Wild Swimming [M18/F45] [cheating] [age difference] [age gap] [teen] [older woman] [younger man] [risky] [cougar]

Mikey was in his third summer lifeguarding at the local reservoir.

The wild swimming craze had brought new life to the lake, and that final summer before Mikey left for uni was hot from start to finish. Not that Mikey was complaining. The hot weather brought out the skimpy bikinis and Mikey spent his days checking out the hot older women.

On one especially hot summer’s day, Mikey was watching one particular lady as she slowly entered the water. He liked the way the fabric of her red thong bikini separated her butt cheeks. He was mesmerised by the sway of her shapely hips as she eased her way into the cool water.

Mikey watched as she swam two laps of the lake before climbing out of the water.

Wow! She’s a goddess! Mikey thought to himself as he watched her slowly exiting the water, the water dripping off her smooth, shapely body. Mikey’s eyes were drawn to her flat torso and up to her round, full breasts, held in place by that bright red bikini. His eyes darted to her strong thighs and up to her bikini bottoms. He was sure he could see the hint of a camel toe as the red fabric clung to her private parts.

Uh oh! Thought Mikey. She’s coming this way.

“Hey!”

Her voice snapped him back to reality.

“It’s rude to stare,” she said laughing.

Mikey looked up at her face for the first time. *Oh shit*, he thought. It’s Mrs Clarke!

Mrs Clarke had been best friends with Mikey’s mum since they were at school together. Her husband was Mikey’s dad’s golfing partner and Mikey had even had a brief teenage relationship with their daughter a couple of years ago.

“Enjoying the view?” she laughed. “I’m a bit too old for you don’t you think? What are you now? Eighteen?”

“I, erm, sorry, Mrs Clarke,” Mikey replied, clearly embarrassed. “Yes, well, it was my eighteenth last week.”

“Of course it was!” Mrs Clarke said, pretending to remember. “Pass on my best to your mum and dad. And keep your eyes on the lake!”

“I will,” said Mikey, now turning red with embarrassment. “I didn’t know you were a member here?”

“I’ve just joined today. All the other mums my age seem to be doing it, so I thought ‘why not?’!”

“Well I hope you enjoyed your swim,” Mikey said as Mrs Clarke disappeared towards the changing hut.

***

It was a couple of weeks before Mikey saw Mrs Clarke at the lake again. He fought as hard as he could not to stare as she exited the water this time and he thought he’d got away with it.

As he was cleaning up he spotted her sat at a table with a group of other forty-something women. They were laughing hysterically.

“Hey, Mikey!” called Jane, one of their more outgoing members. “Have you seen this magazine?”

Mikey shook his head.

“Come here and have a read then,” she said as the whole group started chuckling.

Mikey sat down next to Jane and read the headline: *WILD SWIMMING CRAZE REPLACED BY NEW ACTIVITY.*

“Read on,” Jane encouraged.

Mikey read the first paragraph of the article: *”In recent years more and more women in their forties have taken up wild swimming as an escape from the routine and mundanity of their every day lives and boring marriages. This year a new, and some would say more exciting activity, is replacing wild swimming for many a bored house wife: Wild Sex with men half their age!”*

“You’ve gone bright red, Mikey!” Jane chuckled.

“I, urgh. I should probably get back to work,” Mike stuttered as he quickly made an exit.

***

The following evening Mrs Clarke was at the lake again. As the sun was getting lower Mikey had to get her attention to ask her to leave the water. Once again, he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she eased herself out of the water.

She wore a tiny green bikini. Her large breasts were hardly covered by the triangular fabric and he could clearly make out the shape of her hard nipples underneath. Mikey felt an all too familiar stirring in his shorts as she sauntered towards him.

“Mikey,” she said. “I wanted to apologise. For the other day.”

“What do you mean?” Mikey croaked in reply, his mouth drying up.

“The girls. Well mainly Jane,” she explained. “What she did was out of order and I’m sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh that! That was no big deal,” Mikey lied.

“Well, I didn’t think it was an appropriate thing for a group of older ladies to do to an attractive young man like you.”

No worries,” Mikey replied as he desperately fought, and failed, to lift his stare from Mrs Clarke’s heaving breasts.

Mrs Clarke laughed at him. “My eyes are up here, Mikey!”

“S- sorry,” Mikey stammered, as he finally lifted his gaze to stare deeply into her big brown eyes.

Mrs Clarke had a mischievous smile on her face. “Have a nice evening, Mikey,” she said as she turned and walked away.

“And stop staring at my bum,” she shouted over her shoulder.

***

The following weekend was Mikey’s mum’s forty-fifth birthday party. Mikey tried to make himself scarce – he couldn’t think of anything worse than being surrounded by a bunch of drunken forty-somethings.

Mikey was on a video call with his latest girlfriend when he heard a knock at his door. He quickly hung up the call and answered, “Come in.”

The door swung open and there stood Mrs Clarke in her figure-hugging, little black dress.

She walked in holding a beer. “Aren’t you coming downstairs to see everyone? I brought you a drink.”

Mikey looked her up and down. She looks incredible! he thought.

“I, urgh. Sorry, I was just on the phone.”

“Girlfriend?” she asked, handing Mikey the beer.

“Kind of,” Mikey lied, for some reason not wanting Mrs Clarke to know he had a girlfriend.

“Kind of?” she asked as she sat on the bed next to him. “You having problems?”

“Well, it’s just that she doesn’t. Oh I can’t tell you this.”

“Doesn’t what? Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ve been there before!”

“Well, she’s a year younger than me and her parents are really strict. She says she doesn’t want to do anything… like, you know, that sort of thing, because I’ll be off to uni soon and she says I’ll forget about her.”

“I see,” said Mrs Clarke, staring into Mikey’s eyes. “Maybe she’s right.”

“What?” Mike replied.

Mrs Clarke stood up and took the beer off Mikey. “Maybe that will happen,” she said.

“What do you mean?” he enquired.

“Are you telling me that you’re going to go to uni and resist all that temptation? Come on, Mikey. You’re a good looking boy. Those uni girls will be throwing themselves at you!”

“Of course I can resist!” Mikey insisted.

“Really?” Mrs Clarke placed Mikey’s beer down on the side and closed the door with her foot.

She slowly walked towards Mikey, that mischievous look in her eye again.

“Mikey. I’m forty-five years old and you’ve hardly taken your eyes off my tits the whole time I’ve been here. Are you really telling me you can resist all the young flesh that’ll be on offer at uni?”

“I-I think so,” Mikey replied.

Mrs Clarke took another step towards the bed, then reached behind her neck and unzipped her dress.

“You’re sure about that?” she asked as she worked her shoulder straps free

“Uh huh,” replied Mikey as he stared at the older lady in front of him.

“I don’t believe you,” she stated and she pushed the dress down until it bunched around her waist.

Mikey started at her large breasts, clad in a black lacy bra. Mrs Clarke kicked her heels off and pushed her dress down over her shapely hips until it fell to the floor, revealing her matching black lacy underwear.

“I, erm. What are you doing?” Mikey asked.

“Testing you,” she replied, taking another step closer.

Mrs Clarke reached back and unsnapped her bra. She let it fall onto her arms and then shook it loose, her big round breasts jiggling from the movement.

Mikey was mesmerised. He’d only ever seen one pair of breasts before in real life and they were nothing like Mrs Clarke’s. He couldn’t believe how big and round they were and how large the dark areola were around her large nipples.

“My parents! Your husband, Mr Clarke!” Mikey exclaimed.

“Shhh,” replied Mrs Clarke. “They’re plastered. They won’t notice I’m gone for ages.”

She took another step towards Mikey and leaned towards him, her breasts hanging heavy just inches from his face. Then she said the words that will stick with him for the rest of his life. “You can touch them if you want.”

Mikey sat there, frozen to the spot, painfully aware of the obvious tent in his shorts.

“Fine,” sighed Mrs Clarke. “I’ll have to do it myself then.” She took a step back, hooked her thumbs into her lacy underwear and pushed them down before using her foot to flick them into Mikey’s face.

Mikey inhaled deeply, savouring her scent as she walked back towards him.

Mrs Clarke lifted her panties from Mikey’s face and leaned in, planting a wet kiss on his lips.

Involuntarily Mikey kissed back, their tongues swirling inside each other’s mouths.

Mrs Clarke took hold of his hands and guided them to her hips as she pressed her body against him. She took hold of his head and submerged his face between her soft breasts.

Mikey was panting for air when she released her grip.

“Your turn,” she said. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Not wasting any time, Mikey quickly pulled off his t-shirt then yanked down his shorts and underwear in one movement. His young cock sprang free, glistening at the tip from the pre-cum that was already starting to leak.

“Impressive,” Mrs Clarke observed. “Although I hope everything doesn’t happen that fast!”

Mikey sat on his bed, looking up into Mrs Clarke’s eyes, not knowing what to do next. Mrs Clarke leaned forward to kiss him again, her big breasts hanging heavily from her chest.

She pushed Mikey backwards onto his bed as she climbed on top of him, their lips never losing contact as their tongues swirled hungrily around each other’s.

She pushed Mikey down so he was lying flat on his back and straddled his waist. Mikey looked up, trying to take a mental picture of the view before his eyes.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” she asked.

“N-no,” Mikey stuttered, shaking his head. “S-sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry!” she said smiling down at him. “That just makes me feel extra special.”

Mrs Clarke lifted her arms up behind her head, pushing her breasts out in front of her.

“Do you like them?” she asked.

“They’re amazing!” he replied.

“Good. Now would be a good time to start touching them.”

Mrs Clarke grabbed the hands of her younger lover and guided them to her chest. Mikey squeezed her breasts, tentatively at first. His cock was now painfully hard and twitching against Mrs Clarke’s bum.

“I wanted you to eat me out,” she declared. “But there’s no time for that and I need to have this now,” she said as she reached back and gripped his cock.

Mikey jumped at the contact, his stomach muscles rippling as he inhaled.

“Oh gosh,” she said as she ran her hands down his chest and over his stomach. “Your body is so flawless.”

She lifted herself up and Mikey looked down, seeing his throbbing cock appear underneath her. Mrs Clarke took hold of it once more, angling Mikey’s tip towards the glistening folds of her pussy.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” Mikey responded, unable to breathe.

Slowly Mrs Clarke lowered herself down. Mikey inhaled as he felt the tip of his penis make contact with her outer lips. She lowered herself further and now he felt the tip being sucked into her warm, wet entrance.

Mikey fought every urge in his body to stop himself from thrusting up hard into his older lover. He watched in awe as Mrs Clarke continued her slow descent onto his young cock.

Eventually he felt his cock completely engulfed in her warm wet tunnel.

Mrs Clarke held him there, smiling down at him. “How does it feel?”

“S-so good,” Mikey replied, his hips now jerking uncontrollably.

“I can feel you throbbing inside me,” she said. “Do you need a minute to calm down?”

“I-I think I’m ok,” Mikey replied.

Mrs Clarke lifted up again. Mikey felt the cool air hit his balls and his shaft before she sank back down again.

“Urgh!” he grunted as his hips bucked upwards to meet her.

Mrs Clarke laughed. “You can’t control yourself can you?”

Mikey shook his head.

She did it again, this time faster and, again, Mikey’s hips bucked up into her.

Mrs Clarke leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest and squeezing her large breasts together between her arms.

“Just lay back and enjoy the ride, Mikey,” she told him.

With that she lifted up and slammed back down onto him again, harder this time. Then she built up a rhythm as she rode him.

Mikey was grunting and panting with every thrust. The sensations from his cock were pulsing around his body in a way he’d never felt before. Without thinking, he lifted his hands and squeezed her bum, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as it bounced up and down on top of him.

“That’s it, Mikey. Grab me. I’m all yours.” Mrs Clarke panted, now beginning to get out of breath.

Mikey pulled her forward and locked her into a passionate kiss as his hands explored her.

Mrs Clarke sat back up again and pulled Mikey’s face to her chest. She rode him as hard as she could as he sucked on her nipples and devoured her breasts.

“Oh my god, Mikey,” she panted as her fingers dropped down to work her clit. “That feels so good.”

Mikey groaned as he felt that familiar build up in his groin. “Going to cum. I-I think,” he said.

Mrs Clarke pushed him back hard onto the bed and slammed down onto him, holding him in that position.

She leaned forward to kiss him again as she slowly began to rock on top of him. “Cum for me, Mikey. I want to feel it inside me.”

Mikey took firm hold of her hips and thrust up into her as he felt the first rope of cum explode from his cock into his older lover.

“Ungh,” he panted as he thrust into her again.

“That’s it, Mikey,” she said as his hips continued to involuntarily thrust upwards into her.

“Oh my god,” Mikey groaned as he felt the last of his cum trickling out. “That was insane.”

Mrs Clarke smiled at him. “In a good way?”

“In an amazing way!” he replied.

She kissed him again and said, “thank you for letting me be your first but I think I’d better get back to the party.”

“But, but you haven’t cum yet?”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to cum lots of times thinking about what we just did. And anyway, there’s always next time!” she said with a wink.

“Next time?” Mikey asked.

“There had better be a next time, young man,” she said as she wriggled back into her dress. “I’ve got so much to teach you before you go off to uni!”

“I hope so,” Mikey replied,

“Oh, and by the way,” she started. “The magazine was right. This was way more exciting than wild swimming!”

And with that she turned, opened the door and left the room.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/127g86d/wild_swimming_m18f45_cheating_age_difference_age