. I started kissing him deep and teasing him on his neck. Sure enough in about five minutes or so his dick stopped it's deflation and I gave him a little a little pump to see if he gotten over his hypersensitivity. He didn't flinch so I started to rock on him again. I looked down upon my young man, eyes closed, his hands on my hips and the look of complete bliss on his face. I figured that Randy would be good for at least twenty minutes on his second load so after he got into a good rhythm I rolled him over again and let him pace himself on top of me. I pushed down with my cunt and tightened up as much as possible, he increased his tempo and I felt him start to pop his second load as I had my first decent orgasm on a dick in over a year. I over estimated his endurance by about five minutes. We snuggled for about half an hour. He even dozed off for a moment and was completely flaccid. I figured round three was now due. As he rested and lightly slept I processioned myself so I could preform oral on him without touching any other part of his body. Sure enough by the time he opened his eyes he was hard enough to mount and I did with relish. He had already cum twice so this ride should be a good long one. After he started to buck his hips I let him roll me over and mount me, after about 15 minutes and my second orgasm, I ask him if he would like to try something else, and I guided him to mount me doggie. I have to admit I love to be fucked doggy. Paul didn't like it much because he couldn't see my face, but at that moment what Paul liked was irrelevant. I was in the drivers seat and my boy toy was getting me where I wanted to go. As Randy fucked me like a demon I started to get on a plateau where I could peek about every minute to ninety seconds and I was still waiting for him to fill me again. I had lost track of time as I glanced at my alarm clock, We had been fucking now for two hours. An hour longer than I had in twenty five years. I felt great, and I felt that when he delivered his prize inside me I could get him on his way , both of us being satisfied. But I was also building to a mountain of an orgasm. At this time all I could do was grunt, moan and push my ass back to meet his thrusts. He had hold of my hips so hard I was sure he would leave marks. Then I felt him swell, and felt his hot spunk empty into me. I know some of the porn literature talks about being flooded. That is bull shit, the most I have seen a man cum as about two tablespoons, But his cum triggered an orgasm so hard that I doubt I could remember one as intense before. The one thing I was sure of I could not let this k** know how well he had preformed and how much I enjoyed his attention. Randy had done as much as I have seen as I emptied myself on the toilet I guessed there was about a quarter cup all together. My youngest would be home is a couple of hours so I went down stares to get our clothes and let him get dressed and go home. I asked him sort of nonchalant if he had a good time, He said best time in his life. I told him I enjoyed him and maybe we could do this again if we had time, but I was married and I didn't need any trouble, so he had to be quite about our fun time. He was in complete agreement. As he left I paid him for his work, 50 bucks for about 3 hours of work. He couldn't believe that I paid him after rocking his world to his core.
After I closed the door when he made his exit, I flopped down on the couch, weak in the knees, pussy a little sore and completely satisfied. The only thought in my head was why did I wait so damn long for this? I thought about making dinner but I decided to tell Junior to pick up some take out on the way home. I knew at that moment Randy might have been my first cougar attack, but he would not be my last.
I really did not see my self as a cougar, I am a woman who enjoyed herself with a willing partner. I am not now particularly attracted to younger men, but they are more available and their situations are usually simple. I like the porn videos but I am certainly after today open to more. Time will tell.
After being so busy for 20 odd years, I had a slew of projects I had been planing for the house. This kept me occupied for a year or so. When I had the house sufficiently nested to my liking, I took on the back yard. The back yard had been the k**s play area growing up. Basicly it was just a bare lot with a chain link fence and a few tore up trees. The victims of thousands of hours of c***dren's play. My mom always loved her flower garden. I, until now never had the time or resources to have my own. I started by planting bulbs along the fence along with honey suckle and climbing roses. Paul saw the fruits of my labor and my interest. So he bought me a few flowering trees and bushes for our anniversary. For Christmas he got me a nice 9 foot privacy fence. After two years of keeping busy I ran out of projects.
I still had house work and the k**s still needed me once and a while, but they were quickly starting to have their own lives. Paul was still attentive and loving, but as a mid level executive his time was consumed by work and recently he would travel on business at least once a month for a week or more.
I guess I could be considered a MILF, time has not been cruel to me. Earned a few wrinklies, my jugs sag a bit, my butt was a little lower, but I tipped the scale at 130 and my waist settled to a comfortable 30 inches I was never a prude, I got my cherry popped when I was 15. I had sex with a few boy friends before Paul, but I never developed a reputation or anything. I was and am the classic girl next door.
I finally got bored. I also noticed that I was getting horny. I heard that women peek in sexual appetite in their 40s. I guess I am proof. But mostly I think it is not having to go to bed exhausted and getting a good night sleep for a few years is your best treatment for a good libido. .
I was never a fan of porn, but out of curiosity,I logged into the computer in my husband's office. After a few searches I found some free sites and perused the videos. Most of them I found repulsive, and backed out within a few seconds. But some of them I found very hot. Mostly it was under the category MILF or young and old. The sight of these young men pleasuring women my age was a real turn on. I knew that this stuff went on, but would I get involved? Probably not, I had built a comfortable life with Paul and I wouldn't do anything to put that at risk. Initially I started to masturbate in Paul's office when he was away and the k**s were at school while watching some hot young stud plow a woman my age. At first with my fingers, then a brush handle and eventually I went to a “novelty” shop and got a nice vibrator. I began to make this part of my morning ritual. Get up, get Paul off to work and the k**s off to school and hit the internet to jack off for a hour or so. Then do house work, get dinner ready and wait for Paul to get home. I did not feel that I was being unfaithful to Paul and I was ready for him to mount me any time he expressed an interest.
I enjoyed Paul's attention, only it did not seem to come often enough. I wasn't ever the aggressor in our bedroom, so I was a little frustrated with his lack of performance-and his performance in general. Not much imagination in this area of his life. A kiss on the ear, some manual manipulation till I was wet and dilated then mount up in the missionary possession for ten minutes or so till he popped inside me. I started keeping my”magic wand “ in the bathroom under my sanitary napkins and gave myself a good hard orgasm while I was suppose to be cleaning up. Paul is out like a light after he cums.
I was generally satisfied with my life and happy with the status quot till I learned about Paul's misbehavior. I suspected that he was using escort services when I reviewed our credit card bills. I knew that he had an expense account to cover the cost of entertaining clients. Still I saw charges for 5 to 6 hundred dollars every month. The firms named sounded innocuous, catering mostly. I guess you might think I would have gotten angry, but that was not the case. I was hurt somewhat. Mostly because he hadn't confided his need to me. Eventually I bought a nice new lap top for him to use while he was out of town, but I had the shop put in a few features that I didn't tell him about Mostly I could turn on the camera with a command from our home office computer, without turning on the screen. I told him I wanted to Skype with him every night before he went to bed when he was out of town. Not a big adjustment, he was already calling me about that time anyway. I wanted to see what he was getting that he couldn't ask me for.
Initially I was disappointed, We talked, he logged off then I watched him have a drink while cruising the cable shows, then turn out the lights and go to sleep. It was the night before he was due to fly home when I saw what I was looking for. We had our usual Skype session, he logged off, I logged on the camera and waited. Initially nothing happened. He was on the bed as usual, his attention glued to ESPN with a double of single malt scotch sitting in his bath robe and underwear. I had convinced him to adjust the camera so I had a clear shot of the bed telling him that the glare from the desk light was washing out his image. There was a soft knock at the door and he calmly opened it and in to view came a cute young girl. Honestly the resolution wasn’t that great, but she was young, not too young- solid twenty something, and cute, not beautiful. Burnett hair. Slight build, small bust line about 5'2' I guess, more than likely less than 100 pounds. She was not dressed like the prototypical whore, she was actually dressed rather modestly. Simple business dress. Grey coat and skirt, white shirt and flats, black hose. Her face was a round and looked a little Mediterranean, Italian? I could hear her say “Hi Paul, do you want me like last time ? Paul simply nodded and dropped his robe and removed his briefs and fell back on the bed. The girl, simply removed her shoes, then her coat , skirt and shirt. She wore no underwear with the exception of her hose. I noted she carefully folded her clothing wile she striped. I was dying to see what Paul thought was worth 500 bucks. She went to her knees on the floor and started to give Paul head, gently and softly. I made a note to myself, I haven't done that to him sense before the first baby arrived. She then ,after he was sufficiently hard, moved him to the middle of the bed and mounted him. The next few minutes were simple fucking, but I was surprised that about the time he would blow his load in me she dismounted and put her pussy in his face leaving his cock unattended. I made a second note, he hadn't gone down on me more than a handful of times sense we had been married, but I hadn't asked him ether. When his cock started to loose some of it's rigidity she rolled off his face and on to her back and he mounted her. More fucking for another ten minutes or so, but as I heard him start to make the tell tail sounds of his climax she pulled him down and tight against her where he could not move at all, her ankles crossed behind his ass. As his heavy breathing abated somewhat she moved off the bed and told him to give it to her on his feet. Both standing beside the bed he pumped her hard until I heard him grown in orgasmic ecstasy as he emptied himself into her. She got back on the bed and pulled a couple of Kleenex from a dispenser and wiped off the excess fluid. Paul ask if she wanted any thing to drink and she replied gin neat. The spoke briefly about nothing much, her school, the football season, the upcoming elections for about half an hour. As this was going on I was surprised to see how wet and aroused I was from watching their performance. Then she said “Are you ready?” He smiled and said “sure”. This was the straight fuck I was used to, but because of his earlier pop it lasted for a good 40 minutes. I know this chick was a pro, and pros generally don't cum, but it was obvious to me she had a terrific orgasm at least three times. As my husband fucked away I drained the batteries on my vibe. I thought I would be angry,but I was honesty turned on.
As he came I popped an O so hard I immediately thought I might wake the k**s, but the office is in the basement and the bedrooms are on the second floor fortunately. The girl caught her breath took off her hose, went and grabbed a quick shower redressed and made small talk as she got ready to leave. Paul passed her a sizable tip, looked like a couple of c-notes and the girl, Kate, gave him a peck on the cheek and left.
After that night I never looked back. I wanted some strange, preferably young and well endowed and I started to put action to my fantasies. Paul had not abandoned me, or abused me, he simply had sex. He had a good time for a couple of hours and came home like the dutiful husband. As they say, what is good for the goose, is good for the gander. I did not see his action as betrayal, I saw it as license to do the same.
So I would not waste time in the future I opened a protected file so I could review my husbands adventures and delete the mundane.
Before Paul departed on his next trip I hit him with the idea of putting in a small water garden in the back yard., maybe a small fountain. Paul thought that that would be nice and suggested a small patio and a few lounge chairs near by, sort of a western style Zen garden. He ask me to get an estimate from a contractor, I told him that I already knew that business and I could hire a couple of students by the day and save major bucks. He gave me a generous limit and told me to go to town with my project.
After considering sources for young men, I determined the local junior collage would be my best bet. I inquired around and found an office at the school that acquired day labor and employment for the students. I selected three 19 to 21 year old students to dig and place the tank and fountain. They were a delight. Real eye candy to me.
Our girl had already graduated and was off at university, wouldn't see her till Christmas. Our youngest had picked up a part time jog and wouldn't be home till well after dark. These three looked so viral and watching them dig and move wheel barrows of earth was to me stimulating. I told them that I was pleased with there work and there would be more work in the future and got their phone numbers as I paid them twice the going rate for day labor.
By the time they left I had already selected my first potential conquest. His name was Randy, tall and lanky, what attracted me to him was his innocent demeanor. He had just turned 19 and still lived with his folks. I called him about noon, after his morning classes and ask him for help installing the pump and pluming for the water garden. He was enthusiastic. Of course he was to make about twice minimum wadge at least. We worked on the pluming for about three hours, then I told him that we would have to wait till the next day to charge the line. While the work was not particularly hard this was early September and still hot. The sweat had soaked his jeans and tee. I offered him the opportunity to grab a quick shower in our k**s bathroom. Once I heard the shower start I eased into the bathroom and retrieved his clothing leaving a robe for him and dropped his cloths into the washer, along with mine. I determined that a shower would be nice so I retreated to my bathroom did a two minute wash down and donned my terrycloth robe and slippers. I was waiting with a drink in my hand when he emerged from the k**s bathroom.
“ Where are my clothes?” he ask.
“Wash' they will be out in less than an hour. Here have a drink and keep an old woman company for a while”. I was starting to worry that he would not be attracted to me, I was old enough to be his mom.
“You aren’t old, not by a long shot, I think you look very classy”, His comment relived me somewhat.
“Come on to the kitchen so we can hear the buzzer on the washer go off”. It occurred to me that I had never seduced anyone in my life, I was nervous, a little unsure of how to proceed but at the same time I found the situation and the power I had over my potential conquest intoxicating. More so than the run and coke I had in my hand.
As I led him to the kitchen dinette I deliberately loosened the belt on my robe out of his view, which went to my mid thigh. His was in one of Paul's old ones that went to his ankles but the material was thin and silk like. We set at the table in the corner. I have always liked my glass topped table, more so today. I sat in a slightly unladylike possession. My legs spread, but not too far, as I watched his eyes I saw them first fixate in my cleavage then to my muff, which only lacked an inch being exposed. I am sure if he dropped down lower he could see my cookie in all it's glory.
We spoke of his classes at school, his family, then his love life. At this time I refreshed his drink all the while my robe becoming more and more loose as I moved. I leaned over the table to set down his drink allowing my robe to open enough to expose my breast. Then set opposite him, this time my cookie fully exposed through the glass table. I acted completely oblivious to my tease and watched his young body tense and a full erection tent up under his robe. At this time the alarm went of on the washer and I excused myself while I transferred our cloths to the drier. As I returned I saw he had already drained his drink and I refilled it for him. By this point my movement had completely opened my robe and the only thing still closed was the belt. I had my prey cornered and vulnerable. Now was the time to to pounce.
I ask him about his girl friend, he told me that he didn't have one at that time, he seldom had money to spend on dates and his house was crowed with younger brothers and sisters. He didn't even have a car. He had road his bike to my house.
I then sprang my attack.
“Randy, have you ever been with a woman?'
“No, I tried but my girl friend in high school was too afraid she would get pregnant”
“Would you like to be with me right now? I can't get preggers, and I would love to show you how nice it can be”. I was laying down bull shit. My sex life had never been that exceptional and this would be the first stray dick I have had in twenty five years. My only saving grace is that this k** knew less than I did.
“OK” he weakly responded..
I knew that he could loose his nerve if I didn't act fast, so I stood up, unfastened my belt and dropped my robe. I then grabbed his hand and said “Come with me now.”
I led him up stairs to my room and turned and gave him a passionate kiss at the door. I then locked the door and pulled his robe off him.
My pussy was already drenched by my seduction and tease, and this k** was rock hard. Fore play at this point would have been redundant.
I turned and pulled the comforter and top sheets off my bed, then fell on my my back and pushed myself to the center of of the bed. I knew I was almost there, one last bit and I would be successful.
“Randy, please come hold me.” I know how corny that sounds, but this k** was so young and inexperienced, he needed all the help he could get. He approached me with all the caution of a soldier defusing a bomb. As he drew near enough I grasped his torso under his arms and processioned him over me, then I grasped his penis and put it at the entrance of my pussy and with my other hand I pulled him into me by his butt cheek. He did have a nice dick, long but not very thick, about a honest seven inches, but thin. I guess about half an inch longer and about half an inch narrower than Paul's. As he entered me I realized that Randy was never going to forget this. This motivated me to make his experience special. As he bottomed out inside me I gave him a kiss on the lips and told him to wait.
I had developed some significant muscle tone in my masturbation sessions and I squeezed him with my cunt while he was deep. The wide eyed look of surprise on his face told me he wasn't expecting that. After I had accommodated and soaked him to be competently lubed I pushed him over and ended up on top of him with out ever breaking contact. I started to ride him with gusto, knowing his control would be nonexistent. Sure enough within two minutes I could feel the head of his pecker swell and his cum erupt inside me, as he moaned like only a man going through his organism will. After he came I remained mounted on top without moving. I started kissing him deep and teasing him on his neck. Sure enough in about five minutes or so his dick stopped it's deflation and I gave him a little a little pump to see if he gotten over his hypersensitivity. He didn't flinch so I started to rock on him again. I looked down upon my young man, eyes closed, his hands on my hips and the look of complete bliss on his face. I figured that Randy would be good for at least twenty minutes on his second load so after he got into a good rhythm I rolled him over again and let him pace himself on top of me. I pushed down with my cunt and tightened up as much as possible, he increased his tempo and I felt him start to pop his second load as I had my first decent orgasm on a dick in over a year. I over estimated his endurance by about five minutes. We snuggled for about half an hour. He even dozed off for a moment and was completely flaccid. I figured round three was now due. As he rested and lightly slept I processioned myself so I could preform oral on him without touching any other part of his body. Sure enough by the time he opened his eyes he was hard enough to mount and I did with relish. He had already cum twice so this ride should be a good long one. After he started to buck his hips I let him roll me over and mount me, after about 15 minutes and my second orgasm, I ask him if he would like to try something else, and I guided him to mount me doggie. I have to admit I love to be fucked doggy. Paul didn't like it much because he couldn't see my face, but at that moment what Paul liked was irrelevant. I was in the drivers seat and my boy toy was getting me where I wanted to go. As Randy fucked me like a demon I started to get on a plateau where I could peek about every minute to ninety seconds and I was still waiting for him to fill me again. I had lost track of time as I glanced at my alarm clock, We had been fucking now for two hours. An hour longer than I had in twenty five years. I felt great, and I felt that when he delivered his prize inside me I could get him on his way , both of us being satisfied. But I was also building to a mountain of an orgasm. At this time all I could do was grunt, moan and push my ass back to meet his thrusts. He had hold of my hips so hard I was sure he would leave marks. Then I felt him swell, and felt his hot spunk empty into me. I know some of the porn literature talks about being flooded. That is bull shit, the most I have seen a man cum as about two tablespoons, But his cum triggered an orgasm so hard that I doubt I could remember one as intense before. The one thing I was sure of I could not let this k** know how well he had preformed and how much I enjoyed his attention. Randy had done as much as I have seen as I emptied myself on the toilet I guessed there was about a quarter cup all together. My youngest would be home is a couple of hours so I went down stares to get our clothes and let him get dressed and go home. I asked him sort of nonchalant if he had a good time, He said best time in his life. I told him I enjoyed him and maybe we could do this again if we had time, but I was married and I didn't need any trouble, so he had to be quite about our fun time. He was in complete agreement. As he left I paid him for his work, 50 bucks for about 3 hours of work. He couldn't believe that I paid him after rocking his world to his core.
After I closed the door when he made his exit, I flopped down on the couch, weak in the knees, pussy a little sore and completely satisfied. The only thought in my head was why did I wait so damn long for this? I thought about making dinner but I decided to tell Junior to pick up some take out on the way home. I knew at that moment Randy might have been my first cougar attack, but he would not be my last.
I really did not see my self as a cougar, I am a woman who enjoyed herself with a willing partner. I am not now particularly attracted to younger men, but they are more available and their situations are usually simple. I like the porn videos but I am certainly after today open to more. Time will tell.
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