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.
"Oh, oh, okay. Well, it was a pleasure meeting you," Ben mumbled, clearly misinterpreting her intentions.
Patricia turned to face him and without a pause, kissed him firmly. It was a brief kiss, though she lingered at the threshold of skin contact after parting for a spine tingling moment. "We should go somewhere more private," she clarified.
Ben stammered agreement and led her out of Renata. An eternity passed for both of them as they walked from the restaurant to his tiny, dingy studio apartment. Patricia got a particular thrill out of seeing her lovers' homes for the first time. Ben's was like so many others. Many young men adopted the pile method of household management. Piles of clothes, piles of mail, piles of dishes. At least Ben's piles seemed a bit less haphazard.
She set her purse on the table, on top of a pile of papers. She draped her scarf over the back of a chair, over a few sweaters and a t-shirt already there. Ben's nerves showed. He offered her a drink but she said she was fine. She sat on his futon, classic black metal frame with a rumpled mattress. She wondered how many women he had fucked on this mattress. How much of his cum filled the fabric from nights of lonely masturbation?
"Join me," Patricia patted the space next to her. Ben smiled broadly and settled in next to her before kissing her. The passion of a young man turned her on. He was already hard. His cock pressed against her. He was so insistent in his actions. Ben's hands groped at her breasts. She needed to take some control over this or else they'd be done far too soon for her liking.
Gently she pushed him, guiding him. "Slow down, Ben. We have a full night ahead of us. Let's enjoy it. Undress me."
She stood up and presented herself to the young man. His face was flushed. His desire burned in his eyes. He smiled and stood. He too one strap of her dress and pulled it from her shoulder. Then the other. Patricia dropped her arms a bit and let the straps fall. Ben helped them down her smooth lean arms before she turned and lifted her hair a bit. "You'll need to unzip." She looked over her shoulder in time to see him gulp. These dates had phases. Each step was a moment her new lover realized it was real. This wasn't a tease. It wouldn't suddenly stop because she got cold feet.
Ben slowly unzipped Patricia's dress. As it opened, Patricia wiggled a little and let it fall from her chest. She turned again to face Ben, her breasts held in place by the beautiful blue demi cup bra. She cupped her breasts briefly, pulling the cup of the bra down just enough so her excited nipples peeked out from the sheer fabric.
They leaned into each other and kissed. Ben's lean body vibrated with sexual energy. His mouth was hungry for hers. His tongue probed deep into her mouth. While youthful, he didn't lack experience. His lips were incredibly soft. His arms wrapped around her. His leg pressed between hers. A brief moment he lifted her and through her dress and panties, her clit pressed into his thigh. It was her first moment of surprise. She gasped at the feeling and thrust against his thigh again to try to recreate the feeling. The angle was wrong and she couldn't.
Her hand snaked down his body, across his solid abs to his bulging crotch. It was his turn to gasp as her agile fingers gripped him through his pants.
