A long finger pressed the button to turn off the SUV. She grabbed her bag from the seat next to her. The door opened and long legs slipped out, enjoying the cool air caressing bare skin. Heels clicked on the driveway as she headed into the house. Her short blue dress was barely covering her ass and was allowing for a generous view of her cleavage. It also would need to be dry cleaned. Well-earned stains appeared in a few places.
She smiled and sighed.
Another beautiful morning in suburbia.
She had on thicker sunglasses today as she did not get much sleep last night and her eyes were a bit sore. In fact, a few things on her body ached, not least of which was her hips. Diana Reed kept fit, she used the gym, she ate well, she even ran and biked. Yet at fifty-five, life was catching up in strange ways. And after a glorious night of sex with one of her boyfriends putting her in positions she loved and craved, she would need twenty minutes in the hot tub. Maybe a full hour.
But not until after a quick shower and fresh clothes. Thank God, she did not have to work today.
As the water cascaded down, soaking her brown hair and splashing her large breasts, she smiled remembering what Anthony had done with her. The thirty-year-old black man was on fire last night. They hadn’t seen each other in a month and that usually led to some more aggressive lovemaking and fucking.
When he was in the mood, she just let him take what he needed. And he needed it four times, and in very large, dripping amounts.
She loved being a hotwife and a QOS.
If anyone at work, in her neighborhood, or close friends of her and her husband, ever had an inkling that she was in the hotwife lifestyle. they would probably not be too surprised. After all, she had a sexy bold personality. Being hit-on was not rare for her. She loved the attention but more importantly, she loved the orgasms that often arrived after each proposition.
Her mind drifted back to the joy of the beginning. It was just before her fortieth birthday, now fifteen years ago that she had approached Kyle with her desires.
She admitted to her husband of seventeen years that she was having an affair. She had been fucking one of her colleagues for the last six months and the guilt was finally getting to her. She didn’t feel bad about the sex, she loved it too much. She felt bad about the deceit. Her husband shocked her by not being shocked.
Kyle knew Diana had an extremely active sex drive. It had been one of the things that connected them very early on when they met just after college. They fucked on the first date, something he had never done before.
She had expected him to be upset as she was ten years prior when at thirty, he had confessed his own adventures and she had forgiven him. What a strange thing, monogamy.
Eleven years ago, she had said, “I honestly don’t know one single couple, including my parents and yours, who haven’t at some point broken their vows.”
Kyle had to agree. “So, what’s next? Are you going to keep seeing this guy?”
“Yes,” she had said without hesitation and a steady conviction on her face.
It was her friend Michelle who had told her about the lifestyle. Diana was surprised, but only for a few moments. Once she knew that Michelle had two regular boyfriends and she and her husband were happier than they had ever been, and that their marriage hadn’t collapsed? Well, Diana knew that perhaps there was a possible solution for her sexual restlessness.
Kyle listened, Kyle commented, Kyle fully agreed. They had great sex that night as she related what her affair partner, now openly-declared-boyfriend, did with her. And since that night, just like Michelle and Wayne, they’ve never been happier.
Of course, what’s good for the goose and all that. Kyle currently had two women he saw regularly. And in an ironic twist, one of them was Michelle. Diana couldn’t blame him, Michelle was hot as fuck and had a wonderful tasting pussy. Yep… Diana was bisexual and very proud of it.
***
After her shower, she put on some casual sportswear. Perhaps later she would go for a jog. Happy that Kyle had left the coffee going, she saw a post-it note on her favorite mug. It made her smile and laugh.
“Out of almond milk. But I bet you don’t need any more cream.”
After coffee, she thought she would put her feet up and read for a bit. Maybe take a nap. Isn’t that what older people did? Fuck that, she was fifty. Time to go for a run.
Her eyebrows went up when she heard the garage door being raised. She opened the door by the kitchen and was surprised to see her son, KJ, stepping out of his car.
“What?!” Diana squealed as she trotted out of the garage and slammed into and then enwrapped her wonderful, twenty-two-year-old son into a massive hug. “Hi baby, I didn’t know you were coming home? Is everything alright?”
The curly-headed, attractive, college man smiled and rolled his eyes
“Everything is fine! Jesus, Mom, you worry too much.”
Diana swatted his firm chest. “That’s my job.” She was surprised to see another person coming out of the passenger side. In front of her was a six-foot-two, gorgeous, African American Adonis. This young man had to play football or something. He had short hair and a goatee and mustache. Add a charming smile and sparkling eyes, and Diana’s pussy stood up and said, "Hello, Gorgeous." Diana told her to calm down.
“Well, hello. Who might you be?”
“Mom, this is Zachariah, the new roommate I was telling you about. He took over Joey’s place?”
Diana recalled that one of her son’s roommates moved out when he had an internship move up by one semester. But she didn’t know that someone had taken his place. He extended a large hand, and Diana took it. White manicured fingers looked tiny in his. A rush of electricity coursed through her body hitting all of the right spots. Oh dear…Keeping away from him would be difficult.
“Oh my god, ‘Diana,’ please! Very nice to meet you, Zachariah.”
“Zach, please.”
She nodded and waited for him to let go first. He blushed as he did. This was most definitely going to be difficult.
She hooked her son up by the arm and led them inside. They had come up from school to attend a concert and rather than get a hotel or something they decided to stay at KJ’s childhood home. He told her that he had texted her.
She wondered how she had missed it. She checked her phone and there was nothing there. Kyle Jr. was very embarrassed to realize that he had typed it and never hit Send.
The two young men opted for grabbing something to eat on the way to the concert. This was after Diana had checked the guest room to make sure it was ready for, well, their guest. “I hope it’s comfortable."
She turned and saw the sexy young man was caught looking at her fit ass. He blushed slightly.
“Looks great.” Realizing the awkward innuendo Zach started to stutter. “I, uh, didn’t mean..." She put a hand on his very muscular arm. They both felt expectant possibility passing between them like earlier.
“Yes you did." She winked and whispered, “Thanks for the compliment."
She slid by him, running her fingers along his forearm as she did. Oh yes, difficult was no longer an issue. It was just a matter of logistics and inevitability.
She did her regular evening routine. The house was quiet without her husband there, but this was not uncommon. She was going to slip on some comfortable sleepwear but decided to make a plan for later. She wore a hot pink Teddy with nothing underneath it. Why make it difficult? She climbed into bed and set an alarm for two hours. She estimated that was when the boys would be back from the concert.
A soft dinging woke her, and she was slightly confused for a moment. Why had she set an—? The memory of the sexy black man in the room next-door came rushing back, and she felt her pussy flutter slightly. She lay a hand on it, realizing it had already moistened while she was sleeping. “Good girl,” she said with an appreciative pat. She slipped out of her bed and quietly opened the door. The rest of the house was silent, and she noticed her son’s door was closed. Yes, they had returned.
A thumping heart drove her towards the guest room; the door was ajar. Was this an invitation, or just the way he liked to sleep? She gently pushed the door open hoping she had read the situation correctly. What she saw confirmed everything her sexy body had speculated.
Zachariah lay in the bed with his arms behind his head. His sexy chest and muscles shadowed and glowed in the soft light from the nightstand. She could tell from the shape of the covers that he was already sporting an impressive tent pole. She smiled and he smiled back. She turned and locked the door. She slowly swayed towards him so that her incredible breasts could swing back-and-forth; and so he could see how her aching nipples asked for a pair of lips.
He was quiet and reverent. “Fuck, Diana. You look amazing.”
“Thank you, baby. So do you.”
She crawled onto the bed, breasts, hanging down and swinging in the teddy. There was no way he didn’t see her brown and pink nipples. Exactly what she wanted.
“So, I read this right?”
He nodded.
When their lips met, she thought she might be moaning a little too loudly. And then she thought she didn’t really give a fuck.
This young man knew how to kiss.
One strong arm held the back of her head while the other slid down her back and began lifting the hem of her teddy. Her own hands had slid underneath the covers and were working their way down his incredible clothes-free contours. When she grasped the objective, she let out another moan into a smile. She pulled her head back and gasped.
“What an incredible thing I have discovered. And such a compliment that it is already thick and dripping.” To punctuate the compliment, she let her thumb rub over the head and smear his early drippings around the glans. He almost laughed through their kissing as his breath caught.
"Fuck, yes." He was playful and sexy. A deadly combination. "Go ahead and squeeze it, I can take it."
"I'll do more than that."
She began with a nipple, swirls and pulls. Her hot mouth and wet tongue traveled down the dozen or so ab muscles he sported.
“Dayam,” he whispered in approval.
She moaned as she ran her tongue tip around his navel. He shivered. She smiled.
Even as she approached what was at least seven inches of forearm-thick wonder, she was mapping the landscape of his balls with her fingertips. First oral contact was a traditional tongue swipe for pre-cum and a glide around his glans.
She had often wondered about whether black cock tasted different or if it was psychological, until her best friend and fellow hotwife, Michelle, settled the debate. "It's both; and besides, who gives a fuck?"
Her full lips worked down the underside of him, her hands stroking, spreading her own saliva. She even pressed under his balls, and in response, he pushed up and took hold of her head. Not so tight as to use her, but enough to reassure her of her talent.
Diana moaned with the satisfaction that many people have when their pleasure is acknowledged; their partner engages, and helps to take them to a mutual place of trust.
Her expert mouth worked up and down. Her tongue swirled when it should, saliva dripped when it must. It was wet, but not sloppy. It was hungry, but not out of control. Zach held firm, rotating her head periodically just to try a different angle. She went with it, but still felt like control was in her grasp. Literally.
His movement and groans of, “yes, yes, right there,” kept her enthusiasm burning. She rotated her body until she was perpendicular to him and close enough for him to grab hold of her firm, mature ass. Of course he spanked it. They always do. She popped off his cock with a loud slurp, her head looked to the ceiling as she silently yelped. She could not wake her son; that would be a disaster.
She locked eyes with her new lover. He was cautious, concerned he may have gone too far. She smiled wickedly and whispered, “I am up for a little of that, but I’m afraid it will be too loud.” She took him back in her mouth, then slipped him back out. “Next time.”
Ironically, Zach released his loudest groan, knowing this would not be the only time he would have this incredible woman. He pushed, she dropped. He thrust up, she opened wide. Soon his head was lodged in her throat. A place that so many cocks had been and she loved acknowledging that.
There was no body count for Diana. She was satisfied knowing she had a half a dozen current lovers that she could contact, even go away on special trips. All of this to say, she knew the anatomy of a cock better than most. She knew exactly where he was in his orgasm journey.
She popped off again, but still stroked him. Without saying a word, she climbed over him and lifted her leg. She looked down to line up his gorgeous purple and brown head with her insistent sex.
Initial penetration tells so much about a lover. Will they savor it or will they rush it? Will there be heat, or will there be frustration?
In this case, it bordered on perfection. Once his glans passed the opening of her vagina, her pussy soon filled with the most glorious feeling she experienced in her sex life: taking a beautiful, thick, black cock.
Her sigh slid into a soft “fuuu..” as he completely filled her. When her clitoris touched his pubic bone, she thought she might explode right there. But she tried to hold back, having a feeling that this young cock might go off should she release her own climactic event with him inside.
“Slow baby. You’re so big!” While that was true, some of her twinge was due to a lack of full recovery from Anthony. She was so naughty.
Diana was never one to lavish false praise. She told her lovers what they did well and assisted them in improving when things didn’t go the way they both wanted it. That fit for both men and women she had fucked. She knew that many men were obsessed with size and concerned that that was all that would satisfy a woman. A few of her lovers were not big. In fact, her favorite had a fairly average sized erection. But he was a marvelously attentive lover. She wondered how this college-aged Adonis was going to perform once she started really letting go.
“And you’re so tight and wet,” he murmured. It sounded like he was trying to keep quiet, but embarrassed that that was all he could think of to say. Standard issue sex talk. But in this case it was reality, so, she took it as a compliment.
The tempo she created with her rise of rhythm was beautifully sensual, and electrically stimulating. She loved a new cock, mapping out its ridges and bumps with the smooth muscles of her birth canal. She took in the depth he plunged when she dropped hard; the empty feeling when he was nearly out. That contrast is what drove her to continually find new partners and enjoy that endless discovery of what sex gives a human being.
He was now starting to take some control. His brown hands looked amazing on her paler skin as he gripped her body and thrust up into her. The drive and fire she had been craving appeared as his cock speared up into everything she needed. Over and over again, he scraped all the right places, and she found an orgasm creeping up through her thighs and into her stomach.
Forgotten was the fatigue from the bedroom workout she had with Anthony last night at the hotel. She was completely present with this remarkable young man.
She grasped his chest, nearly pulling his nipples off his body as the orgasm slammed into her. This moment of intensity was what she craved, the surprise of the individual style was what kept her coming back. This one bounced off her insides and exploded in her brain with bright lights and heat.
“Fuuuck yesss…” She nearly deflated as it shook her body and sent her past the boundaries. She collapsed forward, her large chest squishing against his chiseled one.
He held on tight and stopped his thrusting for a few moments. He’d never felt anything like this woman’s cunt. It did things to him that he never imagined. ‘Lot to be said for age and experience,’ he thought. But he was also a male. And he needed to cum and needed it now.
Gripping her body in his strong arms, he rolled them to his left, and soon was on top of her. She let her body be moved, to be manipulated. Part of the appeal of this type of man was his natural instinct to take control. Her thighs were gripped in his strong hands, and he was pushing her pelvis off the bed. He was driving straight down now, the pressure immense, the sounds louder and louder. The mom in her feared waking KJ, yet her sexual mind told her not to worry about it.
Over and over again his thickness filled her, sounding wet, and loud and sloppy. She was trying to tell him to fuck her, but her voice seemed to disappear. She was only emitting grunts and gasps.
His voice was strained but in control. “I’m so close. I’m so close! Where do I…?!”
She took a deep breath and grunted. “Fill me up! I want to feel it flood ungh deep inside me!”
That was all Zach needed to hear. His musculature flexed as one. He was one large sexual organ. Full heavy balls contracted, and the head of his cock flared inside her. It sent her to another orgasmic experience that was extended by the intense volcanic eruption of sexual pleasure deep inside. She stiffened and rode it as long as she could take it. Her legs shook, her skin seemed to explode, and her brain disappeared for a good thirty seconds. This one would be in her memory for a very long time.
***
She quietly slipped into the hallway, her body aching, yet terribly satisfied. Every nerve had been lit, and every nerve needed to rest. In her own bathroom, she cleaned herself up foregoing a full shower until the morning. She would like to be fresh when she made these boys some breakfast. The comfort of her pillow was welcome, the ache in her pussy felt like an old friend.
That was one hell of a 72 hours, she told herself.
***
Two young college boys sat at the kitchen table eating what can only be described as something out of a sitcom. There was bacon and scrambled eggs and pancakes. Juice and coffee and lots of laughter. They told stories of the concert and showed pictures of some of the crazy people they saw. They were a little embarrassed when they showed her a picture of a girl dancing topless. Diana smiled and simply said, “Good for her.”
After a while, it was time for them to head back to school.
“Thanks for having me,” Zach said innocently.
Diana gave him a kind firm hug. “Thank you for coming.”
He froze for a moment, suddenly aware of the double entendre. She patted him on the back and whispered, "Thank you for fucking me.”
He nodded, blushed and awkwardly headed out the door.
Diana softly smirked, then turned to hug her son.
He had the strangest look on his face, halfway between a smile and an accusation. Her heart jumped to her throat. He knew.
“You guys were so fucking loud last night. But don’t worry. I’m not upset. I know all about what you do, Mom, do does my sister, and it doesn’t bother us. In fact, that’s kind of why I brought him home. I wanted to see if you would take the bait. I guess Dad was telling the truth. Love you, I’ll see you in October.” He kissed her cheek and left her speechless at the door.
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Love wins,
Matt
PS. Thanks again, Diana.
