"I really can't believe I'm doing this!" That was all I could think as I straddled this gorgeous young college stud. I secretly had wanted this all night, of course, but I had no idea my innermost desires would land me in bed with this great looking guy... riding him like a wild stallion, no less.
First, you must understand I'm not usually like this. At least not to this degree. You see, for 20 years I've been the loyal wife, the loving mother. But for a long time I've wondered if there shouldn't be more sexual excitement in my life.
My name is Deanne, and I married Richard when I was 18. At 38 years of age I still look pretty darn sexy, if I do say so myself. Most people have a hard time believing I'm a day over 30 because I exercise and take care of my body. (I just wish someone else would!)
I guess that's part of the problem. Richard hardly pays me any attention anymore. I know I'm still very desirable because I get "the look" from every young guy that sees me. Part of it is just knowing how to dress, don't you think? I mean, I love to wear low cut tops that show of my firm 36C breasts. And my toned, tanned, muscular legs always get the stares...from men and women alike. I do enjoy showing them off, too, I must admit... in high heels, short tight skirts, thigh highs... you know what I mean. Sitting in a public place, finding a lonely, horny guy sitting by himself, and giving him a show he'll remember for years. Or teasing a poor helpless shoe salesman with a peek up my dress, it's all in fun, you know.
That's how this whole thing got out of control I guess. My 18 year old son Brian called to say he was coming home for the weekend from college and was bringing a friend. As usual, Richard was out of town on business, and I was lonely and incredibly horny. I had planned a trip to a local bar where I could showcase my new black miniskirt, strappy heels and skimpy mesh thong. I figured I would draw a little attention, you know, just for kicks, then head home for the evening to pleasure myself by the fire.
But all that changed when Brian introduced me to his roommate Steve. I could feel my mouth watering and my panties moistening as I gazed on this 6 foot 2 inch Greek god of a young man. I tried to appear calm, but I immediately began fantasizing about all the positions we might enjoy together.
This time, however, it was different. This wasn't just some stranger at the mall, or some half-wasted executive staring across a poorly-lit lounge. This hard mountain of a man was actually in my house... and staying for the weekend! "Get a grip," I thought to myself. "You simply cannot let this happen."
Even though I tried to block out my lustful thoughts, I dressed for the evening just the same. I fixed dinner for the two of them wearing the black miniskirt (rolled up once at the waist just for extra effect) lace top thigh highs, and those lovely mesh panties. Just for fun I sprayed the panties liberally with my sexiest perfume. I don't know if they noticed the smell or not, but it absolutely drove me crazy.
During dinner I kept looking for excuses to cross and uncross my legs so Steve could see up my dress. Several times I caught him looking, but I had to be cool since my own son was in the same room. I even unbuttoned the top of my blouse to show Steve I wasn't wearing a bra... as if my hard nipples pushing against that soft shiny silk weren't obvious enough to everyone.
As we started dessert I quietly pushed off my shoes and teased Steve's legs under the table. By now we were both so hot we could have fucked right there on the kitchen floor, but first we had to get rid of Brian. As long as he was in the house this had no chance of happening.
