Disclaimer: If you only like reading realistic things, please don't read this. I only like to read and to write fiction.
All characters and facts are pure imagination. Everybody is over 18 years old.
This story is a kind of sequel to "Toxic MILF" series, but it can also be read separately.
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At the beginning I thought that running into Vicky in the very first day we arrived in that small town was the best luck I could ever have.
I didn't know anybody else there, so I was very happy to find that incredibly stunning looking woman at the gas station. There was a strange aura around her. Vicky seemed to be everybody's friend, no matter if they were old or young, males or females, anyway a companion to any one who desired a great time. I concluded she was the perfect local guide for me, since she was acting like she was actually owning that place. Vicky introduced me to the local pub, to the local supermarket, to the gas stations, even found a nice and affordable house for us to buy.
And there was no reason they wouldn't love her. She was a tall brunette, always dressed in a short tight mini-dresses and matching high heels.
At first, I didn't believe her when she told me she turned forty-five, because she had the body of a 25 year old.
Frankly, I was a little bit envious. I have found out a lot of guys starring at my ass or at my tits, but since I am only 5'2, my legs are much shorter than hers. She towers me with at least 7 inches. But height is not her only eye-catching feature.
I don't know why, but I felt she was the one able to turn any male into her puppy. She was the one that could ask for anything and everybody could only try to do their best to get her whatever she wanted them to do, exactly as she wanted them to. That is why I always felt comfortable to be close to her.
But I was not happy anymore when I thought she introduced my husband to her sweet, most wanted pussy. Just one month after we bought that new house, I was sure my husband, Steve, was screwing her.
Somebody could ask me what was the proof I had. That's a stoopid male's question. A woman just knows. The way his lustful eyes were following her wicked butt while she was washing her car, the way they were talking, as if they were sharing something, made me think that they were fuck buddies.
Somehow, I was really understanding him. Steve is a hot 35 years old male with one hell of a sex appetite. He couldn't afford to miss such a hottie. On the other hand, she's the kind of woman who makes any man drool. Her long legs lead up to a shapely ass and she has the perfect set of hard tits. Her face is pure beauty. And she always wears the tightest blouse.
Those fully explained why he was staying and fucking her with his eyes all day long.
But to understand doesn't necessarily means to approve. I had to confront them, to see their guilty faces when they will admit they cheated on me. So, I invited her one day to visit us.
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When I opened the door, my jaw dropped. I'm sure I closed my eyes for one second, because I was a little bit unsure about what I was seeing.
Right in my face, there were whopping some of the biggest and firmest tits I did ever see. Three buttons of her flowery blouse were opened, and the first one closed was ready to crack under the huge weight of her DD's. As usual, she didn't use any bra. She didn't need it. Her rack was perfect and perfectly complemented her athletic body. I hardly noticed what else she was wearing. As usual, she had one of those skin-tight suit denim skirts and it showed off her tight ass and perfect body. A pair of high heels sandals made her legs look even longer, if possible. Her toenails were painted in a scandalous bright red. She was dressed very comfortably and certainly not provocative in the least, but because of her smoking hot body, it almost seemed obscene.
I had no choice but to invite her inside and place her on a couch, next to me. I went to bring some drinks and I was terribly happy to find her on the couch and Steve staying on an armchair, instead of fucking like rabbits.
As I sat down next to her, she crossed her legs, and her skirt rode up her shapely thighs. I had to admit I had done a big mistake. She was showing too much legs, too much tits, too much arms, too much skin. I could feel with my own eyes the hotness of her flesh. Steve even didn't try to act like he was listening to our discussion. That bastard had no more control than a teenage boy. It was useless, anyway. It was just plain gossip about cosmetics, neighbors, and her continuous complaining about everything. She was only telling how to look always as good as possible, as if she was trying to convince me that she has the best lifestyle and I should follow her immediately. Bullshit, I wanted to grab her hair and twist it, and she was converting me!
I looked in disbelief as she opened the last two lower buttons to reveal her perfect ripped six pack, I wanted to check out my husband, I knew his eyes were ready to burst, but I couldn't take my own eyes off her abs. Only one button was left!
"I really work out very much for keeping my abs as hard as possible!"
She took my hand and put it on the hard muscles to feel them. I don't know why, but I felt they were unbearable hot and I had to take my hand off instantly. I was somehow ashamed in an awkward way, although I was not sure why.
She smiled. Strangely, I was out of words. She was superior to me in many ways, that was clear! She continued to talk about the many sacrifices she had to keep the cellulitis away from her body, not to gain weight and so on. Was that dirty hypocrite complaining she looked perfect?
I wondered if my hubby could hear anything from what she was saying, because he was way too busy with the difficult task of memorizing the geography of her endless legs. He already finished all that work, but I still was not able to intrerrupt that annoying chat. I was sure by now that any male would gag her mouth in less that five minutes with his dick, just to finish that countless amount of useless words.
After half of an hour, I began to be sure that I will never have even the smallest opportunity to say anything, and it will be impossible to discuss that I was suspecting my husband was banging her. I was already finding him excuses: she was a really good fuck, always outgoing and ready to take it, and any male would rush to get away from such a wordy bitch, as soon as he came properly.
I don't know why, but her legs really had something hypnotic. I couldn't keep myself from admiring them, as I imagined her creaming her limbs, sliding her long fingers over her perfectly outlined muscles of her shiny thighs. From time to time she would catch me starring at her legs; she never said anything but I felt a faint smile on her lips and it seemed that her skirt would then creep a little higher up her thighs and her legs would spread apart just a bit.
I don't know when she started to tell us how upset she was when her old good friend came to her and ask her to take his nineteen years old boy's cherry.
"She and I were really close. She always did things for me and I did things for her like helping around her house. What did she think about me? The fact that I look so fine at my age doesn't mean I am a whore! Look what envious women can think of a better looking one! To ask me to fuck her boy, while my daughter is almost 5 years his senior!"
"You should be proud a teenager lusts after you, Vicky!"
"Gina, I am a woman that seeks excitement and I crave new experiences.! I'm intelligent, unconventional and independent minded. I only get laid with younger men, but I am choosing them according to my own taste, not to their mother's taste! That's the problem!"
Steve was only ears by now. He even forgot about watching her legs! Unfortunately, he couldn't reach up her face, since he was stuck between her breasts.
"Frankly, I invited you to visit us because I was sure Steve is fucking you, and I wanted to be sure about that!!"
"What?" She looked even dumber than before.
