PROLOGUE:
Phil was lying on his side, his head slightly raised on a bent elbow, spooning with Randi Boehmon in her lavishly appointed bedroom. The two were entwined on the California King bed with the wrought iron headboard as early morning sunlight just started to spill into the spacious master suite. Glancing around the room, he took in the expensive furnishings; the 52 inch flat screen mounted inside a small wet bar and the big leather chair where she had ridden him the previous evening. Although he had now shared her bed numerous times, he was still a little freaked out to be fucking her in front of all the family photos she had on display a few feet away on a large harvest table. Along with her wedding photos,and baby pictures of her two, now grown children, there were more recent photos showing Randi with her husband portraying a seemingly happy and perfectly normal suburban family. This image was in sharp contrast with the apparently insatiable MILF he'd been fucking the past few months.
Studying the sleek, warm, naked figure nestled up beside him, Phil recalled being struck again by her classically beautiful profile last night as they laid together recovering from their vigorous coupling. Propped up with a few oversized pillows, a sheet pulled up over her lucious breasts, her lovely toned shoulders exposed, he was captivated by her sexy silhouette as he watched her sip from a long stemmed wine glass before taking a long, slow drag from a freshly lit cigarette.
As his thumb started to gently circle one of her nipples, Phil closed his eyes and relived his most recent tryst with the hottest MILF in Middleton, Ohio.
ONE:
Randi had started inviting him over to spend entire weekends at her home, explaining that her husband would be out of the country for an extended period of time working on a major project in Brazil. Since both the Boehmon children had moved out after college, he knew that there would likely be no interruptions.
Although Phil had been banging more than a few married women since the infamous party at the Miller's, including one in particular that would involve years of therapy and a thousand Hail Marys if he was interested in salvation, he found himself increasingly drawn to the first soccer mom he had ever fantasized about: the incredibly sexy Randi Boehmon.
Although in her fifties, hard work at the gym, a model's diet and good genes had convincingly beaten back the years. A petite platinum blonde, she had a cute little bob cut with long sidebangs just over her shoulders, curling erotically under her chin. The girls at the Country Club had joked that Jennifer Aniston had gotten her sexy new cut after seeing Randi.
She had incredible deep, blue eyes that seemed to be lit from within, a body that was still firm and slim, with a tight little ass , slender legs and a great set of D-cups for which her plastic surgeon should have received an award.
Phil had eagerly accepted her invitation, and quicklly became a regular visitor, even parking his beat up Accord inside the Boehmon's four car garage so any nosey neighbors wouldn't become suspicious. It was easy enough for him to pretend he was staying with a buddy, Hell he practically lived at the Miller's for weeks on end anyway, so his parents were never curious about where he spent his nights.
Randi had given him a spare garage opener, so Phil pulled into the space vacated by Mr. Boehmon's Land Rover, quickly closing the door behind him. Although he had never had a close call, he couldn't prevent himself from getting nervous as he entered the homes of the wives and mothers he had been screwing, feeling his heart race, and his throat get tight.
Once inside, he was greeted enthusiastiacally by Randi who had heard the garage door. "There's my football star!!" she teased, using her pet name for him, as she threw her arms over his broad shoulders, crossing her wrists behind his bull neck as he bent down to kiss the petite cougar, her jaw dropping in invitation to his searching tongue.
A recently graduating senior, Phil had received honorable mention all-state as a linebacker for the Middleton Bison football team that had lost in the state semi-finals. A few inches over six feet, long hours lifting weights had packed serious muscle on his V-shaped frame.
The two lovers kissed slowly and tenderly, their lips smacking, and Phil was immediatley hard as Mrs. Boehmon rubbed her slim sexy body erotically against him. Breaking their kiss with a dramatic flick of her tongue, she slid her hands down the sides of his jaw, scrunching her beautiful face in a pleased smile, briefly rubbing her nose against his, before taking him by the hand and leading him down the hallway and into her home.
"I could hardly concentrate at work today . . . I was actually rubbing one off. . . thinking about you of course, during my last conference call. " she admitted, looking slightly embarrassed. "I had to cut it short so I could finish!" she laughed.
"Can I get you a beer?" Randi offered before pulling a bottle of Stella Artois from the stainless steel fridge in their recently remodeled chef's kitchen, with beautiful dark stained custom cabinets and leather cut granite countertops. She poured the beer in a gold-rimmed glass sliding it over to Phil as he slid into one of the high-backed stools. She studied him cooly as he took a sip, her incredible blue eyes smouldering behind smoky eyeshadow, her lips glistening wetly in a soft red shade.
Randi looked gorgeous in a soft yellow off-the-shoulder tunic over top of a pair of cropped heather gray leggings, balancing herself on ankle strapped platform sandals with a 4 1/2 inch heel.
After a bit of small talk, she smiled broadly and said "Before we . . . well . . . you know . . . I was wondering, Do you like to play cards?"
"Yeah . . . I play with some of my buddies from time to time. Why do you ask?"
"Well . . . " she lowered her eyes in sexy teasing manner, "I thought it might be fun to play a little strip poker!"
"You did!" Phil teased back. "What will we be playing for. I'm just a poor high school graduate." he offered, clearly playing along.
Randi threw her lovely head back and laughed, before telling him "I hate it when the salesmen at the office talk about a win-win situation . . . . I find that so fucking cliche` . . . But in this case, that may be an accurate description!"
"If you win, I'll give you a sloppy blow-job . . . You know how much I enjoy sucking that big dick you have . . . and you SEEM to enjoy it!" she teased, knowing that her oral skills were legendary.
"And if I win . . . You have to eat my pussy, just like I"ve been teaching you. What do you think?"
Phil shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "It seems pretty silly to bet things we were going to do to each other anyway," he accurately pointed out, "But sure . . . Absolutely!!"
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