Mature Cougar Picks Up College Guy

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We were talking to our college sons friend about his night on the town the previous night in a college town and he was telling us about how little clothes the ladies were wearing in the bars. He was staying with us for the weekend and had decided to go out in our little college town the night before.

We were joking about it with him and my husband said it must have been easy to get some action. He complained that it was almost too easy the way the girls dressed but he wasn’t complaining. He was telling us that in the bar he went to the girls left very little to the imagination and though he loved the free show it bothered him a bit.

My husband started joking about me being dangerous back in the day and he told our guest how wild I was in college. I had to interrupt them and tell them that at least we had respect for ourselves, and yes we dressed to get attention but we weren’t running around the bars naked.

I told them I got what I wanted in college and me and my girlfriends had 4 years of good times. I think I was starting to make our sons friend a little uncomfortable with the sexual innuendo so we let it pass and he finally left to go home.

When he left my hubby started making fun of me and teasing me about what a hottie I was back in the day and how sexy and loose I must have been while trolling the bars with my friends on the weekends.

I told him those days are long ago and far away and he teased me that if I dressed up and headed for the bar our sons friend was in last night I would have at least a couple guys ready to come back to our house in less than an hour..

All week we talked about it and had hot sex a couple nights until we decided Wednesday that we would go there on Saturday night. I wanted to be primed for the big show so I shut my husband down the rest of the week.

Saturday morning rolled around and while we were drinking coffee my honey gave me a hot outfit he bought for me to wear out to the college bar that evening. Definitely not the usual outfit a late 50’s mother of two grown children should be wearing on a weekend night, but then our week-long fantasy talk had pushed me to the edge.

At about 7 pm that evening I hopped in the shower and got cleaned up. I shaved my legs and cleaned the strays around my love triangle. I pulled on the lingerie, added a bit of perfume, and squeezed into my sheer black skirt and white blouse. I added my beautiful pearl necklace and stepped into my “knock me down and fuck me” pumps.

We arrived at the bar at about 9:30 pm and it was just starting to fill up with hot, young bodies. It didn’t take long to realize that the 20 year old college babes were indeed, barely dressed and my honey was drooling at the young ladies flaunting their stuff.

I told him that I had no chance against this competition and he scoffed at me telling me that my age and experience made me so much hotter. Even young guys know that older women are better in bed because you know what you want and how to get it.

I just smiled at him and he gave me a big, juicy kiss and said, “let the festivities begin.” I grabbed a stool at the bar and he said he would be right back. I ordered a couple glasses of red wine and looked at the crowd. It was quite the “sex buffet” I was looking at and the thought crossed my mind that I wouldn’t mind having a few of the gorgeous young ladies go down on me. But the thought of using one of my toys or my husband to finish this fantasy refocused my efforts on some of the potential bulls running around the place.

And there were plenty to choose from as I scanned the crowd. My mind was racing and just the thought of becoming a slut for the night had moisture building in my love box.

A group of guys crowded around two empty bar stools next to me and standing right in front of me facing away was a nice young man with a tight ass. They ordered beers and they were talking about a party they were going to when the bars closed down. In their minds they were all getting laid tonight and it was funny to be unnoticed and listen to their conversations about their upcoming sexcapades.

Finally the “tight ass’ turned around to put his beer down and noticed my tits as he leaned over to the bar.

“I was wondering if the rest of you matched your nice ass,” I blurted out somewhat embarrassed. “Turns out it does,” I smiled

“I’m Matt,” he said and reached out his hand. “Holy shit you are hot,” he said with little regret as he glanced from my cleavage down to my high heels.

“Where have you been all night?” he asked no one in particular as he seemed embarrassed at his directness.

“Waiting to meet a nice ass that is looking for some fun,” I said as I reached out, pulled him close, and grabbed his ass with my right hand.

“It is indeed tight,” I approved.

“That is a big wedding ring,” Matt offered glancing at the sparkles.

“I have a great husband,” I replied. “He came in with me but he seems to be lost,” I said as I looked into the crowd.

Matt pushed back from me and apologized. bonus veren siteler “I don’t want any trouble with your husband,” he said. “Sorry!”

I explained that there was no reason to be sorry and told him everything that happened since our sons college buddy spent last weekend with us.

“He wants me to live out this fantasy,” I suggested as I pulled him closer. “He wants to watch as a young college guy pounds me and you appear to be the perfect candidate if you can keep up with a cougar that know what she wants.”

“I’d have to hear it from him,” Matt said. “BTW what is it you want horny MILF?”

“So you do want this MILF?” I questioned him.

“Every guy in this bar would want to touch you in all the right places,” Matt smiled. “In fact, if the hubby says yes to tonight the next time we can bring five more guys to treat you like a queen, but tonight I get you to myself.”

“Oh you do Matty boy?” I smiled at him and looked at the bulge in his shorts. “Let’s see what you got first before you bring the whole gang with you.”

Matt leaned in close, placed a hand on my breast and said “I love the whole package, lady. The platinum hair. The gorgeous hips. The luscious boobs. Maybe there are tats that I can’t see or piercings I can only dream about,” Matt drooled.

I grabbed his other hand and placed it on the lonely breast and told Matt that he would just have to be surprised when he unwrapped the package at our house.

He squeezed them both and I noticed one of his buddies panting at the action. I thought it was funny, but then I have a strange sense of humor.

“We are going to your house and not a hotel,” Matt wanted to know.

“Hell yes, Matty. We have a great hot tub on the deck and a king size bed with enough room for three bodies. Does that meet with your approval?”

“I don’t have a car,” Matt was concerned. “But I like hot tubs.”

“No worries Matt, you can ride with us.”

“Ok, but not before the hubby approves,” Matt reminded me.

I texted my husband and told him I was ready to go. He responded that he had been watching from across the bar and he was wondering why we weren’t already gone.

He came over and I introduced them and told my honey that Matt was afraid of pissing him off by having sex with me and hubby assured him that although we had never done this before he was all in to help my fantasy come true.

We piled into our SUV with hubby driving and me and Matt in the back seat for the drive out into the country to our house.

We were tangled up with Matt fondling my tits and then managing to get my legs spread wide enough to reach the freshly trimmed, trim. My honey encouraged us but I didn’t want to have sex in the car. I wanted to enjoy this fantasy come to life so I held Matt off by releasing his boner and stroking it softly and gently running my lips up and down his nice shaft.

My husband wanted play-by-play from Matt and he struggled through moans to tell us how my hands and lips felt softly touching him.

We rolled into the driveway and piled out of the SUV. We climbed the stairs to the rear deck and I offered Matt our hot tub. He said he would love to relax in it but only if he could undress me.

“I want to see those piercings and tats,” Matt begged. I just laughed at him.

“I thought you might want a view of other things, big guy.” I showed Matt the hot tub and told him to chill and I’d be right back.

I went in to get some towels while my honey poured us some wine. Matt was curious so he came into the house and met me in the hall as I was on my way back out to the deck.

I forcefully pushed him against the wall and pressed my tits against his chest. I pressed my hips against his groin and could feel the hardness hiding in his jeans. I whispered to him that I was going to get my money’s worth from him tonight and he laughed saying that he forgot to negotiate a pay scale for this evening.

“You will have the best fuck of your life as your payment young man,” I bit his ear and pressed my hips harder into his growing cock.

“Or will you have the ride of a lifetime,” Matt quickly responded.

I like a good sense of humor and especially when it comes with a nice rod.

I told Matt that he was not dressed for the hot tub, but I could help him with that.

Without waiting for his answer, I reached down, grabbed his shirt and pulled it up and over his head exposing a nice chest and not much fat in his abs. Matt, did indeed spend time in the gym as he told me in the bar.

I ran my fingers from his pecs down to his belt and I fumbled with the buckle until I figured it out. He was running his hands across my ass as I loosened the belt and in time, his mostly hard piece of meat slipped out and at first glance appeared to be more than 7 inches and thick. I was unable to see it in the darkness of the back seat of the SUV.

Length is good but I love thick, not that I’ve sampled any in the past 26 years of marriage, but my honey was coke-can wide bedava bahis to go along with nine inches.

“Looks good Matt, I hope you know what to do with it,” I whispered.

“Kick out of those shoes buddy,” and he did as he was told.

I knelt down, brushed my hands across his penis, and rolled his pants down so he could step out of them. Matt grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick, but I removed it and told him he already had a head start on that and he needed to chill.

“Now you are ready for the hot tub, big guy,” I looked him up and down.

“You know how to use that thing?” I wondered out loud.

Without hesitation, Matt reached out, grabbed my hips, and pulled me close to his naked body. He leaned his body into mine. I could feel the hardness against my skirt and it was hot. He moved me around so that my back was against the wall and he was pressing against me. I could feel his power and his cock was probing for an opening. It was arousing and erotic.

“You are way overdressed for the hot tub too, lady,” Matt told me.

I could feel his strength as his hands slid from my hips to the back of my shimmering, black skirt. He found the zipper and the fabric hit the floor.

There I was standing in my six-inch Leopard print heels with the black nylon thigh-high hose stopping a foot short of my sheer, white cotton panties hiding my trimmed black bush.

Matt dropped to his knees and ran his tongue from the top of my panties down to the bottom of my ass and back again. Up and down he went and it felt wonderful.

There was already a wet spot on the panties from the activities in the SUV, but Matt doubled the flow of juices in a matter of seconds.

“You are off to a good start, Matty,” I encouraged him.

He was gently running his hands up and down the inside of my legs, and that was building pressure all over my body.

He slowly stood up, unbuttoned my blouse dropping it to the floor, and releasing my 36DD’s, hidden only by the lacy red bra.

This was more erotic fun than I’ve had in years I was thinking as Matt squeezed the massive mounds of flesh like a kid in a toy store.

“Let ’em fly, Matt,” I teased him.

“Slow down lady,” Matt replied. “What’s the rush?”

At that point, my hubby walked past us with three glasses of red wine as he headed for the spa. I pushed Matt away and told him to follow the wine glasses.

Matt told me he would follow the fine ass, and we both got a good chuckle.

Hubby got into the boiling water and I sat on the edge of the tub with my high heels still on, my sheer cotton panties teasing my black bush, and my large red lacy bra barely containing my boobs, as they were trying hard to fall out and make an escape.

Matt ignored the wine and came right for the good stuff. He dropped down in front of me, spread my legs a bit, and eased his head into my cotton covered muff. He reached his hands around to my hips, pulled me close, and his tongue went to work again.

After about a minute of teasing I couldn’t take it anymore and lifted my ass up and Matt slid the panties off exposing my black, trimmed pussy. It was as though he had done it a hundred times.

“That looks amazing,” Matt drooled.

He very gently rubbed his fingers against my pussy, slowly coaxing a good view of my pink lips giving him a target for his tongue. Slowly he licked my pussy drawing moisture out of it and widening my wet lips.

I could feel a finger trace an outline of my pussy ending at my soaking wet clitoris. And then I could feel a second digit push into me and it was pushing me to the edge.

“OMG Matt, that is fucking amazing,” I moaned.

My hands were on Matt’s head and he quietly took his attention from my wet pussy and started sucking my fingers. Damn that was erotic.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I pushed him away, flipped over from sitting to kneeling on all fours, facing my husband who was soaking in the spa. Damn, I was lost in pleasure and forgot he was even there.

My ass was too high for Matt to find the target so I grabbed a couple towels, tucked them under my knees, and bent my body over the hot tub with my tits dangling over the water, still in bra prison. But all I could think about at the moment was getting that strong cock into my wetness.

I was now at the perfect height, bent over the spa with my ass in the air, and I told Matt that he needed to hit the target.

He stepped closer and I felt his love machine poking my ass cheek. I reached back, grabbed the throbbing piece of flesh, and directed it right into my dripping wet love box.

Holy shit it was tight. He had to push hard to sink deep as my pussy was tight, even with all the wetness. Wow, it filled me up and stretched me hard. I closed my eyes as the second plunge came a little easier but still hard.

Speaking of hard, Matt’s gorgeous cock felt like a piece of steel trying to rip my pink lips from their rightful place. And then the third and fourth plunges of the sex rod got a bit deneme bonus easier.

I started to push back with my ass to meet the rod as it pushed into me.

“Oh man, I’m not going to last,” Matt complained out loud.

“Fuck me Matt! Fuck me baby. Oh Matty, fuck my pussy. Oh god, fuck me baby.”

“You like that baby?” Matt moaned back to me.

“Just keep fucking me baby,” I moaned.

Matt picked up the pace and started slamming into me hard and fast. I pushed back and met his plunges every time. My tits were flying all over the place.

“Fuck Matt, I’m cumming,” I screamed.

Matt moaned and I could feel him pull out and launch his hot liquid onto my back and ass.

I had a great orgasm and I turned around, sat on the edge of the spa, grabbed his dwindling rod, and milked what was left from his testicles.

Matt moaned like a baby as I squeezed the last drop of semen from his balls. I know they were full because I could feel his balls smacking my ass as his plunged in and out of me.

Hubby applauded the live porn show and pointed out that I had an earth-rattling orgasm and my bra was still on.

“Do your job Matt!” I demanded.

Matt immediately reached around my back and released the shackles and my 36DD’s splashed out, finally free from their prison.

Hubby said they were a sight to see and Matt clamped his lips on them and swirled his tongue around my nipples.

As Matt sucked my tits, I reached down to find his cock in full retreat. It was a fraction of it’s former self as it shrunk back to the flacid stage.

I laughed and thanked him for the orgasm but pointed out he didn’t last more than three minutes.

Matt promised that he would recharge and give me a real ride and I liked the sound of that idea.

We both slipped into the hot water and relaxed with hot jets of water hitting our bodies. Matt sat next to me and my hubby was on the other side of the spa watching my tits floating on the water. I had to admit they were sexy even if they were too damn big.

The thought occurred to me that my honey may not have cum yet so I asked him if he came watching our fuck session. He told me that it was too hard to stroke in the water and he was still standing at attention.

I let that thought drift away into the late-night cool air and closed my eyes while the hot water worked its magic.

I reached over to check on the status of my 20 year old love machine and it was still not ready for action. Matt asked for a few more minutes so I obliged.

I was too hot so I sat up on the edge of the spa to cool off a bit.

“Are you still hot and horny?” I asked my hubby.

“Watching you two in action has me harder than I’ve been in years,” was his reply.

I spread my legs and beckoned him over to me. I asked Matt if it was cool for me to fuck my hubby and he was all in with it. We all laughed about that.

I spread wide and he entered me, stretching me a little more as he is long and wide. I was thinking how erotic it was that I was fucking my honey mere minutes after banging a college kid. Unbelievable!

We have fucked in the spa many times and this was better than those times. He hit a nice rhythm, going slow and deep and just kept at it. I put my hands under my ass to lift me up and allow him to go deeper.

The motion and the thickness took a toll and I could feel another orgasm coming fast. This guy can go forever and he just kept gently slamming into me.

“Oh baby, come to me baby. Make me cum honey.” I moaned.

“I love fucking you baby especially since Matt loosened you up for me.”

“Fuck me harder honey, I’m about to cum,” I begged him.

He slammed harder and I couldn’t hang on. I came hard and loud and was afraid I would wake the neighbors. I could feel his hot liquid hitting the back of my pussy and that supercharged my orgasm. I was breathing heavy as he pulled out of me and we both slid back in the roiling hot water.

The three of us looked at each other and no one spoke a word. There were smiles and we simply enjoyed the moment.

Ten minutes leaked into the dark night air and I finally spoke up.

“Matty buddy, I’m not done with you so you can’t leave yet,” I blew him a kiss across the hot tub.

“Are you kidding honey, watching you get pounded by your hubby flipped my switch again and I’m coming back to life, no pun intended.” He blew a return kiss.

That was good news that a horny old cougar was happy to hear in the cool morning air, as the time ticked past 1:00 am.

I slowly swam over to Matt, straddled him with my hips placing one knee on either side of him on the hot tub seat.

I could feel some hardness down there and Matt tried to insert his manhood into me, but I stopped him telling him he needed to get harder. I slowly ground my hips against him, and I could feel the hardness against my lips. With the action I had so far I’m sure he would slip right into me, but I had different ideas.

While my hips teased his cock, Matt started fondling my nipples and slowly swirled his tongue around them. Mmmm.

My pussy had been pleasured, pounded, and stretched by two guys, but the more Matt swirled his tongue the more I felt like impaling myself right there in the hot water, shooting across the hot tub.

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