by Leah Kent
Chapter Three
An hour later Cindy arrived in the small downtown section of town. Before getting out of the car she took a quick peak in the mirror, smoothed her hair down, and re-applied her lipstick.
For an hour or so she sat outside a coffee shop, taking in the mid day air and looking forward to her date the next day. At this time of day it was mostly young mothers with their children in this area of town.
A few workers, blue-collar type guys were also in the area working on one of the new development projects. She caught herself staring a bit too hard at the tattoos and hard muscles they displayed. A few of them passed by the coffee shop carrying large buckets which only made their muscles looked that much more rippled and defined in the sun.
She only had on a sundress and she had a burning urge to touch herself. The mere thought of doing something so naughty and risqué made her smile and blush. She didn’t know what was coming over her. It had been months, maybe years since she had felt this sort of burning sexual desire. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to go without getting fucked. She wanted a strong, manly man to put his hands all over her, to rip her clothes off and throw her down on the bed. She wanted a man to be completely possessed by his desire for her. She would try to resist, but he would overcome her, easily pushing past her defenses. Then the fantasy of more than one man taking her, pounding her became too strong for her to resist any longer.
She had to have those construction workers. They were just the kind of men to give her wet, swollen pussy a good pounding. She paid her check and left the cafe.
Her legs felt wobbly beneath her. She was afraid, terrified really that other people in town could sense her desire, could sense her desperation. Her panties were completely soaked through. She thought that maybe she should go home and change. But there was no time for that right now. She was on the prowl. Then the word cougar came back into her mind and all she could do was laugh. That’s exactly what she was.
She approached the construction site, sipping her iced coffee and trying to look as innocent as possible. When she got within twenty feet of the workers, one of them turned around and stared at her. He kept eyes locked on her for several moments. She could feel his intensity, his desire. Her legs wobbled a bit more. She wasn’t going to turn back. She had to have them.
There was a park right behind the site. As she moved closer to them, she struggled to come up with some way to convince the men to follow her into the park. Once they were there, she knew exactly what she could.
“Can I help you miss?” One of the workers said. He had sleeve tattoos on both his forearms and his head was shaved down to the skin.
Cindy continued strolling towards him, her lips sucking on the straw to her coffee. She put a little extra sway in her hips as she got closer. When she finally stopped and took her lips off the straw, she was close enough to smell the manly, sweaty smell coming off the man’s body.
“Yes, I’m having a bit of car trouble,” she said. “Do you think that you…and maybe one of your friends would be able to help?”
The young man wiped the sweat from his brow, stepped back, and took a good look at the women who was probably ten years older than him. He smiled appreciatively.
Cindy tingled with excitement. She blushed and felt her legs going weak beneath.
“Sure,” the young man said. He called out to one of his fellow workers.
A tall lanky guy came out from the building that was under construction.
He walked next to his co-worker and asked him what was up. “This lady here needs some help with her car.” He smiled.
“All right, but we’re kind of busy.”
“C’mon, man. We can take a quick break and help her out,” he said.
Cindy looked up and down the block. She wanted to make sure that she didn’t see any one that would recognize her. She didn’t. But a few women who were around age did seem to stare extra hard at the interesting trio. Those jealous eyes made Cindy smile with satisfaction. And they made her that much more determined to have these two young men.
“Okay, miss, you show us the way to the car.”
“Just follow me through the park, this way,” she said, sucking one last time on her straw before tossing the cup into a garbage can.
She led the men through a park about a block away. She could hear them whispering behind her, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying.
It took them above three minutes to arrive at a secluded section of the park, blocked off from any nearby streets by huge trees. Off in the distance they could the sounds of the highway.
Cindy figured this would be the best place for things to happen. She turned around and batted her lashes at the two men. They seemed very confused.
“But miss, there are no cars around here,” the tall lanky one said.
“Oops, I’m so sorry,” she said, covering her smiling mouth.
They two studs looked at each other. It was slowly starting to dawn on them why she had bought them there. But they still seemed a bit hesitant. Maybe they’ve never been with an older woman Cindy thought. And they’re afraid to make the next move.
That wouldn’t be a problem.
“Actually, boys. I wanted something else from you.”
Chapter Four
She stood there smiling, blushing, waiting for the boys to approach her. They slowly moved in. The tall lanky one grabbed hold of her breasts and squeezed. She squealed with pleasure. The other guy put his hand over her mouth and told her to be quiet.
She obeyed. They pushed her down on the grass and lifted her sundress over head. The muscular guy shoved his head between her thighs. The other one still had a firm grip on her breasts. He had ripped them out the bra and was sucking on them hungrily. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She had never had two men before.
“C’mon suck on this cock,” the tall man said, standing over her. His cock was long and hard just like his body. Cindy was mesmerized by how passionate both of the men were. They attacked her body like a pack of savages. Her eyes grew wide with pleasure as the strong, young cock was slapped against her cheeks. She couldn’t wait to take it into her mouth, to show both of these young men what her years of sexual experience had taught her.
She clasped the cock in her hands. It was the longest cock she had ever seen. She needed two hands in order to keep a firm grip on it.
She looked up at the young stud and smiled, “This is such a beautiful cock,” she said.
Here eyes were wild with lust. The stud between her legs was licking her pussy furiously. His tongue was grazing the rim of her asshole. She felt herself going wild with pleasure. She wanted both of their cocks inside of her. She wanted to feel their hot, virile loads deep inside of her.
She sucked on the long cock for a bit longer, then decided that she needed to take control. It was on odd feeling but one she had to act on. They were probably waiting for her cue anyway.
All three of them were completely naked. Their bodies were covered in sweat.
“I want you guys to fuck me,” she said. “Both of you.”
They two studs looked at each other and smiled.
“Sit up on all fours,” the shorter guy said.
She did as she was told.
The tall guy went behind her and shoved his cock into her wet pussy. She sighed with delight. Seconds later her grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her head back. It felt so good to be treated so roughly. The other one came around to the front grabbed her by the neck and shoved his cock into her mouth. She could feel it hitting the back of her throat. She was gagging but still enjoying herself, the pleasure mingling with a bit of pain.
“Ohhh fuck,” the stud in front of her said. “I’m going to cum. Open you mouth.”
She gladly obeyed. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. But before the cum shot into her mouth, she felt the orgasmic twitches of the man who was penetrating from behind. He sighed deep
ly and gripped her hips as he shot the last few spams of cum into her pussy. She felt his body collapsing on her back. He quickly rolled off and fell onto the grass exhausted.
Seconds later a huge load of cum began splashing on her face. She took hold of the young man’s cock ad licked the head clean. She also wiped the excess cum off her face and very deliberately put it into her mouth.
“Ohhhh, that’s fucking hot,” the stud said. He bent over and kissed her on the mouth. They French kissed hungrily. Before both of them fell onto the grass.
For a few minutes all three of them lay on the grass sweating, panting, and staring up at the sky.
“Holy shit, that was fun, “the tall lanky guy said. They all started laughing. A few minutes later, they got up and started looking for their clothes.
Cindy had never experienced something so liberating. She had never pushed so far beyond her limits. Once they were dressed, they walked out of the park. Neither of the young men asked for her phone number and she didn’t offer it. What was done, was done. There would be no need to repeat the experience. It would be more special, more memorable that way. That’s what they might have been thinking.
Cindy was too overcome with pleasure and satisfaction to think about meeting the men again. Anyway, she could always just come back to construction site.
If you ever have any more car trouble, the tall guy said, “just come back downtown and let us now.”
The men laughed. Cindy blushed.
Chapter Five
After her wild romp in the park Cindy drove home and hopped in the bed. She thought about showering but decided against it. She didn’t want to wash away the manly smells that had soaked into her skin. That’s what it’s like to be with young men, she thought. There was no way she would go back to older men. Those hard cocks, those hard bodies. The burning desire and fearlessness. Once she had given them permission to ravage her, there was no way they would turn back.
She sighed deeply as she thought about all the fun and excitement she had missed during her marriage. She began to question why she had ever gotten married in the first. Had she ever really loved her husband? Was she just doing what people expected her to do? Whatever the case, she was determined to never again waste time in bad relationships. She would tell men exactly what she wanted from them. And she would make it clear from the start that she would not stick around if her needs were not fully meet.
Two hours later the sound of the doorbell ringing woke Cindy. She was groggy and her body was sore. She couldn’t quite understand why. Then the images of what had happened early in the afternoon flashed back in her mind. She smiled, rubbed her aching back, and got out of the bed. Maybe this is why older women have to be careful around younger men, she said to herself. They’ll fuck your brains out and you won’t be able to walk right for a few days. Well, it was worth it.
She opened the door. It was her neighbor Susan from down the street. She was a pudgy, middle age woman with blond hair and friendly blue eyes.
“Hi Cindy,” she said opening her arms wide. The women hugged and then Cindy invited her inside. She really didn’t feel like talking but there was no sense being rude.
“You must have just come from the gym,” the neighbor said. “I can smell it on you.”
Cindy turned sharply and stared at her.
The neighbor sensed that she might have offended her and quickly tried to apologize.
“I mean you smell like you had a really great workout.”
Cindy smiled. “Yes, it was very good. Why don’t you go and sit down. I’ll get us some wine.”
Cindy headed to the kitchen to get the bottle of wine. Before taking it out of the fridge she leaned against the kitchen counter, closed her eyes and sighed. She didn’t want anyone to know about her threesome in the park, least of all her nosy neighbors. If one of them caught word of what had happened, pretty soon the whole town would know about it and people would be knocking on her door for answers.
If she wanted to keep having wild and fulfilling encounters with young men she would have to be discreet. But at the same time there was a contrary impulse pulling at her. As an older women, in a society that tended to denigrate women over the age of thirty, it was really accomplishment to get fucked, and fucked so well by two young studs. She always figured that a big part of what attracted older women to younger guys was the desire to put a notch in their belts. And why shouldn’t they want that? Wasn’t it exactly what men did with younger women? Why shouldn’t she be able to brag about her most recent sexscapade?
She wished she had something stronger than white wine. A vodka soda would have helped clear her mind, or at least it would have given her the courage to let down her inhibitions and tell her story.
The two women sat on the couch for twenty minutes or so, sipping the wine and talking about their families. Finally the subject turned to men. The plump, blond haired neighbor wanted to know how Cindy was doing on the online dating sites.
“I’m so glad I’m still married,” she said. “I don’t think I could make it out in the dating pool.”
Cindy took a long sip from her glass of wine before answering. She didn’t know whether to slap the woman or burst out laughing. If I were as out of shape as you were, I wouldn’t be able to make it either, she thought. But then she felt bad for being so mean.
“Have you met any nice guys?” The neighbor asked.
Cindy told her that yes she had met some nice guys but no one that she would seriously consider for a relationship.
“Relationship? What about a nice hard fuck?”
Cindy spit out a mouthful of wine, then stared at her neighbor, speechless. She couldn’t believe what she had just said. It’s not something she would have ever expected from the dowdy housewife.
The neighborhood continued, “I mean you spent all those years married. Why hop back into a relationship? There’s plenty of time for that. And look at your body. You’re hot. There are so many guys that probably want to fuck you. You should be out there enjoying as any as possible. With protection of course.”
Cindy was speechless. But a smile began to form slowly on her face. She was very glad that she had let Susan in. She certainly hadn’t expected that she would be someone to confide in. Yet she was glad to be wrong.
“Susan, I had no idea,” she looked away giggling,” that you were so open.”
“Well, hell yeah! What do you think men do after a divorce? Sit around the house whining and complaining? No, they are out there trying to bang everything in sight.”
Cindy fell back on the couch laughing, then she sat up and wrapped her arms around her neighbor. “I’m so glad you’re here, she said. You’re the perfect person to talk to.”
Susan’s eyes grew wide with excitement. She was always up for hearing a juicy bit of gossip, especially if it involved sex.
“You probably won’t believe me, but I’ll tell you anyway,” Cindy began.
“You found yourself a hot guy?” The neighbor said, her voice full of curiosity.
Cindy nodded.
“Was he young?” She asked.
Cindy nodded again.
“Did he take you somewhere nice?”
Cindy hesitated before answering. Her mind drifted back to the park. She could feel the cool afternoon blowing under her sundress, the grass beneath her skin, and the hard muscular bodies of the two studs pressing into her.
“Very nice,” she said.
“Well, can I meet him?” The nosy neighborhood asked.
Cindy shook her head no.
“Why?”
“Because there are two of them.”
“Two?” The woman almost jumped off the couch when she heard that. She quickly sat back down and took both of Cindy’s hands.
“Please, tell me about it, tell me.”
Cindy’s eyes were closed and she seemed to be drifting into a far off place.
Before Cindy began telling her the details of the afternoon ménage a trois, she heard her phone rin
ging. She told her neighborhood that she would be right back. She hurried up the stairs and into her bedroom. She picked up the phone. It was her personal trainer.
“Hi,” she said. “What’s going on?” Her body tingled with desire.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
There was a brief pause.
“I have to see you. Tonight,” he said.
Cindy held the phone in her hands for a few moments, staring the screen and quivering with desire. He wants to see me. He hasn’t stopped thinking about me, she thought. This was almost too much for her. She started breathing heavily and had to sit down on the bed to regain her composure. Once she got her breathing under control, she began thinking about how best to respond to the trainer’s message.
She didn’t want to seem desperate or horny. Even though she was precisely both those things. She hungered for another thrilling sexual experience, an experience that would make her feel even more free and liberated. That’s what she desperately needed. She felt like she was becoming addicted to that feeling.
The idea came to her in a flash. They could meet at her favorite Mexican restaurant. It was located in the next town right by the riverfront. They would eat, have some drinks, then walk along the river hand and hand. And of course, there were plenty of places for couples to stop and make out without being seen.
She was playing the role of the cougar or MILF once again. Taking control of the situation. Throughout her marriage she had been the sort of woman who willingly and gladly allowed her husband to take the lead. But years of disappointing experiences had taught her that she was better taking charge herself. Young men allowed her that privilege and she was more than willing to take it.
She texted, Meet you later tonight at Taco Loco in Winchester. 830.
She could feel the excitement coursing through her fingers and the rest of her body as she hit send.