It is probably best to read the first chapter to understand what is going on with the characters; it is 'Lynn's Fantasy' in the Loving Wives section. If you are just here for many hot sex scenes then, please read on. As I mentioned in the first chapter, this story is a result of a reader who shared her fantasies about being with older men. She began to fantasize being with me, so I concocted this raucous story of unbridled sexual adventure.
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"George," Lynn started to ask her older lover who was nibbling lightly on her hard protruding nipples, "have you ever been to the States?"
George looked up, his hand still squeezing Lynn's large soft tit. "A long time ago when I was a young airman," he replied. "We were sent to Arizona for six months for training."
"Arizona? Really?" George's younger lover responded excitedly. "That's where my friend Carrie wants us to go for our girl holiday," she explained as her hand moved down to massage George's testicles and coax his flaccid cock for another round of fucking. At the age of seventy, George was not quick to recover but when he did he had the stamina for another lengthy session.
Lynn positioned herself so she could orally stimulate George's growing member while George reminisced. "The hot desert, the scantily clothed girls. It was a young man's dream. We fancied ourselves as young cowboys in the wild west."
George was erect now so Lynn straddled him, his cock nestled in her sloppy wet pussy. "Well then I'm going to ride this horse like a cowgirl," she giggled as she rocked back and forth, her massive breasts flopping in George's face.
"Oh yea. I'm fucking the cowboy," she called out as she ground herself to an orgasm.
"Fuck. Cowboy," she yelled as her pussy tightened around George's cock and her juices gushed bathing his balls in her sticky cum.
Lynn had the energy to ride George's cock to three more orgasms before she became a little light-headed from the exertion. She dismounted her older lover and as she laid there trying to catch her breath, George resumed feasting on her remarkably large stiff nipples.
"That was fun George," Lynn commented when they eventually got out of bed and started to dress. "Do you think I'll have as much fun on holiday in Arizona?" she quipped.
"I'm sure you will have no trouble finding a cowboy to ride," the older man laughed.
Lynn kissed George as she left him early in the afternoon to go home, unpack the groceries and make dinner for her husband, Jack. Lynn worked four days a week as a warehouse dispatcher for a clothing company in a small village in the English countryside. She enjoyed her midweek day off, lately spending a few hours with George besides doing her household chores.
Carrie, Lynn's friend, had suggested that this year they take a girl's holiday. Jack, Lynn's husband and Carrie's occasional lover, was sent to work on a project in Germany and was rarely home except for every other weekend. This led Lynn and Carrie to increasingly enjoy the sexual pleasures of each other, prompting Carrie to plan their holiday together.
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By the time Lynn and Carrie went to board the plane in Las Vegas for Tucson, the final leg of a journey that started with a two hour drive to London, a flight to New York and then another to Las Vegas, they were exhausted. Boarding started with Carrie leading the way. The flight to Tucson had originated in Los Angeles so there were already passengers on board. Lynn wasn't too tired not to notice the man sitting in the window seat about halfway down the aisle near the fuselage.
Lynn tugged on Carrie's blouse to get her attention when her friend went to sit down in her seat next to the man with the blonde, silver streaked hair and distinguished grey goatee. "Switch with me," Lynn whispered in Carrie's ear. Carrie looked at her perplexed, backed out and they traded boarding passes.
Lynn unfastened two more buttons on her blouse before settling in her seat. "I didn't realize how hot it is here," she sighed. Her bra containing her huge breasts was clearly visible to the man sitting next to her. The fabric could not hide her large protruding nipples. Lynn turned toward him extending her hand boldly.
"Hello, my name is Lynn," she introduced herself.
"Brian," he responded, clearly fixated on Lynn's chest.
The short, one hour flight got underway and Lynn found her second wind. She was attracted to the older gentleman beside her who appeared to be in his sixties.
"My girlfriend and I are spending a week in Tucson on holiday," she explained to Brian. "Are you there for business?" she asked noticing the man was professionally dressed.
"No. Actually going home. I was in L.A. for a business conference," he told the younger woman.
The two had a pleasant conversation during the flight. As they talked about each other, Lynn didn't let on that she was married so as not to spook him, hoping they might get together during her stay after finding out he was a widower, his wife having passed away several years ago. Lynn also gleaned from the conversation that Brian had not dated since his wife's passing, emerging himself in his work to fill the void.
As they were about to disembark, Lynn asked Brian if he could direct her and her friend to where the resort shuttles were parked.
"Which resort are you staying at?" he inquired.
"Marriott. It says here Starr Pass," she answered looking at the reservation.
"Well then, why don't I drop you off?" Brian offered. "I have a house less than a mile from there."
'This is going better than I imagined,' Lynn thought. "Could you? That would be so kind," she said eagerly.
Lynn caught Carrie's eye and summoned her over to where she and Brian stood once they were off the plane. Lynn introduced Brian to her friend. Lynn and Brian chatted exclusively all the way to long-term parking, Carrie dragged tiredly along.
Fifteen minutes later, Brian helped Lynn and Carrie with their luggage while the porters were busy with the other guests who were arriving that late Friday afternoon. Lynn and Carrie checked in and Brian continued to help them to get their luggage to their room on the fourth floor of the sprawling resort.
"Can I buy you a drink for all your help," Lynn propositioned the older man who was twenty years her senior. He nodded accepting the offer.
"I'm going to stay here, take a shower and go to bed," Carrie told her friend.
Lynn and Brian made their way to the lobby bar where Brian suggested they have a Margarita, a popular refreshing cocktail for the desert. They sat down on the patio with a view of the golf course and the surrounding hills. Brian had a warm feeling, something he wasn't used to since his wife died, from all the attention he was getting from this big-busted British woman.
"I really need to get some sleep. I'm starting to feel light headed," Lynn said to him when the travel and jet lag finally hit her hard. "I hope I will be able to see you again?" she asked mustering her last bit of energy to give him a broad smile.
"I would like that," Brian said to her. "What are your plans for tomorrow? After you sleep in late, that is?" he asked.
"I think there is a tour of a museum, something like the Desert Museum," she responded looking at the itinerary on her cell phone.
"Why don't I give you the tour myself," Brian offered, "instead of being in a large group."
"That sounds nice," she smiled again.
"I'll pick you up around eleven in the morning. Give you a chance to get some sleep," he said as he walked Lynn to the elevators. The elevator doors opened, Lynn turned to Brian and gave him a light kiss on his lips.
Saturday morning Lynn and Carrie were eating breakfast when Carrie's curiosity needed to be satisfied.
"So, what's with this man, Brian?" she asked her friend. "I thought this week was going to be about us and now you are getting all hot and bothered by this guy you met on the plane," Carrie complained.
"I don't know," Lynn replied. "I am really attracted to him. Even more so than George," she confessed.
"Who the fuck is George?" Carrie asked with a tint of anger.
Lynn realized she inadvertently let the cat out of the bag about her attraction to older men. She decided it was best to let her friend and sometimes lover know.
"I have had this secret desire to have sex with older men," Lynn confessed. "I met this older man, George, and we started seeing each other," she explained.
"How can sex be better with an old man?" Carrie confronted her friend. "Can the even get their dicks up?"
"It's not better," Lynn explained. "It's different and satisfying in a whole different way. Like the way you and I have sex. I like when Jack is aggressive and fucks me hard but I like different experiences too."
"Well, I'm a bit pissed off at you for latching on to this Brian person," Carrie told Lynn with still a tinge of anger in her voice.
"I'm sorry," Lynn apologized.
"Don't be fucking sorry," Carrie shot back. "If you want to screw this guy, you're going to have to do it with me. The three of us or not at all," she laid down the law.
Later that day after Brian had toured the museum with the two English women, he treated them to an early dinner at an authentic Sonoran restaurant. Lynn and Carrie enjoyed the food and the Margaritas went down easily.
"I'm not really used to this kind of heat," Carrie complained. Late May can see temperatures in the one hundred degree mark. "We should jump in the pool when we get back to the hotel and cool off," she suggested.
"Didn't you mention you had a pool at your place?" Lynn directed her question to Brian.
"I do," he responded. "We can stop by the resort so you can get your swim suits."
