"So we're agreed on these?" Susan Mayer asked her friends, Gabby Solis and Bree van de Kamp. The three of them were sitting at Susan's kitchen table drinking coffee, clustered around a laptop.
Gabby nodded. But Bree paused, frowning, "I'm not sure, let's have another look."
Susan pressed a button and the first photo came up. It was of Bree and Susan from their last evening out, the two Milfs being lifted up under their thighs by two guys, displaying their well open assholes, which the two studs had just been hammering. Bree looked at it, with the black stripe across her and Susan's eyes you would only recognise her if you knew who you were looking for. She didn't think those people who she wanted to keep her sex-life secret from - her Church Minister, fellow members of the PTA and her children - would be frequenting pornography sites. Well Andrew and Danielle might be, but in both cases she thought that their interest would be in man on man, not amateur Milf. So it wasn't fear of discovery that was making her pause, it was more Bree was a perfectionist and if she was going to submit photos to an amateur sex website she wanted them to be the best. "Can we have a look at the other shot?"
Susan and Gabrielle groaned, but Susan did as she was asked, clicking onto a photo taken a second earlier. Bree looked at it, trying to compare it in her mind to the previous shot. To her friends they might look the same, but in this one her asshole was a little wider, her smile a little less bright. She decided that as her eyes were blacked out viewers weren't going to concentrate on her mouth. She tapped the screen, "Can we swap? I prefer this one."
"Okay," Susan made a few more clicks and replaced the first attachment in the e-mail with its replacement. Then, before Bree could change her mind again she clicked on the second attachment. This time the redhead had been the photographer, taking the snaps as Gabrielle's face was buried between her butt-fucked friend's ass cheeks, licking the cum out of Susan's asshole. Bree was proud of the lighting for that one and the look of lust she'd got in Gabby's eyes, which was the only part of her face you could see above Susan's round butt. She did wonder whether it was the best, there was another she'd taken, from a different angle, which really showed the cum dribbling out and the tongue going in. Perhaps Susan read her mind, in any case the brunette clicked onwards before Bree could comment.
"Now this is my favourite," giggled Gabby as the final shot came up.
It was a selfie Gabby had taken of the three of them, not long after the guys had cum. The Latino housewife was holding the camera and smiling as Susan and Bree rested their heads on her shoulder, cum still covering their faces and chests, like silvery gooey tentacles. Bree remembered they'd only taken the one snap before the cum started to drip away and they had to start licking or lose it to the floor. Unlike Gabby she didn't think it was a great photo - she didn't disagree it worked well as a narrative for the night; ass-fucking, ass-eating and facial. But the symmetry was wrong, Gabby was not right in the middle of the photo and her own and Susan's heads weren't aligned so she was looking slightly to one side and Susan to the other, their smiles at different angles. She had mentioned that and had been outvoted two to one and she decided not to press for a last minute recount. Instead she smiled and lied "It's good."
"Okay, we're all agreed," said Susan. And before Bree could object again, she pressed send, e-mailing the photos to 'www.mysexymilf' to add to the thousands of amateur snaps the site already had of thirty-plus women getting fucked, including, according to Gabby, a couple of dozen of her that various boyfriends had taken over the years. "That's done," she said and shut the laptop.
Bree nodded, feeling both naughty and liberated about submitting some intimate photos of herself to the web so that thousands of guys could jack off over them. It was a feeling she'd been having a lot recently, with firstly Susan introducing her to the joys of casual sex and then her and Gabby joining Bree for a bangathon with a group of guys who Bree had already forgotten the names off. Even if externally she kept her cool, prim exterior, went to flower arranging classes with the rest of her church and baked cookies for the local scout group's fundraiser, she was turning into a slut and enjoying it. She smiled at Susan, "Are you sure you can't join us tonight?"
Susan looked torn, she enjoyed hard dick as much as Bree, but after a few seconds she ruefully shook her head, "I can't. I promised Julie I'd help her study tonight; I can't bail at short notice, she'd get suspicious."
Bree, having teenage children herself, sympathised; she too wanted to keep her role as a 'fuck anything Milf' secret from her kids. Gabby, younger than them both and a trophy wife with no children was less understanding. She gave a shrug, "You could just tell her Bree's got an emergency and you need to support her, no need to tell Julie that it's a 911 for cock."
Again Susan looked tempted, then she shook her head again, "No... I can't, I don't want to let Julie down. It's an important year at school."
Gabby tried one more time, "The bar we're going to go to is a college one. It'll be full of young, hunky college studs, with huge dicks who just want to fuck a cute Mom like you."
"No, no, I can't" Susan put her stern face on, "But I hope you too have fun."
"We will," smiled Bree as Gabby grinned and nodded in agreement.
*
It was safe to say the bar wasn't Bree's type of place. The music was loud and instead of harmonies was all twangy guitar or pounding drumbeat. The décor was a mixture of fake wood walls and signed football jerseys, stained or faded or both. And when she had gone to get a drink the barman had looked blankly as she asked for anything more sophisticated than beer until eventually she settled for a cheap, and nasty, glass of white wine.
However, standing there and looking round at the clientele she recognised the bar had advantages. She thought little of the competition, the women might have been young and they could have been cute, but they'd dressed little different from the guys in jeans and T-shirts, thinking the way to impress them was to match drink for drink until one of them collapsed insensible. They were no match for the sultry housewives in their classy dresses and high-heels. And the guys were to die for, sure there were few chubby losers with glasses or acne, but there were many more hunky, good-looking young studs with sporty physiques and sex on their mind.
"What about them?" Gabby nudged her friend and nodded towards a table with two hot looking college jocks, slamming down the beers.
Bree had noticed them before, but she also had noticed that they weren't alone. It was a shame, as she would have been perfect. "They've got a couple of friends at the bar," she answered
"Female?" asked Gabby, her eyes still fixed on the two at the table, like a hawk eyeing a rabbit.
"Male," said Bree in reply.
"Good looking?"
Bree looked along to where the two other guys had picked up four beers from the bar and were wending their way back to their friends, deciding quickly her earlier impression still held. "Yes, they're handsome, very athletic looking."
"So what's the problem?" asked Gabby.
"There's four of them..." Bree said and paused as she considered the rest of her answer.
Gabby was willing to help her thinking along, "I could handle three."
That decided Bree, "That would be greedy," she smiled, "Two each and we can swap."
Her friend smiled and nodded, following a step behind as Bree strode confidently up to the table, "Can we join you boys?" she purred seductively. Without waiting for an invite she pulled up a chair and sat down, "I'm Bree and this is my friend Gabby, we're on a ladies night out." As she spoke she stretched slightly so that her bosoms pushed at her dress and her cleavage was shown to its full advantage. Beside her Gabby was as subtle, licking her lips like a cougar already imaging the taste of its prey as she raised her glass in a silent, but sensual, toast.
The four guys looked at each other. It was the shortest of them who spoke first, and by shortest that meant he was still only a couple of inches shy of six foot. "I'm Todd." He had close cropped blonde hair and now Bree was close to him she could see a silver stud in his nose. He pointed the guy next to him, his skin the colour of a Mediterranean pirate and his face covered by a dark stubble which was not quiet a beard, "This is my roomie, Chris." Chris raised a hand in hi and Todd moved onto the next man, who was just sitting down after his trip to the bar "Mike." Mike nodded in greeting, as he pulled back his chair; like the others his hair was short, but the way it was starting to recede from his forehead suggested he'd be bald by his mid-thirties. Todd pointed to the last of the guys, a young man with bleached blonde hair, which spiked at all angles, "Liam. He and Mike are on the same soccer team as me and Chris. We're out celebrating a win."
"So did any of you score... " Gabby giggled, her gaze moving in such a way round the table to tell them they were scoring now.
"Oh yeah," Todd grinned. He understood the hidden conversation, "I think we all did."
"Oh you did," purred Bree, she seductively sipped her wine and ran a finger down the front of dress from the cleavage to her navel, like she was tracing an imaginary zip. "It's very noisy here, and a little smelly, is your place near? We could go there and carry on hearing about your scoring techniques."
"All four of us?" Chris's eyes widened slightly, before he gave a slight grunt as a sharp elbow from Mike slid into him.
