Patricia Allen, the matriarch of the Allen family, gently caressed her husband Mark's cock. Just moments before his cock pounded her ass in the exact way she loved. The feel of a hard cock sliding deep into her asshole always sent her over the edge. Feeling his cum ooze from her was another secret pleasure of hers.
"When are you going to see her again?" Patricia asked after finally removing her hand from Mark's cock.
Mark mumbled from his state of bliss, "See who?"
"Your slut."
"I'm not sure. Why?"
Patricia adjusted her nightgown so it once again covered her large tits with their bright pink nipples. "Just curious. Seems like you aren't seeing her as often as you did. Are you losing interest in her?"
Mark pondered that for a moment. She was right. When he and his eldest daughter Justine first started secretly seeing each other he would fuck her almost every other day. Now it decreased to once a week. He definitely wasn't losing interest in fucking her, but he was bored with their routine. Sex with Justine had gotten predictable. "Not losing interest," Mark said as he worked through the problem in his mind. "I think I need to change things up a bit."
"A new partner?"
"Maybe," Mark said. Or an old one, he thought to himself.
Patricia accepted the open marriage readily. She loved sex just as much as Mark did and loved being able to attract and bed younger men. She found it funny sometimes how her young lovers would compare her to the young women in their lives. Women their age had all sorts of hang ups since they were still worrying about how people viewed them. Patricia was beyond caring. She knew who she was, knew what she wanted, and knew that the pursuit of pleasure sometimes meant being in some demeaning positions. In the end, as long as she got what she wanted, what did it matter?
She worried that Mark was pulling back from his outside interests which would limit her opportunities to play as well. She forgot about that once she logged into one of her favorite dating sites and found a few messages waiting for her. Sexually adventurous women had the luxury of being selective, carefully curating their lovers and experiences. In a few minutes she had exchanged some emails and arranged a date for the next night. To her children, she was always going off to a class or lecture, a social function, tea party, candle party, there was always a ready believable excuse at hand. After a few years, she didn't even bother. Once in awhile, she would go out and not come home until late at night. No one questioned it.
The next day went along as normal, she paid household bills, watched a talk show, did her yoga, prepared dinner, and then started to get ready to go out. Patricia loved getting ready to meet a new lover. Again, one of the advantages of age was money and money bought some of the nicest, luxurious, sexiest lingerie imaginable. She chose a sheer blue demi cup bra that barely covered her nipples. The bra was one of her favorites because of the amount of cleavage it allowed her to show. The panties were part of the set and nothing special, just a French cut and sheer like the bra. She enjoyed how her trimmed pussy looked beneath the fabric.
Her stockings felt remarkable against her smooth legs. She rolled them up to her thigh and then let her hands slide up and down the smooth fabric. Her dress hung on the back of the door. It was a simple dress, black and low cut V neck that fully exposed her ample cleavage. The fabric gathered at the waste a bit before relaxing into the skirt of the dress which fell just above her knee. The skirt was loose enough it could easily be lifted. Patricia was not above a little flashing once in awhile to keep her date interested.
Sitting in front of her vanity mirror, she went through at least three different variations of hairstyle before settling on letting her hair naturally cascade to its full length, just past her shoulders. This meant a bit more time primping with the curling iron so it fell exactly the way she wanted but the effect was worth it. Her entire look was finished with the addition of a small necklace, a few bangle bracelets, and the removal of her wedding band. Young men rarely noticed the band but she always took it off just to make sure everyone was at ease. Finally she put on her heels, open toed, black and strappy, 4 inch heels with bands that wrapped around her ankles. She loved wrapping her legs around her lover and locking the heels together, trapping him against her.
Patricia arrived at Renata, a trendy restaurant in the more bohemian section of the city. Renata specialized in rustic Italian foods. Soft lighting and gentle music provided just enough of a veil so lovers could whisper to each other and touch softly. Patricia took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of Syrah. Renata attracted the young professionals. Patricia found herself in the midst of men and women in their late 20s, early 30s and she loved it. She fantasized at times that she was a vampire of sorts, sucking in the youthful energy of the men she slept with. She stood out in more ways than one. Older than the rest, but also more put together. Mature. In many ways the word had been beaten down and turned into a negative. Mature - ripe - ready. Mature - in the final form. Patricia was the very definition of mature.
When Ben walked into Renata he immediately focused on Patricia. He had never been with an older woman but Patricia fascinated him. Her directness appealed to him.
Patricia didn't notice Ben. He blended into the crowd perfectly. She sipped her wine and checked her phone once or twice as Ben slowly approached. "Patricia?" he finally asked.
"Yes. Hello. Are you Ben?" Patricia flashed a bright and brilliant smile. She held out her hand and pulled him to her to receive a kiss on her cheek.
All through dinner, as they chatted about their likes and dislikes, Patricia admired his form. His lips seemed so soft. His brown eyes had a lovely warmth to them. His face, recently shaved, showed traces of the man he was to become.
"We should get out of here," Patricia said, interrupting him in the middle of a story about his first job out of college.
