Note- This story is not intended to reflect real life. It's just erotic literature for the purpose of titillation and fun.
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If you were to look in the dictionary under 'Golden-haired Milf' and 'Ball-busting Cougar' you might very well find a picture of Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson alongside. For her age she had a formidable figure that was the envy of her close friends, and enemies alike.
Fifty is not an 'F' word, rather it is 'fitty' with one word changed. The very 'fit' Lady Penelope, now of that age, oozed sophistication and sex appeal and her male admirers became dizzied by her hotness. The voluptuous strawberry blonde could make the most impotent man's dick stand to attention just by the sound of her underwear dropping to the floor.
Penny sucked cock and ate pussy as if it were her last meal on Earth.
She felt no guilt nor shame, only a helpless obsession for any and all sexual activity.
Since the death of her husband, the late Sir Hugh Williamson, Lady Penelope had the means and wherewithal to fulfil her wildest dreams and fantasies.
Even when they had married in her twentieth year, her husband had never been able to keep up with her in the bedroom. He being twenty years older than she, presumably. It had been the cause of much tension in the marriage, but then came along two daughters and they had put to bed any issues as they raised the children. Penelope had played away from home on the odd occasion. She being unable to hide her desire for pleasure of the flesh, nor the sly opportunity to explore her sexuality with others.
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Her husband's ancestral home was Williamson Manor, and it dated back to when Britain was ruled by feudal Lord's. It had been refurbished in 2010, and was now a sumptuous mansion with tapestried walls and an ornate sculptured ceiling.
In the basement there had been Sir Hugh's extensive wine cellar, since transformed into a special playroom for Penny.
Since it's installation, she could probably fill a book with all the seedy exploits she had experienced. Her husband, having long ago lost interest in the physical side of their relationship, turned a blind eye to her infidelity.
She laughed to herself when she recalled the very first time she had formally 'christened' the room.
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It had been a dull affair at Lord and Lady Ponsonby's soiree back in 2011. Penelope had then turned forty and had felt thoroughly miserable at the thought of approaching middle age.
Utterly bored and feeling sorry for herself, she had found herself eying up two young fellows who looked decidedly out of place. They stayed away from the invited guests and even appeared a little gay as they cozied up in one corner.
"May I ask, Lady Ponsonby, who might those two characters be?"
The stuffy sixty year old peered hard through thick spectacles and picked out the men.
"Oh, don't mind those two. They are working on the old wing. Decorators you know, what?"
"I see."
As Penelope continued to look openly in their direction, it became blindingly obvious to them that they were being scrutinised.
Sure enough, they began to look at her with what can only be described as lecherous glances.
Indeed, on this evening, Lady Penelope had dressed in her fortieth birthday Portia & Scarlett Hugo Gown. Made of the finest silk fabric, it hugged her body in all the right places. Ruching at the waist and with a daring mid-thigh split, the Hugo gown also featured a stunning plunging neckline with a low V-back. Her outlandish DD breasts, both of which were outlined individually, were in constant danger of spilling out of the loose front.
"I love this gown."
She had finally settled on the small amber drop earrings that seemed to compliment the dress. As she ambled about the crowded room, she felt decadent in her ensemble, loving the feel of the light material against her skin. So much so that she wore little underneath. The style of the dress meant she was unable to wear a bra, nor did she want to anyway. Only the black thong gave her any real modesty.
Her Ladyship had spent an entire morning setting her fair hair into a sleek French twist, spiraling along her face and neck. And for this formal occasion, she wore her Oriana sandals. Italian crafted in Malibu satin, with gold chains and slim straps for a distinct touch.
She had to admit that there was something to be had about moving through the crowd, knowing how little she was wearing, and that made it all the more exciting.
"Do excuse me."
Lady Penelope had often fantasised about having two men at once, and she now decided that this was the time to fulfil her dream. With a mix of trepidation and an unalloyed carnal lust, the top heavy blonde approached them.
"Good evening. I'm drinking champagne."
With a boldness borne out of wealth and breeding, Her Ladyship held up her empty glass to the nearest fellow without making eye contact, and he took it without a word.
She regarded the man left with her and held a cigarette to her scarlet lips.
He reached inside his cheap jacket and retrieved a book of matches.
Once fired up, she blew smoke into his face and smiled warmly. Both looked to be in their mid-twenties, maybe younger, in her estimation. Ripe for the taking.
"My name is Lady Penelope. Heard of me?"
"No, sorry. I'm Jack, and this is Tom. We're just painters and decorators. We don't really know anyone."
Tom handed her a flute of bubbly and his eyes burned a hole into her deep cleavage. Definitely not gay then. Penny caught his stare, but his eyes fixed firmly on her bosom. This just made Her Ladyship hornier for a threesome all the more.
"Enjoying yourselves, boys?"
"Fuck, no. Oh, sorry for my French. If it wasn't for the free booze, we'd be long gone."
"Yah, I know exactly what you mean. Yawn." She feigned a bored look and covered her mouth.
They looked at each other as she squeezed her curvy figure in between them.
As she settled, she tentatively ran her fingers along their upper thighs.
"Do you have girlfriends, boys?"
"Nah. We like to play the field. Get me?"
Penny and they made small talk. She did not protest when after more booze, she felt the warmth of their hands glide up and down her arms, and knead and caress her thighs.
"Tell me. Have you ever made love to an older woman?"
"Like what? Sixty?" Wondered Jack as he blew in her ear.
Penny idly fingered their groins as she elaborated.
"Well, I'm forty."
"That's not old. That's mature."
"You're too kind. Listen." She asked brazenly. "I simply cannot decide between the pair of you. You're both my type. Would you be willing to share?"
"Share? Share what?"
"Why, me you silly goose. I want both of you. At the same time."
Penny took a sip of her drink and grinned at the priceless looks on their pathetic faces.
"Really? You and...us?"
"In a nutshell."
"Alright. I'm game." Said Tom.
"Yeah, me too." Replied the other.
"Excellent. Give me just a moment, gentlemen."
Her Ladyship sought out Sir Hugh and made her excuses for an early night. Leaving their car and chauffeur with His Lordship, Penny hurriedly left the do and hailed a taxi.
All three shared the back seat of the black cab as they journeyed to Williamson Manor. They made out and kissed the whole way, and the insatiable blonde juggled all sorts of racy thoughts in her head.
Even the driver felt a bead of sweat on his brow as he looked in the rear-view mirror at the young men moving their hands up to her parted legs. They played with her thong where they found her cunt to be slick and hot. Probing fingers moved inside her, causing the forty-year old to relish the raw desire that burned throughout.
By the time they arrived, Lady Penelope was sopping wet.
Once inside the front door of the mansion, she steered them in the direction of her private playroom.
"Holy shit! Look at this room!"
Created to Her Ladyship's strict orders, the 'playroom' had soundproofed red walls, non-carpeted flooring, and no windows. The longest wall had a black UV light wall tapestry hanging cloth poster of a Star Lion. The tapestry glowed gorgeously under the black light, giving the room a trippy effect.
Tom noted the various racy costumes, sex-swing, vibrators, dildos, and strap-on harnesses.
One big bed with black sheets was flanked by a smaller collapsible bed and a massage table. There was also an array of oils, lotions, lubricants, and scented candles. And Condoms were strewn everywhere.
"I want you both to treat me rough, and the rougher the better." Announced Penny with a dry throat.
She was feeling a little tipsy from the party as she regarded both men with wide eyes and a lisp.
A minute later, Lady Penelope was being lewdly pawed by four rough hands. Penny cooed in delight as her stupendous tits were released from the flimsy confines of her dress. The two seduced men stared in open-mouthed amazement at the size of her globes of flesh.
As they bumped bodies, she felt the tantalising bulges of their swollen cocks.
"Good boys."
She felt hornier than she had done in years as she caressed their packages through their trousers.
They all fell onto the bed and Penny wallowed in the thrill of having two hungry mouths suck simultaneously on her stiff nipples. As they concentrated on her boobs, she responded to their hands parting the slit of her dress on her left thigh and tugging impatiently at her thong.
Penny spread her thighs and the one name Jack dived between them.
He placed his mouth onto her muff, and moved his tongue back and forth, penetrating the juicy interior of her tingling pussy.
"You like that, don't you darling?" She nodded eagerly and squirmed at his touch.
Tom concentrated on her tits, circling the quivering mounds then flicking out at the erect nipples. She shivered as he glided over her soft skin and she jolted at Jack's eager mouth.
