Sex With Hot MILFs

PART III:
8. The Gang’s All Here
9. Linda and the Hooker
10. The Finishing Touches
11. Back at the office

8. THE GANG’S ALL HERE

Linda lay back on Karl’s lap, panting and gasping for air, tears smearing her makeup. When Karl had sufficiently recovered, he had to push Linda off of his lap to get up. Linda stood up, dizzy and wobbly-kneed, and quickly collapsed on the couch between Larry and James.

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PART II:
5. The Bikini
6. Shaving Creem
7. The Cocktail Party

5. THE BIKINI

Linda got little sleep that night. In the morning, Glenn had to go to a seminar. Feeling safe that Ron was going to the same seminar, Linda slept late, and then took a long shower. She made sure that she closed the curtains tightly before she did.

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Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fiction. In real life, non-consensual sex of any kind is illegal and immoral, and not condoned by the author. All characters are 18.

Contents:

PART I:
1. Blackmail
2. The Banquet
3. The Janitor’s Closet
4. The Gap in the Curtain

PART II:
5. The Bikini
6. Shaving Creem
7. The Cocktail Party

PART III:
8. The Gang’s All Here
9. Linda and the Hooker
10. The Finishing Touches
11. Back at the office

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My name is Joan. I will give you a little background about my hubby, Matt, and myself. We are a white couple, married 9 years, have ’3′ kids, live on a large property in Wisconsin . He is 32, 6′-2″ tall, 196 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, 8 1/2″ in ‘manhood’ dept. I am 30, 5′-2″, 117 lbs, black hair, brown eyes, 34B. Someone — a relative stranger – recently told me — after seeing some pictures that I sent him over the Internet that I’m “stunningly attractive,” but he probably just wants to get into my panties even though he lives all the way in California . He said, “no, we’re far enough away” that he could be “totally honest” and that he was being so. So I guess I’m certainly not bad looking… But I still think he fantasizes about getting my panties.

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This evening is our 29th anniversary of the day we met and I have begun preparing for our evening. I have about 10 vanilla scented candles lit and spread around the room, a table is set up with a blanket covering it and two small pillows on each end to prop your feet and head. The stereo is set up with mood music, a tape of waves softly hitting the shore and a soft ringing in the background. The ringing turns out to be a clamp on a yacht mast clanging with the movement of the waves. A bottle of warming body oil is handy on the table.

When you arrive home, I take you by the hand and guide you down stairs. Upon entering the room, I lead you to the table and you sigh softly and ask “Am I in trouble?” I nod as we begin to kiss passionately. I start to unbutton your blouse and then remove it gently . Unbuttoning and unzipping your slacks, I guide them down over your thighs and calves and pull them off over your ankles.

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Everyone is over eighteen in case anyone did not know.

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Once again it’s football season and as usual I had all my friends over to watch the game on our satellite television. They did not come for just the games, they also enjoyed being around my mother. My mother looked good for her age, at thirty seven years old and all of my friends never failed to comment on it. At first I used to get upset over the comments, but once they learned not to get too lewd or anything I grew to accept it as compliments.

My parents are pretty opposite my dad as they grew older, dad is forty two, he met mom when he started work for the company he is at since he got out of college. Dad went on to rise up to production manager, with long hours, bad diet, he is starting to get a gut on him and he is starting to go bald. He said he never participated in sports in high school or college but he does enjoy watching them.

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You’ve seen this general storyline before and for that I apologize. However, this story derives from an IM session I had with a thirty-something MILF with an abnormally filthy mind. She inspires my fantasies.

When Dan first entered the world of gainful employment, his first job had him posted at a client’s corporate headquarters in Raleigh, North Carolina for a few months. The assignment wasn’t so bad, insofar as two of his friends were still attending North Carolina State, located in Raleigh. Dan worked, they studied and, more often than not, they met at various bars around campus for drinks later in the evening.

This story goes back to that time.

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This is all an exercise. It really is. I want to confess but I am not sure what for. I have done nothing wrong and shouldn’t be the one who feels such a need. But I do. It has become a compulsion. I am embarrassed at the things that I do and of my thoughts when I think of . . . it. Maybe if I simply tell the story, I could gain a measure of relief. They call it cathartic, right? But who would I tell this to? A friend? No, no, no. For all the obvious reasons. So I will tell you. And I will call you “Reader”. Please excuse the generic term. I know you are a person and have a real name but I just don’t know it. And I am begging you for your thoughts. Please write back when you can. So here goes . . .

Dear Reader,

Without any prelude, the story is this:

After 12 years of marriage and 15 years together, Sylvia and I separated two years ago for a total duration of two months. The children were the primary concern and we decided that custody should be joint. As not to interrupt their schooling we agreed to the unusual arrangement that, on a monthly basis, Sylvia and I would alternate living in the Long Island home. The other of the two would live in the New York City apartment during that time. The children would live, at all times, in Long Island but could visit the spouse staying in the apartment on weekends if there were no conflicts such as soccer games or engagements with other children.

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A little update for those that have not read my stories concerning the “first time M.I.L.F”.. Darcy is my best friend’s mom, she is 16 years my elder and all of these stories happened when I was 18 and a senior in high school, well actually they are the summer before my senior year.

Darcy teased me into, teasing her to have sex with me, and eventually our short lived romance took off like a wild fire. These stories with Darcy are true, for the most part. They (the stories) are also branded in my mind’s eye for life. We have not had sex since that summer, but every now and then when I see her I think about doing it again.

Darcy had become a regular part of my life now. We visited regularly and I had found it rather difficult to get her where I needed her to take care of my erection. Jason and Steve had come home, and it was rather difficult to get her alone so I could slide my hard cock into her again.

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You may not know it, looking at me now, but I used to be quite something. Thirty years ago, Jim Callaghan was in No 10, Jimmy Carter was in the White House, and I was in my prime. Late thirties, the kids leaving home, and a body shaped by tennis and swimming. Well, there wasn’t much else to do, I didn’t have to work, not with the salary Derek was earning, so I spent my time keeping the home and toning myself. For what, I don’t know, since Derek’s workload left little left for me other than a Sunday morning Missionary. I had to get good with my fingers, since “marital aids” were so hard to come by, and so crude compared with what’s available now. Frustrating? Oh yes.

I’d managed to persuade Derek to take a holiday. We’d rented a gîte in the Dordogne for three whole weeks. It was in the middle of nowhere, nothing much to do but enjoy the local restaurants (I’ve never eaten so much foie gras in such short time), drink the local wine, and lounge by the pool reading trashy detective novels.

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