The Year I [F] Realized I am a MILF (Part 3/3)

The final part of my embrace of both my age (and MILFhood) but also my life was in the autumn of 2019. This story again involves Ashley, the 24 year old friend of mine who has a daughter in my daughter’s class. We may have a 14 year age gap but we’re best friends! Whenever she got me a little tipsy with wine she always wanted to hear stories of my college days. Ashley didn’t go to college (single teenage mom!) and felt like she missed out. And as you know. I like to share stories! But one day as we’re catching up this time I am the one interested to hear of her wild stories. She was telling me about a recent one night stand she had at a club. I was a little scandalized! I have been out of the game for a while now and I didn’t expect Ashley to be telling me about her encounters she had out the back of a club. Not that Mark and I can lecture anyone on semi-public sex!

I mention that I haven’t been to a club for over a decade. Ashley says we need to fix that. I try to protest but now she’s fixed on the idea. I think the best way out of it is to ask Mark, and then he can say no and I can blame it on him. But the idiot doesn’t. He says yes and he can take care of the kids. He says he trusts me not to get too crazy. Grrr! So that’s how I find myself picking out a dark green dress that I haven’t wore in years. It used to look elegant on me. With my slightly bigger butt and breasts from my second pregnancy I now no longer look elegant. I look slutty. It’s so tight! Mark sees me and I can tell he wants me there and then. But there’s no time. Ashley turns up and together we go to the club.

I know I’m going to sound like an old woman but it’s so loud. And so filled with people! We can hardly move without bumping into someone. I also realize that I am possibly the oldest person there by like 5 years. Everyone looks so young! I am already feeling like this is a mistake but Ashley grabs my hand and takes us to the bar to get some drinks. You just need some courage she says. So she gets me greased up with some alcohol and I’m feeling a bit better. And then she grabs my hand again and takes me out onto the dance floor. It’s so loud that she has to yell for me to hear. Don’t worry, dance with me, I’ll keep you safe!

So that’s how I end up dancing with an attractive 24 year old brunette in the middle of a club, me in a now tight green dress. Our dancing isn’t anything special! We’re just being silly and having fun! But we start to catch some eyes. We’re an unusual pairing! And after a few songs a few young guys come over to us. They look even younger than Ashley! They ask if they can dance with us. Ashley looks to me and she’s so sweet that she was going to refuse to stay with me. But I tell her to go for it. So she picks one guy, and I end up with a cute looking young man, not very tall but well-built. We start to dance.

I’m not sure how it happened. Our dancing started very safely! But then his hands roam a bit. He doesn’t go for anywhere that would make me slap him. But his hands do end up on my hips. And then a change of song and he ends up behind me, and we’re bumping and grinding. I haven’t danced like this in a long time. And it doesn’t take long for me to feel him. He’s so hard against my butt. I know I should have stopped then probably! But I haven’t felt another erection against me besides Mark in over 10 years. It was almost more curious than sexual! I pushed my butt back against him trying to figure out how big he is. It feels long. But not very girthy. He’s clearly very happy by my grinding. He grabs my hips harder and is almost humping me. I won’t lie. It’s a little exciting! But I know this is where the limit is. Mark is right. He can trust me. So I think to myself you get to the end of this song young man and then it’s time for us to go our separate ways.

It’s almost like he knows what I’m thinking. His grinding becomes more desperate. I’m basically being dryhumped by some young man in the middle of the dancefloor. Ok! This is enough! I’m about to pull away and tell him that I need to use the bathroom when it happens. He stiffens against me. He freezes. I hear a desperate groan. We stand together for a few seconds and then he yells out about needing to go and runs away. I stand there stunned. Did that just happen? Ashley rushes over to me and grabs my hand and takes me off to one-side. Did you just make him cum in his pants? She asks excitedly. If you read our stories you know I have a reputation for ruining jeans! I ask Ashley to check the back of my dress but fortunately I’m clean. I think that’s enough dancing with young men for me. For the rest of the night Ashley and I dance together and we have a lot of fun and the Uber drops me off outside of my house like a giggling mess. By now my encounter with my dancing partner from earlier has excited me a little. After all these years I can still make a guy blow his load too quickly. I know what I want to do. What I need.

I walk in my house and check on the girls first. They’re both asleep like angels. And then I head to my bedroom. And there he is. My husband. The love of my life. He’s fallen asleep with his reading glasses on. A book on French history still on his chest. His mouth is hanging open. He might even be drooling. I love this man. As quietly as I can I take off his glasses and move the book. He doesn’t wake. I pull the blankets off him. He doesn’t wake. I tug his pants down and free his soft cock. He doesn’t wake. Now it’s really important that Mark and I have regular check-ins about consent for when we’re asleep. Don’t molest your partner while their asleep if you haven’t talked about it! But we have! And I kneel down by the bed and wrap my lips around his cock. He still doesn’t wake up, but his cock does. It grows harder in my mouth until I can’t suck it all. He moans in his sleep. Now we’re ready. I shimmy out of my dress and pull off my underwear. And naked I climb on top of him.

It’s then when he wakes up. He’s confused. But he doesn’t complain as I lower myself down on his cock. It’s only a few seconds for his hands to rest on my butt, squeezing it. We don’t talk. We don’t want to wake the kids. We just fuck. I ride him, moving up and down, grinding against him. We’re both trying not to moan too loudly but it feels so good. I lean back and beg him to rub my clit. His thumb finds it instantly and it isn’t long until I’m shuddering on top of him. I see stars it’s so good. Mark still needs his release however! He rolls me onto my stomach and mounts me from behind. His hips slapping against my butt is too loud but I can’t tell him to stop! I need this! I need to be fucked! Fortunately he cums before we wake anyone else, pressing himself deep inside me. He collapses next to me and we fall asleep.

The following morning I have to quickly pull the blankets up over my naked body when one of our daughters come in to demand breakfast. And I wouldn’t have it any other way!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/od8tlk/the_year_i_f_realized_i_am_a_milf_part_33