A Cougar’s Awakening (mature/cougar-cub/cuckold erotica)

(Hey guys, it’s kind of long but if you have a second here’s The first part of one of my erotic tales! Enjoy loves!!! XoXo)

You know one of those moments when you’re doing something stupid, and you know it’s something stupid but that doesn’t stop you from being stupid and doing it? Well, that’s the kind of moment I’m having. My knees ache like a 45 year old woman’s knees, but I can’t complain.

Not that I think I could say anything to get this young man’s cock down.

I stroke his shaft pointing it down for my lips as I watch his pre cum ooze with every pump. The saliva coating my tongue while anticipating his dick down my throat.

I spread my pussy lips and coo while my middle finger presses between them feeling slick juices and warm tightness. Squeezing on his shaft as he flexes back into my palm. Like a flirtatious conversation of a hand job that makes this 19 year old boy weak in the knees. I lift his cock to his tummy still working it like a seasoned veteran of this handshake that I am, and extend my tongue. The tip of my tongue touching his left testicle as I lick down and around his ball. My pink lips tenderly cradling his nut before letting my tongue run the length of his cock all the way to the ridge of his penis.

A Snowy Morning [Fm] [straight] [cheating] [interracial] [PAWG] [MILF] [holidays] [fiction]

**Author’s Note:** Season’s greetings to you all, especially to GarnetAndOpal :)

 

4 AM and it was snowing outside as Ida watched the white particles falling gracefully in the pre-dawn darkness through the window of her bedroom.

Turning back inside, she saw her husband Wal snoozing away on their bed. She was briefly reminded of how frustrated she had been last night when she slipped under the covers beside him and had tried persuading him to make love with the movements of her body against his, but all she had received in response was a sleepy grunt.

She wasn’t frustrated or angry at him anymore. She needed to walk, to let her mind wander for a bit, clear it of all the pent up thoughts and intentions that would never be. And so she kissed sleeping Wal on the cheek, went to the adjacent room where their eight-year-old son Colin was also still asleep and kissed him on the cheek as well. She then proceeded putting on warmer gear and stepped out of the house.

A little of my secret femdom fantasy made it to the bedroom [MF]

I’m a straight, married guy. Happily so. Wife is very cute, and we’ve been together 10+ years. We’re both in good shape, both enjoy ourselves in the bedroom.

Over the years we’ve had lots of great sex. Missionary position of course, but she used to enjoy doggy style a lot, stripping her panties and sticking her ass in the air waiting for me to fuck her brains out. She’d have her face buried in the pillow moaning within a minute. Or cowgirl, riding me until she came, then flopping forward to put her perfect breasts right over my eyes and mouth. That would be a sure way to make me cum too!

Lately she’s been not as interested in full sex, preferring the Hitachi to penetration. I’m okay with this, I’m always supportive, I’ll kiss her on the lips and suck on her nipples to help her get off (and she always gets off). Sometimes she reciprocates, sucking my cock and stroking me… sometimes she’s too busy coming herself, which is fine, I enjoy watching and helping her along. :)

What Happens in Vegas, Stays In…Mom, No!

My mother had just suffered through a very testy divorce.  Apparently, after twenty-five years of blissful wedlock, daddy decided he didn’t want his wife to be married to a womanizing asshole any longer.  He’s considerate like that.  

            Since then, dear mater had embarked on an intense regimen of Xanax, booze and late night calls (almost exclusively to me).  Hey, I really love my mom but a girl needs her beauty sleep.  

            After a few months of this relentless whining, wining and wallowing, I suggested that we should both forget about our dull, dreary lives and go spend a week in Vegas disgracing the very name of womanhood.  It seemed like the perfect solution.  I’d just turned 21 and was in real need of a break from studying and my mother would have loads of people to talk to when she was drunk at 4 o’clock in the morning. 

My boyfriend suggested an open relationship. It went amazing for me. For him? Not so much [MF]

My boyfriend (now husband) and I were exclusive all the way through college and while I had fucked other guys, he hadn’t been with anyone but me and wanted to get to experience that, so he suggested an open relationship. I love him, but he has a 4.5 inch cock so I easily said yes, lol.

As soon as we became open, the first person I knew I had to call was a guy we both knew from college, named Greg. I wouldn’t say he was a friend of my boyfriend’s, they actually never got along at all. I had, however, heard rave reviews on his sexual abilities from friends of mine who had fucked him, as he was a bit of a player.

Although I was honest about the situation, being an open relationship and all, he definitely got a specific kick out of fucking me since he and my boyfriend butted heads so regularly for years. I remember the first time I saw his cock, gasping as how huge it was, he laughed and started making jokes about how my husbands must not be very good. This is when I started to realize my cuckolding fetish: I was unbelievably turned on by this big cocked stud mocking my husband. At first I kept this as an internal fantasy only, as I did still love my husband and felt pretty bad that I’d constantly tell his “enemy” that he fucked me better than him.

Photoshoot

“Wow,” I said, “I’ve taken a lot of family photos, and I have to say you four have been the easiest yet. Your kids are so well-behaved and photogenic. No offense Mark, but before we’re done, can I get one of just the girls?”

“Sure”

Mark walks over by his parents, as I position the girls

“Megan, just cradle Mary and try to get her to face the camera. Emily, stand right in front of mommy.” I instruct.

Megan lifts Mary, with Emily backing up tight against her legs.

“Mmmmm”, I say under my breath. Then louder “Such a perfect and attractive family. I’m really the lucky one.”

20 pictures click off in rapid succession. All catching different degrees of smile and eye contact.

I turn around and look at the sky. The sun is starting to set and I check my watch.

“Well, I’ve kept you 10 minutes longer than the session, I apologize for that. But how did you like it? I know you said it was your first professional photo shoot”

“It was great” Emily says excitedly, while Mark just smiles. I could tell it’s not his thing, as is the case with most men.

[FM] Years Later, Another BBC Opportunity

My previous story were about my first experience as a young married white wife discovering the pleasure of her first black cock.

So I decided to skip forward many years to my second chance with a black man, skipping several fun experiences along the way, I may come back to those should there be continued interest.

During the years following my previous story my Husband and I continued exploring different Hotwife/Cuckold/Sharing scenarios. All of them pretty hot and pretty satisfying.

But I have to admit, The desire for black men remained deep in my mind. All the things that led me there still existed, and it was such a hot experience it only made want it more.

Again, my circle of friends and acquaintances never really put me in much contact with men of colour, and I was also pretty reluctant towards mentioning it to my Husband. He is very open minded, but I was never 100% sure he would be open to me seeing black men as a regular thing.

After we had our second child I was anxious to get back into being more active with Hotwife dating.

[MF] Being a total slut (18F) during a high school trip

My best friend at the time was a girl named Myriam. Myriam had been in a long-term relationship with an amazing guy called Ben for most of high school and it was clear the two were madly in love. A pretty chill guy who was genuinely crazy about her, and same for her.

To celebrate our senior year, our school had organized a trip to a large city. The trip would come much cheaper than it normally would, given that it included everything (bus, hotels, food, etc) for less than half of what it would cost if you booked everything yourself. At $235 for a long week-ends, most students who were free that week-end didn’t even hesitate. At this point of our lives, we were mostly adults, and teachers weren’t particularly interested in checking us, so nobody had any problem sneaking in alcohol, weed, etc.

My old job: Carolyn (True Story)

I miss my old job. I worked as a medical massage therapist at a high-end practice in downtown NYC. The clientele was a mix of wealthy middle aged folk and some athletic youngsters, even a few celebs.

I loved that job because, unlike other offices, here I actually had the time and freedom to treat my patients the way I deemed necessary.
But my professional passions aside…I also miss the old job for all the other perks it offered.

One of those perks were the steamy weekly sessions with a pretty young blonde named Carolyn.

The first time we both saw each other there was a tangible spark. Her long blond wavy hair gently bounced as she walked towards me from the physical therapy treatment room. Watching her confident gait I couldn’t stop thinking of how sexy her 5”4 body must be under those skin tight yoga pants and sports bra.
She looked like a woman who takes good care of herself. Toned and athletic, with the right curves to compel any man to salivate at the mere sight of her. Her beautiful white skin looked as if it would taste as delicious and sweet as condensed milk.

Good girl gone bad [F]

I am your typical late 20s girl that grew up in a nice neighborhood, went to a private-catholic-sectarian school, got straight As, followed curfew, and never talked back to the boomers in the house.

 

I explored my sexuality early, thanks to the romance paperbacks lying around the house (thank you, Nora Roberts), and to the torrid kissing scene in The Notebook (thank you HBO).
I learned how to masturbate early (12 years old), but years of being taught that sex is bad and self-pleasure will make you blind (no thanks to you, Sister Francesca), I grew up repressing my sexuality.

 

I rediscovered it when I signed up on reddit around 3 years ago (my main account) and explored it fully 2 years ago (my alt account). I posted ads on the local r4r, I shared stories on the local version of r/gonewildstories, I met and fucked redditors, and explored my kinks with them (one at a time, still a good girl, mind you).