How Old ARE you?
I was paying way more attention to the ladies at the next table than to my hunting partners, who were rehashing the same old shit. It was a perfect night in the Hill Country of central Texas; 72 degrees with a full moon shining down, and not a cloud in the sky. The forecast said around 40 at sunrise, with a high near 70, so hunting would be good early on, and we would have good weather to replenish the feeders later.
We were up from Houston; all of us were in upper-management for a major oil company and made plenty of money, a very small portion of which we allocated for our hunting lease. We got up here three or four times a year, and, when we all had wives, they traditionally accompanied us at least once so they could ‘visit all the cute little shops around the square’ and buy more shit we didn’t need. Two had fallen by the wayside: John caught his wife fucking their pool boy, and Tom’s wife left him for another man, which suited him just fine. He was enjoying his late bachelorhood to the max.
My wife and Mike’s weren’t along this trip, preferring to go to a ‘swap meet’ somewhere so they could buy more useless shit we didn’t need. Maybe that would sate Susan’s need for useless shit, and she would forego coming up here this year. That would be a huge relief, as she was as high maintenance on a hunting trip as she was at our home in River Oaks. Mike’s good-looking wife, Sara, wasn’t as bad, but she was flirty and far too tempting to be around.
The giggling of the women broke into my reverie. The other three guys at my table kept yammering, but I surreptitiously turned my full attention to the ladies.
Usually, I can tell a woman’s age, but these three were ageless. There were a few clues that the slender shorthaired blonde was older than my age of forty-nine, but the other two could have been slightly younger or older. The one with platinum hair had a very young face and a tall slender body with long legs, but the longhaired brunette with blonde highlights was the one who fascinated me.
She was wearing a short body-hugging dress that proved beyond a doubt that she had gorgeous legs, a curvy body with a round ass and perky tits, the swell of which peeped out of the low cut dress. From her wiggling around while they laughed and talked, I already knew she was wearing thigh high stockings with lacy tops, and her thighs invited me to crawl between them and feast. My fascination grew when I heard her throaty voice describing a sculpture of a well-endowed naked man she had seen.
The lovely ladies were sitting at their table on the front porch when we arrived, and they were drinking the homemade Sangria that was the specialty of the wine bar, as were we. Their glasses were nearly empty, and there were signs they would leave soon, so I went to the bar and ordered a round for both tables. The bartender came around and started filling two pitchers; she grinned at me, nodded to the front porch, and asked “See something you like over there?”
I looked confused, so she explained, “They come in every Thursday; one is a widow, one is divorced, and one is happily married. Men frequently buy them drinks, but it never goes anywhere. Plus, they are a bit older than you and your buddies; are you sure you wouldn’t rather wait for me and my two friends, who are sitting on the couch in the other room?” I looked, and they were really cute young thirty-somethings who looked like they were here to party.
“I’m not trying to hustle them, sweetheart, I just appreciate their happy conversation and good looks. You should pay them to sit on the front porch: I was headed to the bar down the street, but turned in here because I saw them.”
“Okay, since your intentions are honorable — the blonde, Gale, is widowed; her husband was a cop killed in the line of duty. The tall one, Jan, is divorced; she’s an artist whose husband liked to play in San Antonio when she was away at art shows. The little curvy one, Katy, is married with grown kids. She’s sexy as hell and loves to flirt, but don’t get your hopes up. Her husband is a rich dude; I don’t know his real name, but everyone calls him Blue.
She leaned over, giving me a better look at here formidable titties; she spoke quietly, in a conspiratorial manner: “Can you guess why they call him Blue?” I shrugged. “Because the Blue Whale has the biggest penis of all mammals; see why she’s hard to pick up? Her hubby is rich, personable, and hung like a Blue Whale!”
I rolled my eyes, and repeated, “I’m not trying to pick them up; just talk a bit.”
She laughed: “Well, we have a big table out back that will accommodate all seven of you, and a concrete slab for dancing. It’s quieter and more private out there, if you can convince them to move. Anyway, have fun, but don’t forget me and my friends when they leave you high and dry.” She petted my arm, winked, and handed me the pitchers of Sangria.
I returned to the front porch, where I set one pitcher on our table, and carried the other to theirs. “I don’t want to interrupt your fun, but I’ve enjoyed your happy chatter and the beauty you bring to the porch so much I brought you a pitcher of your favorite drink. May I?” They looked up skeptically, evaluated me for a moment, and the hot but married one replied, “We were about to leave, but maybe one more, since you are such a gentleman.” She raised her glass; I poured, and then poured for the other two.
“These are my friends: Tom, Mike, John, and I’m Tim. And you are?” “I’m Jan,” the taller one offered; “this is Gale, and this is Katy.” Katy was the hot married one, Gale the one with short blonde hair and a slender body.
“Since we all know each other now, and I’m such a gentleman, the bartender told me there is a round table out back where we could sit together and visit. Would you join us?” They looked at each other, looked us over again, and Jan answered, “I think we would enjoy that, as long as you understand this is visiting, and not something more.”
“Gotcha,” Mike replied. “We make it a rule to never turn down a chance to talk to pretty ladies, regardless of the ground rules.”
We may have agreed, but we’re fairly wise old foxes; we seated them so it was girl between two boys. I sat to Katy’s right; Mike was to her left, so the three marrieds were together. Gale was to my right, then Tom, then Jan, and finally John, who had the open chair to his right. John and Jan paired off and began a conversation almost immediately; both were tall, lanky, and good looking, with outgoing personalities, so that wasn’t a surprise.
Tom and John were older than Mike and I by almost a decade, but Jan seemed unconcerned.
How well Tom and Gale hit it off was a surprise. He was usually reserved and a bit reticent around women, but he was gazing deeply into Gale’s blue eyes like a happy puppy, and she obviously appreciated his adoration because she was happily chattering away.
Mike and I had our hands full with the vivacious Katy, who almost immediately began touching and teasing us. As she turned from man to man, her short dress rode up until we were looking at the delectable, well-tanned thighs above her thigh highs. Up close, she was so damned cute I wanted to put my arm around her, give her a big hug, pick her up, and set her on my lap! Mike looked equally smitten, and she read both of us like a book! Her vivacious flirting increased in equal proportion to our fascination.
The pitchers of Sangria quickly disappeared, so, over the not-very-strenuous protests of “I’ve had enough” I went back inside for another.
“You guys are having way more success than I’d have guessed. Is that because of your charm, or have the Cougars selected you for their evening meals?” Brianna the bartender teased, while she filled a pitcher. “I’m not sure who selected who for their evening meal, but I’ll definitely feast or be feasted upon if given a chance,” I answered.
She handed me the pitcher; I turned to leave, but then turned back; “You said Cougars; how old are they?” She gave me a grin, shook her head, and waggled her finger. “Never ask a lady’s age! Let’s just say they are old enough, and leave it at that. By the way, the one you are eyeing like a tasty treat; remember that she’s got a very yummy husband that every girl and woman in town wants, so you will need to bring your A game to pull her away from him for a night.” I winked and went back out.
After setting the pitcher on the table, I asked Katy if she would like to dance. They were playing classic rock songs that went back into the 1960s and 70s as well as country songs. Silver Wings was playing as she walked into my arms, and I was immediately aware of her jutting breasts against my chest and the way her butt flared from her hip. She danced close without being too close, followed me effortlessly, and looked up at me with those green/hazel eyes while we talked. I was growing more enchanted by the moment.
The next song was The Tennessee Waltz; I asked her for another, she accepted, and we waltzed. She was a light as air, and I determined that her boobs were probably natural B-C cup, but they stood out like a teenager’s.
The third song was a rocker by the Rolling Stones — Jumping Jack Flash. I started to steer her toward the table, but she pulled me back and threatened, “If you don’t dance this song with me, I’m going home!” Now, I’m certainly not Patrick Swayze on a dance floor, but I can rock and roll, so I accepted. The other two women drug the other three men onto the floor, and we learned as a string of rock songs played that however old the ladies were, they were far better dancers and far better conditioned than we were.
It was a cool night, but I had a light sheen of sweat on my face; the women looked as cool as ever, without any trace of smudged makeup. I was thrilled when the tempo changed and Ebb Tide came on, but Mike beat me to Katy and took her in his arms. She was more relaxed with him, perhaps because the others stayed to slow dance. I saw the pitcher was empty when I got back to the table, so I took it inside to trade for another.
“Those ladies can ROCK, can’t they?” the bartender enthused. “Wow! We were watching out the window, and you guys are pretty good, but you couldn’t keep up AT ALL!”
With a grin, she continued as if bemused. “Maybe that’s because Gale and Jan take the dance exercise classes that Katy teaches two mornings per week. Oh, and they all do Pilates twice a week, AND they play in a tennis league.” She cocked an eyebrow, and asked, “You claim this is all innocent fun, but ask yourself if you are in good enough condition to survive a night in bed with her?”
She crooked her head and assessed me; “After a closer look, I kinda doubt it. Her hubby calls her his Sex Machine, and you look like you spend too much time behind a desk.” I ignored the insult, which was accurate, and questioned her; “Huh? Her hubby told you that his wife is a sex machine?” “No, but it got a little drunk in here one night and a guy asked him if she was in good in bed as she looked. He laughed and answered, ‘I don’t call her Minx and Kathleen the Sex Machine for nothing!'”
I took the pitcher out and set it on the table. When that song ended and another slow one started, I cut in. Mike went back to the table, and I took her in my arms. She looked up and gave me a dreamy smile; damn, she cute! “Minx, huh? So tell me – why is that your nickname?” Without a bit of embarrassment she replied, “That is one of my husband’s pet names for me: he also calls me his Sex Machine and his Sex Bunny. Who told you that? Brianna, I’ll bet!” “Yes, she did. But why does he call you that?”
Actually, the answer was obvious — she did look like a curvy little 5’3″ built-for-sex machine, and she was in phenomenal condition. Brianna was right: I’d struggle to keep up! Hell, I’m sure any male would have trouble keeping up with her, but, at least Mike was available to help, so maybe between us…
“A gentleman does not ask a lady about her sex life!” she huffed, but with a grin. I stepped back to get a little separation between us, and looked her over carefully, beginning with her brightly painted toes, her cute little feet and ankles, proceeding along those luscious legs, across her small waist, over those delectable tits, and ending with her grinning eyes. “Never mind; I think I figured it out.”
She pinched me and, in that husky voice, asked, “What did you decide?” “I decided you are the Eveready Bunny in bed, and you would likely cripple me if I took you on…alone. If Mike would help me, however, I’m confident I’d survive and have a memory to keep me warm the rest of my life!”
She pinched me again, but she looked intrigued. “You are rude and arrogant, aren’t you? Are you sure you and Mike can get the job done? It might take all four of you!” “And I’m sure they would be more than happy to help out, but they seem otherwise occupied. Will they survive your friends?” “Jan will be kind; she’s a love-making kind of girl. Gale, well, I don’t know much about her. This is the first time I’ve seen her look interested in a man since her husband died. That might mean she’s wearing out a lot of batteries, she has a ‘special friend’, or, she has six years of pent-up sex ready to explode and destroy your buddy.”
“What about you, Sex Bunny? Do you wear out a lot of batteries, have a special friend, or does Hubby give you all you need?” She didn’t back away from my challenge: “Hubby is a stallion, and he takes really good care of me…when he’s around. Unfortunately, he travels a lot. He’s been hunting in Canada for a week and won’t be back until next week, so I’m looking for a battery sale.”
The song ended, she giggled, warned me not to say anything, and we went back to the table. I picked up the pitcher and asked, “Do you need a fresh drink, Minx?” She glared, slapped me on the thigh, and exclaimed, “Yes, asshole. And then you need to go sit in the empty chair over there!” I poured her drink and mine, and then sat down in my usual chair. “I told you to move!” she said commandingly, suppressing a grin.
“I would, but then I wouldn’t be able to see those gorgeous legs and the lacy tops of your hose as well.”
Everyone at the table had been chuckling at our exchange, but now they roared. Katy gave up, and laughed with them, shaking her pretty head before pulling her dress down a couple of inches and draining her cup of Sangria.
For the next hour Mike and I took turns dancing with Katy, while the others remained paired up. She kept a respectable distance, but her friends were belly to belly with mine, and they were whispering while they danced.
As the witching hour approached, a nervous Gale approached us: “Katy, can you get these guys to give you a ride home? John is going to drive me home, since I’m a little tipsy, and Tom is going to drive Jan home for the same reason.” Katy raised an eyebrow, but responded, “Don’t worry; I live three blocks from here, remember? I can walk. I’ll see you tomorrow at Pilates.”
After her friends left, she danced a lot closer, whether her partner was me or Mike. In fact, she was rubbing her mons on the hard cocks we sported on the dance floor, and at the table she was showing us those lovely legs all the way to her white lace panties. We also learned that her bra matched her panties, and that her perky tits were round and high on her chest.
I cajoled, “I heard you mention having a hot tub; I’d love to get in one and relax tonight.” She brightened, and replied, “That sounds like a great idea… if you both promise to be good boys!”
We did, of course, and she added, “Then we need to be circumspect leaving here. This is a small town with a lot of gossips, including Brianna. I’m going to stop by the bar and tip her, then start walking home on the street that crosses the highway a block south. You guy go north around the square, drive around for ten minutes or so, and circle back. My house is in the middle of the second block; it has a six-foot board fence around the sides and back, and a wrought iron fence in front. Pull in and park behind the shrubs so no one can see your pickup.”
We arrived exactly ten minutes later, after riding around and planning our strategy. Much would depend on her reactions, so we had plans A, B, and C; all, however, ended up with us missing the morning hunt, but having memories to last a lifetime.
The shrubs we parked behind were actually a massive growth of primrose jasmine that grew parallel to the street, so our truck really was invisible. Katy met us on the front porch wearing a sleeveless cover up. Her bare arms and legs looked firm and strong yet feminine, and she had her hair up in a bun. We ogled her as we walked up; she smiled at our impertinence, and gave us each a kiss on the cheek in payment.
She led us around back to the big covered pavilion that housed their hot tub, as well as a well-equipped outdoor kitchen and a wet bar. The groomed part of the back yard was probably an acre or more, with a pool maybe 20 steps out from the kitchen, but native plants surrounded the lawn to the west and south. Their ‘house’ would be called an estate in Houston, with all the grass, flowerbeds, shrubs, and native plants, and at least twenty big oaks and Pecan trees. We complimented her on the layout, so she turned on a few more lights and pointed out her favorite things, which included a building next to the back fence that housed ‘our workout room’.
She walked back to the light switches and told us to read the sign: Welcome to our hot tub; bathing suits optional. In a teasing voice she asked, “Since I’m confident you didn’t bring swim suits, your choice is nude or boxers, but only if they are clean!” I looked at Mike and we started taking off clothes. She turned off the lights in the yard, but left the lights on in the pavilion and watched us undress. I’m not shy, and neither of us has anything to be ashamed of in the cock department, so we stripped naked, laid our clothes on a chair, and climbed into the hot tub; it felt heavenly.
Katy turned off all the lights except some indirect lighting on the poles of the pavilion, took off her cover up, and walked to the steps. He turned on the lighting wheel in the hot tube so it changed colors every few seconds, and climbed the three steps. She straightened up and paused for a moment on the top step for effect. The bright blue bikini was outlined in white; it accented and displayed her assets perfectly!
“Now THAT is a heavenly body!” Mike stated. “UMMM!” I agreed. She smirked, stepped onto the shelf inside the tub, and then down into the tub; she pivoted and sat down on an area with a lot of jets. “Ahhh!” she purred, as she was immersed in the hot water and the jets propelled relaxing streams against her.
She leaned her head back and started kicking her feet gently near the surface. She was talking to us, but we were highly distracted because the light wheel gave us a great view of her shapely legs and the tiny bikini that barely covered the good stuff. We carried on the best conversation we could while sitting there naked watching her lovely body and trying to hide our hardons, but I have no remembrance of what was said.
I was much more intent on observing the cutest, sexiest woman I’d been around since I was in my early twenties. However old she was, she filled out the bikini better than a teenager, and was more shapely than any older woman I’d encountered. Our wives were still lovely, but in spite of diet and gym memberships, their waists had thickened, asses fallen, and their tits sagged a bit. Katy had tits barely contained by her bikini, a narrow waist that flared into wide hips, a round butt, and those maddeningly gorgeous legs! If she were a member of our country club group of 40-and 50-somethings, she would be the most desirable.
Perhaps because we were such poor conversationalists, she decided we needed music. She climbed back out, giving us another view of her round ass getting out and used the remote laying on the table to turn on a CD player. Getting back in gave us another look at her remarkable assets, and we both told her how luscious she looked. She smiled, and resumed torturing us with those hypnotically kicking legs.
My cock was hard enough to break steel and my balls were hanging low; I slid onto the seat beside her, and Mike slid on the other side. It was tight, but we both fit, even if it meant being skin to skin with her. “Someone is overdressed for this party. How about we help you shed those unnecessary items so you can be dressed in accordance with the rules for the hot tub?”
“It says OPTIONAL; there is nothing about bathing suits not being allowed!” she responded without moving anything but her lovely legs and feet.
I put my arm behind her and untied the strings of the halter behind her neck. She put her hands over the cups of her bikini and chided me, “I didn’t say you could do that!” “You’ve been teasing us with those boobies all night; please let us see them!” Mike pleaded.
“They are too little!” she replied coquettishly. “My husband says I have the tits of a fourteen-year old! You will just make fun of me!” “That would be a very well-endowed fourteen year old,” I opined. “Give us a peep: I guarantee we won’t make fun of you.
She slowly lowered the cups of the top, exposing a quarter inch at a time, until the dark pink areoles came into sight. She held it there while we held our breaths, until finally Mike begged her to show us the rest. She looked back and forth, licked her lips, and then pulled the top down. She did have the round, firm, high tits of a fourteen year old, if the fourteen year old was a full B cup and her nipples pointed straight out. “My god!” Mike exclaimed, “They are exquisite!” “Absolutely luscious and delectable!” I agreed.
She smiled at our ardor and removed her hands. I quickly untied the string behind her back, and the top floated away. She sat there looking relaxed and proud, tits bobbing along the surface.
I couldn’t help myself: I leaned down, cupped one in my hand, put my other hand under her chest and pushed her just above the water. I lowered by mouth to the perky pink nipple with the half-dollar size aureole. Her tit was more than a mouthful, and quite sensitive; she moaned and put her hand behind my head as I showed my appreciation.
Mike watched for a moment, and then he kissed her on the mouth. His hand was soon squeezing and pulling on her other tit, so I let my left hand rub her thigh from knee to bathing suit and squeezed her tight ass with my other hand. She kept kissing Mike and moaning when I sucked, bit, or pulled her nipple with my mouth, teeth, and lips, so I left those lovely legs to explore her mons and barely-covered pussy. I discovered that ties also held the bottoms together, so I untied the near bow and grabbed her bare ass with my fingers in the cleft and my middle finger touching her starfish.
Katy was getting noisier with each passing moment. Mike’s hand left her tit, his mouth covered it, and he began rubbing her clit while I finger fucked her. With each perky titty covered by an active mouth, two fingers probing her depths, one rubbing her clit, and another rubbing her little knot, she only lasted a few minutes before she orgasmed with ‘unggghhhh’ while mashing our heads to her breasts.
After she came down, she pulled our heads away, pulled our fingers out of her juicy snatch, and told us it was time to get out of the hot tub and go inside. We agreed wholeheartedly, and followed her luscious bare ass out of the tub. She hung her bikini on a hook, tossed each of us a towel, dried herself hurriedly, wrapped the towel around her, tucked in at the top as only as woman can do, and opened the back door for us. When we were inside, she locked the door, told us to follow her, and walked through the entry hall into the huge master bedroom. She ordered us to ‘wait right here’ and disappeared into a gigantic bathroom.
I surveyed the room; the king bed was spot lighted by recessed lighting, and the covers were turned down invitingly. I hoped she would leave the lights on; I love to watch a beautiful woman cum, and I just knew she would go crazy with my mouth on her little kitty! Plus, I wanted an up close look at her curvy body; maybe then I could get a handle on her age.
She suddenly reappeared in the doorway to the bathroom with a scoped rifle; it was pointed toward the floor, but we both froze. “Briana probably didn’t mention that I’m also a sharpshooter and that I win most of the contests I participate in, did she? I’m only bragging about it because I need you to understand how seriously I take what I’m about to tell you. Do I have your attention? Good!
If I EVER find out that you told ANYONE about tonight, and, especially, if my husband ever hears about tonight, you will never feel safe walking in front of a window again. You will never feel safe sitting in a deer blind again, in this county or any other. You won’t even feel safe driving to work, or anywhere else in your car. Y’all understand me?”
Mike’s cock had deflated but mine was so hard it hurt! I do love a take-charge woman! “Katy, if you have a knife handy I’ll cut myself and sign in blood that I’ll never speak to anyone but you and Mike about tonight! Would you like that?”
She eyed me as if considering my offer, and then replied, “That’s not necessary, but I may require other sacrifices.” She winked and asked, “What about you, Mike?” “Yes, mam, I understand! Not one word will pass my lips!” She nodded, and disappeared again.
“Damn, she’s hot!” I told Mike. “About 5’3″, 120 pounds of badass fuck bunny! I’m in lust!”
He looked askance at me: “Ha! She scares the shit out of me!”
She was in the bathroom for a few minutes, and then appeared in the doorway wearing a see-through negligee. She posed with her arms on the sides of the doorway with one of those salt lamps in the bathroom silhouetting her, and asked, “What do you think?” I lost my voice momentarily; Mike just gaped. “Well?” she asked again, with a strange mix of defiance and need for reinforcement in her voice.
“You look… simply astounding!” I exclaimed, and she did! She might be a little thicker through the waist than she was in her prime, but curvaceous was the only word I could come up with to describe what I saw. Her nubbins poked the thin material, which settled around her round mounds. I could see that she wasn’t wearing anything but the sexy negligee, and my cock got painfully hard in anticipation.
She gave us that killer smile and sashayed to the bed. She used a little stool to climb up on the tall four-poster bed, sat on the edge, and patted the bed on either side, inviting us to sit beside her. Mike quickly took a seat, but I dropped on my knees, looked up at her, and stated, “I’d rather begin worshipping you from here, My Lady.”
I raised her left foot, admired it, and sucked each toe before licking the sole of her foot. She jerked in reflex, and goose bumps broke out on her legs. ‘My, such a sensitive lady’ I thought, before looking up to see Mike kissing her and caressing her breasts through the nightgown. I kissed, licked, bit, and sucked my way over her ankle and onto her calf, while stoking the other leg. She moaned into Mike’s mouth.
The treatment continued on and behind her knee, and she wiggled a bit. When I bit and sucked the inside of her thigh just south of that wet pussy, she wiggled a lot more and cried out. I retreated, and began the process again with her right foot. When I got to her upper thigh, she grabbed my head with her right hand and tried to pull it into her sodden, swollen, and fragrant cunt. Her left hand was stoking Mike’s cock, and they moaned into each other’s mouth as they kissed.
I was actually jealous that she was kissing him like a lover, but she turned him loose and cried, “Oh, yes!” when my mouth covered her cunt. I lapped at her light juices, licked each labium in turn, and then nudged her love button with a stiff tongue. She shrieked, and held my head there. “Oh my god! Yes, baby, yes! I love the way you eat my pussy!”
I backed off a bit and blew on her cunt, and then her clit; she moaned and tried to pull my face back into her wetness. I saw that Mike was now showing his appreciation of her pert titties.
I slipped both hands under her ass, and found that her wetness extended over her taint to her asshole, and the bed. I lapped at her clit, and slipped the index fingers of both hands into her wet pussy. Based on the noise emanating from her mouth and the wiggle-thrust of her hips, she was getting close.
I pulled the finger of my right hand out, ran it down her perineum to her little rose bud, and worked it around the pucker. After inserting a second finger of my left hand into her questing pussy, I inserted the right index finger into her tight little asshole, and then wormed it around. With two fingers inside her pussy and one in her asshole, I sucked hard on the whole area around her clit. She howled in orgasm, and nearly crushed my head between her powerful thighs. Mike was so amazed at the power of her orgasm he just leaned back and watched.
She slowly relaxed her grip on my head, relaxed her thighs, and lay back onto the bed. I kept her legs over my elbows as I rose, and slowly, gently inserted my thick 7″ cock into her still-quivering cunt; she inhaled deeply, and then sighed. Mike leaned down and kissed her.
I began steadily fucking her flooded pussy, and told her how hot, wet, and wonderful it was; she murmured into Mikes’ mouth, and her hips began thrusting in concert with mine.
I’d like to tell you that I fucked her into oblivion like a true stallion, but I was so overwrought I only lasted a short period of time, and that long only because I forced myself to recite the Astros lineup in my head. By the fifteen-minute mark I was out of control, and she spurred me on with her words and the thrusting and wiggling around my cock. When I came, her insides spasmed and she joined me.
After, and only after, I flooded her womb with cum, did I ask if that was okay; she giggled and answered, “Oh, don’t worry; I won’t get pregnant!” I was lying across her now, so I just sighed in contentment.
Mike had watched the fucking, and now he wanted his turn. She told him to wait; she wiggled up so she was fully on the bed, spread her thighs, and beckoned him in. Mike’s cock is longer than mine but not as thick; regardless, she told him it was wonderful.
I crawled up and lay beside her; she turned her head and began kissing me with an open mouth and lots of tongue. I stroked her everywhere I could reach, marveling at the softness of her skin and the hard muscles beneath.
Mike was holding his body above her with his hands, and his ass was almost a blur as he pummeled her. I massaged her tits while we kissed, and then slipped my right hand back under that firm ass. Again using her juices — well, our juices — I began to finger fuck her asshole. That proved again to be the trigger, and when she cried out in climax, Mike yowled in ecstasy.
Her hand had found my cock sometime during the festivities, and her deft manipulation had it swelling again. At this age it usually took at least an hour, if not all night, to reengage, but this sexy vixen had me hard as a rock in fifteen minutes! When Mike fell off to the side I was ready to hop aboard, but she insisted, “You two have me so full of cum I’m going to leak through the mattress cover and ruin the mattress! Let me go clean up!”
I turned her loose, but watched her scurry into the bathroom holding her hand over her cunt, which was still leaking juices down her legs. ‘Damn she has a great body for a mature lady’ I thought, and again wondered whether she was our age or younger.
She returned in a few minutes, giggled at our stares of appreciation, and posed again, hands on hips. “Turn all the way around — we want a 360 view of your incredible body!” She slowly pirouetted, pausing with her back to us, grinned over her shoulder while we ogled her round ass, and then posed again facing us.
“Katy, you are simply beautiful from head to toe! How do you keep yourself flawless?” I asked sincerely. She cocked her head to the side and studied me, deciding if I was just flattering her to get more sex. “I’m serious!” I assured her, “And I know Mike wants to know too. Our wives diet constantly and they claim they go to the gym every other day, but their skin is wrinkled, they have sunspots, and, frankly, their asses and boobs began sagging when they hit forty. I don’t know how old you are, but your skin is as flawless as your body!”
“Well, as you were told, we are workout warriors, so we stay fit and healthy. That’s the main thing.”
“I’m sure that is true, Katy, but it doesn’t explain your lack of wrinkles and sagging. I’m not trying to pry; we would like to know because we’d like to help our wives stay young, like you.”
She turned and backed that luscious butt right in front of our faces. “See this little mark on my butt near my hipbone? That is where I get my hormone pellets implanted. They help me maintain the estrogen and testosterone levels I had when I was in my twenties, so that help A LOT. I also take progesterone tablets, and get HGH treatments. My husband does the same things; we don’t want to ever stop enjoying life and sex!”
We both thanked her, and I told her it was working very well; she was the goddess of beauty and a sex goddess as well.
She laughed, moved us out of the way, climbed onto the bed, and instructed us to lay our heads on the pillows. “I’m a little bit cold; I want to get under the covers, so we need to lay the right direction.” When she was snuggled under the covers between us, we both began exploring her lush little body again. I slid down and pulled the covers over my head so I could lick and suckle her pretty titties. She liked that, and liked the way I gently rubbed her love button too.
Deciding she was ready again, I started to roll on top of her, but the pushed me onto my back, tossed a leg over me, and lowered her hot pussy onto my steel cock. She pulled the sheet up to drape over her, and proceeded to teach me how a cowgirl rides her man. My mouth clung to her titties while my hands grasped her firm but soft ass; I idly speculated as to how she could be so muscular, yet covered with a layer of the softest skin I’d ever felt. ‘Perhaps it’s the combination of exercise, yoga, and hormone treatments?’ I wondered, and decided I was going to have to find a way to get my wife into such a program.
I really never stood a chance once she was in control, but I lasted long enough to get to watch her throw the covers off, sit up straight, completely engulf my cock with her cunt, rub it forward and backward against my mons, and mistreat those luscious titties with her own hands until she screamed in pleasure. That called cum up from deep inside, and it erupted like a volcano. This time she collapsed on top of me, and purred like a kitten.
After a few minutes, she spoke into my shoulder in that sexy, husky voice. “I’ve never done anything like this before and probably won’t ever again, but I have to admit: I love it!”
I rubbed her butt, which was magnetic to my hands, and kissed her softly, like a spent lover should. She cooed in my ear when we broke, and I whispered praise of her luscious body and sexual skills. I came close to saying the L word, but realized that was foolish and would likely get me kicked out of the house too. It made me think though: I’d only said those words to two women in my life that weren’t part of my family, so how could I feel that way about someone I met only a few hours ago? Someone I knew nothing about, including her full name or who old she is; was my lust that great?
Mike was growing impatient again, and he wanted to do her from behind. She climbed off me and crawled up on her knees. I slipped out from under her; he knelt between her legs, and began plugging away. The look on Katy’s face said she was less than involved; maybe just doing her duty to #2. I fixed that when I played with her boobs with one hand and rubbed her clitty with the other.
After a few minutes, she began to push back as he pushed forward, and her face registered lust again. She grabbed me by the cock, which was only semi-hard at best, and ordered me to sit in front of her. When I was settled, she took my tired cock in her mouth and revitalized it with her tongue, mouth, and, when hard again, her throat.
Mike had her by the hips and was pumping at warp speed: “Reach under and rub her clit,” I commanded. He quickly complied, and she made little noises around my cock. Those noises turned into grunts, moans, whimpers, and then ‘aaarrrrnnnnggghhhh!” as she came hard yet again! Mike harmonized with ‘aaaeeeiiii’ as he came, and I just enjoyed watching the ecstatic faces.
Mike fell off, crawled up, and lay beside her. She halfheartedly sucked my cock, until I pulled her off, laid on her other side, and pulled her into the spoon position. She snuggled against me and thanked me for letting her rest. “Even the most energetic fuck bunny needs a little rest from time to time,” I assured her, and held her while she slipped off to sleep. Mike was already snoring, so I relaxed and drifted off.
Some hours later I felt her pull out of my arms, crawl to the foot of the bed, and go to the bathroom. I needed to go too, but I didn’t want to interrupt her, so I slipped back outside and peed on the grass. I was back in bed when she returned, carrying something.
She came around to my side, climbed onto the bed, and whispered, “I think I wore Mike out, but your hard cock between my buns has me churning again; I assume you are up for something different?” I assured her I was, and she arranged us in the spooning position again. This time, though, she put her top leg between mine, her bottom leg under mine, and wiggled until my cock was just touching her wet lips. “Put this in my butt,” she ordered, and handed me a well-lubed vibrating butt plug. I worked it in, thinking how lucky that thing was to get to go there, and then watched as she turned on a vibrator with a ball at the top. She imbedded my cock in her, and then pressed the vibrating ball on her clit; the vibration, and that knowledge that the little fuck bunny had more tricks to try, made my cock as hard as steel for the third time.
I’d never been with a woman who knew her own body better, and I participated joyfully as she made herself cum time after time, until it was one orgasm on top of another. “Take the butt plug out!” she begged, while she turned off the vibe. “Now, put your big cock in my tight little hole and fuck my ass!” she demanded. I happily complied, and mauled her titties while I did it. When I heard and felt a vibration again, I looked between our legs and determined she had replaced my cock with a rabbit vibrator that filled her pussy while also tickling her clit!”
“You ARE insatiable- your nicknames are perfect.” I whispered as I watched her pretty profile. She arched her neck, grabbed the hand that was holding her tit, and used it to maul the round mound. Soon, the orgasms began washing over her one after another, and the feeling of her tight ass spasming around my cock became more than I could handle. I didn’t have enough sperm to fill her ass like I had her pussy, but it was enough to make her go stiff and scream in pleasure. Her hand fell off mine and off the vibrator, and she was out like a light! I turned the vibrator off, kissed her beside her open mouth, and cuddled up to her.
“That was so hot I almost got another hard on!” Mike enthused. “I’d wake her and try again, but I fear this time she would permanently injure me, so I’m going to leave well enough alone.” He lay there for a moment, then asked, “Should we slink away and go back to the lease, or what?”
“I ain’t leaving until she kicks me out. I may not be able to get another hard on, but just holding this scrumptious little thing is its own reward!” I proclaimed. She didn’t open her eyes, but ‘mmmmmm’ came out of her throat in appreciation when I pressed my body tightly against her.
We did sleep, for a while, and then that great ass pressing back against my hard-again cock woke me. I changed my position enough to enter her from behind, and we began the ancient rhythm. Mike awoke; he watched for a while, giving him another boner. She saw it, grabbed it, and whispered, “Fuck my face, Mikey. I want your cock in my mouth while your friend fucks my wanton pussy. I want to live up to my billing as the fuck bunny sex machine!”
‘Mikey’ could not fuck her face with us all lying on our sides, so she got on her knees and I mounted her doggie. Mikey sat with his back against the headboard and she gave him a blowjob that curled his toes. We were both shooting air by this round, but she still gushed when she came, flooding my cock and balls, and then her legs.
We slept again, but she woke us with the warning that it was getting light and we had to leave! Mike and I grabbed her clothes and joined her in the bathroom. We cleaned off with wet washcloths she provided, and then she donned a robe ‘to see us out’.
I spotted a framed picture on her dressing table when I sat down to put on my socks. Centered in the picture was Katy, wearing a white lace dress, and some big man with his arm around her. On either side were two young men that looked like the man and two young women who looked like Katy.
There was a cake in the center of the table with 50 written in icing, and a big banner high on the wall behind them that read “Happy 50th Anniversary”. I froze as my brain refused to calculate her likely age, then turned to her and asked, “How old ARE YOU, Katy?”
Katy leaned that hot body on my back, her luscious tits resting on my shoulder, and said, “That was our 50th wedding anniversary party last year. We got married when I was 22, so you do the math.”