Grass 2

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Bucket List

A tear stained page of a diary lays open in the chilled afternoon air. Scrawled in flowing cursive at the top the words "Bucket List". Followed by a list of goals for a life still to be lived. Stay under a canvas and the stars, Sponsor a guide dog, Climb a very large hill, Make my own wine, go on a cycling trip, Be a posh diner for an evening. Most notably at the bottom of the page was an item added later, written in harsh scrawl in stark contrast to the rest of the list "Experience another man" with a sharp line crossed through it signifying completion.

A breeze blows through the open window rustling the blond hair of woman crying on the diary. A sudden gust of wind blows several pages over in the diary and the woman finds herself remembering how this whole ordeal began.

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"It feels so liberating without him holding me back you know. It's like the whole world is mine for the taking for the first time in my life. I am free to do as I please with whoever I please whenever I please." Louise rambled on, "Speaking of whomever I please let me tell you about this guy I saw recently..."

On and on she went as I try to listen to the selfish rambling of my chatty sister. I want to be a good big sister and support her new adventure in life after her divorce but she has become rather childish. At 44 it hardly seems proper to act like a teenager again just because she is single.

"And then there is the matter of his cock!" she blurts out and I blow my latest sip of wine into a hastily grasped napkin saving at least some embarrassment. She laughs heartily while I clean up the mess she caused with her blurting profanities while we drink.

"I wish you could have seen this thing, I mean my husband was no shorty but this thing stood up like a monument to sex and I said to myself how the hell is that going to fit inside me. I tell you it took some work but I got it in and what a time it was. I never would have imagined having another man do the things he did to me after my husband but I was begging for more once he did." She went on as I listened astonished by her brazen talk of debauchery.

"That seems a slight bit unlikely to me, I mean you're no spring chicken yourself I am sure this man is not that spry at our age either."

"At 25 he better be spry else what am I using him for"

"25 you say? He might as well be 12 he's half your age less a day or so, what business do you have robbing the cradle like some kind of hedonist?" I reply with both surprise and disgust.

"He wanted it as badly as I did, maybe more, and he called me a 'Cougar' saying that he liked being prey to such a sexy predator. I never would have imagined that would be so exciting but the more he spoke of it the more I wanted to see what he had to offer and I don't regret it one bit, in fact I may go find another one to play with soon."

"Another one? Are you mad? You barely got divorced and now you're talking about having 2 men so close together like some sort of whore? What happened to the proper sister I grew up with?"

"She got the best sex of her life that's what."

The topic soon changed to other less uncomfortable talk but the seed had been planted it would seem. Once our bottle was done and we parted ways for a time I was left to remember the words she had said.

I found myself unable to think of anything but the idea of another man. Obviously I could never, I am married and happily at that. I made a vow before God himself to honour my man until death does us part. Sure things had been rocky for a time but like all obstacles, we had overcome that and moved happily into early retirement spending our time together the best way we know how.

We have struggled recently to have relations in the last five years or so, that being the way of the older generations lest we want broken hips or so. My sister was the anomaly of course, maybe the new found freedom was the reason for this youthful energy, her bones will bring her back to reality soon enough.

Bones, like the one she was riding in her tall tale. Rigid members standing up on duty just waiting to be stuffed into the folds of a pussy and rubbed repeatedly until sweet release.

I can't believe I just fantasized like that; here I am a woman of 49 years fantasizing about another man when I have a perfectly good husband. What was I thinking! Maybe I have had more wine then I realized.

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It did not stop there unfortunately; the rest of the morning was spent deflecting fantasies about other men, that is until this email arrived.

Martha,

It feels good to write to you. It has been to long since we laughed together. I have been hard at work ordering pump after pump after pump. They keep failing from lack of lubrication.

It seems lonelier now without my wife then it used to, and worse I find myself competing with younger men for women my own age. I guess you probably don't want to hear about an old coon hound sniffing out women for meaningless sex.

I will be back home in a few days maybe we can grind some cards and lap up some cheap wine.

Bruce

Bruce and I had met through my husband; they worked together on the oil rigs. Over time we talked from time to time, mostly when he needed help with his wife whom has since divorced him.

The rumours about that man were relentless too, yet the ladies still let him chase them. The older ones especially liked his spryness in the absence of their late husbands. That of course what caused the man to need a divorce lawyer.

There was a woman who was chased by him once that said she felt like a sausage had been stuffed in her hot dog bun and tore it asunder, not that she was complaining. Yet here I was again fantasizing about the years when I let my body be used as a toy. Those days are long behind me, why it had been five years since the incident and since then I barley let my husband see me in my undergarments let alone maybe twice a year have his way.

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Dinner was served. Bangers and mash our usual fair for this day of the week. My loving husband, seated opposite me eagerly devoured his meal. I simply watched him fantasizing about a time when he so eagerly devoured me that way.

Snapping myself back to reality I focused on my supper, the days when I would allow my husband to eagerly chase me like that was over and I should accept such things. I stabbed viciously into the meaty sausage on my plate and took a viscous bite out of it.

"Everything O.K. Dear?" my husband asked with an uncharacteristic stammer.

"Mmmm hmmm" I hummed sweetly "Why do you ask?"

"Umm, it was nothing." He stutters acting a little out of character.

"So what have you been up to today" I ask

So he went off on a long discussion of every detail in his sweet manner he does. His passion for things is so evident in the way he talks about his adventures of daily life. I listen enthralled in his every word.

He starts to stammer again as if something was really making him uncomfortable. This was getting strange he is always a strong and confident man assured of himself- and suddenly I realize that I have had my banger in my mouth for longer than just a bite and I was treating it like I used to my husband. I remove it and set it gently on the plate as though nothing had happened.

I am seriously distracted and worse; now, I have to satisfy my husband because I excited him like that. I may not be in my prime anymore but I am certainly not cruel. So, after enjoying our meal I brought my husband his medications as I normally would but made a point of including a blue pill which he noticed with delight.

I went upstairs to the bedroom in preparation and picked out something to wear. After everything in my closet I settled on an old favourite of mine. I wonder if Bruce will like me in these. I -- I mean Thomas!

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He stared in wonderment as I approached from the water closet. He was dumbfounded standing there in his simple house coat while I lit up the room in my glossy white lingerie. I could feel the power I had over him, it was like I was in charge and I was beginning to really like it.

Now I was understanding the joy of the hunt my sister was talking about, the reason the young man called my sister a cougar, I was the predator crouched and ready to pounce, him the prey scared stiff and waiting for the inevitable attack. I could barely contain my excitement as I approached the only man who would ever have me other than my husband, wait, I mean my husband, yes, that's it.

Drawing on every ounce of inner strength I could muster I gracefully finished crossing the room to him imitating a fashion model on a run way, stealing the spot light and strutting like a fancy bird in mating season. I stand in front of him, intimately close yet so very far away still. Once I am certain I have his undivided attention I make him watch me lick my lips. Using my fingernails like claws I part his house coat just barely scratching the skin of his heaving chest as he breathes heavily. I rip the sides of the coat apart like a lion preparing to consume the flesh of its kill.

I push him with the palm of my hands and watch as he trips backwards and lands heavily on the bed, I revel in the power I hold over my prey while I begin to toy with him. I adeptly pounce between his legs and grasp him by his stiff flesh before he can react. This was going to be my meal and I would not be denied.

Without looking, or thinking, I had him in my mouth quicker then even I thought was possible. I sucked the whole tip in my mouth and lathered it with my saliva sensing every detail as if it was my first time I had this in my mouth. I made him wait until I was sure he was desperate for relief, and then he will wait just a little longer.

I waited until he would practically force his dick into my mouth before I take him all the way in. As I inhaled him I thought to myself, Oh Bruce I hoped that you would taste like my husband I do so like his taste, I mean of course you taste like always silly husband I said to myself.

He was engorged like I had never seen, it was larger than ever and I was really enjoying every single second of this.

I sucked hard on the whole of his delicious flesh impressed truly at how large he had grown. I found myself wishing to have known about this sooner for all the fun that could have come of it. I lavishly slurped at it like a woman possessed. I grow hungry now and there is only one thing I wish to eat.

Up and down I stimulated his raging hard on. The hunt was on and the smell of my next meal was devilishly close. Down I would go taking the whole of him inside my mouth then back up with my tongue firmly pressed against the bottom. 'Give me your damned cum Bruce I mean de-ack' I screamed in my head as he came forcefully into my mouth like a raging river of sweet release.

I suppressed a laugh as I choked down the last spurts of cum. Might as well finish what he started. How come I have never swallowed this savoury little secret before. There will be milking, of this much I was certain; for now, there was a simple matter of taming my loins too.

I pounced to my knees, clambered atop his sweat soaked face and pinned my overheated pussy to his face. I was not moving until this man made me feel like my husband never could.

I pulled my hot wet panties aside for him, it would not do for him to chew through these nice panties my husband had bought me. I was not disappointed by Bruce and his lavish attention to my desperate situation. Surprisingly, Bruce was very skilled with his tongue, not unlike my husband at all.

I howled in pleasure as he divined his attention to my aching clit. His tongue reached deep inside of my pussy lapping at the sopping mess this affair was making before indulging my clit where he should be. I don't care how good it tastes Bruce, MAKE ME CUM. Finally he gave up with the teasing and focused on the matter at hand. Now I howled like I meant it, I needed him to know I loved it thankfully he took the hint and drove me on wards to release like a good boy toy. In no time at all that familiar sensation of climax approached. This time it came like a wild fire and consumed my entire world leaving me with only the massive climax pulsating from my clit threatening to consume me. When it all finally exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life I faded into obscurity.

I have no idea how long I was smothering the poor dear beneath me before I was able to move again. Once I finally did I limped on my hands and knees towards the pillows above and dropped my face into them knowing this predator was beaten and the hunted was about to become the hunter. Have your reward I need only the comfort of a pillow. Firm, sweaty hands grasped my hips from behind. I glanced back and saw Bruce eagerly climbing behind me but for a second I thought he looked a little like Thomas.

He entered me with ease, no doubt due to excessive dripping fluid in there. Every sensation was heightened in me as this man I barely knew dominated me with his massive sledge hammer like some wrecker destroying me for anyone else but him. He really did feel like he was a sausage destroying my buns and I LOVED IT.

I let go of reality as he took his reward from me, he earned it, just, don't break it please? I floated on cloud nine as this man stuffed me in all the right ways. I never imagined that sex would ever feel like this. I could only take what I was given and be grateful for it. I may never know why Bruce could make me feel so much better than my husband but I would have to be satisfied with this one time.

As the relentless plunging cock finally culminated in a deep thrust and the sweet release of hot liquids inside of me I collapsed from exhaustion and dreamt of a time when Thomas made me feel this good.

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I awoke with a start, terrified that I had actually cheated on my husband and ended up spending the night, but much to my relief Thomas was right there beside me with his 'I had sex' grin on his face while he slept. Had the whole thing been some kind of strange dream? The grin, the achy legs and pussy and sticky legs proved it must have been real.

I quickly made my way to the shower to get the smell of sex off of me. The terrifying reality of emotionally cheating on my husband hit me hard while I washed the night away. Was I now any different from him when he broke my trust so many years ago, no, how dare he compare me to those loose sluts on those sites, no I did not betray him like he did me and that was that, except, why was I crying now.

The rest of the morning was relatively normal, my husband of course was in high spirits, and I suppose I was too. He was clearly happy for having had sex last night and what was probably the most rigorous sex he had seen in years, good for him. I was in high spirits because I was convinced that only once I had experienced Bruce for real could I be sure that I was better off with Thomas.

Yes I had convinced myself that only by cheating can I save my marriage forever; though, I could barely believe I was saying such things to myself. I was a girl possessed.

Bruce,

I have thought long and hard about what I want to say in return to your pleasant email.

It is a crying shame that it is so hard to find a good pump that will stay well lubricated I suppose there is just no substitute for the older models when they made things just right.

I wish it was not so lonely for you, that is not something I would wish on anyone.

I hope you don't give up on women our age just yet, it would be a waste to see someone of your experience wasting their skills on a youthful waif who has no idea what she has.

As always you can talk to me about anything and I will drop by to see you in a couple of days for games and if you dare serve me cheap wine I will hang you by your testicles for a month.

Martha

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The few days until I met with Bruce became torture, I curled, trimmed, made up, fancied, spiffed, and otherwise beautified my aged figure in every god forsaken way I knew. My husband was gone fishing for the week at my suggestion and I still had a few days after this to sort out my thoughts.

I felt like I was 18 again, at my parents' house when Thomas was about to visit. That night will forever live in infamy for me. No romance, no fireplace, just two teenagers playing hot and heavy and went too far. An innocence lost, something that could never be taken back. I forgave him of course in the hopes that someday somehow he would make it up to me, he never really did.

Now was Bruce's chance to make my new first my dream first. I wonder fondly about all the sweet and gentle things he would do for me. I will wear my white Gossards for him and he will wine and dine me like a proper man.

He answered the door to his house wearing a partly buttoned dress shirt and slacks which made me feel very overdressed; but, maybe the other girls who see him like the look. I can make this work.

He politely invited me in and I enjoyed his eyes on me as I strut past him, that's right, I am a peacock and these feathers have not fallen out yet.

He led me into his living room and we took a seat by the fire. I have to admit the man could probably do no wrong at this point.

He serenaded me with stories from his oil rig that had its problems I just listened to the sound of his voice and the passion in it. This man could probably talk me to orgasm if the wine stays this good.

Finally he came to the end of the talking and we sat in awkward silence. I felt like I was 18 again waiting for Thomas to make the first move. I began to worry, even my palms began to sweat as I waited and waited for something to happen. I fretted over my looks worried I was not good looking enough for him. Was I doomed to be this saggy breasted bride wanted by no one?

Then without warning the eternity ended, as if the entire universe began again at the point of his hand on my leg. I screamed in joy inside my head now that I was finally worthy of his advances, oh Thomas, I mean Bruce take me now! I thought.

Predictably, he leaned in and kissed me. A marginally disappointing kiss that lacked the passion I had expected; but it was exciting to have a man other than my husband kiss me. Yes stranger, introduce me to your world!

As we kissed I realized that he was waiting for me to make moves like I was her getting what I wanted and he was just along for the ride. If that is how it had to be fine so long as I get my dessert he can ice the cake however he wants. I thrust my hand into his groin and released him from his trousers. I will get him so excited the way I get Thomas going that always works in the movies.

Climbing to my knees before this man of myth I was about to find out how much of those rumours where true. I spread his fly, reached inside and found much more than I bargained for. In front of me was a cock right out of porn movies like I used to watch with Thomas. Should I smack myself with this thing to make sure I am not dreaming?

Well idle hands are not for times like these and I set to work. I grasped the thing with my hand but it seemed woefully inadequate. With both hands I rubbed this thing up and down dodging the tip as it flopped around in front of me like some kind of weapon.