by Catey Redd
She felt like she was 19 years old again, and not a nearly 50-year-old woman cheating on her lousy husband right there in her own home.
Tomas had made her feel that way. He made her feel so good. He loved her body and the fact that she was a sexy, horny older woman that needed his hot cock.
He'd wanted her, and he made his move on her, and she was glad she decided to go for it after turning him down the day before.
It was such a turn on for her to fuck this hot college stud, and she knew she was giving Tomas the ride of his life, fucking him way better than any of those 19-year-old sorority chicks could.
She leaned forward and kissed him as she slid up and down on his dick, his hands on her full breasts, squeezing them and cupping them and pinching her nipples as they both moaned into one another's mouths.
Heather's pussy was getting wetter and wetter with each downward stroke, and soon her fluid was flowing on his shaft, making their friction so hot and juicy as they fucked loud and noisy, filling the living room with the rhythmic slaps of skin on skin.
She lifted herself off his cock briefly so she could turn around and sit on his lap reverse-cowgirl style, bouncing up and down on him as one of his hands fondled her breast and the other rubbed her clit.
Soon, she was screaming with orgasm yet again while his pulsating cock filled her pussy so good.
She was amazed Tomas hadn't come yet, but she knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
She was determined to fuck him so good and hard that he couldn't do anything but shoot so much jizz inside her.
She was grinding her pussy on him, gyrating her hips, feeling his dick deep in her, so fucking deep, deeper than her husband's dick had ever gone.
But Heather wanted to look at Tomas when he came. She wanted to see the look on his face when he shot all of his cum inside her.
She got off his dick and got down next to him on the sofa, spreading her legs for him to roll over and get on top of her and fuck her.
"Ohh fuck honey, yes, yes, take me, fuck me hard, so fucking hard!!” Heather screamed out as Tomas pumped in and out so deep and fast.
"It's all for you, all for you, my pussy is yours, fuck me, fuck my pussy, your pussy, Fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes, yes!!!” she shrieked, looking up into his face.
His expression was one of intense focus and ecstasy as he got closer and closer and closer to coming.
“Fill me up, fill me up with your cum!!!” Heather shouted, hungry for his hot load deep inside her.
She began to come again from the pounding he was giving her, her juices all over his shaft.
He pulled almost all the way out and then he slammed it home again, over and over and over.
Tomas shuddered, and he let out a groan, and he thrust his deep in Heather’s cunt slowly but powerfully as it grew thicker inside her.
Suddenly, he exploded, his pulsing cock gushing cum inside her pussy one thick spurt at a time.
Heather moaned, yelped, giggled, and gasped all at once, feeling every jet of his sticky semen flooding her insides.
"Oh fuck yes, fuck yessssss!" she panted, holding onto his forearms while the strong, orgasmic spasms of her pussy walls gripped his cock, drawing out every last drop that he had to give her.
Tomas had barely finished coming, and they were both sweaty and breathing hard, when they heard the noise at the same time.
Somebody was coming in the house.
Tomas pulled his cock out of Heather and turned around just in time to see a man in a suit walking into the house.
It was Heather’s husband Dante.
Chapter Five
Dante saw his wife naked, laying on the sofa with her legs spread wide, staring right at him with a shocked look on her face, and Tomas standing there next to her naked, his cock getting soft but still very large, and covered in sperm and pussy cream.
"What the...," Dante said, standing there staring at them, trying to process what he was looking at, unable to get any more words out.
"What the fuck are you doing home so early?!" Heather said.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he retorted.
"What does it fucking look like?" Heather snapped angrily. "I'm getting fucked, and fucked better than you could ever fuck me!"
Dante's mouth hung open.
His face turned red.
He didn't know what the hell to say.
"This is Tomas, he just fucked me so fucking good, just like I needed, since you don’t even like fucking me anymore," she said. "Isn't that right?"
"No, it's not like—”
"Shut the fuck up!" Heather shouted at her husband.
"I'm sorry," Dante whispered.
Tomas had a shocked look on his face, seeing how Dante so quickly shrunk back from his wife. Her husband was scared of her, it seemed.
"You missed it, honey," Heather said to Dante. "If you'd only gotten here a couple of minutes earlier, you would have seen Tomas fucking me so hard and shooting so much cum in me, so deep. Do you want to see what he put in me?"
"I...I...," Dante stammered.
But before he could do anything else, Heather grinned at him while reaching down and spreading her pussy open with her fingers so he could see globs of white spunk oozing out of her hole.
"See?" she said. "So much, right? So much cum for me. He knows how to fuck, how to give me what I need, so much of what I need."
"Yeah, I guess so," Dante said as Tomas looked at him, then at Heather, then back at Dante.
"Ummm, maybe I should go," Tomas said.
"No!” Heather said. "He's the one who should go. He fucking interrupted us. I was planning to fuck you some more, unless you don't wanna fuck me anymore?"
"I didn't say that," Tomas grinned.
"Good," Heather smiled back at him.
She felt so good, so powerful. She had gotten what she needed and she didn't feel the least bit bad about it.
Her husband had caught her in the act, but so what? He deserved to see it.
Dante deserved to know that a hot college stud so much better at sex than him was giving her the pleasure that he had been denying her for so long.
Tomas had wanted her, he had desired her, when her husband had taken her for granted and didn't so much as touch her, thinking that no other man would want her, now that she was getting older.
Well, Dante was wrong, really fucking wrong, Heather thought.
And now he was learning his lesson.
But Heather didn't even really care about that nearly as much as how hot and horny she was feeling for Tomas, and how she and her sexy stud were just getting started.
"Why don't you leave and come back later, much later," Heather said to her husband.
It wasn't so much a request as a demand, and he knew it.
Slumped in defeat, he turned and slowly shuffled toward the door, looked over his shoulder at his wife once more, and then he left the house.
"Wow, holy shit, did that just happen?!" Tomas said.
"Yep," Heather sighed. "It was a long time coming."
"I can't believe he didn't try to kick my ass," Tomas said.
Heather burst out laughing.
"Him, kick your ass?!" she said after a moment. "I don't think so. He's a fucking pussy. You saw him. He saw the big mess you made inside my cunt and he didn't do a damn thing except turn around and leave."
"Wow," Tomas said again, shaking his head.
"You're not too freaked out, are you?" Heather said to him.
"I mean, maybe a little," Tomas said, “but—"
"You don't want to go, do you?" Heather whimpered softly, her fingers stroking her cum-drenched cunt as she smiled at him, then she glanced down at his cock dangling between his legs. "I was hoping you'd stay. I meant it when I said I wanted to fuck you some more."
Tomas didn't say anything, but his cock did all the talking, beginning to rise up again and get stiff as Heather looked at it.
A big grin appeared on her face when after only another f
ew seconds, his dick was as hard as before, pointing straight at her.
"Is that for me?" she said, smiling at Tomas, who grinned back at her.
"You're so fucking hot," he said as he moved toward Heather.
She got up from the couch and took him in her arms for another embrace, pressing her hot body up against him again as they kissed.
"Let's go to the bed," she said, taking Tomas by the hand. "I wanna fuck you every which way we can, all night long."
He nodded as she pulled him toward the bedroom, for hours more uninterrupted fucking.
It marked just the beginning of Heather's newly liberated, incredibly hot, and unbelievably satisfying sex life with Tomas…and any and every other hot college stud like him who wanted to get a taste of what a sexy older woman like Heather had to offer.
HE PLEASURED MY WIFE
Chapter One
“Hey there, city slicker," my wife Sloane teased me when she got home. “Are you ready for a weekend in the boonies?"
"I don't know, I didn't buy myself any overalls yet," replied.
"Now be nice, Nicholas, these are my people," Sloane said as she sat down her bag and came over and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss.
"You haven't been around those people in twenty years," I said.
"Maybe," she smiled, "but it's still in my blood."
"What is it? You can take the woman out of the country but you can't take the country out of the woman?" I said.
"Something like that," my wife laughed.
Sloane and I had lived in the city ever since we were married 14 years earlier, not long after we both graduated from the college where we met.
We're both 38 now. I work on Wall Street, and she works for a digital marketing company.
We're city people through-and-through, no doubt about it. I grew up in the suburbs just outside the city, but Sloane was born and raised way upstate, in farm country basically.
It's about a four-hour drive from the city, but it might as well be another planet.
We used to go up there once or twice a year to visit their parents, but after they moved down to Florida, we just kind of stopped going.
But Sloane's 20th high school reunion was happening on Sunday at a lodge near her hometown, and the night before was the big festival they have every year on this huge farm, where there's bands and tons of food and pretty much everybody from towns all across the area shows up.
We went one year, many years ago, and it was actually kind of fun, especially because that whole lifestyle — you know, farms and country music, and down-home barbecue and fried squirrel, or whatever it is they eat up there — was so foreign to me.
Sloane wanted to make a whole weekend of it, first the festival and then the reunion.
I figured what the hell, it would be fine to get away from the city for a couple of days and do something different, although two or three days up there was going to be plenty for me.
"You all packed?" I said.
"Yep, all ready to go, let me just change out of my work clothes," Sloane said, taking off her blazer as she went into the bedroom.
She came out a few minutes later with her blonde hair in a ponytail. She was wearing skinny jeans and a fitted blue T-shirt.
Now, my wife is so fucking hot, with such an incredible body, that she can make even the most mundane outfit look so damn sexy.
"What?" she said, noticing that I was staring at her.
"Nothing, you just look great," I smiled.
"Awww, honey, you're so sweet," she said, coming over and kissing me again as I held her close.
"Honey!" she gasped, feeling my cock starting to get hard in my khakis and pressing against her leg.
"Sorry, you really look great!" I grinned.
Sloane started to giggle. "We don't have time for, you know, that," she said. "We need to hit the road before it gets too late."
"Fine," I sighed.
"Don't worry," my wife said, reaching down and playfully patting my crotch, "I might be able to squeeze you in sometime this weekend."
"Oh, good," I said. I carried our bags down to the garage in the basement of our building, loaded up the car, and off we went.
It was pretty late when we got to the hotel.
We checked in and went up to our room, and got ready for bed. When Sloane came out of the bathroom in just her panties and little tank-top — her usual sleeping attire — I started to get horny again while staring at her hot body.
When my wife slipped into the bed, I pulled her into my arms and we started to kiss.
"Honey, I'm so tired," she said softly. "I want to, but, can we wait until tomorrow?"
"Sure, of course," I said.
Truthfully, I was pretty tired myself from the long drive. Even though I wanted to fuck my wife so bad, I didn't really have the energy for some really hot sex.
In a few minutes we were both fast asleep.
The next morning, we woke up and got some breakfast at this little diner near the hotel, and then my wife wanted to drive around and see some of the old places and landmarks from way back in the day.
"Can we go back to the room and squeeze in a quickie, first?" I said as we left the diner.
Sloane laughed.
"You! Is that all that's on your mind," she said.
"What if it is?" I smiled.
She stopped me in the parking lot and kissed me.
"Keep your pants on, cowboy," she whispered in my ear. "I'll ride you like a bronco later tonight, when we get back from the fest."
"Whatever you say, cowgirl," I said, kissing my wife again before we got back in the car and spent the next few hours driving all over the countryside.
Chapter Two
It was late in the afternoon when we arrived at the festival, and the party had already been in full gear for hours.
There were so many people there, way more than there had been the last time we were there many years earlier.
Hand in hand Sloane and I walked around, checking everything out, all the food stalls, and the livestock auctions, and the games and demos, and the blues and country bands that were playing, and all of that fun stuff, basically like a big ol' country fair.
Suddenly, a woman's voice called out, "Sloane? Sloane Williams? Is that you?!"
"Williams" is my wife's maiden name.
We both turned around and a whole group of people, like almost 20 of them, were walking towards us.
"Oh my God!" my wife squealed.
The woman who had said her name was Sloane's old school friend Lisa. They hadn't seen each other in 20 years.
They hugged each other tightly. Most of the others were also old friends of Sloane's from school. A few of them were the spouses or significant others.
They were all in town for the reunion the next night, just like we were. My wife introduced me to all of them. It was hard to remember all of their names. It was a mix of men and women.
Some of them looked a lot older than Sloane, even though they were all the same age.
It was no exaggeration to say that Sloane was the hottest of the bunch by far.
We joined their big group, all of us walking around the fair.
I was talking to some of Sloane's old classmates, getting to know them and hearing funny stories about my wife back in the day, while my wife was talking excitedly with some of the others, catching them up on her life.
As the sun set, we all found ourselves standing in front of this big stage with several hundred other people checking out this great country band.
We were all dancing and having a good time.
After a little while, me and the husband of one of Sloane's old classmates went to get some beers.
The line was long at the beer stand, so it took a while for us to get back to the group.
When we did, I noticed that my wife was dancing with one of the guys from the group.
He'd been introduced to me but I couldn't remember his name. They were dancing about 20 yards from wh
ere I was standing, and they were really into it, laughing and talking as they moved.
Casually, I asked one of my wife's other classmates, this woman Crystal, who the guy was that Sloane was dancing with.
"Clark, you mean?" she said.
"Oh yeah, Clark," I said, remembering his name from the introductions earlier.
"They used to date, you know," Crystal grinned.
"Oh, did they?" I said.
"Yup," Crystal said. "Junior and senior year. They were quite the item."
"Were they?" I said.
"Yeah," Crystal said. "Clark still lives in town, one of the few who never left. He just loves it here.”
My wife and her old boyfriend were dancing rather closely, his hand on her side as they gyrated their hips to the rhythm and the beat of the music, smiling and laughing the whole time.
Sloane didn't notice that I was watching them.
She was just really enjoying herself, and being around him, that much was obvious.
I started to feel a tiny little pang of jealousy, but then I laughed it off.
Why the fuck was I feeling jealous?
This guy was her boyfriend over half a lifetime ago.
She never mentioned him to me, so obviously she didn't really give much of a shit about him anymore, and she hadn't seen him in two decades.
He was good looking, no doubt about it, but I was better looking, and I was pretty sure I was more successful than him.
I didn't want to make too many assumptions, but hell, I had one hell of a career in the financial sector in the biggest city in the world, and Sloane and I were living the high life with an expensive apartment in one of the trendiest neighborhoods in the city.
Clark was still living up here in farm country.
Good for him, I thought, if that's what made him happy.
But it's not like he really had anything of value to offer my wife.
Oh well, I thought, as I watched them dance. They had their puppy love all those years ago.
Whatever.
Sloane and I had a real, grown-up love story.
A wonderful marriage, and a hot sex life.