Post Covid (1): Margaret Rediscovers New Cocks
The first post-Covid vacation enables mature Margaret to resume meeting new men and cuckolding her husband with alacrity, much to his pleasure.
This was a collaboration with Jonusstory and my wife
It was great for Margaret to be away from home. After almost three years of Covid restrictions, flight restrictions and overpriced airline fares she felt free and unrestricted.
Also, for almost three years she had missed the added excitement of vacation trips for her and her husband, Bill. Where she might run across some exciting men. Margaret loved the uninhibited feeling of being away, free to flirt, have a man's hand touching and exploring her in public before they took him back to their hotel room where she could suck his cock and open her welcoming legs for his hard cock.
Long overseas were out at the moment. The massive cost of fares was not all the reason, but reduced flights and congestion and mayhem were not attractive at all. It was better to have a local trip, which they found was more relaxed.
They'd been away for just a couple of nights and had recovered from the long drive across a couple of state borders. Now she was feeling her normal away-from-home. And, perched on a bar stool next to her husband, Margaret looked around.
They were in the bar of their hotel after dinner, and she was relaxing and feeling a bit horny. The bar was long and black polished marble. An equally long mirror reflected a extensive range of bottles of liquor of every variety. Looking into the mirror, Margaret saw someone looking her way and their eyes locked. She held the glace for a few seconds and looked away. A feeling of amusement went through her. Then, slowly looking around she saw a distinguished older man looking over at her. She again held his glance and then looked away.
She often used bar mirrors to check people out and the myriad of bottles to hide her glances with just a slight move. The more bottles in front of the mirror with their colors were great camouflage.
"Mmmm," she said to her husband, "it looks like someone interesting is watching."
He looked at her and smiled, knowingly.
She turned a little towards the older man and her short loose skirt rode up a bit showing off the lacy tops of her stay up stockings. She deliberately wiggled her foot in its high heel and show off the silver ankle chain, which glistened as it caught the light.
She giggled softly to Bill and said: "Let's see if he takes the bait. I do feel like a bit of fun."
"You can be such a horny old slut, Margaret," her husband replied. "And it has been a while that we've been locked up."
Before Covid enforced restrictions, Margaret, 62, kept as fit and toned as possible. Given she had had to spend more time at home she'd kept up her fitness regimen. Five feet eight in heels, around 120 pounds and although her tits and ass sagged a little as she aged, her preference for short skirts and push up bras kept her looking attractive and somewhat younger than her years. A home gym and local walking also helped. Her pageboy cropped blond hair did need regular highlights to keep it more youthful look.
Her and Bill had been together 25 years since hooking up at a work party where her display of oral skills attracted his attention and his long-lasting affection. She's told him from the start that she liked to suck and fuck, and had been since she was a teenager. And, she added, she was not going to stop. To his surprise he found he had no problem with that and discovered he was a sub cuckold before he knew much about cuckoldry. It seemed that he was a natural cuckold.
As Margaret felt she'd lost almost three years she'd decided to keep her age at 62 and during Covid restrictions had done enough to stave off the appearance of extra years. Bill was two years older than her and also reasonably fit but had added a few extra pounds.
Across the bar, Frank, the guy checking her out, was having an after-dinner drink in a hotel following a series of boring business meetings. He'd wandered in to check out the clientele, in case a lonely woman was hanging around. His many business trips had taught him that often there was often a chance of a casual meeting.
Frank lived on a ranch about 50 miles from town and if he had meetings, he stayed at the hotel rather than drive, avoiding any animals that decided to cross the road in front of his pick-up. He also had a financial interest in the hotel which meant he was always well looked after and there was always a room for him.
The couple at the bar had drawn his attention. The woman was somehow slightly familiar. A very attractive blonde in a very short loose skirt, black mesh stockings, heels and a tight, low-cut top, accentuating her tits. Deliberately, he thought. Frank stared at her and, as if she sensed the stare, she glanced over, and he saw her say something to the man. She then turned slightly and crossed her legs, which raised her skirt revealing the tops of her stockings. Her loose foot dangled and Frank could see an ankle bracelet glimmering.
Was this a come on? he wondered. He then recognized her. He'd seen her sucking off a guy in the back room at a work party some years ago. It had been when he was on the road when his business had been through a down period, and he had had to be out selling and maintaining customers. It was one night at an office warehouse in a regional city, and he'd been hoping to do some new business. There he's seen a woman almost identical to her giving oral sex. She'd taken the guy with bravado. It had been a memorable sight and one that stayed.
He doubted she would recognize him, but he was sure it had been her. He mused to himself: I'd never forget the face of a woman sucking cock. There were some things you don't forget. To him, she looked exactly the same. He hadn't met her met but he knew from what the guys the next day when he interspersed his business pitch with some raunchy chat about the night before. Oh yes, they'd responded, she was a real slut. From what Frank had seen he didn't need any convincing. And now, years later and in another town, his town, there she was, dangling her foot and her ankle bracelet, knowing he was checking her out.
As his gaze stayed on her, he wondered what he could do to maybe have those lipstick covered lips wrapped around his cock. She would periodically glance back at him, hold his gaze for a few seconds and then either chat to the guy next to her or sip her glass of white wine.
He wondered who the guy was. Husband? Boy friend? Someone she'd just met? It intrigued him more and more. Who knows what she wants, he thought. From what he remembered and from what he'd been told back then, she probably wants as much cock as she can get. Maybe a threesome.
Frank had to decide if he would go over and introduce himself politely. Suggest that maybe they'd met before. An old line but one that did open conversations. Maybe say which town he remembered her from and explain that he used to travel a bit and mee lots of people. There was nothing to lose, he thought. All they could do was tell him to get lost.
Frank was 79 but still had a very high sex drive. Grey haired, not overweight and tanned from working outdoors at home and some fly fishing. He'd kept his muscle tone and his fitness and, as people would often say, looked younger than his years. Although he did have the sex drive, he had not had sex with his wife for some 15 years. That was sad but a fact of life due to her invalid status.
His way around that absence was to spend time online and every now and then a local fling. He'd had a regular lover, but she and her impotent husband had moved to another state. She'd been so good for him and he'd been able to spend a lot of time with foreplay and his favourite, oral sex. She, and a few others, had compliment Frank on his oral skills and he always made sure they got satisfaction from his mouth and tongue. He'd always loved the taste of an aroused woman. There were often a few mature women around the hotel and one in particular who enjoyed the no strings attached occasional fling.
He was 5'8", 170 pounds, with an average sized cock and the ability to stave off his own climax until he'd made his partner climax at least twice. That was one of the reasons women he met would maintain a casual arrangement. He was wealthy, but his invalid wife staved off any long-term, exclusive arrangements a woman might seek.
Glancing over at the staring man again, Margaret thought there was something vaguely familiar about the distinguished guy who kept looking back, but she couldn't place him. What she could see was an interest in her so much so that she leaned over and said to her husband: "We might be in for some fun tonight, darling."
With a flick of her head, she indicated to her husband the guy who was now on his feet, still looking at her. As he stood, she moved her legs a bit to show a bit more thigh and stocking tops.
She thought she might as well let him know she was interested, she thought to herself as he walked towards them.
"I'm sure we've met somewhere," he said, getting straight to the point and after he'd said a simple "Hi."
"Yes," she said, smiling and looking straight into his dark brown eyes. "I did have the same feeling."
She looked at her husband, looked back at Frank and added: "Why don't you join us, and we'll all see if we can remember."
Frank took the bar stool next to her.
"I'm Margaret and this is my husband, Bill. We're just here for a few days."
"I'm Frank."
"Frank," she said, flirtingly and softly. "I do remember that name and a memory of your face from somewhere before." She paused and then: "Frank by name and frank by nature I think."
The last bit was delivered with a giggle.
Bill made Frank welcome and offered him a drink. The barman who knew Frank well was there straight away to pour. He knew what Frank drank without being told. They raise their glasses to each other.
"He seems to know you well, Frank," she said, indicating the bar man. "You must be here a lot?"
