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“Cheers!”
I clink my glass against the others and take a sip from it. Closing my eyes, I savour the first taste of the delicious, perfectly chilled Prosecco and shiver as the bubbles fizz on my tongue.
It’s going to be a great weekend. I just know it.
I say weekend, but in reality, it will be a less than twenty-four hours. It’s now just a few minutes past midday, and the plan is that we’ll all go our separate ways after breakfast tomorrow.
I look at my three companions, and I can’t help but smile. Three incredible women, all beautiful in their own unique way. Our little group ranges from mid-thirties to early-fifties, but age is irrelevant to us. The friendship dynamic isn’t based on growing up together or how long we have known each other. It’s far from conventional.
I imagine that others seeing us in the hotel bar would assume that we are a group of colleagues, meeting for early drinks ahead of a work Christmas party tonight. The truth is, however, that up until a few months ago, we were anonymous strangers, all using the same chat room on an erotic story website.
As the weeks passed, the bonds grew within our girl tribe. Each of us were at different stages of our self-discovery journeys, but we shared a common goal; to explore our sexualities and discover our deepest fantasies. This playground for adults provided the perfect platform for us to meet and enjoy like-minded people from around the world.
It also allowed us to be as virtually promiscuous as we desired to be. Some chats were a one-off, the cyber-equivalent of a one-night stand and some became long-term arrangements.
Although our group of ladies was spread out across the globe, there were four of us in England. We had joked for ages about meeting up for cocktails, going on road trips together or even creating our own writing retreat. It was an exciting prospect, but one I don’t think any of us honestly believed would ever really happen. It was too risky. How could we ever explain it to our partners and families? What if those in our real lives became aware of the double lives that most of us were leading?
I think it was Amy, who one day posted in our message group:
Fuck it. Life’s for living. Let’s do this!
We didn’t need convincing further.
This is actually the second time we have all met up. Last time, we hired a cottage in the countryside for a weekend and told everyone else that we were meeting up with people from our online book club (which, we agreed, wasn’t exactly untrue; it just wasn’t the full story). As we sat in the hot tub, looking up at a starlit sky, the cocktails flowed, secrets were shared, and fingers began to wander.
The bond between us became even stronger after this. We accepted each other for who we were, not who society wanted us to be. There were no criticisms, no judgements; just warmth, compassion and support.
We couldn’t wait to meet up again, and a pre-Christmas night out seemed like the perfect opportunity.
To make it even more exciting, we set ourselves a challenge: each of us would tick at least one item off our sexual bucket list. We didn’t have to state in advance what our goal would be, but we would share all the details afterwards.
I don’t think I have ever been more excited about a night away in a hotel than I am right now.
After catching up on each other’s news, we finish our drinks, put on our coats, and head off to the place that I have arranged for our late lunch. It’s a specialist gin bar with a 1920s theme, capturing the mood of a TV drama we all love. We’re booked in for a festive afternoon tea, which is obviously a popular offering as the room is packed.
A waiter shows us to our table and then begins to fill the metal tree-shaped display stand in front of us with a dozen different combinations of flavoured gins and mixers. As we try to choose which one we want to try first, the food appears. It’s a stunning assortment of dainty sandwiches, miniature savouries, Christmas-themed cakes and shot glasses filled with tiny alcohol-infused creations.
We take pictures of the table and then flirt with our server until he agrees to take a group photo on each of our phones. We know that this is a memory that we will want to have for years to come. We also know this is probably the only part of the weekend that we will be able to share with our friends and families afterwards.
The food is as delicious as it looks and, before we know it, we’re all on our third gin. This, combined with the Prosecco from earlier, has dissolved any inhibitions we might have felt about meeting up again. By the time that we decide to hand out our Secret Santa gifts, we are giggling like a bunch of naughty schoolgirls, not giving any concern to who might be listening to our conversations and the salacious details of our latest encounters on the website.
Taking the wrapped gifts out of our bags, we decide to exchange clockwise around the table. As I open the one that Nikki has provided, she shrieks with laughter.
“Oh my God, it’s perfect for you!” she informs me, as I tear the paper away from a box containing a glow-in-the-dark vibrator. “Look, it’s got little stars on it that you can see when the lights are off. Ideal for someone with the username ‘Starlight’, isn’t it!”
We continue to giggle as we open our gifts, and you can tell that the people at the neighbouring tables are more interested in what’s going on at ours than on their own.
Amy receives my offering of a deluxe selection box of flavoured licks and lubes. Becky gets Amy’s present – a bondage starter kit. Finally, Nikki unwraps the Ben Wa Balls that Becky purchased and loudly broadcasts that she might try them out when we go clubbing later.
The waiter comes over to politely remind us that we need to vacate our table by 3pm as they need to set up for their next customers, and I can’t help but wonder if he is pleased or sad to see us go. We pay our bill, adding a generous tip, put our coats back on, and head into the town.
There’s a well-known high-street sex shop in the centre, and we can’t resist going in for a look around. We decide that we all deserve some new sexy lingerie, declaring that it will be a Christmas treat for ourselves and our partners, and we help each other to pick out something suitably fabulous.
Towards the back of the store, there is a section for dress-up outfits – burlesque costumes, naughty nurse dresses, adult school-girl uniforms, fetish wear, that sort of thing. Emboldened by the gin, Amy announces that she’s going to try on a black PVC mini dress, which has a zip running from the low scooped neckline to the hem.
She pulls back the changing room curtain and we all gasp; she looks simply stunning. The PVC clings to every perfect curve, proudly displaying her model-like body. We convince her that she should buy it and that she should definitely wear it tonight.
Once we have all paid for our items, it’s time to head back to the hotel to rest and prepare for the evening’s festivities.
It was decided weeks ago that Amy and I would share a room, as would Nikki and Becky. Although we are all close, we seem to have formed closer bonds based on our sexual tastes. Whilst Amy and myself are mildly bi-curious, we tend to prefer guys and both have a number of favourites that we play with online, always ensuring that there’s no crossover between our playmates. The other two are much keener to experiment with girl-on-girl scenarios and are quite clearly attracted to each other, especially since the night in the hot tub.
After returning to the warmth of our room, we sit on our beds drinking strong coffee and chatting. Before long, it’s time to get ready. Amy showers first; her waist-length hair will take much longer to dry than my own short, sleek bob.
We chat and giggle as we do our hair and make-up, and it reminds me of girls’ nights out with my friends when I was a teenager, borrowing each other’s cosmetics and helping to fasten jewellery.
Amy slips into her new little black dress and, paired with some sky-high heels that show off her long, toned legs, it looks even more fabulous than it did in the shop. My outfit tonight is a fitted black pencil skirt and a deep crimson-red corset-style top. It’s more daring than the sorts of clothes I would normally wear, but I want to feel sexy and alluring tonight, especially if I am to tick anything off my bucket list.
I can’t fasten the top by myself, so Amy comes over to help me. I watch in the mirror as she stands behind me and gets to work on lacing it up. There’s a concealed zip on one side, but I want it to fit snuggly, pushing up my ample cleavage, so I am thankful for her nimble fingers and her willingness to assist me with this task.
As she gets further up my back, we exchange a glance in the mirror and I immediately find myself feeling aroused. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol, the fact that I have not had sex with my partner in weeks (due to conflicting work schedules) or the excitement of feeling an incredibly attractive woman’s fingertips on my bare skin, but a wave of sexual arousal sweeps over me, drenching the tiny G-string that I am wearing under my skirt.
I briefly consider saying something, but then think better of it.
After applying a few finishing touches, we are ready. We’ve arranged to meet the others in the foyer, so make our way to the lift. As it arrives at the ground floor, I go to step out and bump straight into a guy who is waiting to get in.
“Sorry!” I say, as he reaches out a hand to steady me.
“No problem,” he replies, giving me an incredibly hot smile as he slowly releases his grip on my arm.
I return his smile and, before I know it, he’s disappeared in the lift.
As we walk over to meet the other girls, I can still feel tingling where his fingers touched my skin.
‘Damn, I must need fucking badly if I reacted like that just by walking into someone!’ I think to myself.
Becky’s booked the restaurant for tonight, an upmarket pizza and cocktail bar, so we jump in a cab and make our way there. We’ve managed to get a table by the window and as our first round of drinks – we’re starting with mojitos – arrive, we are all bubbling with excitement about the night ahead of us and what it might involve.
After polishing off three courses and several cocktails, it’s almost ten o’clock. As we walk to another bar, I make the others laugh as I tell them that I would normally be in bed drinking Ovaltine by this time of the evening, the joys of being middle-aged.
What I don’t add is that tonight, I feel younger than I have for a very long time. I feel confident, attractive, and fuelled by lust; now all I need is someone to take out my pent-up sexual frustration on.
Having been in a relationship for so long, I had wondered how I would cope with flirting with strangers again, whether I would be out of practice. But I soon discover that it’s like riding a bike; the skills quickly come back to me. I smile to myself as I wonder if I will be riding something else by the end of the night.
I exchange appreciative glances, play with my hair, and make sure that there is a sufficient amount of my vast cleavage on display. I lean close enough to guys at the bar so they can smell my perfume. I casually press my body against strangers as we make our way through the crowds. I’d forgotten just how thrilling this prowling, hunting for a mate behaviour could be.
After another drink here, Nikki tells us that it’s time to head off to the night club she has found for us. I had told her weeks ago that I felt too old to go clubbing, that it’s almost twenty years since I had done so, but she assured me that the place she had in mind had more of a disco-bar vibe and that I would love it.
The club has three different floors, all with different themes. We head for the Retro Room, on the top level, which is dedicated to music from the 70s, 80s and 90s. I go to the bar and order a double-round of assorted brightly coloured vodka shots, which we quickly knock back before making our way onto the dancefloor.
We’re dancing to one of my favourite cheesy-pop songs when I see him.
It’s the guy from the hotel, the one I bumped into.
My heart begins to race.
Looking at him, I would guess that he’s probably in his mid-twenties. He’s tall, dark, and very well built; his muscles are accentuated by the fitted dark-blue shirt that he’s wearing. I make a mental note to avoid the cliché of asking if he works out.
He’s with another guy, who is closer to my age. I briefly make eye contact with him, before returning my attention to his super-hot companion. He smiles at me and I smile back. I suddenly wonder if it’s Amy that he’s interested in - after all, she’s utterly stunning and nearer his age – but when she goes off to the ladies’ room, he’s still looking at me.
When I glance over again, he has disappeared from view. My heart sinks at the thought that he might have gone, and I kick myself for not being bold enough to make the first move.
I carry on dancing, then gasp as a pair of hands suddenly find my waist.
I glance over my shoulder and sure enough, it’s him.
This time, I am determined not to waste the opportunity that I am being presented with.
Lust takes over as I begin to grind my ass against him in time with the music, enjoying the feel of his groin pressing into me. We stay like this for a while, then I turn to face him. My arms are wrapped around his neck, his hands are resting my waist. Our eyes are only on each other, and I delight in the promise of pure filth that I see in his.
We continue to dance together as the music gets progressively slower. I glance around and see that Amy is dancing with his friend, his hands gliding all over her PVC dress. Becky and Nikki are pressed tightly together, not caring who is watching as they kiss passionately.
As if reading my mind, my new friend leans down to press his lips against mine, which quickly turns into us exploring the other’s mouth with our tongues as our hands roam everywhere.
At some point, we move to the edge of the room and into a darkened corner. My back is pressed against the wall as he begins to nuzzle my neck. I run my fingers though his hair as he kisses the tops of my breasts, which are almost spilling out of my corset.
I’m reminded of all the times that I had similar experiences like this as a teenager, of the many strangers I kissed and of the hands that wandered under my clothing. Back then, I craved the touch of older guys, deliberately seeking them out and offering them an evening of youthful adoration in return for the sophisticated status that I believed they could reward me with.
Tonight, I only have eyes for this delicious toy boy in front of me.
Tonight, for the first time in my life, I have become a cougar.
I have no idea how long we stay like this, but the next time I look around, our friends have all gone.
“I should be heading back to the hotel to find the other girls,” I inform him, running my hands over his firm bum and down the backs of his thighs.
“I’ll walk with you,” he replies, playfully cupping my tits.
It’s freezing outside, but as it’s only a short distance away from our destination, we decide to walk back. The cold air sobers me up and I realise how crazy this is; that I am walking through a strange town with a man I only met a few hours ago.
A man I only know as Matt.
A man probably young enough to be my son.
A man who is definitely not my partner.
A man that I intend to fuck senseless, all night long.
I tell him I want to head to my room, to check on Amy and make sure she’s okay. I know from our previous meeting that she doesn’t handle her drink as well as the rest of us do; I was the one holding back her hair that night, a point that I still tease her about even now.
As we stand outside the door whilst I am trying to locate the key card in my bag, I hear a loud noise coming from the other side of the wall. Loud, obviously sexual moaning that can only mean one thing: Amy is more than just okay right now.
Matt must also hear this as he pushes me up against the door and growls in my ear:
“I want to make you cum even louder than that tonight.”
My pussy tightens with anticipation. He grabs my hand and practically drags me to the lift and then up to his floor. He opens the door to his room and goes to switch the lights on, but I pull him away, telling him that I want the lights left off, suddenly feeling nervous at the thought of him seeing my middle-aged, voluptuous body.
He’s too horny to question this.
We stumble towards his bed, kick off our shoes, and fall onto the mattress, fingers and mouths all over each other. I guide his hands to the zips on my top and then my skirt, and he quickly removes them. I moan as he roughly gropes my breasts before eagerly feasting on my hard nipples. He pulls off my drenched thong with his teeth, nipping my thighs as he does so. I practically rip off his shirt, trousers, and underwear.
I’m desperate to feel him inside me, but it seems that he has other ideas.
He’s hungry to taste me. He pulls me on top of him, slides underneath so that my cunt is positioned over his mouth and begins eating me, frantically. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he pins my right where he wants me. I moan as his tongue darts between my swollen lips and again as it slips inside me.
As he noisily licks and laps at my clitoris, drinking my juices, I am filled with the urge to taste him. I push his hands away, twist around, and stretch my body down his, grabbing his hard cock. I hear him groan with pleasure as I wrap my lips around him and start sucking with fervour. As my head bobs up and down on his dick, he jams two fingers into my pussy and begins rapidly finger-fucking me.
That’s we suddenly hear an amused voice.
“Will you two keep it down? Some of us were trying to sleep!”
I glance towards where the voice is coming from and can make out a figure on the other bed.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Matt exclaims, pulling away from me as he switches on the bedside lamp.
“Well, I was trying to sleep. Where did you think I was?” his friend calmly replies.
“Fucking the girl in the PVC dress!”
“Nah. She wasn’t interested in taking things further. Unfortunately.”
I climb off Matt and slide under the covers, hiding behind him, as they continue their discussion.
“Can you… disappear? We’re kind of busy here.”
“Where am I going to go at this time of night?”
“I don’t know… but… be a friend, yeah?”
A thought pops into my head as I listen to them argue. A thought that is so naughty, it makes me blush.
But it also turns me on. A lot.
I consider it for a moment longer. I can’t believe I’m about to say this.
“Why don’t you stay?” I suggest.
“What?” exclaims Matt, clearly taken aback.
“Stay,” I repeat, leaning up on my elbow and winking at the guy I’m issuing the invitation to. “And watch.”
“I’m game if you two are,” he replies, raising his eyebrows at me, almost questioningly.
Before Matt can disagree, I pull back the sheets and climb onto him. As he watches in stunned silence, I slide his cock into my hot, soaking pussy and slowly sink down on him, savouring the delicious feeling as I adjust to his girth.
He’s so hard and aroused that there’s no way he will stop me.
Resting my hands on his chest, I start riding him, hard and fast. My big tits bounce dramatically as I slide up and down his length, covering him in my slick juices. When he begins to massage my clit with his thumb, I know he’s no longer pissed off over my decision; if anything, I think he’s enjoying having an audience whilst a horny older woman makes full use of his impressively firm body.
As I run my fingers through my hair, I glance over at the other bed, looking his friend in the eyes with pure mischief. He returns my look and pulls back the sheets, allowing me to see that he is stroking his cock, which is equally as magnificent as the one I am impaling myself on.
I’ve never felt more aroused in my entire life.
But I know this could get even better.
“Come here,” I say, waving him over.
He doesn’t need asking twice. He gets up and stands where I want him, at the side of the bed. Leaning forward, Matt still buried deep inside me, I take the other cock between my lips and begin lavishing him with my oral skills. He grabs the back of my head, pushing himself deeper as I continue to grind his friend’s body into the mattress.
As he begins to fuck my mouth, I feel like a goddess.
It’s pure ecstasy for all of us; I’m just sorry that none of us thought to film this on our phones.
The nameless one cums first, grabbing bunches of my dark hair in his hands as he fills my mouth. I swallow every drop, licking my lips, greedily.
Moments later, as the first load is still working its way down my throat, Matt explodes in my pussy, firing hot ropes of cum deep into my cunt as his fingers play with my ass.
This triggers my own orgasm, which is both incredibly loud and messy, drenching the cock that’s still inside me as I collapse onto his chest.
Now sated and back to reality, none of us seem sure on what the etiquette is in such a situation. The other guy – who finally introduces himself as Ben – goes back to his bed. Matt pulls me close to him and carefully pulls the sheets over us, as if covering up my modesty, which seems both a sweet and slightly bizarre gesture, seeing as both guys have already seen me in all my naked glory.
We’re all exhausted and fall asleep soon after. It’s certainly been one hell of a night.
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I expect to wake up the next morning with a raging hangover, but instead I wake feeling refreshed and smugly satisfied. The room smells musky, a combination of stale sweat and sex, which instantly arouses me.
To my delight, the guys are still in the mood for sharing. Ben comes over and slides in on the other side of the bed. I stroke their cocks as they each play with one of my tits, fulfilling my long-time fantasy of having two mouths on me at the same time. They take turns fingering my pussy, which is getting wetter by the minute.
I suggest that we all shower together, keen to take advantage of the large walk-in offering in their bathroom. Kneeling down between them, I wash and suck each of their dicks, rapidly moving between the two to ensure they stay hard whilst I decide what will happen next.
This time, Ben bends me over and fucks me from behind, holding my hips as he pounds me vigorously. I continue to devour Matt’s cock from this position, before finishing him off with my hands and spraying his cum all over my tits, which he helps me to wash off.
After exchanging numbers, I bid them farewell and go back to my room.
Amy has already gone for breakfast when I get there, so I quickly change my clothes and head down to the restaurant to find the others.
“Good night, was it?” Becky laughs as I walk over to the table.
“Yeah.. I guess you could say that,” I tease. “So, did anyone else tick something off their lists?”
In hushed voices, Nikki proceeds to tell Amy and I that she and Becky decided to try out the bondage kit and took turns tying each other up and eating each other out, sparing few details.
“What about you?” she asks me. “I’m guessing you opted for fucking a toy boy?”
“You would be correct,” I tell her as I take a sip of coffee. “Oh, and I had my first threesome,” I add, almost casually.
“WHAT!” Amy practically screams, drawing attention to our table.
I laugh. “Well, you might not have wanted Ben, but I thought he was divine. So, I fucked them both.”
They all stop chewing as I tell them the events of last night and this morning. It sounds even filthier, saying the words out loud. I still can’t believe that I did it, let alone that I am now sharing a blow-by-blow account with the ladies.
“How about you?” I ask Amy, after finishing my report. “If you didn’t shag Ben, what did you get up to? Sounded like you were having fun when I came to check on you!”
She blushes and then tells us that in her somewhat tipsy state, she video-called Jack, her favourite online lover, and pleasured herself as he watched and gave instructions.
“Oh, by the way, I owe you a vibrator,” she giggles. “I ended up using your Secret Santa gift during the call.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I reply, winking. “Sounded like you were enjoying yourself, so have that one on me.”
“Here, how about you have this to make up for it?” she tells me, taking a sausage from her plate and placing it on mine. “Seeing as one obviously isn’t enough for you..”
We all burst out laughing at this, causing the people on the adjacent table to look over, disapprovingly. Not that we care.
After our breakfast, we head back to our rooms to get our things together. As I wait for Amy to finish packing, I log onto the website and see that I have a new message from one of my regular guys.
I smile as I read it.
Hey Star, did you have a good night last night? Hope you didn’t mind me joining in, but seeing as I brought my friend to be your toy boy, I think I deserved it!?! Oh FYI - he doesn’t know it was pre-planned, so don’t tell him when you talk again. And no, he’s not from the site, before you ask. Really enjoyed it though, so fucking hot!!! Maybe we can involve one of your friends next time? Get the FFM ticked off both of our lists?
I bite my lip as I reply.
You can count on it xx
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