Author's Note: The originator of the Peggy Sanford stories, Pegg46, had extended an invitation to anyone to continue or add to her stories. She also wrote that she especially enjoys stories where the author becomes her and writes in the first person point of view. I must admit I also enjoy reading and writing that type of story.
As I have been writing, I kept referring back to Peggy46, Walterio and several other authors for ideas and inspiration for my stories about Peggy. Their stories about Peggy and her adventures struck a chord in me. The fantasy of a beautiful, mature, married woman satisfying an unquenchable sexual hunger, while successfully hiding it from her unknowing husband was very stimulating and provocative to me.
I try to fill in enough background information, characters and past incidents to make each of my chapters readable on their own but I do recommend that you read all the wonderful stories on Literotica about Peggy before reading my stories.
I hope you all enjoy it and welcome any and all comments and suggestions. Thank you
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Thanks to my traffic app and lighter than normal traffic conditions I was able to make up some of the time I lost during my stop at the Super 8 Motel in the Pilot travel Center in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. Although anytime I can stop in a cheap roadside motel to get fucked in the pussy and ass by a handsome young stud can't be considered "lost" time...it is one of my favorite things to do.
My name is Peggy Sanford. I'm a 46 year old, married mother of two college aged children. I have long brown hair, green eyes and a slim 35C-23-36 figure. I have been told numerous times that I don't look my age. I chalk it up to my daily exercise regime and good genes. I only have one vice, a sexual addiction that compels me to seek out numerous encounters with a variety of men, women or groups. My husband, who is much older than me, and I had been committed and enthusiastic swingers throughout our marriage but when he became ill and lost all interest in sex I needed to find a new and discreet outlet to satisfy my powerful sexual urges. I had been a flight attendant early in my marriage and had enjoyed many naughty adventures during layovers so I looked for a job that involved travel. I found one as a traveling claims representative for a major insurance company. I didn't take the job for the money, my husband is very wealthy so I really don't need to work. I took the job so I could have the freedom to plan and finance my numerous and varied sexual escapades without my husband knowing. I always planed my work related trips so that I would have a few days before or after my assignments to indulge in these naughty adventures.
I had been traveling East on Route 10 from an assignment in Lake Charles, Louisiana heading back to New Orleans when I happened to catch the eye of a handsome young trucker. It may have been because I was driving a cherry red Mustang convertible with the top down or because I had pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts or because I was playing with my pussy as I daydreamed about a few of my recent salacious encounters. Whatever caught his eye really doesn't matter. What does matter is that it drew us together for a fleeting but intense sexual encounter in a cheap roadside motel.
I was heading back to New Orleans for the purpose of indulging in another intense sexual encounter. I had been in New Orleans the previous weekend enjoying some naughty adventures before my scheduled work assignment in Lake Charles. I had met a local retired football hero, Thomas "The Train" Thompson. Tommy, as he liked his friends to call him, invited me to see his penthouse apartment high above the Mississippi River and of course I accepted. We shared a night of passionate lovemaking out on the balcony. Being observed by his neighbors was an added bonus. Besides being a committed and enthusiastic swinger, I'm also a committed and enthusiastic exhibitionist. When I told him my plan was to return to New Orleans after my assignment in Lake Charles, he offered to bring me to one of New Orleans most famous swinger parties this upcoming Saturday night.
My plan was to return to New Orleans early on Friday afternoon and check into the Hotel Roosevelt early. That way I could enjoy the pool, a massage, room service and a nap before meeting up with Tommy at his penthouse for a little pre-swinger party work-out, I planned on fucking his brains out. It was just the warm up I would need before the wild party on Saturday. My stop at the Super 8 Motel threw my plans off track. I did have time for a nap and a lite dinner before grabbing a cab over to Tommy's.
I called Tommy from the cab to let him know I was on the way over. He told me he was jumping in the shower and he'd let the doorman know I was coming. I used the ride up in the private elevator to his penthouse apartment for some last minute finishing touches to my outfit. I hadn't bothered putting my hair up, I figured it would just get messed up anyway so I only had my makeup to check in the mirrored doors. A little touch up of the red lipstick that matched my nails and that was done. Just before the doors opened into Tommy's apartment I slipped the straps of my sun dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor as I stepped into the foyer, naked.
As I entered the living room I could see Tommy out on the balcony. He had his back to me, talking on his phone. He must have heard the elevator. He raised a hand in a wave but didn't turn around. I crossed the living room and stepped out on to the balcony. When Tommy turned around I was delighted to see my nude outfit garnered a very positive reaction. His eyes opened, wide as saucers and smile could have lit up a room.
"Wow, umm Bro I gotta call you later, much later something just came up," Tommy said into his phone before ending his call and throwing it onto a nearby chair.
"Hello Tommy, Do you like my outfit?" I seductively asked as I turned around.
"Like it...I love it. Dam, I'd love to see you in it all the time," Tommy replied with another winning smile.
Each of us took a step closer. Tommy was wearing a mid-thigh length bath robe and hopefully nothing else. I reached out untied the belt and pushed it aside. Yes, he was naked underneath. We each took another step and wrapped ourselves up in a passionate embrace. The feel of his muscular naked flesh against my tone naked flesh was intoxicating. I looked up into his eyes as our lips melted together in an ardent, tongue filled kiss. Tommy reached down behind me and squeezed my naked buttocks. His strong hands caressed and kneaded the firm flesh. I held him tightly, crushing my firm breasts against his hard muscled chest. He moved one leg between mine and I felt his large hard cock pressing against my flat belly. I groaned with pleasure as his leg brushed against my wet pussy. This is want I came for and I wasn't going to leave until both of us were completely satisfied.
We broke the kiss and I slid a hand down his body to his cock. I stroked my hand along its length to his big low hanging balls.
"Mmmm and I'd love to see you like this all the time," I said with mischievous smile.