We were talking to our college sons friend about his night on the town the previous night in a college town and he was telling us about how little clothes the ladies were wearing in the bars. He was staying with us for the weekend and had decided to go out in our little college town the night before.
We were joking about it with him and my husband said it must have been easy to get some action. He complained that it was almost too easy the way the girls dressed but he wasn't complaining. He was telling us that in the bar he went to the girls left very little to the imagination and though he loved the free show it bothered him a bit.
My husband started joking about me being dangerous back in the day and he told our guest how wild I was in college. I had to interrupt them and tell them that at least we had respect for ourselves, and yes we dressed to get attention but we weren't running around the bars naked.
I told them I got what I wanted in college and me and my girlfriends had 4 years of good times. I think I was starting to make our sons friend a little uncomfortable with the sexual innuendo so we let it pass and he finally left to go home.
When he left my hubby started making fun of me and teasing me about what a hottie I was back in the day and how sexy and loose I must have been while trolling the bars with my friends on the weekends.
I told him those days are long ago and far away and he teased me that if I dressed up and headed for the bar our sons friend was in last night I would have at least a couple guys ready to come back to our house in less than an hour..
All week we talked about it and had hot sex a couple nights until we decided Wednesday that we would go there on Saturday night. I wanted to be primed for the big show so I shut my husband down the rest of the week.
Saturday morning rolled around and while we were drinking coffee my honey gave me a hot outfit he bought for me to wear out to the college bar that evening. Definitely not the usual outfit a late 50's mother of two grown children should be wearing on a weekend night, but then our week-long fantasy talk had pushed me to the edge.
At about 7 pm that evening I hopped in the shower and got cleaned up. I shaved my legs and cleaned the strays around my love triangle. I pulled on the lingerie, added a bit of perfume, and squeezed into my sheer black skirt and white blouse. I added my beautiful pearl necklace and stepped into my "knock me down and fuck me" pumps.
We arrived at the bar at about 9:30 pm and it was just starting to fill up with hot, young bodies. It didn't take long to realize that the 20 year old college babes were indeed, barely dressed and my honey was drooling at the young ladies flaunting their stuff.
I told him that I had no chance against this competition and he scoffed at me telling me that my age and experience made me so much hotter. Even young guys know that older women are better in bed because you know what you want and how to get it.
I just smiled at him and he gave me a big, juicy kiss and said, "let the festivities begin." I grabbed a stool at the bar and he said he would be right back. I ordered a couple glasses of red wine and looked at the crowd. It was quite the "sex buffet" I was looking at and the thought crossed my mind that I wouldn't mind having a few of the gorgeous young ladies go down on me. But the thought of using one of my toys or my husband to finish this fantasy refocused my efforts on some of the potential bulls running around the place.
And there were plenty to choose from as I scanned the crowd. My mind was racing and just the thought of becoming a slut for the night had moisture building in my love box.
A group of guys crowded around two empty bar stools next to me and standing right in front of me facing away was a nice young man with a tight ass. They ordered beers and they were talking about a party they were going to when the bars closed down. In their minds they were all getting laid tonight and it was funny to be unnoticed and listen to their conversations about their upcoming sexcapades.
Finally the "tight ass' turned around to put his beer down and noticed my tits as he leaned over to the bar.
"I was wondering if the rest of you matched your nice ass," I blurted out somewhat embarrassed. "Turns out it does," I smiled
"I'm Matt," he said and reached out his hand. "Holy shit you are hot," he said with little regret as he glanced from my cleavage down to my high heels.
"Where have you been all night?" he asked no one in particular as he seemed embarrassed at his directness.
"Waiting to meet a nice ass that is looking for some fun," I said as I reached out, pulled him close, and grabbed his ass with my right hand.
"It is indeed tight," I approved.
"That is a big wedding ring," Matt offered glancing at the sparkles.
"I have a great husband," I replied. "He came in with me but he seems to be lost," I said as I looked into the crowd.
Matt pushed back from me and apologized. "I don't want any trouble with your husband," he said. "Sorry!"
I explained that there was no reason to be sorry and told him everything that happened since our sons college buddy spent last weekend with us.
"He wants me to live out this fantasy," I suggested as I pulled him closer. "He wants to watch as a young college guy pounds me and you appear to be the perfect candidate if you can keep up with a cougar that know what she wants."
"I'd have to hear it from him," Matt said. "BTW what is it you want horny MILF?"
"So you do want this MILF?" I questioned him.
"Every guy in this bar would want to touch you in all the right places," Matt smiled. "In fact, if the hubby says yes to tonight the next time we can bring five more guys to treat you like a queen, but tonight I get you to myself."
"Oh you do Matty boy?" I smiled at him and looked at the bulge in his shorts. "Let's see what you got first before you bring the whole gang with you."
Matt leaned in close, placed a hand on my breast and said "I love the whole package, lady. The platinum hair. The gorgeous hips. The luscious boobs. Maybe there are tats that I can't see or piercings I can only dream about," Matt drooled.
I grabbed his other hand and placed it on the lonely breast and told Matt that he would just have to be surprised when he unwrapped the package at our house.
He squeezed them both and I noticed one of his buddies panting at the action. I thought it was funny, but then I have a strange sense of humor.
"We are going to your house and not a hotel," Matt wanted to know.
"Hell yes, Matty. We have a great hot tub on the deck and a king size bed with enough room for three bodies. Does that meet with your approval?"
"I don't have a car," Matt was concerned. "But I like hot tubs."
"No worries Matt, you can ride with us."
"Ok, but not before the hubby approves," Matt reminded me.
I texted my husband and told him I was ready to go. He responded that he had been watching from across the bar and he was wondering why we weren't already gone.
He came over and I introduced them and told my honey that Matt was afraid of pissing him off by having sex with me and hubby assured him that although we had never done this before he was all in to help my fantasy come true.
We piled into our SUV with hubby driving and me and Matt in the back seat for the drive out into the country to our house.
We were tangled up with Matt fondling my tits and then managing to get my legs spread wide enough to reach the freshly trimmed, trim. My honey encouraged us but I didn't want to have sex in the car. I wanted to enjoy this fantasy come to life so I held Matt off by releasing his boner and stroking it softly and gently running my lips up and down his nice shaft.
My husband wanted play-by-play from Matt and he struggled through moans to tell us how my hands and lips felt softly touching him.
We rolled into the driveway and piled out of the SUV. We climbed the stairs to the rear deck and I offered Matt our hot tub. He said he would love to relax in it but only if he could undress me.
"I want to see those piercings and tats," Matt begged. I just laughed at him.
"I thought you might want a view of other things, big guy." I showed Matt the hot tub and told him to chill and I'd be right back.
I went in to get some towels while my honey poured us some wine. Matt was curious so he came into the house and met me in the hall as I was on my way back out to the deck.
I forcefully pushed him against the wall and pressed my tits against his chest. I pressed my hips against his groin and could feel the hardness hiding in his jeans. I whispered to him that I was going to get my money's worth from him tonight and he laughed saying that he forgot to negotiate a pay scale for this evening.
"You will have the best fuck of your life as your payment young man," I bit his ear and pressed my hips harder into his growing cock.
"Or will you have the ride of a lifetime," Matt quickly responded.
I like a good sense of humor and especially when it comes with a nice rod.
I told Matt that he was not dressed for the hot tub, but I could help him with that.
Without waiting for his answer, I reached down, grabbed his shirt and pulled it up and over his head exposing a nice chest and not much fat in his abs. Matt, did indeed spend time in the gym as he told me in the bar.
I ran my fingers from his pecs down to his belt and I fumbled with the buckle until I figured it out. He was running his hands across my ass as I loosened the belt and in time, his mostly hard piece of meat slipped out and at first glance appeared to be more than 7 inches and thick. I was unable to see it in the darkness of the back seat of the SUV.
Length is good but I love thick, not that I've sampled any in the past 26 years of marriage, but my honey was coke-can wide to go along with nine inches.
"Looks good Matt, I hope you know what to do with it," I whispered.
"Kick out of those shoes buddy," and he did as he was told.
I knelt down, brushed my hands across his penis, and rolled his pants down so he could step out of them. Matt grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick, but I removed it and told him he already had a head start on that and he needed to chill.
"Now you are ready for the hot tub, big guy," I looked him up and down.
"You know how to use that thing?" I wondered out loud.
Without hesitation, Matt reached out, grabbed my hips, and pulled me close to his naked body. He leaned his body into mine. I could feel the hardness against my skirt and it was hot. He moved me around so that my back was against the wall and he was pressing against me. I could feel his power and his cock was probing for an opening. It was arousing and erotic.
"You are way overdressed for the hot tub too, lady," Matt told me.
I could feel his strength as his hands slid from my hips to the back of my shimmering, black skirt. He found the zipper and the fabric hit the floor.
There I was standing in my six-inch Leopard print heels with the black nylon thigh-high hose stopping a foot short of my sheer, white cotton panties hiding my trimmed black bush.
Matt dropped to his knees and ran his tongue from the top of my panties down to the bottom of my ass and back again. Up and down he went and it felt wonderful.
