"Pound me Matt! Oh wow it's so deep. Ummmmm. Oh yeah, fuck me Matty. You are so hard. Oh fuck yeah," I moaned as I glanced up to the loft above the Ottoman and smiled at my husband of 30 years. I was hoping he had a good view.
"Just like that Matt. Deeper baby," I moaned out loud.
Me and my hubby are getting older and joined the purple gym to stay in shape.
We have some wild fantasies and we decided to live them out in an erotic 30 day challenge. Neither one of us has had sex with someone else in more than 30 years, other than in our fantasies with each other. Sometimes our fantasies and role play can get pretty wild, but we've never crossed the line.
Hubby thought it was time for me to have some fun. He said that as a woman it would be easy to get laid, but for him it would be harder at his age. He's is great shape and has a monster schlong and knows how to use it, but I do acknowledge it is harder for men to get laid by a stranger than for women.
He's 6 feet and about 205 and runs a lot. I'm 5'3" with nice hips, 36C's, with salt and pepper hair and Italian skin complexion.
Back in the day, I got whatever I needed in the sex department, and even now I turn the heads of younger guys.
I'm not sure why I agreed to this whole idea, but the thought of doing the whole cougar thing in a gym full hard young cocks made me soaking wet.
We decided on Friday night that our first day in the purple gym would be Monday morning since I'm off on Monday's.
All weekend I obsessed about it. One minute I was so horny and the next minute I was going to bail on the whole idea.
But the thought of riding a young, hard dick kept prevailing and I went through my workout stuff a couple times to figure out what to wear.
Monday morning rolled around and as we drank our coffee my honey said he was going to stay home and I should do day one solo to work my magic.
He suggested I bring my victim home and fuck him in the living room. He said he would set up the camera and could watch from the loft above.
I took a deep breath and walked through the double glass doors. I was uncharacteristically nervous. I had no idea how I was going to score a hot young man, but I was ready to try.
The thrill of the hunt had aroused all of my senses. I was definitely on the prowl and I could feel it in all the right places as I scanned my card and headed for the treadmill for a warmup.
I was dressed in light gray yoga pants that gripped my ass, but more important, wrapped tightly around my vagina, almost showing a camel toe if you looked really hard.
I have dark hair with silver streaks appearing, stand 5'3" tall, with 36DD breasts that both men and women seem to stare at often. and at the moment, I was horny as hell thinking about the possibilities.
I stepped off the treadmill and headed for the benches, grabbing a pair of dumbbells along the way. There were a couple guys on either side of me and I saw them glancing at me as I pressed the weight on the bench.
After my third set, a hot young man approached and asked if he could work in with me on the bench. He was young, probably early twenties, about 6 feet tall and good looking with brown hair. He looked good in his shorts and of course I agreed.
I got off the bench and he hopped on and did a set. As he stood up, I asked him what I should do to work my shoulders
He reacted by touching them and asking if I wanted shoulders or back. I liked his aggression and the touch.
We talked for a minute and I introduced myself. He said his name was Matt. I asked where he lived and he said he was a senior college student at the local college, but lived in an apartment off campus with a couple other guys,
Damn I thought, maybe this is the guy for me to take home today. We started talking about music and he helped me get my technique right on a couple lifts for my shoulders.
On my last shoulder lift, I was standing and he was right behind me almost touching me as he spotted me with the dumbbells. Twice he reached up and touched my body, adjusting my technique. The second time his hands dropped from my shoulders and brushed my ass. Umm.
Well, as old as I am I didn't have time to waste. We walked over to the ab area, laid on the mat and counted out some situps. We were talking about music and I asked Matt if he could hold my ankles while I squeezed out another 20 sit-ups.
He grabbed my ankles and I watched him stare at my tits as I came up and he was glancing at the mound between my legs. I liked it all.
We finished up and we sat there talking. This dude was mine I thought.
"So what are you doing after your workout," I asked Matt
"Just heading home to get a shower". he replied innocently.
"How'd you like to get a shower at my house," I boldly interjected. Even I was surprised by my direct question.
"Well you are hot as hell, but that is a big ring on your finger," Matt was staring at my hand and my boobs.
I explained to Matt what I was up to and how my hubby had encouraged me to break out of my slump by doing something completely unexpected in our lives.
"I think you are just what this lady needs today," I smiled and touched his hand.
"Come get a shower at my house," I said again. "My hubs will just watch if he is even home." I wasn't begging, but I was hopeful.
"I have a large custom shower big enough for two and you get your own shower head, so you don't have to touch me," I teased.
"Oh, then I'm in if I don't have to touch you," he laughed. "Lead the way beautiful."
Matt followed me home and I texted my honey telling him I had scored and we were going to take a shower. I told him not to set up the camera until we left the shower and went back downstairs to the living room.
My honey seemed genuinely excited for me. I guess we will see. I haven't had sex with anyone else in thirty years, but he was a good lover. The thought of fucking a young college guy was getting my juices flowing. And having my husband secretly watch really got me going.
We walked in the house and I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to the master bath.
