He couldn’t pass up the opportunity of a lifetime to enjoy another man’s MILF wife.
“Tell me, young man. Would you like to fuck my wife?”
I almost choked on my Guinness. I swallowed and cleared my throat, using the opportunity to come up with an appropriate response to an inappropriate question. “Uh, is that a roundabout way of you asking if I think Mabel is attractive? Because she’s a beautiful lady.”
His elbow rested on the bar and he looked over at the table where his wife was seated. She was wearing a dress that showed off her ample cleavage, enjoying a drink and maybe enjoying the not-so-covert stares other men were giving her.
“No,” he said, smiling. “I meant it in a literal sense.”
Mild panic coursed through me. I was on holiday down in the Devonshire countryside. I figured, why not? The modern plague had ravaged the country, and normalcy had only just returned to the British populace. I’d spent two years holed up in my parent’s house, working in my bedroom. If those two years had taught me anything, it was that life was too fucking short.
I wanted a holiday in a nice cottage for a couple of weeks. Just me and myself.
So that’s what I did.
Howard and Mabel were holidaying in the neighbouring cottage. Pleasant older couple. I was polite to them and made friendly conversation when I saw them. We even had lunch down at the beach a five-minute walk away.
That was nice. Sun, sea and Mabel wearing a sexy bikini with a see-through shawl that left nothing to my imagination. I always thought older women were hot, but she dominated my masturbatory fantasies for most of the week.
“Do you know what you’re asking me?” I asked Howard. Was he going senile or having a mental break or something? Was this a test?
“I’m old, son. Not stupid. It’s a simple question.”
“But… Why?”
He looked at his wife appreciatively. There was a glint in his eyes that was filled with nothing but warmth and love. “She’s been mine for over thirty years now. God, if I’d be so lucky, to have her for longer. James, she’s taken a shine to you. We’re on holiday. I want what she wants and I don’t give a fuck about anything but her happiness.”
“So, you’re asking me to sleep with Mabel?” my heart started pounding like I just finished a marathon. Excitement coursed through my veins.
He finished his drink and waved to his wife. “That’s exactly what I’m asking. But there are a few rules.”
So… Here I was.
After I tentatively agreed — I mean, it’d be rude to tell him how I was so ready to fuck his wife of over thirty years — he told me where to go.
You’d think it’d be easier just to pop into their cottage and do the deed, but Howard and Mabel wanted to try something different. He told me to drive to the nearby forest, which was a popular attraction in the day, but not so much at night. There was no one here except for me. Which was why I wondered if this was the ideal setup for an axe murder or something.
At least the stars were out in the sky, and it was a warm summer evening. Maybe ten minutes had passed before another car approached. I recognised the green Jeep as Howard’s.
They drove past, with Mabel sitting in the back, making brief eye contact and flashing a smile. They stopped further down the parking area, closer to the copse of pine trees.
A moment later, the cabin light came on as Mabel opened the passenger door. She didn’t get out. Howard got out and came around to her side and stood there like a sentry.
I took a breath. They were waiting for me. For some reason, I was really nervous.
“Be a fucking man and go for it. They want this. You want this,” I said to myself in the rear-view mirror.
I climbed out of my car and made my way toward them, feeling the pebbles crunching underfoot.
“Glad you could make it,” Howard said, smiling warmly at me.
I gasped as he moved aside. Mabel was stroking her pussy under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties and was completely shaved, which I did not expect.
“I’m so glad you came, James,” she purred. “I was so worried I wouldn’t have anyone to play with.”
I swallowed. Her cunt looked painfully swollen and wet with need.
Harold squeezed me on the shoulder. “Have you ever been with a mature woman, young man?”
“No, sir, this would be my first time.”
In my twenty-two years of being alive, I’d had a few tussles with girls my age, but never done anything with anyone older than their late twenties.
“You’re in for a treat. Mabel is insatiable. I hope you can satisfy her.”
“I-I’ll do my best.”
Mabel giggled. “Don’t put pressure on the poor boy. He looks like he’s being interviewed for an important job. Come to auntie Mabel, honey.”
She opened her arms as if she was expecting a hug. I embraced her and her smiled deepened. Then she pressed her lips against mine.
I gasped, my eyes widening a little. I could tell from the way the corners of her eyes deepened that she found that amusing.
“Don’t be shy, son. Let her in. Taste her. She likes a sweet kiss.”
My lips trembling, I yielded, and instantly her warm, soft tongue slithered into my mouth, followed by a long, needful moan.
She tasted sweet and minty. And I couldn’t help but hold her tighter to me as our tongues danced against each other, tasting and exploring each other for the first time.
Howard pulled his dick out and started jerking it long and slow. I assumed he was on the lookout for uninvited guests, but the allure of watching us was too strong. “That’s so hot, sweetheart. Are you enjoying his sweet kiss?”
Mabel pulled away, and I took in a few breaths.
“He’s delicious, just as I hoped,” she purred, licking her lips. “Now, James, would you like to taste me? Or is my pussy too old for your tastes?”
“Oh, not at all, Mabel. If anything, I think you’re one hell of a milf,” I said earnestly.
“God, I love how honest and lovely you are.”
She opened her legs up to give me a better look. Close up, she was even more alluring. Stockings wrapped around her smooth, milky white legs like a guided path straight to her core. She was pink and inflamed, and I found my throat feeling parched.
I knelt down and went between her legs, feeling her hand guide the back of my head. “That’s it, sweet boy. Lick me.”
As I got closer to her pussy, I inhaled the pungent scent of her arousal that went straight to my dick. I’d played with a few girls, but none were like this. Gagging for it. Her lust, craving for me, stirred my ego like nothing else.
I stuck my tongue out and ran it up along her slit.
Mabel threw her head back and cried out. “Ohhh!”
I lapped at her again and again, tasting her sweet, aroused nectar dancing on my tongue.
“That’s it, James. Eat my wife’s married pussy,” Howard choked. He gripped his dick hard, as if trying to stop himself from cumming too soon.
I moaned into her pussy. My face was slick with her juices, but I didn’t care. Something about the way she stroked the back of my head made me want to make her cum. I dragged my tongue up, until my mouth closed over her hard little nub. Then I ran slow circles around it, running my tastebuds against her.
Mabel cried out. She sobbed and begged, and her legs clamped hard around my face.
“Oh, God. You’re going to make me cum with that mouth of yours, you sweet boy. Don’t stop, please.”
I felt blood pulse on the tips of my ears, as well as throbbing painfully into my cock.
I sucked and swirled, eager to make her climax. I felt her tummy tense up and suddenly she cried out, her fingers clawing into the back of my head.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fucking hell!” she screamed. Her thighs tightened so hard around my head, I thought it would pop. She gripped onto me right as she came, her climax blasting through her, making her writhe and shudder.
Eventually, her thighs loosened up, and she let go of me. I stood, sucking in the fresh night air.
“Oh, goodness. That was lovely,” Mable gasped.
“You look amazing when you cum,” her husband said, smiling. “Now, James, are you ready to fuck her?”
“What? Doesn’t she need a quick break?”
Howard chuckled. “Son, I told you. She has a huge appetite.”
He reached into the front passenger seat and handed me a box of condoms. “Different sizes and flavours. Take your pick.”
I squinted my eyes and ran my finger over the squares, trying to find one that fitted me. When I picked one, Mabel slid out of the back and got on her knees.
“Wait, I want to taste him first. You don’t mind, do you, James?”
“Uh, no, of course not.”
I stood there awkwardly as she pulled my shorts down, along with my briefs. My dick sprang up, almost hitting her in the face. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped, clearly liking what she saw. It felt kinda weird, because Howard was watching, too.
“I can’t wait to have you in my mouth. Let’s hope I don’t get too carried away,” she purred.
Her eyes were locked onto mine the entire time my dick disappeared into her mouth. Instantly, my legs turned to jelly as she moaned, sending sweet vibrations through my dick. God, it wasn’t like any other blowjob I’d experienced before. It was hot, wet, and tight, and for some reason I sensed that Mabel genuinely enjoyed doing it. Her cheeks hollowed, and she sucked as if she was desperately trying to extract the cum out of my balls.
My hands shot out, and I grabbed onto the bodywork of the jeep for support.
“What a beautiful fucking sight,” Howard groaned. “James, there’s nothing quite like the bittersweet pleasure of watching your wife enjoy another man’s cock with such passion.”
I simply grunted and hissed between my teeth. I didn’t know how to respond to that.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Who is my gorgeous little cocksucker?”
Howard’s hand threaded through his wife’s hair, curling into it. Then he used a little force, guiding her mouth back and forth over my aching cock. “You like that, don’t you?”
She moaned, clearly enjoying her husband making her suck my cock.
Howard licked his lips. “We both know you can do better than that.” His hand pressed into her harder, and my shaft disappeared deeper into her mouth. I cried out from the impossible tightness of my head pushing against the back of her throat.
“Take it, sweetheart. I know you want to.”
Mabel made a strangled noise. Then, to my exquisite bewilderment, my dick slid down her throat.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.
Mabel’s nostrils flared as she tried to draw in more air. I thought she was choking, but she kept advancing until her nose buried into my pubes.
“Perfection,” Howard said, his voice trembling with pride.
It was hard to focus. I had my dick all the way down a milf’s throat. I couldn’t even describe the pleasure wrought onto me. It was like being surrounded by a coiled tightness that gripped me mercilessly.
Then Mabel reached under and gave my nuts a tug. It almost hurt, but not quite, and the effect made me buckle and my entire body shudder. My dick swelled with need, primed and ready to cum.
“I’m going to cum,” I groaned.
She made another noise and worked her mouth slowly back and forth. The act did disastrous things to me and I was ready, so fucking ready to nut…
And then Howard pulled his wife off of me.
Mabel cried out, clearly distressed. “No, that cum is mine.”
“Not yet, sweetheart. It’ll be yours, I promise. But we don’t have much time. Do you want to feel young James’ cock in your slutty cunt?”
She looked at me, then up at her husband. He stroked her cheek, and something was decided upon with that one action. She got on her feet and sidled back into the rear of the jeep, legs dangling out.
“Go on, James. Don’t keep my wife waiting.”
I peeled open the packet and pulled the rubber over my dick. When I got close to Mabel, she felt for my cock, found it and guided it to her entrance.
“Hurry, James. Put your hot, virile cock in me,” she begged.
She let go of me and I pushed forward, feeling her milf pussy enclose around my dick. It was an amazing feeling, so hot and slick, and it tightened and relaxed around me constantly, as if her pussy was desperate to get to my cum.
The door of the jeep opened on the other side. Howard made his way around while we got comfortable.
“Sorry, love. I need some relief, too.”
Mabel had her head craned back, smiled, and reached out for her husband’s cock and guided it into her mouth.
Her pussy tightened around me again, making me hiss. I was grateful for the thin barrier between us, or I would’ve already busted my nut.
“What do you think? Amazing, isn’t she?” Howard asked me.
“Y-yeah, you’re a lucky man, Howard. Mabel is such a sexy woman.”
We were like that for several blissful, agonising moments, each of us filling Mabel’s holes. She moaned with pleasure beneath us, grabbing her breasts over her dress.
“C-can I see your tits?” I asked.
Howard chuckled, but otherwise carried on feeding his wife with his cock.
Mabel reached under the hem of her dress and pulled it up until her tits came out.
I groaned at the sight. Big tits were a massive kink of mine, and Mabel had a gorgeous pair. They were much more than a handful that were beginning to sag, losing the eternal fight with gravity. I watched with wonder as every time I thrust hard into her, her breasts would bounce in tandem. I licked my dry lips, eyeing up those sweet, gumdrop sized nipples of hers.
“I’m so sorry, Mabel,” I groaned. And I leaned in and took one of them into my mouth. Mabel moaned, which made Howard hiss, no doubt feeling his wife’s mouth tightening around his cock even more.
I was in pure heaven. Balls deep in a milf pussy and enjoying a huge pair of breasts. I was surrounded by the mix of her natural scent, sweat and perfume, which was intoxicating.
Then I felt her hands feeling around my crotch area. Her manicured nail scratched at the base of the condom.
“Mabel?”
Her finger wiggled more, and she found better purchase and started picking at it until it unfurled from the base.
“Mabel, it’s going to come off,” I warned.
“It’s a bad habit of hers,” Howard laughed. “She really likes you, James. And if she takes a shine to you, she needs to feel your cock. Raw. Now or never. You better pull away while you still can.”
My hips pulled back. It was impossible not to. But the moment I did, she yanked the entire thing off.
I groaned as her hand shot out and took my cock in an underside grip, slick with my precum. She stroked low and slow, letting the base of her palm graze against my tip, making me hiss with pleasure.
It wouldn’t take much for her expert hand to make me cum from that alone.
Slowly, she guided my dick closer and closer to her unprotected pussy. A small part of my brain, the rational bit, told me to pull away. My animal brain salivated with need.
The moment my uncovered cock pressed against her womanhood, I was gone.
“Ohhhhh, fuck,” I sighed.
It was like I was melting into her. Her tight honeyed inner walls gripped me, sending rapturous bolts of unimaginable pleasure inside and all around my dick. I was being sucked in by her slick heat, and it was impossible to pull away from.
“Fuck,” I cursed again.
Howard grinned. “I know the feeling all too well.”
Mabel let go of her husband’s cock and laughed. It was the type of laugh that made her chest shudder. “Oh, God. Your cock feels amazing.”
“Fuck her, son.” Howard groaned. “Fuck your cum into her. My dirty little slut wife loves cum, especially from young bulls like you.”
The words made the inner walls of her pussy tighten around me. I bit my lip, hard. My balls ached, desperate to unload, and it was difficult to hold it back anymore.
“Give it to me,” she whimpered. “I need it inside me. Fill my fertile womb with your seed, sweetie.”
“F-fuck…”
Her legs closed around me, locking me in. Then she pulled me close in a tender embrace.
Her scent… Her heat… Her desperate need for my cum…
“Cumming,” I groaned. “I’m going to c-cum..!”
I threw my face forward, forcing my mouth against hers. She moaned, gleefully sucking on my tongue that invaded her mouth.
My cock swelled and tensed. And I came.
I moaned into Mabel’s mouth as a hot, thick rope of cum shot forth, blasting deep into her waiting cunt. Her pussy trembled and tightened around me over and over, milking me, desperate to draw in as much of my cum as possible.
She had me in a death grip. I thrust into her hard. Each time I was ready to shoot, I slammed it into her, pushing my seed deeper into her womb.
“Fuck, yes…” she purred, licking her lips. Her eyes were glassy, filled with satisfied ecstasy.
Howard’s hand was a blur. His cock hovered over her face. “My sexy, beautiful wife…” he choked.
She panted heavily, drawing in deep breaths. But she smiled, reached up and cupped her husband’s balls, groping them and tugging on them.
“Fuck!” He let out a howl, and his body jerked.
Mabel whimpered as a streak of cum shot forth and hit her on her face. It glazed her forehead, nose, and lips, and streaked down her chin. Her tongue snaked out and licked it up.
I pulled back and watched in fascinated disbelief as she scooped as much as she could and ate it up.
Then her hand reached between her legs, feeling for my cum leaking out, and licked that up, too.
“Pass me the wet wipes, please.”
Howard opened the glove box, found them, and handed the packet to his wife.
“Thank you.”
She took her time cleaning herself up while us guys were content just yanking our clothes back on.
“How was it?” Howard asked me.
“Amazing. Can’t believe that actually happened, to be honest.”
“We get that a lot. I’m glad you came. You wouldn’t believe how many men bottle it instead of turning up.”
I looked over at Mabel. She was taking her time cleaning herself up. She looked satiated for now, and that graceful elegance came back.
My cock stirred, thinking how lovely it would be to have her as a regular thing.
“Thank you for letting me enjoy your wife.”
“The feeling is mutual. Best way to cap off a lovely holiday.”
Once Mabel was finished, she bagged up the wipes and gave me a hug and a gentle kiss on the lips.
They said goodnight and drove off. I sat in my car for a little while, processing everything.
When I got back to my cottage, it didn’t take me long to fall asleep, spent and exhausted.
In the morning, I took my daily stroll around the neighbourhood. Howard’s jeep was no longer outside their rented cottage.