Introduction.
Deanna and I have been married for a little over twenty three years. I am one of those guys who really lucked out - there was no way for me to know it when we started going out but she is one of those fortunate woman who look better in their forties than they did in their twenties. It was not something I could have planned or plotted, I just got lucky.
Deanna is an incredible woman who worked while raising our children. She tried to keep in shape and for the most part she still looked good throughout our marriage, but when our youngest turned eighteen she was able to devote the time to the gym and really honed her shape.
At forty-eight her ass is still the same; a perfect, heart shape, as it had been at twenty. (Thanks to cosmetic surgery her tits were better than they had been at twenty.) Though I am two years older than Deanna everybody assumes she is ten to fifteen years younger and I am not allowed to dispel this myth. That said Deanna's sexiest feature is her face.
I am not going to include a picture but you know how it is when you're surfing porn on the internet and you occasionally happen across a woman who's face or expression can make you instantly hard? Well Deanna has one of those faces. She has high cheekbones, devilish eyes and a perfect complexion. She can also cast her face in a snarl that makes men want to worship her boots, but that's a different story for another time. She is a girly girl but not a priss - she likes hiking, sailing, water skiing and most outdoor activities but she also won't go to the gym without her makeup perfectly applied. I have to wait for her to get ready but I have never been stupid enough to voice any complaint.
Watching Deanna tease men had always been a turn-on but what really gave her a charge was young men. The fact that she was near fifty years old but could still affect the wet dreams of young men.
She told me her ultimate goal was to make a kid come in his pants. Eventually she did that, and a little bit more.
Part One
31 December 2010.
I was kicking back on our bed waiting for Deanna to finish dressing for our country club's New Year's Eve party. Deanna came out of her walk-in closet/dressing room in a floor length, winter-white gown. It extended to her ankles but there was a slit up the middle that extended to just below her ass. She took two steps, put her hands on her hips, pivoted to the left - allowing the slit to fully open, looked at me and lit up the room with a smile. I took her all in from the floor up; Her right leg was now exposed up to the thigh high garter. On her feet were a pair of white Bebe six-inch platform stilettos with faux cork heels, her legs shone as though coated in baby oil all the way to her ass. Her nails were painted bright, come-fuck-me, red and though she always kept them as long as she could get away with at work she had them extended to porn star length for the party. Her pierced navel was exposed by the deep vee that extended all the way up the dress separating her enhanced double D's. The material had a satin sheen and her nipples were on display.
I stood up and she glided over and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Do you think this dress will cause a lot of this?" she asked as she ran one of her fingernails from my balls up the length of my shaft generating an instant hard-on.
"Most definitely." I replied as I leaned in to kiss her.
"No, no, no, Mommy just got her lipstick perfect, maybe later, lets get going" She said with a radiant smile.
There were about 150 couples at the party. All the men were staring at Deanna but trying to look like they were not. The women were in one of two groups; The women that were exceptionally hot and knew it would smile at Deanna with a knowing friendly look, the others would just GLARE like they wanted her to die. Deanna got off on the later and would go out of her way to touch and flirt with the glarers' husbands.
The bulk of the group was in our age group with a few younger couples and a smattering of teenagers. Most of the kids there were coupled up but one of the few that was clearly not coupled up was our neighbor's eighteen year old son Justin. Deanna had done a fair share of teasing this kid. Deanna had never even thought of washing her own car but once Justin started mowing our lawn Deanna was suddenly washing her car while wearing string bikinis and high heels. It's not something that would ever elicit a complaint from me but it struck me as comical how transparent she could be.
About 11:00 Deanna and I were dancing, she glanced over at Justin, who was holding up a wall while he attempted to play the adult version of staring at Deanna while not looking like he was staring at Deanna. "I've been thinking about that fantasy of yours Mike."
"You're going to have to be a bit more specific babe."
"The one where you watch me with a younger guy, a much younger guy." she said as she glanced Justin's way.
I leaned back from her; "Deanna, I love your kinky streak but I am not interested in you being the next Mary Kay Letourneau."
"I am not talking about fucking him - not yet, anyway" she smiled.
"Exactly what do you have in mind."
Deanna stepped into me and started playing with my tie "Would you mind terribly if I rang in the new year with Justin? I don't think he has even been out on a date. Imagine me making out with eighteen year old boy at midnight while every man in this room, including you, envies that nerdy inexperienced kid?" She glanced down and then smiled up at me, her eyes full of mirth as she whispered: "You're ROCK hard Mike. You LIKE the idea, don't you?" I smiled and leaned in to kiss her but she put her finger to my lips. "No. Not yours, not tonight." She then air kissed me on the cheek. "Later." she said as she pushed away from me.
Deanna went to the bathroom and I took a bit of a walk to give her room to maneuver. About 11:20 I quietly came back into the main ballroom, sticking to the far wall in an attempt to be as inconspicuous as possible. It took me a couple of minutes but I eventually spotted her. She was standing just off the dance floor talking with a thrilled looking Justin. I could not tell what they were saying but clearly Deanna was in full flirt mode.
It wasn't too long before Deanna was leading Justin out onto the dance floor. The music was good and she was working it. Deanna could dance, and I mean dance. If most men thought she was in her thirties when they saw her from a distance on the dance floor they usually assumed she was in her twenties and that she must have had training on the pole.
