Tawny stood in front of the full-length mirror, her heart racing with anticipation. The sexy cowgirl costume she had ordered weeks ago hugged her curves perfectly, the tight denim shorts showcasing her long, toned legs, and the cropped plaid shirt barely containing her perky breasts. She twirled, watching the fringe on the sleeves and hem sway with her movements. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she couldn’t resist running her fingers through it, imagining how Scott would later. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.
She had planned this night for weeks, every detail meticulously thought out. Scott, her husband of two years, had no idea what was coming. At 52, he was the embodiment of everything she found irresistible in a man: rugged, experienced, and with a quiet strength that made her knees weak. Her fetish for older men had always been a driving force in their relationship, and tonight, she intended to explore it fully. The cowgirl costume was just the beginning.
Tawny stepped into the bedroom, her boots clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting a warm, inviting ambiance. She had set the scene perfectly: a bottle of Scott’s favorite whiskey on the nightstand, the bed adorned with red silk sheets, and the air filled with the scent of vanilla and leather. It was a sensory overload, designed to ignite every one of Scott’s senses.
Scott was in the living room, his deep voice rumbling as he spoke on the phone. Tawny paused, listening to the familiar tone that always made her heart flutter. He was talking about work, his voice calm and authoritative, but she knew that beneath that composure was a man who could be wild, passionate, and untamed—a bull waiting to be tamed. And tonight, she was the cowgirl who would do it.
She took a deep breath, smoothing her hands over her thighs, and stepped into the living room. Scott’s eyes immediately locked onto her, his expression shifting from surprise to desire in an instant. The phone slipped from his hand, forgotten, as he took in the sight of his young wife in the costume she had chosen just for him.
“Well, hello there, cowgirl,” he said, his voice low and husky. His gaze traveled up and down her body, lingering on the way the shirt clung to her breasts and the way the shorts hugged her hips. “What are you up to, Tawny?”
She smiled, a slow, sultry curve of her lips. “I’m here to tame the bull in you, Scott,” she replied, her voice soft but confident. She walked toward him, her boots clicking with purpose, and stopped just inches away. “And I’ve got all night to do it.”
Scott’s eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he leaned in closer. “Is that so?” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “And what makes you think you can handle me?”
Tawny’s smile widened, and she reached up, running her fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair. “Because I know exactly what you like,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “And I’m going to give it to you.”
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re a bold one, aren’t you?” he said, his hands resting on her hips, pulling her closer. “But I like that about you.”
Tawny leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Then let’s get started,” she breathed, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of his ear. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
Scott’s hands tightened on her hips, his grip firm and possessive. “Lead the way, cowgirl,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I’m all yours.”
She took his hand, leading him back to the bedroom, her heart pounding with excitement. The room was exactly as she had left it, the candles flickering softly, casting shadows on the walls. She turned to face him, her hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms.
“First things first,” she said, her voice playful. “A cowboy can’t ride without his hat.” She reached behind her, pulling out a cowboy hat she had hidden earlier. With a flourish, she placed it on his head, tilting it slightly to the side. “Perfect,” she murmured, stepping back to admire her handiwork.
Scott smirked, tipping the hat slightly in acknowledgment. “You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Everything,” she confirmed, stepping closer again. “Now, let’s get you out of those clothes.”
Her fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning his shirt with practiced ease. Scott’s chest was broad and muscular, his skin tanned and weathered, a testament to years of hard work and experience. She traced her fingers over the lines and contours, her touch light and teasing, before moving to his belt.
“Slow down, cowgirl,” he said, his voice a warning, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. “I want to savor this.”
Tawny grinned, her hands pausing on his belt buckle. “Savoring is overrated,” she replied, her voice mischievous. “Besides, I’ve got a lot of taming to do.”
With a quick flick of her wrist, she undid his belt, her hands sliding down to the button of his jeans. Scott’s breath hitched as she pulled the zipper down, her fingers brushing against the bulge already forming in his boxers. She smirked, her eyes meeting his, before pushing his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion.
His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Tawny’s mouth watered at the sight, her fingers itching to touch, to taste, but she held back, wanting to draw this out. “Impressive,” she said, her voice low and appreciative. “But can you handle me?”
Scott’s eyes narrowed, a challenge flashing in their depths. “Why don’t you find out?” he said, his voice a growl.
Tawny’s heart raced as she stepped closer, her hands resting on his chest again. “Oh, I intend to,” she replied, her voice dripping with promise. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, before pulling back slightly. “But first, I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge here.”
With a swift motion, she pushed him back onto the bed, her hands guiding him down until he was lying flat on his back. She stood over him, her boots planted firmly on the floor, her hands on her hips as she looked down at him. “Now, be a good bull and stay still,” she said, her voice firm but playful.
Scott’s eyes gleamed with amusement, but he did as he was told, his hands resting on the bed as he watched her. Tawny’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as she began to move, her body swaying to an imaginary rhythm, her hands running over her own curves as she teased and tantalized him.
She moved closer, her knees bending as she leaned over him, her breasts inches from his face. “You like what you see?” she asked, her voice husky.
Scott’s hands twitched, but he kept them on the bed, his gaze locked on her. “More than you know,” he replied, his voice thick with desire.
Tawny smirked, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling his head up slightly. “Then prove it,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his. “Show me just how much you want me.”
His hands shot up, gripping her hips tightly as he pulled her down onto him. Their lips crashed together, hungry and desperate, their tongues tangling in a dance that left them both breathless. Tawny moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him deeply, pouring all her desire into the touch.
Scott rolled them over, his body pressing her into the mattress, his weight pinning her down. Tawny gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Now who’s in charge?” he murmured, his voice a low growl.
She smiled, her fingers digging into his skin. “You are,” she admitted, her voice soft. “But only because I let you.”
His lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he leaned down, his mouth trailing kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and to the swell of her breasts. Tawny arched her back, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked and nipped at her sensitive skin, his tongue tracing patterns that left her shivering with need.
“Scott,” she moaned, her voice pleading. “Please.”
He chuckled, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through her. “Please what?” he asked, his voice teasing. “You’ll have to be more specific, cowgirl.”
Tawny’s eyes fluttered closed as his mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue swirling and sucking until she was squirming beneath him. “Fuck me,” she gasped, her voice desperate. “I need you inside me.”
Scott’s hands slid down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist before dipping lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. He hooked his fingers into the elastic, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Tawny lifted her hips, helping him remove the shorts, her panties following soon after.
She was bare before him, her body on full display, her pussy glistening with anticipation. Scott’s eyes darkened with hunger as he looked at her, his hands resting on her thighs, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive flesh. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
Tawny’s cheeks flushed with pleasure at his words, her hands reaching up to pull him down for another kiss. Their lips met hungrily, their tongues dueling as their bodies pressed together, skin on skin. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, hard and insistent, and she moaned into his mouth, her hips tilting up in invitation.
Scott broke the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked down at her. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice rough.
Tawny nodded, her eyes locked on his. “More than ready,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the storm of desire raging inside her.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust forward, burying himself deep within her in one smooth motion. Tawny cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size, her body stretching to accommodate him.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “So tight.”
Tawny’s hips tilted up, meeting his thrusts as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that was both primal and intoxicating. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she drew him closer, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
“Harder,” she gasped, her voice pleading. “I need you harder.”
Scott growled in response, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. The bed creaked beneath them as he pounded into her, his cock filling her completely, stretching her to her limits. Tawny’s head thrashed back and forth, her hair spilling across the pillow as she cried out, her voice echoing through the room.
“That’s it,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Scott’s lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. “I won’t,” he promised, his voice a low rumble. “Not until you’re screaming my name.”
Tawny’s eyes rolled back as he hit a spot deep inside her, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her body tightened, her muscles coiling as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. “Scott,” she cried, her voice breaking. “I’m close.”
He growled in response, his thrusts becoming even more frantic, his hips snapping against hers as he chased his own release. “Come for me,” he commanded, his voice firm. “Let go, Tawny.”
Her body obeyed, her orgasm exploding through her like a wildfire, her cries filling the room as she shattered around him. Scott followed soon after, his cock pulsing deep within her as he spilled himself inside her, his growls of pleasure mingling with her moans.
They lay tangled together, their bodies glistening with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Scott rolled onto his side, pulling her into his arms, his hand resting on her hip as he kissed the top of her head. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.
Tawny smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “And you’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, her voice playful.
He chuckled, his lips brushing against her forehead. “I think we make a pretty good team, cowgirl,” he said, his voice warm.
She snuggled closer, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. “The best,” she agreed, her voice soft. “And the night’s not over yet.”
Scott’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh?” he said, his voice teasing. “And what else do you have planned?”
Tawny grinned, her fingers trailing down his stomach. “You’ll see,” she replied, her voice dripping with promise!
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