Pt. 1
Life is so strange. Just when you think you'll be miserable forever, things happen that can put you on the top of the World.
I'd been married for twenty-six years, and was suddenly single again. My husband had one too many affairs and while I will admit to sucking a few cocks here and there, Rick had been screwing other women for years. For a long time I just accepted it, but when I came home early one afternoon and found him fucking our neighbor's eighteen-year-old daughter, I drew the line. I immediately filed for divorce and a year ago relocated to Southern California's low desert. I bought a beautiful house with an enormous yard, obligatory swimming pool and lots of space between my neighbors and me where I run a nicely profitable home business. Starting over at fifty-one years of age, I stand 5'3" tall, weigh 115lbs, have grown my naturally blonde hair out long and six months ago, got brand-new 38Ds, on top of a 21" waist and 34" hips, I finally feel like I'm where I want to be in my life.
Moving to the desert has presented a couple of interesting challenges for me. First, with the average annual temperature at 92°, my wardrobe had to change dramatically. Aside from my embarrassingly large high-heeled shoe collection, I now have a fifth as much clothing as I had before and actually spend most of my time nude. Second, I have the responsibility of upkeep on a house with a very large yard and swimming pool. I'm not much for maintenance work, so I hired a gardener and pool boy to take care of those issues leaving me more time to do the things I want.
As for my sex life, I've dated a few men in the months I've lived here but no sooner would I kiss them goodnight then they immediately wanted to get married; something I'm not planning on doing again. I do have one close and very beautiful girlfriend who had a similar marriage experience to mine and while I'm very attracted to her, I've never pushed it. A serious sexaholic before my marriage and sex starved during, it kills me to say that until last month, I hadn't had sex in over two years!
Also a major-league sun worshipper before my marriage, I only had sporadic opportunities to keep up my tan over the last twenty years and after a few months in my new home, I decided to get it back and keep it. I spent a few hours a day for a couple of weeks lying out nude, taking advantage of my yard's excellent privacy and eventually developing a deep, dark base.
During the second week of my re-tanning process, I awoke early one morning and after one of my usual rigorous workouts, slipped on my favorite stiletto heels and went out to the pool to take in some morning sun. For some reason, I was feeling incredibly sexy, the morning sun especially warm on my naked body, causing me to gently rub my swollen clitoris until drifting off into a light sleep. Not long into my little nap, I was awakened by the sound of the side gate opening around the front of the house. By the time I fully realized what was happening, it was too late to run into the house and I just had to accept that someone was about to catch me naked. Fortunately, that someone turned out to be my twenty-one-year-old pool boy! Tony is gorgeous; 5'11" with amazing tan, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, on this particular morning he happened to be wearing only a small black pair of skin-tight and very short shorts. When he came around the corner of the house, he immediately saw me and tried in vain to hide his delight by dropping his gaze to the ground, hiding his beautiful smile. In a very professional manner, he hooked up the vacuum and did his best to just work on the pool. But in a few minutes, the outline of his erect cock became clearly visible through the front of his shorts and a light coating of perspiration had developed on his muscular body. He looked so good and I was thrilled to know that I still had that kind of effect on a guy so young.
Twice, when he thought I wasn't looking, he had to readjust his hard cock in his shorts and it was then that I decided I'd be a good customer and help him out.
"Tony, would you like me to help you with that?" I asked, staring directly at his crotch.
"W…with what, Ms. Allen?"
Without saying another word, I slipped my heels back on and walked over to him. Watching me stand up and walk toward him, I heard a distinct gasp come from deep in his chest as he otherwise stood in stunned silence, looking me up and down. I took the vacuum from his hand, dropped it to the deck and kissed him before kneeling down, slipping my fingers into the elastic waist of his shorts and slowly pulling them over his pulsating cock and down to his ankles. Quite a bit of pre-cum had already developed on the head of his cock and the taste of it reminded me of what I'd been missing for so long as I slowly took his entire, beautiful 8" length deep into my throat. As my ex had always said, my claim to fame was my ability to deep throat and I was now demonstrating it on Tony. The feeling of his swollen cock plunging in and out of my throat and his deliciously musky scent took control of my senses and quickly made me cum. I often orgasm while sucking cock and when I do, I tend to get very aggressive and actually wind up kind of throat fucking the guy, almost always causing them to let go in a very short period of time as Tony soon did. Midway through my own orgasm, his balls clenched up and he came.
"Ohhhhh God…Ms. Allen…I…I'm gonnaaaaaa…"
At that exact moment, semen squirted hard against the back of my throat and the wonderful taste caused my orgasm to continue on much longer than normal, keeping me right with him until I'd swallowed every delicious drop. Once he'd settled down, I sucked his cock nice and clean, pulled his shorts back up and lovingly patted his softening cock through the material.
"These are very nice," I said as I straightened his shorts, "but I don't want you wearing anything when you're here anymore, okay Tony?" I instructed as I turned and walked back to my lounge chair.
"Yes ma'am"
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Pt. #2
My little experience with Tony had managed only to make me even hornier than before and as I lay in the sun, my mind raced with the thought that Tony would be back in a week and that I was sure to fuck him then. Visions of him walking into the backyard nude, with that beautiful cock fully erect and leading the way led to thoughts of how it was going to feel inside me. As my thoughts panned from one scene to another, I found myself gently massaging my clitoris and getting more and more turned on by the minute until I was startled back to consciousness by the sound of the gate on the other side of the house being opened.
Again having no time to cover up, I wondered if Tony had decided to come back for more, but looking over my shoulder I was shocked to see my Mexican gardener standing completely naked, his shorts in a pile behind him, stroking a long erection. My gardener, Carlos, is not what you'd normally think of when you think "gardener". He is close to my age but also a very athletic man, standing about Tony's height and looking nearly as fit, he has longish salt and pepper hair, a bright white smile and a body that defies his age; think of a rough version of Julio Iglesias and you'll get the picture.
"Does 'not wearing anything' apply to me too, Ms. Allen?" he asked, obviously having seen or at least heard what had with Tony only minutes before.
What could I say? I was deliriously turned on and staring into the sumptuous brown eyes of a beautiful naked man as he walked over to me with a succulently large erection bouncing from side to side in front of him.
"Of course! In fact, I think that'll be my new rule around here." I told him, "Come naked and then just cum!"