Millies Mini Adventure

We advertised my car for sale online, it was an older, slightly worn-out little Mini and I wanted something a little newer. Lewis reserved the car fairly quickly off the auction site and we arranged for him to come and give it a test drive as he lived fairly local to us, only ten miles away. The prospective buyer who arrived at our home was a lovely young man who was interested in buying the Mini as a means of getting to his technical college, this would be his first car. He gave it a trial run out with my husband Martin and transferred a small holding deposit. I made him a cup of tea and we all chatted, a fifty-year-old married woman and a student of eighteen, a handsome boy. I found myself laughing at his jokes, blushing when he looked me in the eye and having to repeatedly press my legs together to quieten the attention my pussy was demanding. After he'd left, my husband, who always goes on about these sorts of things, asked me how I'd like Lewis to make love to me. I told him not to be silly as the good-looking boy would have his pick of any of the girls at college.

'Don't be so sure' Martin told me with a smile on his face 'He was looking at your tits and arse every chance he got' To be honest, I'd thought that myself, I'd caught him looking at my tits on more than one occasion.

I'm lucky only to have to work part-time as a receptionist so I have lots of time to devote to yoga, walking and lots of other healthy activities. I think I've kept my shape into middle age and I'm certainly blessed, if that's the word, with large breasts and a firm, comfortable bum.

I'll admit it here, I didn't mind my boobs being admired. I get a harmless little thrill from sometimes 'accidentally on purpose' revealing my charms. I first found this out when one morning I hurriedly answered a knock at the door to find our DPD delivery guy there with a parcel. He stood stock-still for a long moment and I realised my dressing gown was open almost to the waist and he had a full view of my tits, twin heavy breasts hanging loose. I slowly covered myself with a smile and he handed the parcel to me with trembling hands.

It certainly turned me on, my stomach all butterflies and I had a pulsating feeling in my cunt. Flushed by that brief moment or two when a stranger had seen my bare breasts made me proceed upstairs, quickly get myself completely naked on the bed and masturbate to climax with my fingers - not unusual for me. Of course, I did it again - when I paid the window cleaner and even with the paperboy at Christmas when taking giving him a thank-you tip for his efforts. On holiday I went topless when others did and that pleased my husband, who liked other men admiring me, I guess him enjoying the ego boost as much as I enjoyed the thrill. He was a wife-watcher, a voyeur awaiting his chance no doubt, often vocally and lewdly describing to me how other men would enjoy my body when we were having sex. This turned me on as much as it did Martin, I would buck and heave against him as I imagined the feel of another man's cock entering me, pleasuring me, coming in me...

Lewis came back a week or so later with the final payment for the car and he sat chatting with Martin and me, telling us about his electrician studies at college and how he was deeply involved with his sport, playing hockey and captain of the rugby team. He sat on the chair opposite us on the sofa, sipping nervously on a cup of tea, his eyes barely off of me. I'd dressed entirely inappropriately for the occasion, wearing a tighter than necessary thin white blouse, through which clearly showed the white bra I was wearing, which itself was struggling to contain my large tits, a deep cleavage of soft, mature flesh on display to any horny young man who might happen to notice such things. A tight black knee-length skirt and black stockings were complimented with black shoes, a moderate heel completing my look. All completely unnecessary but I wanted to tease the boy, to give him something to remember me by.

Lewis paid us in cash the few hundred pounds he owed us, we handed him his keys and saw him to the door. In the hallway, he shook hands with Martin and offered his hand to me.

'My wife thinks you're a good-looking guy,' my husband said. 'Why not give her a kiss to seal the deal? I think she'd like that.

I felt myself blush red and couldn't help but be irritated at my husband for putting Lewis in that position, to put that kind of pressure on him.

'You don't have to' I told Lewis, embarrassed. 'But I really don't mind if you'd like to...'

He looked at my husband, who stepped back, smiling, then back at me, guessing very well that my husband wanted to see him kiss me. It could have been awful, young Lewis making some embarrassed excuse and turning to leave, never to return. What happened next was as startling as it was thrilling, him putting his arms around my waist and leaning into me not for a quick peck but for an open-mouthed, deep kiss with his tongue exploring my mouth.

We clung together like that and my tummy fluttered in response, my knees weakened and I held on to him for support. He half-turned me and I stood with my back to my front door and I was pressed to him, my big tits mashing into his chest, my thighs and pubic prominence exactly ranged on his jean's fly, which bulged with a stiff object that was undoubtedly an erect prick. At least, I thought in the daze I was in, I was still able to give a boy like him a good hard-on. To prove his arousal he put his hands down to cup my buttocks and began a slow but insistent up-and-down rubbing of his dick against my cunt mound. I knew I should pull away, much more of this and and I'd be anybody's. My head swam with passion, desire and confusion at the erotic turn of events. Lewis made the decision that I'd had enough, I wasn't about to stop him kissing me as I made a pretence of fanning my face with my hand, saying 'Thank you for that!'

Lewis left and my husband was both elated and moody. Elated because he'd witnessed the long kiss and its effect on me; moody because he wanted it to continue, no doubt until the boy was fucking me. "You could have had him there,' holding & squeezing the bulge at the front of his trousers.

'And wouldn't you have loved to have seen that?' I told him. He was so obviously aroused, and to be honest I wanted a good long fuck myself, Lewis' deep kiss having turned me on more than I had been for years.

My husband led me to the couch, we both stripped naked and I lay back on the sofa, my legs crudely parted, my pussy with its sparse covering of hair throbbing and wet, ready for fucking.

Martin was on me almost immediately, 'No foreplay for me tonight' I thought, as he penetrated me with ease and slid into the hilt, he gave me a few hard thrusts with his hips, the slaps of him against me resonating around the room, but in his eagerness he shot his bolt almost at once, leaving me even more frustrated than before. Later in bed, he managed another erection with the help of my mouth and hand, but while he was mounting me I was thinking of Lewis, where was he now, what was he doing?

Silly me, I couldn't get the boy out of my mind, but decided he'd taken the car and paid for it so there was no reason that we'd meet again. I was in no mood for shopping the next morning, even seriously considering going back to the bedroom and giving myself a good come to relieve the frustrated feeling, when the doorbell rang, Lewis standing there with a beautiful bunch of flowers. Without question, I was stunned and hands shaking as I invited him in and we both stood there in the hallway, wondering who would make the first move. I knew he had come to fuck me and I wanted him badly. I took the flowers from him and led him through our house, we stood in the kitchen and I asked him how he was, if he was ok?

'Not really' he replied 'I want you. After last night and kissing you, I had to see you again. I think your husband wants us to meet. What about you?' He stood in front of me, put an arm around my waist again and drew me closer to him, my resistance melting faster than a snowball in an oven. I tried to resist, I really did. I mumbled that he was so much younger, younger than my two children, and I was old enough to be his mother, but his lips were pecking at my ear, neck and cheek. "Older women are the in-thing, Millie,' he said, using my name for the first time. 'I think you are gorgeous, so beautiful' I know that was only the optimistic flattery of a horny young man but I liked it. 'You are what's known as a MILF these days' he told me. I'd honestly never heard of the phrase and almost came into my panties when he told me it stood for mother I'd like to fuck.

'Come up, come up to my bedroom,' I heard myself say, a catch in my voice. Oh my god, I thought, fancy me leading this boy upstairs, the youngster way less than half my age. He seemed to want me so much too, as we went up the stairs he put his hand on my bottom, gently pinching the cheek and complimenting me on the way it moved as I climbed the stairs with my young soon-to-be lover.

'I want to see all of you,' the forward boy said. All of you without your clothes on. Those gorgeous tits and your fit arse. Can I, can I? Get naked for me Millie...'

I was eager to let him see me in the nude myself. He stood beside the bed as I undressed, I was still a little shy but also eager to hear and see his reaction.

'You must let me see you too,' I said in a small voice as he looked at my breasts and pussy mound. He immediately began shedding his clothes, discarding them where they fell, the passion of the scene exciting him too. When he stripped bare there was no doubt of his arousal, his penis reaching up before his belly - the clean-looking rigid cock of a youth, something I hadn't seen for years, without the gnarls and veins of an older man, something I was well used to seeing. He stood in front of me, fondling my breasts, remarking on the fullness and firmness, kissing each nipple. 'Best tits I've ever held, fucking lush...'

I begged him to suck them and he took my nipples into his mouth as if he could eat them. Our hands were busy too: his between my legs, fondling the wet folds of my pussy, manipulating my aching clitoris and mine grasping his lovely hard shaft. Then we fell on the bed and he was on me with no further foreplay, his good length sliding way up my already wet pussy.

That first time there was no finesse, we just fucked like we were made for each other's pleasure, only existed for the other to enjoy.

For several hours we simply sucked and fucked, during which time neither of us wore any clothes, even when I went downstairs to make lunch, Lewis coming down with me also naked, his cock and balls bobbing and waving as he followed me around my house. After we had eaten he fucked me strenuously on the dining table in our conservatory, the scene of many previous and future family gatherings, the room not overlooked by neighbours but not that I cared anyway to be honest! I did things to him and allowed things to be done to me that I'd never done with my husband, things I never dreamed I'd do, delighted and amazed at the virility of youth and the hypnotic power of pure lust.

He urged me to say what I thought when he was in me, his hard young cock thrusting away to make me hunch and arch my back, cling to him with arms and legs, all my inhibitions gone. When he left me my cunt was puffy through fucking and drenched with my juices and his emissions. My nipples were red and sore and still erect through being suckled so hard. When my husband came in from work he found me laid out naked on the bed, savouring my time with Lewis, still recovering. To his delight I told him, 'Lewis was here today. We've been on this bed for hours and I feel fucked beautifully.'

It was the start of Lewis visiting while Martin was present wife-watching, not ever joining in with us but just happy to enjoy the scene, the sight of his wife enjoying raw, uninhibited sex. Lewis and I did also snatch several mornings or afternoons by ourselves, during which I felt a woman utterly fulfilled and there was no doubt my husband's good nature and generosity contributed to the sense of well-being I was consumed with at that time. Lewis was happy to have a regular supply of sex on hand and was certainly more than willing to provide me with all the young, rampant cock I needed. One event did bring me down to earth though. The three of us went to a country pub for a meal one Sunday lunchtime and the place was crowded with students who knew my young lover, all watching the football on the big screen after a morning watching student rugby. Three very pretty girls of about eighteen came across to chat him up and even asked if my husband and I were his parents. I felt like crawling under the table in my shame. All the same, age gap or not, blessed is the woman getting on in years who has a young lover. They are definitely the best kind!

Millie x