Contains scenes of female domination and cuckolding. You've been advised.
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Jerry woke when he heard the car entering the long drive to the house, crunching the seashell layer at his million-dollar home he shared with his long-time wife, Liz.
He didn't really wake up; he'd not been sleeping, lying in that nether zone between sleep and consciousness, discomforted by the reality that his lovely wife of 45 years was out late. Again. As usual, a gathering of girlfriends at the country club where they'd drink too much and complain about their rich husbands.
He looked at the clock: 2:30 a.m. He groaned, standing, looking out the slider to the master bedroom deck. The car, a beat-up older model convertible, ambled toward the house, stopping by the garage just under the bedroom windows.
Jerry felt the breeze warm on his face, wafting through the gauzy drapes his wife had paid far too much for, billowing against his skin. He heard her laugh from below.
"Thank you so much, Marcus...Monty...Merle..." the silver-haired 68-year-old sloppily slurred. "What'cha name again, sexy?"
"Uh, Bradford, Mrs. Rafferty, Bradford," a young man's voice said.
"Yeah, Bradley, right, right," Liz giggled. "Shut the car off, honey...."
"Um...OK..." Bradford said nervously.
Jerry couldn't see, only hear, so he opened the slider, walking outside in his underwear. The dark moonless sky covered his appearance as he stood in the corner of the big deck overlooking the yard, and the driveway. The car shuddered as the driver shut it off. Jerry looked directly down into the car, Liz's cleavage on display in her tiny short revealing dress, her long legs tanned and clearly outlined as she sat.
"I can't thank you enough, cutie pie," she slurred, turning to face the nervous boy who gripped the wheel and looked straight ahead. "I shouldn't drive, and you were there for me...I think I should...well, repay you somehow...."
"No, no, that won't be..." he stammered, turning to look at the beautiful old woman older than his grandmother and markedly more beautiful and well-kept than she.
"....gas money...gift card...blow job...whatever," Liz said with a smirk.
Bradley's eyes glowed white in the dark, Jerry noticed, shooting open wide. He felt his cock stir.
"Uh...I really gotta...I mean I can't...I work there, Mrs. Rafferty, you're a member...and..."
He looked at the house and then back at her.
"Your husband...aren't you...isn't he..."
"My husband's dead...at least to me, the short-dicked fucker," she snarled bitterly, sliding closer to the nervous young man, putting her bare arms around his neck and nibbling his ear. "Now...about that blowjob...."
"Mrs. R....!"
She twisted his head to face her and attached her lips to his, sucking his tongue out of his mouth and into hers, growling, chewing, licking, the boy's eyes wider still as Liz's closed in concentration. His resolve melted as she tongue kissed him so deeply and completely he nearly choked on her amazingly long tongue.
"Fucking bitch," Jerry growled to himself watching his wife wantonly make out with a boy at least 45 years younger than him.
"Fuck....me..." he said to himself in a hoarse whisper as his cock, all four shameful inches of it, tried to stick out of his shorts, rock hard and dripping. "Fuck...."
He watched, eyes adjusting completely to the dark now, as the boy gasped, Liz's hand plunging to his crotch, fondling what he was sure was a much larger, harder dick than his.
"Oh...oh God...Mrs. Rafferty...." Bradley moaned as Liz broke the kiss, grinning, expertly unzipping his uniform pants and shucking them down his young thighs.
