You would have a much better understanding of Part 3 if you read Parts1 and 2 first but the following is a brief recap to help bring you up to speed, for those who wish to start here.

My name is Sarah, and my husband, Andrew, and I were forty-four years old and empty nesters when this story began at our lakefront home in the Omaha, Nebraska area.  I’m five feet and eight inches tall and weighed about one hundred and seventy pounds at that time, before losing weight.  With my red hair and blue eyes, most people say I look a lot like the actress, Christina Hendricks, and I even have full, round, 36F, melon-sized breasts.

I became more reserved and shyer after our kids were born, mainly because of the weight I gained.  Andrew loved watching other men flirting with me before I gained those extra pounds and started dressing more conservatively.  After our son left home, I was depressed and in a real funk, and one night Andrew expressed his sadness at my depression and convinced me to dress more provocatively again, so I could see how men were still attracted to me, and especially our neighbors, Adam and Tyler. 

He admitted that he wouldn’t even mind if they fucked me, after seeing their big cocks in the showers after playing golf, since his cock is only five inches long.  I ended up fucking Adam and Tyler and they caught Andrew eating me and he sucked their cocks, which wasn’t that big of a surprise since before we were married, he admitted sucking some of his friends’ cocks in high school. 

Following that first night I ended up fucking one of our other neighbors, Jason, and even included his wife, Kendra, in the group as we were both gangbanged, and I was motivated to get back in shape.  In Parts 1 and 2 I also fucked Andrew’s boss, Phil, and a coworker, David, another man, named Jack, who I met at our country club, and Nate, a younger, rugged working man that I picked up in a saloon, as my sexual desires became stronger and nastier.

Part 3

Sucking and fucking Nate was a big step out of my comfort zone of only fucking neighbors and Andrew’s and my work-related acquaintances, and I like meeting strangers on my own, even if Andrew joins us later.  After adding Nate to the list, I was sucking and fucking those nine men on a varied basis, and I was averaging being fucked six times a week.  It was easiest for Ken, Jack, and Nate to come over, and I was fucking them at least once a week, and the other six men came over when they could get away from their wives.

The men liked my increased nastiness, and heightened taste for sucking cock and swallowing their cum, as well as sucking their balls, and I couldn’t get enough of pressing my face into their hairy, sweaty crotches and assess. 

Instead of being satiated by my frequent fuckings, I wanted more, and it wasn’t just a matter of size.  I loved sucking and fucking average cocks as much as the bigger ones, and it was more the thrill of being a slut for men that way, and I wanted to taste as many different cocks as possible.

An Unexpected Encounter Leads to More Cock 

It had been three weeks since I met Nate and I hadn’t had an opportunity to find another new man to fuck, but it wasn’t that bad, since I was fucking men on several school nights, as well as being busy with the men on the weekends.  Then an unexpected opportunity presented itself. 

Friday night was the last of evenings of teacher conferences, each meeting lasting between fifteen to thirty minutes, and my last appointment of the evening was with Clay, the father of my student, Jimmy.  I knew that Jimmy had some emotional problems that likely affected his performance in school, and I was looking forward to discussing it with Clay. 

Clay is a ruggedly handsome man who I had heard owned a sporting goods store, and he was dressed in business casual, dockers, and a long-sleeved shirt.  I was wearing a tasteful but short and tight skirt, and a tailored, tight-fitting blouse that emphasized my big breasts.  After talking for fifteen minutes about several school programs, when he couldn’t resist looking at my breasts, I asked, “Does Jimmy have a well-lit and comfortable place to study at home, and are you available to help him with homework when he needs  it?” 

He answered, saying, “Well, ma’am, Jimmy has everything he needs to study at home, and I do the best I can.  I work long hours at my store, and since my wife travels a lot with her sales job, it is a challenge to always give Jimmy the attention he needs.” 

I empathized with him and said, “First of all, you can call me Sarah, Clay, and I know it can be difficult.  But he seems to have some emotional issues too, and I’m hoping we can discuss that.” 

We were just getting into some issues, and my meeting with Clay had already gone over the allotted time when an announcement came over the public address system that the school was closing in five minutes.  Since I knew we still had a lot to talk about, I said, “I’d like to learn a little more about Jimmy, but since they’re throwing us out, maybe we can schedule time some other evening.” 

Clay said, “It was hard for me to schedule to be here tonight, and I don’t know when I can do it again.  If you’re agreeable, why don’t you let me buy you a drink at a quiet little bar near here or at least a cup of coffee at a diner, and we can finish it up there?” 

I knew that it was unusual and unprofessional to meet with a parent that way, but after being busy in those conferences all week, and not being able to fuck as much as usual, I was feeling kind of horny, and had to wonder if he had motives other than talking about Jimmy.  I also knew that going to a bar would send a different message than going to a diner, and I was curious to see if and how he would approach me.  So, I gave him reason for hope, saying, “Okay, Clay, I really would like to finish our conversation, and I could sure use a drink after this week.” 

We drove separately and took a booth in the far corner of the bar, sitting on the same side of the booth but separated by about two feet, and he seemed surprised when I ordered whiskey on the rocks, as I had done with Nate, not exactly the normal drink for prim schoolteachers.  We talked for about ten minutes about some of Jimmy’s issues, and I finished one drink and ordered another before Clay asked, “How does Jimmy do in class?” 

I was starting to feel the effects of the drinks when I replied, “When I can get Jimmy to respond I can tell he’s a smart boy, but he always seems to be distracted in class.  He’s well-behaved and not being disruptive or anything, but he always seems to be looking a me with a glazed look on his face.” 

Clay shifted uncomfortably in his seat and smiled, and he let me see him staring at my breasts, before saying, “Uh, yes, well, ma’am, uh, I mean, Sarah, no offense, but I can see why he’d be distracted.” 

His comment not only didn’t offend me, but it was also flattering, and I wasn’t sure how to respond at first.  After the drinks, I saw him as a new man to fuck and not just another parent, since he was probably horny with his wife gone a lot.  I decided to look at him with an impish smile and teasingly said, “Oh, uh, wow, Clay, I don’t know whether to slap you or thank you,  But I guess boys will be boys, at any age, when it comes to big boobies, or any boobies for that matter.  I’m not distracting you, am I Clay?”

He said, “It’s nice that you haven’t slapped me yet, but I don’t think I’d even mind that.  Sorry to be so rude, Sarah, but yes, my wife’s been on the road for the past two weeks, and well, you are distracting, in a very pleasant way.” 

I said, “No problem, Clay.  After a busy week of my evenings being shot and a couple of drinks, I can easily get distracted by a handsome man too.” 

Clay correctly read my receptiveness to him, and he slid closer to me, and put his arm around behind me on the top of the booth, but not yet touching me.  Then he asked, “Do you have a husband to get home to right away, or are you in the mood for a little fun tonight?” 

I teased him further by putting him in a position to take the risk of making the first overt move, answering, “Yes, I do have a husband at home, but he knows better than to question me when I’m out late.  Why, Clay, what do you have in mind?”  

Clay slid the rest of the way next to me and dropped his arm to my shoulder to hug me, as he said, “I’ve got a comfortable couch in the breakroom in my store near here, and I’d love to take you there to get better acquainted.” 

I turned more towards him and looked up into his eyes, and he took the invitation to kiss me.  We were just two mature adults who knew what we wanted, without any games, and he rubbed my breasts as I rubbed his crotch, feeling his hardening cock.  Then I said, “We’d better leave here now before we get thrown out for indecency.” 

After the short drive to his store, we got comfortable on his couch and resumed a deep, tongue-probing kiss, as he began to unbutton my blouse, and I unfastened his pants.  Since I had been at school, I was wearing a bra to contain my melon-sized breasts.  He unfastened the front clasp with a snap of his fingers, and my loosened breasts swung and jiggled into view. 

Clay let out a long sigh of approval, and then slid down in the seat on my right side and leaned across my lap to suck my left areola and nipple, as he weighed and fondled both breasts in his hands.  He mumbled with my tit flesh in his mouth, saying, “I’ve never seen or tasted breasts this big and firm on a woman in her forties.” 

I cradled his head in my left arm and kissed his forehead, as I reached out with my right to first rub his crotch, and then push down his pants.  His cock wasn’t the largest I had felt, but at almost seven inches long, and being uncircumcised and thick, it was more than enough to please me.  

He sucked my breast for about ten minutes, and I was so aroused that I leaned down to suck his cock which was already oozing precum.  He helped me straighten out my legs in the other direction, and unfastened my skirt, before he began sucking my wet pussy right through my white, bikini cotton panties, before pushing them down and off my legs.  

I wanted to taste and swallow his full load, and either fuck him later that night, or on another night, and I pushed my left arm under his hip while pulling his top leg back over my head for better access to his crotch, and he took the hint that I was hungry for it by rolling partially on top of me.  Then he moaned, “Oh fuck, Sarah, my wife won’t even suck my cock, much less go after it like you are.  And if you keep that up, you’ll be tasting and swallowing my big load.” 

He sucked my wet, hairy vulva and clit harder and harder for about five minutes until he started grunting and moaning as he rolled completely on top of me, his thick cock erupting in my mouth.  I swallowed as it pulsed and flexed, and I tasted his thick, pent-up cum that just kept squirting into my mouth. 

When his cock was drained, I slid down farther and pulled both of his legs forward, to give me full access as I sucked his hairy and musky smelling testicles.  We finally sat up and he said, “That was amazing, Sarah, and I’m guessing this isn’t the first time you’ve cheated on your husband.” 

I smiled and said, “We have an understanding, and he likes to watch me with other men.  So next time I’ll take you home with me.  But we can fuck tonight as soon as you recover if we have time.”

Clay resumed sucking my breasts, changing sides every five minutes or so, and after about a half-hour, his cock was hardening in my hand.  We fucked for over ten minutes, as I had orgasm after orgasm on his thick cock, and then he inseminated me with his second big load of cum. 

We exchanged contact information, and as we left the store, I said, “I didn’t expect this evening to go this way, Clay, but I’m sure glad that it did.  You’re welcome to my home and between my legs anytime.” 

Renewing My Friendship with Kate  

My best friend at the school from the old days right out of college, other than Ken and David, is Kate.  Even though she’s in the biology department, we hit it off as best friends being new at the school together, although we didn’t socialize much outside of school.  Kate was a beautiful girl and turned into a beautiful woman, looking a lot like the actress, Elisha Cuthbert, with blonde hair and blues eye, but even larger, 34DD breasts.  She even reminded me of my roommate in college that I experimented with sexually. 

We talked a few times after I returned, and on the Tuesday of the week after fucking Clay, I asked her to go off campus to lunch with me.  I just intended for it to be a chance to catch up, but it turned into much more.  We talked about old times and then some of the new issues at the school first, but then I asked her about Clay, since Jimmy was in her class the previous year, and we had previously discussed his issues. 

I asked, “Just curious, Kate, but did Jimmy’s parents ever attend any of your parent-teacher conferences?” 

Kate answered, “Yes, and the strange thing was that it was his father, Clay, that came, and not his mother or them together.  Why do you ask?” 

I wanted to allude to him making suggestive comments, to see if Kate had heard anyone else talk about it, and replied, “I had my first conference with Clay last week, and that man is a flirt.”

Kate leaned in and almost whispered, “Yeah, and that’s not all.  I’ve heard that he’s had sex with some of the teachers and tries to get their sympathy by saying his wife is traveling all the time.  It’s all an act, and I can’t believe the ladies fall for it.” 

It wasn’t that I was ashamed of fucking Clay per se, but I did feel guilty and ashamed since Kate described it that way.  Kate could tell from the embarrassed look on my face that something was wrong, and she said, “Oh shit, Sarah, don’t tell me that you fell for his bullshit.” 

I said, “To be honest, it was as much my idea as his.  My husband, Andrew, and I have a special relationship now, that started a few months ago, and he likes watching me with other men, and even just knowing that I’ve been with other men, almost as much as I like a big variety of cocks.  So, it was easy to play along with Clay.”

She was less shocked than I expected, and asked, “How did all of that start for you and Andrew?” 

I explained everything about Andrew wanting me to feel better about myself, and how it evolved from there, and even that he had developed a taste for sucking cocks.  Then Kate asked how he could have suddenly become a cock sucker, and I explained how we had confessed our earlier dalliances with bisexuality to each other when we were engaged.  Kate gave me a curious look when I mentioned my bisexuality, not disgust or necessarily happiness, but more of an acknowledgment. 

Then I said, “I know this lifestyle isn’t for everyone, but I have my needs, which are getting more consuming all the time, and so long as Andrew is agreeable to being my cock sucking, cuckold husband, I’m going to enjoy having all the sex I can with as many men as possible.  But what about you, Kate?  Do you think you have a perfect marriage?” 

Kate blushed, and responded, “Oh no, Sarah, my marriage is far from perfect, but I don’t think we have time to get into all that right now.  What I am interested in is whether you’ve acted on your bisexuality since college, the way Andrew has embraced his?  Is that something you’re ashamed of now?” 

I thought that was a strange, and maybe telling question, and I answered, “No, Kate, that’s not something I’m ashamed of, but since my sexual rebirth a few months ago, I’ve been too busy enjoying a variety of cocks to think about that.  I still have fond memories of those few months of lesbian love with my roommate.  But why are you curious about that?”  

Kate looked embarrassed again and responded in a way to end the discussion, saying, “Oh, I was just wondering, and it’s no big deal.  And anyway, we need to be getting back to our afternoon classes.” 

My fuck sessions with the other men got pretty much back to normal on Saturday when Adam and Tyler came over on Saturday morning, Jack stopped by Saturday afternoon, and then Ken slept over on Saturday night.  Andrew and I discussed that past week when we had time between the men coming over, and he let me know that he had been particularly busy sucking cocks that week. 

A Unique Opportunity 

The next couple of weeks were about normal for me sexually, as we approached the end of the school year and summer break.  Then on a Wednesday at lunch in the teacher’s lounge with Kate, she said, “There’s a one-week, secondary teacher enrichment seminar at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln campus next month.  I signed up for it and reserved a spot for you too, hoping you’d want to go.  We can share a hotel room near the campus at a reasonable group rate the university negotiated.  Please join me.”

I knew that it’s only a sixty-eight mile and one hour and ten-minute drive to Lincoln, but it did make sense to stay there and not have to commute.  And knowing that I’d be missing my steady diet of cocks and cum at home, I saw it as an opportunity to find some younger men to fuck.  So, I agreed to go, but after that conversation at lunch with Kate, I was suspicious and hoping that she had other motives. 

The summer break finally started, and Kate and I drove over to Lincoln late on a Sunday afternoon so we could get settled for the beginning of the course on Monday morning.  Our hotel room had two queen-sized beds, and after unpacking, Kate said, “It’s still early, Sarah, so let’s go down to the bar, get a light dinner, and have a few drinks to help us get to sleep.”

We sat in a booth and the bar was almost empty, normal for a Sunday evening.  We had just ordered our third drinks and were pleasantly buzzed when I remembered something and said, “When we were at lunch that day talking about Jimmy and Clay, you said that your marriage was far from perfect, but we didn’t have time to get into it.  We have plenty of time now, Kate, and after telling you about my sordid lifestyle, it’s only fair that you tell me yours, which can’t be nearly as bad.”

Kate took a sip of her fresh drink, and said, “This will probably be surprising to you, Sarah, but not too long after you quit teaching, my husband, Jeff, and I were socializing with, Greg, a friend of his from work, and his wife, Janet, and the men were very attracted to each other’s wives.  They finally convinced us ladies to swing with them, mostly to satisfy their hunger for some strange pussy.”

Janet and I agreed after a lot of convincing, and that became the most arousing thing I had ever done.  Greg has a much bigger cock than Jeff’s, and I think he was regretting getting it started, when he realized how much I wanted to fuck Greg.  But then things got even more uncomfortable for Jeff, one night when we were all drunk, after having just fucked one another’s spouses.  Janet went down on me to suck my pussy clean of Greg’s cum.  Janet is a beautiful and well-built woman, and although I had never had a bisexual relationship before, I turned around until we were in a side-by-side sixty-nine and I sucked her pussy clean.”

“We sucked each other for much longer than needed to just clean up the cum, and when we finished, Janet kissed me, as we fondled each other’s breasts.  From there was sucked each other’s breasts, and as Greg cheered us on, Jeff was eerily quiet.  When we got home that night Jeff gave me shit about my lesbian encounter with Janet, and I said, “You and Greg are the ones who got this shit started, and I can’t help it if Janet has a taste for women.  I enjoyed tasting her too, and if you guys want this to continue, then I’ll do what I please with Janet.” 

After a brief pause to take a sip of her drink, Kate continued, “We only met one more time as couples after that, because Jeff got upset when Janet and I made love in front of them before we even fucked the men, and he saw a passion in me that made him jealous and disgusted, all at the same time.  And even after the swinging ended, I met with Janet and Greg in secret, on average once a week for the next couple of months, and sometimes just Janet.  That ended when Jeff smelled her on our sheets and put an end to it.  And ever since then, well…” 

I knew there was more by the way her voice trailed off, and I said, “Come on, Kate, tell me what you were going to say.” 

Kate took another sip, and said, “I’ve been fantasizing about fucking other men and women for twenty years now, with little hope of experiencing that again.  And then when you told me your story, I knew that we were simpatico, and it gave me a glimmer of hope.  And with us together here and all these horny college boys around, and the way we both have great bodies and still look good, I was sure that we could give these boys a thrill by letting them dip their hard, young cocks into a couple of horny MILFs and give them a good story to tell their friends.” 

It got my pussy wet hearing how graphic Kate was talking about fucking boys the age of my son, and I said, “Wow, Kate, you really are horny for these boys, who like my son are young, dumb, and full of cum.  Maybe we can go prowling for cock tomorrow evening.” 

We went back to our room after the third drink, and as we undressed in front of each other to get ready for bed, Kate was as unashamedly interested in my 36F, honeydew-melon-sized breasts as I was in her 34DDs, and as we looked at each other in just our bikini underwear, Kate said, “Oh my, Sarah, I’ve only seen you fully-clothed before, and it’s a shame to cover up your amazing body.  Did you mean what you said that day about having fond memories of making love with your roommate?” 

My suspicions had been correct, and I encouraged her by taking a step her way and answering, “Yes, Kate, I did mean that, and it’s amazing how much you look like her.  Your body is fantastic, and I can’t help being attracted to you as more than a casual friend.” 

We both took a step towards each other and hugged, pressing our bare breasts against each other, as we kissed, first gently, and then a passionate, tongue-probing kiss as we rubbed each other’s backs, asses, and the sides of our breasts.  We were both breathing hard after our lengthy kiss, as we stepped to the bed and pulled back the covers, before getting into bed and kissing again, as we rubbed and fondled each other’s breasts. 

I had learned from my roommate that the gentle caress of another woman can be so erotic, compared to how rough horny men can be, and after kissing for another five minutes or so, Kate slid down to suck my areolas and nipples.  I slowly twisted around in the bed, not letting her take her mouth off my breasts, until we were in a shortened side-by-side sixty-nine, gently sucking and fondling each other’s breasts. 

We sucked breasts for the longest time, and then we both started kissing, licking, and sucking the other’s torsos as we slid together, until we pushed the other’s panties down and off, and began sucking each other’s hairy, thick-lipped pussies.  I loved smelling, tasting, and sucking pussy again, and we each pulled the other’s top legs back and over our heads to give us better access. 

Kate sucked my big clit like a cock as I sucked hers, and we sucked for what seemed like a half-hour, giving each other two orgasms.  Then, remembering how nasty and erotic it was to suck Nate’s asshole, I slid farther down and pressed my face into Kate’s beautiful ass crack, and began sucking and licking her there, until I focused on her wrinkled asshole.  She got turned on being rimmed, and began sucking my asshole as well, and there we were, two sexy, middle-aged MILFs, doing one of the nastiest things together. 

We finally moved apart, and I turned around to cuddle with her, and we slept in each other’s arms, fully satiated from making love together.  We kissed and sucked each other’s breast again in the morning, before taking a shower together and getting ready for class, and we were so happy with our new, intimate relationship.  Anyone seeing us together would immediately know that, at least for that week, we were a couple. 

Cougars Need to be Fed 

The enrichment course was boring, as I expected, but we got through the day and then went back to the hotel to change into ‘fuck me’ clothing of tight leggings and tight, cropped university logo t-shirts before going to dinner.  After dinner we found a quaint country and western bar, that was smaller than the one where I met Nate in Omaha.  It has a jukebox and small dance floor, and as usual in bars, there were more men there than ladies, many of them college age. 

We didn’t expect that college boys would have the money to buy women drinks, and we thought part of the attraction to meeting up with a couple of MILF cougars would be for them to spend money on the boys.  So, we sat in a booth in the corner of the bar and ordered our own whiskeys.  We agreed to act drunker than we really were, just to let the boys think they were getting away with something, and it didn’t take long for what looked like two, big old, Nebraska farm boys to join us at our booth. 

They walked up, and one asked, “Howdy, ladies, do mind if we join you?  My name’s Harlan, and my friend is Lyle.” 

I replied, by motioning for them to sit down and saying, “Sure, boys, have a seat.  I’m Sarah, and my friend is Kate.  May we assume that you boys go to school here at NU?” 

Lyle answered, saying, “Yes, we’re in the agriculture program and taking a summer class before our sophomore year.  Harlan and I are roommates in the dorm.  What are you ladies doing here?” 

Kate responded, “We’re teachers from the Omaha area, just here for a week-long enrichment course.” 

I knew the boys would be nineteen years old, younger than my son, and asked, “How’d you boys get in here, with the drinking age being twenty-one?” 

Harlan replied, “You know, Sarah, fake IDs are easy to come by, and we don’t normally buy our own drinks anyway, not when there’re pretty MILFs like you two coming in here, looking for a little fun.” 

Kate and I laughed, before I said, “You seem pretty sure of yourself, Harlan.  And do you boys think you have what it takes to give a couple of old married ladies a fun time?” 

Harlan answered, “Yes, we do, and you wouldn’t be in here if you weren’t looking for fun.  Don’t you know the reputation of this bar?” 

Kate responded, saying, “We aren’t from here, so we don’t know what you mean. Tell us what we’re missing.” 

They laughed, and Lyle said, “This bar is called the ‘zoo’ by some of the guys, since it has a reputation for being a place where cougars prowl for fresh meat.  We’d be happy to tell you more about it, if you’ll buy us a couple of beers.” 

I acted naïve about what cougars are, and said, “I’m not sure what cougars are, and since you boys are younger than my son, I’m not sure why you’d want to spend time with us.  But you seem nice, and I think we’ll enjoy your company and buy you a few beers.” 

Kate and I continued drinking whiskey and bought them beers, as we talked about mundane things like teaching and their courses, until we started purposely slurring our words and the boys started to move in for the kill.

Harlan likely wanted to find out the level of commitment to our marriages and our living accommodations, and asked, “Do your husbands know what you’re up to in your hotel rooms, or that you ladies are going to places like this and drinking with college boys?” 

Kate replied, “We’re having a girl’s week away from home, and what happens in Lincoln, stays in Lincoln.  And besides, we’re sharing a room for safety’s sake.” 

Lyle showed his immaturity by probing our sexuality, saying, “I like the idea of two beautiful ladies like you sharing a bed and imagining what kind of naughtiness you could get into under the sheets.” 

It was obvious what he was implying, and I teased them, saying, “This is the first time Kate and I have traveled together, and we’ve hit it off quite nicely.  And although we do have two beds in our room, it was kind of fun to get to know each other better last night, by sharing one bed.” 

Harlan chimed in saying, “Oh fuck, it’s so hot thinking about what ladies do when they’re rooming together.” 

I said, “The same can go for guys too.  Lyle said earlier that you are roommates, so Kate and I can imagine what you boys do to help each other out too.” 

They let that pass without comment, and after talking a few more minutes, the boys excused themselves to go to the bathroom.  I assumed that they were going there to talk about their strategy to get us to invite them to our room, and I went to the ladies’ room to see if I could hear them talking. 

Fortunately, the men’s and ladies’ rooms are on the same side of the hall and share a common wall and return air vent, and I heard Harlan mid-sentence, saying, “…yeah, no shit, Lyle, they are beautiful and have unbelievable bodies for forty-somethings.  They’ve got to be on the prowl for some big, hard, young cocks, and we’ve got just what they need.  All the other MILFs we’ve fucked sure love our meat, and now we just need to get them to invite us to their room.  I’ll find a way to bring it up.” 

I left the restroom quickly to beat them back to the table, and let Kate know what they said.  Then they returned and I preempted the invitation, to get them more excited about possibility of fucking us, saying, “These drinks are getting kind of expensive, since we’re teachers after all, and we were wondering if you boys would like to continue this party back in our room.  We’ll stop to pick up some whiskey and beer and meet you there in about thirty minutes if you’re interested.” 

They could hardly contain their joy, and Lyle said, “My goodness, yes.  Just give us the name of your hotel and the room number.” 

We gave them our information, and then stopped at a liquor store on our way back to our hotel.  The boys arrived right on time, and since there were only two chairs and small table to sit at, we fixed our drinks and sat on the beds; Harlan and me on one and Lyle and Kate on the other, facing one another in the space between the beds. 

After small talk while finishing one drink, and starting on the next, I started sexualizing the conversation saying, “This is a first for Kate and me, and it feels kind of strange being in our hotel room and drinking with a couple of boys younger than our sons.  What’s your attraction to women older than your mothers, boys?” 

Harlan reached his arm behind me, lightly hugging my back, and replied, “Being mothers to boys and having been teens yourselves, you must know how horny teen boys can get.  Well, we found out when we moved here for college and heard about that bar from some older boys, that middle-aged, married women don’t play games when they’re hungry and, on the prowl, and it’s a chance to have fun, without any commitment.  But what’s your attraction to teenage boys?” 

I put my hand up high on his thigh, and teasingly answered, “It’s been so long since either of us has had sex with teenage boys, that we’re kind of wondering if the old adage of teen boys being ‘young, dumb, and full of cum’ is still true, as well as being able to have multiple ejaculations in a short period of time.” 

That was more than enough to get things started, and Harlan pulled me towards him to kiss, as I began rubbing the big cock lump in his pants.  Lyle and Kate were doing the same thing, and it only took them a couple of minutes to pull our t-shirts up and off.  Kate and I both have big breasts, by any comparison, and the boys were frantic, pushing us back on the beds, fondling, kissing, and sucking our breasts all over, before settling in to suck our areolas and nipples. 

After giving them almost twenty minutes to enjoy our breasts, we slowly turned around in a side-by-side sixty-nines with the boys, and pushed down their pants and underwear, as they pushed down our leggings.  Then I was faced with a gorgeous, thick, circumcised cock that was over eight inches long, and an egg-sized pair of hairy, low-hanging balls.  

I gripped Harlan’s ass and began sucking his precum-oozing cock as he didn’t even hesitate to suck my pussy and protruding clit.  We sucked each other for what seemed like ten minutes, and I kept bringing him to the edge of ejaculating before backing off, and at one point, he said, “Oh shit, Sarah, I just have to fuck you now.” 

He felt me sucking his cock even harder, before I pulled off momentarily to say, “No, sweet boy, I want your first big load of thick cum in my married, adulterous mouth.  We’ll have plenty of time to fuck.” 

I resumed sucking him, and in only another minute, his big cock erupted in my mouth, flooding it with his tasty load of cum.  I swallowed and kept sucking for more as he continued sucking my clit, and I pulled him on top of me, holding him in place with both hands on his hairy, muscular ass, as he aggressively fucked my mouth with his deflating cock, as I had an orgasm in his mouth.” 

We finally pulled apart and laid back on the bed to cuddle and kiss, as Lyle and Kate were doing, and Harlan then played with and sucked my breasts.  When we were finally relaxing on the bed and talking again, Harlan said, “There’s one more reason we like to fuck married women.  We only fuck bareback, and we figure that married women should know how to manage their birth control issues.  If they don’t and there’s an accident, then they have too much to lose to blame us for it.”

I fondled and stroked his soft cock, as I teased him, saying, “I only fuck bareback too, and I can’t seem to get enough cum in my mouth and pussy.  I don’t happen to be on birth control right now, and if I get pregnant, I’ll let my little-dicked husband think it’s his.” 

We had another drink and had been resting for an hour, plenty of time for teen boys to reload, and just as I was beginning to suck Harlan’s cock hard, Lyle said, “I’d love to see you ladies together, and I think it’s time for us to invent a double cougar sandwich.” 

I honestly didn’t know what a cougar sandwich is, and Lyle explained, “It’s normally when two younger men fuck an older woman at the same time, with her sandwiched between them, either double vaginal or vaginal/anal penetration.  I’m thinking in a double cougar sandwich, which I just made up, two ladies are in a side-by-side sixty-nine, and the boys get on either side and fuck the ladies from behind.” 

Kate and I got on the bed together, first kissing, and then moving into a shortened sixty-nine as on Sunday night, sucking each other’s breasts, before sliding farther and pulling the other’s legs over our heads and sucking each other’s pussies.  Harlan moved behind me and Lyle moved behind Kate, and I sucked Lyle’s thick cock hard as Kate sucked Harlan’s.

It felt so erotic and nasty having sex with those nineteen-year-old boys, and I couldn’t help thinking of my son, Jacob, and his best friend, Josh, and wondering if they had ever had any MILF pussy.  Josh went to college in the Omaha area instead of leaving Nebraska like Jacob did, and since we were good friends and he stopped by to see us periodically, usually unannounced, I was thinking of fucking him. 

I got Lyle’s cock rock hard, and it’s as tasty and big as Harlan’s cock.  It felt so good when Harlan impaled me on his cock, as I sucked Kate’s clit as Lyle pushed his cock into her.  I licked and sucked his balls when he bottomed out in Kate’s pussy.  I reached over Kate’s ass to hold onto Lyle’s ass as he fucked her, and all of us were so aroused in our double cougar sandwich, which could just as easily be called a cluster fuck. 

The boys fucked us for almost ten minutes before their ejaculations, since that was their second of the night, and I had two orgasms on Harlan’s thick, farm-boy cock, before I felt his cock throbbing and flexing in my pussy, as he moaned, “Oh shit, oh fuck, I’m cumming in your unprotected, married pussy.” 

Harlan’s comment put Lyle over the edge, and I saw his cock throbbing as he inseminated Kate.  I wanted to keep us in that position, and I slid farther down, pulling Lyle’s leg over my head too, which gave me free access to suck his balls and perineum, with his softening cock still soaking in Kate’s pussy.  

I first sucked his huge, low-hanging balls, before moving back to suck his long, bulging perineum, and my senses were inundated with his musky and gamey crotch and ass.  I moved farther back pressing my face into his hairy, muscular ass crack, sucking, and licking him there until zeroing in on his asshole.  I sucked and probed his ass with my tongue, as he squirmed and thrust his thick, soft cock in Kate’s pussy, and from the way Harlan was moaning, I knew that Kate was doing the same to him. 

After feasting on Lyle’s perineum and ass for what seemed like ten minutes, I slid towards Kate’s pussy, and slowly pushed Lyle back, until his cock popped out of her pussy with a slurping sound, and I sucked his cock clean, with my chin pressed into Kate’s cum-filled pussy.  After sucking his cock clean, I began sucking Kate’s oozing pussy as she did the same for me. 

The room smelled musky, like pussy, cum, and sweat when we finally rolled apart, and Lyle said, “Oh fuck, you are such beautiful and nasty sluts, and I’ve never experienced this before.” 

It wasn’t planned, but we changed partners after that, since Kate and I had gotten so intimate with them by sucking their asses, and after fixing ourselves another drink, we lounged on our beds, kissing, hugging, and of course, the boys sucking our breasts as much as they could.  

After snuggling for about a half-hour, I said, “You boys might as well stay the night with us now, but we do need to get up early to get to our seminar.  This has been a lot of fun, and we still have the rest of the night.  We’ve certainly learned that you farm boys grow them big and know how to use them.” 

We all drifted off to sleep for an hour or so, before the boys woke up and fucked us again.  Then we switched partners again for the remainder of the night, and they fucked us again in the morning before we got up to take our showers.  We got the boys’ phone numbers, and as we left the room, Harlan said, “This has been so amazing.  What’s the chance we can see you again before you leave?” 

Kate disappointed them, answering, “We’ve got your number, and will call if we need to.  No offense, boys, because you were great fucks, but we might like to find some other new cocks while we’re here.” 

We were pleasantly tired in class that morning, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that two of the younger male teachers, Mike and Ken, from Grand Island, who looked to be in their late twenties, were stealing glances at Kate and me all morning, and sometimes whispering among themselves.  They’re nice-looking men, and I knew from the wedding bands that they were married.  I didn’t think too much of them looking since men have been gawking at me since high school, when my big tits blossomed. 

It was hard to stay awake, and we were happy when we got a break and walked over to the student union for lunch.  We had just sat down with our food when Mike and Ken walked over with their trays, and Mike asked, “Hi, ladies, do you mind if we join you?” 

We welcomed them and made small talk for the first few minutes, until Ken said, “You ladies looked tired this morning, and it’s nice to see that you’re having fun away from home.” 

It seemed like they had some insight and I asked, “You can’t blame a couple of ladies for spreading their wings a little, but what makes you think we’re having fun?” 

Mike replied, “Ken and I went to school here, and we’re very familiar with the bar you were at last night.  You didn’t see us, but we saw you drinking with those boys and then leaving together, and well, seeing how tired you are, we’re guessing that you cougars got some fresh young meat.” 

I should have been insulted, but I liked being thought of that way, and although he wasn’t subtle, he was telling the truth.  Kate and I laughed, before I decided not to be subtle either, and said, “You sure don’t mind laying it out there, Mike, and yes, we had several servings of that fresh, hard, juicy, young meat.  But why is that of interest to you guys?  Are you thinking that your wives won’t mind if you share a little of your slightly-aged meat with us?”

Ken responded, “Well, that is the idea, but we’d like to take you ladies out to dinner first and see how it goes, no strings attached.  And speaking of spouses, do your husbands know that you’re spreading your wings and legs a little?” 

Kate replied, “My husband doesn’t know, but Sarah’s hubby encourages it, and he enjoys sucking on that meat too.  If this works out, maybe you can come to Omaha for a visit every now and then.” 

We agreed to go with them, and after a nice dinner, we went back to their room in our hotel.  They’re well-hung and must not have been getting much pussy at home, judging from how hungry they were for sex with us.  We sucked and fucked one another, swapping partners, and we stayed in their room all night. 

Kate and I went to the bar again on Wednesday night, picked up two new college boys to fuck, and invited Harlan and Lyle over for our last night in Lincoln.  Instead of boring you by describing the repetitive sexual encounters with the teachers and boys, I thought it would be more enjoyable for you if I described what happened back in Omaha, after being fucked by all that hard, young cock in Lincoln. 

More Young Meat 

On the drive home on Friday afternoon, I told Kate, “As much as I like and am focused on cocks and cum, I’d love it if you could come over to my home periodically, so we can continue to enjoy each other.  You’re an amazingly beautiful and sexy lady, and I can’t get enough of you.” 

Kate of course agreed, and we even stopped in a rest area and kissed and fondled each other.  When I got home, I couldn’t find Andrew right away, but then discovered that the men I had been fucking missed me being gone for a week and upped their game with Andrew. 

I went down to the basement and found Andrew in one of the bedrooms, on his knees sucking Tyler’s cock, while Adam was behind him fucking him in the ass.  They were surprised to see me, when I got undressed, laughed, and said, “I see that you boys missed me and have found another hole to pound.” 

Tyler moved over to fuck me when I got on the bed with them, while Andrew began sucking Adam’s cock, even though he had just been fucking him.  After we had our orgasms, I told them all about my week in Lincoln, and Adam said, “I’m not surprised.  It’s hard for a hot MILF like you to turn down those hard young cocks.” 

Later that night I told Andrew more about how much I enjoyed fucking those teens and younger married men, and shocked him, saying, “Fucking those teens in Lincoln made me think about Josh, and how much I’d like to fuck him.  He must like us since he still comes by to visit and drink with us, to reminisce about the not-so-old days when he slept over and hung out with Jacob.  The next time he comes over, I’m going to fuck him.” 

Andrew said, “Holy shit, Sarah, Josh is almost like a son to us, and that would really be kind of taboo.” 

I said, “Yeah, I know, and that’s why I want to do it.  I’ve been feeling so nasty fucking all those boys and other strangers, as well as Kate, and I can hardly wait to show Josh what a what a whore I am.  I know just what to do and say to make it happen, because of things I know about Jacob and Josh from their senior year in high school.” 

Our lives went back to our new normal for the next two weeks, and then on a Saturday afternoon, after only two hours earlier having fucked Jack and taken a shower, Josh showed up to visit.  I happened to be dressed in the same ‘fuck me’ outfit I wore to the bar in Lincoln, and his eyes popped out when he saw me. 

I said, “Hi Josh, I’ve been thinking about you recently and hoping you’d stop by.  Come on in and have a few drinks with us.  And you can stay the night if you have too much to drink.” 

Josh had been calling us by our first names since he was a senior in high school, and he looked me up and down, saying, “Thanks, Sarah, don’t mind if I do.  And wow, you really look hot.” 

We went down to the party room in the basement, and I made sure to keep his glass full of whiskey, as we sat on the couch together, told stories, and talked about old times.  When we were all pleasantly inebriated and laughing at some of the things he and Jacob had done, I said, “I was a college girl last week, Josh, taking a seminar at NU in Lincoln.  Another teacher, Kate, and I went, and we had a great time.  We went drinking at the (not-to-be-named) bar and couldn’t believe how many of those Nebraska farm boys were putting the moves on us.” 

Josh shook his head to clear his thinking, and said, “Oh no, Sarah, that place has a bad reputation.  I’ve been to Lincoln a few times to visit some friends who go to NU, and they said that a lot of guys call that bar the ‘zoo’.” 

I wanted to put him on the spot, and asked, “Why would they call it that?” 

He nervously answered, “Well, uh, uh, no offense, but middle-aged married ladies supposedly go there to pick up college boys, and since they call older women who are hungry to date younger men cougars, they call it the ‘zoo’.” 

I asked, “Did you ever go there with your friends, and maybe hook up with a cougar?” 

Josh shyly replied, “I don’t want to surprise or shock you, Sarah, but I did go a couple of times, and, uh, you know…” 

I liked seeing him squirm, and said, “I don’t know, Josh, but I’m not surprised you have an attraction to older women after catching you and my naughty boy, Jacob, in the act a few times.” 

He looked nervous, and asked, “What are you talking about?” 

I responded in a way to put him on the defensive, saying, “I never said anything since it was arousing to me, but in your senior year when you used to sleep over here with Jacob, I caught you boys, more than a few times, digging through the dirty clothes hamper and sniffing my panties and bras.  I even saw you lick and taste the crotch of my panties a few times, on days when I was near ovulation and had heavy discharges.” 

Josh sat there stunned, red-faced, and looked nervously at Andrew and me, as he said, “Oh shit, fuck, Sarah, that’s my worst nightmare for you to have seen us.  This is so fucking embarrassing.  We, I, uh, oh shit, I’m so sorry.” 

He was even more nervous as I continued, saying, “You shouldn’t be sorry for something that’s perfectly natural, and that’s not all I saw either.  I followed you boys down to the basement one night after you took a bra and one of my particularly juicy pairs of panties with you, and you didn’t close the door to the bedroom all the way.  Then I saw something that shocked me at the time, but I can talk about it now since Andrew has revealed the same hunger.  I guess the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree.” 

Josh’s face was turning red because he knew what I was going to say, as I continued, “I could hardly believe it when you pushed down your shorts and underwear and covered your face with first one, and then the other, of my bra cups, breathing in the aroma of my tit flesh, since I had sporadic nipple discharge.  Then when you started stroking your cock, Jacob moved down to suck what I thought was a very thick, uncircumcised cock for your age.  I almost lost it when you covered your face with my panties, sniffing and licking the gooey crotch, as Jacob continued sucking your big cock.” 

Andrew was shocked and Josh was horrified by what I revealed, and Andrew asked, “Holy shit, Sarah, why didn’t you ever tell me about that?” 

I first answered Andrew, saying, “I thought that was normal, harmless fun for teenage boys to relieve their raging hormones, although the several times I watched them after that, I never saw Josh returning the favor.  And I didn’t want to take a chance of upsetting you.” 

Then I turned to Josh, and asked, “How did it start with Jacob sucking your cock, and how long did it continue.  Did you ever suck his cock?” 

Josh was embarrassed and humiliated, but managed to say, “It started the first night I slept over in our senior year, when I was telling Jacob how hot I thought you are, and that I could easily get off just thinking about, uh, you know, uh….  He suggested we go through the dirty clothes hamper, and after going back to our bedroom, I pushed down my shorts and started to jerk off.  The next thing I knew Jacob began sucking my cock, and I was in heaven, thinking about, you know, your big tits and fucking you, and having my cock sucked at the same time by your son.” 

He paused for a moment, and continued, “I could hardly believe Jacob was sucking me, and he even kept sucking after swallowing my huge load, and then went down and sucked my balls.  He never even asked me to suck his cock, which is as big as mine, and I wouldn’t have done it anyway.  From then on, for the rest of our senior year and until he left for college, Jacob sucked my cock whenever we had time alone.” 

With everything out in the open, I began rubbing his leg and said, “The things my friend, Kate, and I did in with the boys in Lincoln reminded me of how enjoyable it is fucking hard, young cocks, and if you still want to suck these big tits and fuck me, then this is your lucky night.” 

Josh looked nervously at Andrew, and said, “Oh shit, yes, but what about Andrew, and how could I do that to my good friend, Jacob?” 

I pulled one of his hands to my breasts, and rubbed his crotch with my other hand, and replied, “You’ll learn that Andrew is more than fine with it, and Jacob doesn’t need to know.  Although, he might not mind it since he set you up with my bras and panties and sucked you off while he knew you were thinking of sucking and fucking me.” 

Josh could hardly believe what was happening when I pulled my t-shirt up and off over my head and pulled him down to kiss me, as he began fondling my breasts.  Then I took him by the hand and led him to the same bedroom where Jacob sucked his cock, and we kicked off our shoes, before he pushed his shorts and underwear down and off, as I pushed down my leggings, and we moved onto the bed. 

He was anxious to suck my breasts, and he alternately sucked my areolas and nipples and fondled my pendulous breasts.  I felt his hardening cock on my thigh as I cradled his head and kissed his forehead, and said, “Isn’t this better than sniffing and licking my soiled bras?  And in just a few minutes, you can get a fresh taste of my married pussy, that is so hot and wet for you, Josh, instead of licking my dirty panties.” 

I let him get his fill of my breasts before twisting around into a side-by-side sixty-nine, and I was as hungry to suck his precum-oozing, nine-inch cock, as he was to suck my pussy and clit.  Andrew sat by the bed stroking his dick as Josh and I sucked each other for only about four minutes before his quick-on-the-trigger cock began to flex and throb, flooding my mouth with his tasty cum, just as he had done to Jacob years earlier, as I had an orgasm in his mouth. 

We continued sucking each other as I slid farther down and pulled his leg back over my head and began sucking his hairy, lemon-sized, low-hanging balls, before sucking his perineum with my face pressed in his hairy, muscular ass.  Then I moved farther and began sucking his ass, as he got the hint and did the same for me.  It felt so nasty and taboo to be sucking my son’s best friend that way, and I loved the feeling of my further degradation as a wanton, married whore. 

See Part 4, coming soon, where Josh spends the night, and afterward, he introduces me to more of his friends, who were also friends with Jacob, and I find older men to fuck with some surprising connections.