Wanting the Older Woman

One of my previous stories when I published under the name NewForester. Now given a facelift and republished under my current name, Rockycoveboy. Hope you enjoy!!

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She had a body to die for, and she was on her knees, lovingly tending the flower beds that she cherished. Laura loved her garden and spent many a happy hour tinkering away outside, pruning the roses, mowing the lawn, sweeping the leaves away or planting little flowers, ready to watch them grow to full bloom as the weeks progressed.

But it was her aching body that Laura thought about most while she was alone in the garden.

From a teenager, she had always been admired, and no wonder! At 18, she had been a beauty queen and attended many of the pageants in many of the towns in the Mid-West state where she came from. She was 5'9, dark haired, with legs that went on forever, and huge, hard breasts that dazzled the kids at college, the men in the district where she lived, and anybody that came into contact with the college girl. She had thought nothing of parading up and down the cat walk in a skimpy bathing costume that showed off her superb curves to their fullest.

But the thought that people were lusting after her never crossed Laura's naïve, young mind. Now, Laura was approaching her fifties, but her breasts were still 39DD, shapely and firm with rigid, dark nipples, and she still had the feminine curves that brought leering looks from men and boys alike.

She had children, she was married to a good man, had a nice house in a town development, and she had an interesting job, which enabled her to work from home for much of the time, sending in work to the company by Email, but it was her private thoughts as she worked in the garden that most occupied Laura's mind.

Coming from a good, God fearing, home in her younger days, Laura had never taken advantage of all the offers or opportunities that might have come her way. Sex was for the bedroom, private and conventional, to be enjoyed with the man you love, and sacred. God, how she wished that she had explored herself more at that time, doing things that others seemed to be doing, letting the boys feel her body whenever the urge overcame her. She hadn't indulged as 'it wasn't what good girls did,' it wasn't what was taught at the little Sunday school she went to each week. How she regretted it now!

She found it very difficult to talk to her husband about her urges, frightened that he would think her strange or frustrated, or perhaps take advantage of her. Little did she know that her husband would allow Laura to come out of her shell if only she'd drop a few hints now and again, and act a bit more bravely. But Laura never would!! When they first got married, Laura occasionally gave in to her husband's demands of wanting to film or take pictures of her sexy body, or wear daring clothes when they went out to a lounge club or a nice restaurant. As the years went by, however, she found it more and more difficult to express her inner feelings, and instead of letting herself go completely, she receded into her shell again, and became even more distant.

When her husband fucked her, she would sometimes wear sexy and colourful underwear to placate her husband's wishes, and it was wonderful, and the feelings that went round Laura's body were fantastic...but she couldn't bring herself to let herself go, she wouldn't take cum in her mouth or have his big cock slide beautifully into her bottom...and Laura was tearing herself apart because these were really the things that she wanted to do, be a daredevil and knock convention aside, be reckless and rampant and give herself up totally into a submissive state.

She wanted it, by God, she wanted it, but she wanted to be in control of her emotions all the time, and just couldn't go that one step further. It was frustrating for both Laura and her husband, but otherwise their lives were good and the matter was just something that stayed in the background.

Except when Laura was alone with her thoughts!!

Weeding in the garden, Laura grew to realise that there was possibly an opportunity to have some hidden pleasures without having to admit her needs, or without anybody realising what she was up to. It could be fun, it could be a bit dangerous, but it seemed harmless.

She felt excited for once as the ideas ran round her head, butterflies in her stomach, and that night in bed, she let her husband really screw her into the sheets, thrusting her legs right up round his back so that his cock became embedded deep inside her as she came to orgasm. She cuddled down, a feeling of contentment and excitement flowing round her body for the first time in ages. She just couldn't talk to her husband about it though. He would be horrified. Or so she thought!!

A few months previously, their eldest son had started to play baseball for the college team, and just to boost his morale, his parents often went along to show their support. Laura began to enjoy the games, as it got her out of the house for a good reason, and she'd suddenly realised that there were some good looking, hunky young guys playing for the team. Her mind thought of all those muscles and fit bodies that tore around the pitch, and soon, Laura was fantasising about the effect they were having on her.

Sometimes, her husband had to work, and she'd take her son on her own to the games, and she'd sit in the stand and just glaze over as the thoughts of what these guys could do for her body took over her whole afternoon. In the evenings, back at home, she'd let her husband really go to town in his sexual lust for her body, and Laura would imagine that the young players were using her just how she wanted to be used.

The next time Laura took her son to a game, she dressed a little more daringly. Her skirt was a little shorter and tighter, her jumper squeezed more closely round her fabulous breasts, and her heels were a bit higher. That was all she did, but she imagined the young guys looking at her as she sat in the stand.

She let her skirt ride up her long legs as she sat down in her seat, not bothering to pull the hem down and imagining the guys seeing her shapely calves, and even further up her legs. She would wave to her son as he played the game, but it was the other guys she was attracting. Laura would make sure her legs were crossed high so that the boys might see right up to the tops of her thighs, or she would subtly make sure the skirt was high enough so that there was possibly a glimpse of her panties through her hose as the boys looked up from the diamond.

These displays got Laura very wet between her legs, and her nipples became hard against her tight jumpers, and she realised that these type of thrills were just what she wanted, as it was harmless fun (or so she thought), but it gave her fantasies that she could think about when she was on her own. Many was the time when alone at home, Laura would imagine the guys on the team looking up her skirt all the way to the darkness between her legs, or shiver as she thought of them watching her heaving breasts as they moved seductively under her clothing.

This led to some wonderful sessions at home when Laura, gently playing her fingers in her cunt, imagined what might happen to her if she was a little more risqué, until she finally brought herself to a magnificent orgasm with her skirt up round her waist and her panties laying on the floor.

Because of her strict upbringing, she couldn't dare tell her husband of her thoughts, but it inspired her on to see just what might lay ahead if she continued the tease. Her son asked his father if some of the team could come over to the house after a game to play pool or watch a film, and both Laura and her husband readily agreed as the kids were no trouble and her son would be kept amused at the same time.

Laura became tense and nervous, knowing this was another opportunity to look smart and chic for the boys, this time within her own home, but she had to be discreet as her husband would be there and she didn't want to appear cheap or tartish. She put on a long coat for the game, even though it was a warm afternoon, but underneath she put on her tights, heels, a short skirt and a revealing, low cut jumper that plunged to show a wonderful amount of cleavage.

She enjoyed the game with her husband as they watched her son flying around the diamond with youthful energy, but Laura kept her coat tightly done up, not wanting to reveal her legs to the guys below while her husband was there, but she was so looking forward to them returning home after the game. She knew her husband would go into the office at home to have a beer and watch the TV while the boys played pool in the basement, or watched a video in the dark room, and Laura knew exactly how she would play it.

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After dishing out food and pop to the 4 or 5 boys who had come back with her son, Laura decided to take a nap on the couch in the lounge. Her coat had come off and now she looked so fetching in her attire. Sure enough, her husband took a beer into the office and Laura settled down onto the couch, knowing that the guys would be going between the basement downstairs and the film room next to the lounge, and the kitchen where the pop was. Any change of room would certainly involve them passing her on the couch in the lounge.

Laura slipped her long legs in the high heels onto the couch and rested her head onto a pillow. She was in front of the open lounge, and was ready to let herself be admired. She moved her legs and bottom so that her skirt went right up her thighs and rested just a few inches below her panties. She also moved one of the shoulders of her jumper slightly off the shoulder so that anyone passing her on the couch would have a generous view down her cleavage. She gently closed her eyes, and her breathing became heavy with excitement and anticipation. The thoughts racing through her mind were also making her damp between her legs. God, this was exciting Laura so much, yet she appeared so innocent.

Sure enough, within 10 minutes or so, a couple of the boys came up from the basement and Laura felt them pass her as they went to the kitchen to get some more pop from the fridge. On the way back, she felt them briefly stop just behind her and then move back to the top of the stairs, whispering to one another as they went.

This happened three or four times with different guys, and each time Laura knew that she was being looked at as she pretended to sleep. She knew her skirt was right at the top of her thighs, and even though she kept her thighs together, the view would be wonderful. Her big, 39DD breasts were straining at the jumper and it would be easy to see down the front if the boys were standing over her looking down, and this only had the effect of making Laura's panties even damper.

As a couple of hours went by, the boys moved up from the basement and went into the film room to watch a movie, but this didn't stop them keep going back to the kitchen for crisps, cookies and pop. Occasionally, Laura's husband would come out of the office to get himself a beer, and it gave him a wonderful thrill to see how his wife was laying and how her clothes were bunched up, and he knew that Laura's body was on view for any of the guys who cared to look. It was the kind of sexual excitement that didn't come around too often these days with his wife, so occasionally he would peep out of the office, no-one able to see him, to see what, if anything, was going on.

Two of the guys came out again, and closed the film room door behind them. Laura could hear them talking in the kitchen and recognised the voices as that of James and Jon. They were both players in the team and were handsome, polite young men, friends of Laura's son. They were also muscular, handsome, tall college boys, and Laura had often seen them looking up at her in the stands as she sat with her stunning legs on view, and her stomach churned again now as she knew that they would both, from very close range, be able to stop and watch her as she feigned sleep on the couch.

Laura heard them pour the pop and then the fridge door closed, and then she felt the two guys stop when they got very close to her. She hardly moved and her breathing became heavier as she knew what James and Jon would be doing. They would be looking down her jumper or trying to see right up her skirt, and she felt her breasts expanding with each breath, pushing out her tight top and straining against the sexy, red bra that she had deliberately worn.

Suddenly, Laura heard a 'click', coming from around her knee area, and then another 'click' from the same area. Christ, what was that, she thought. She tried to open her eyes a fraction without moving her lids, and then another 'click' and then two or three more came from just under her neck. Laura managed to see out of one eye and was shocked...and then excited, as she watched James holding a mobile phone in his hand and pointing it down Laura's cleavage. God, he's taking pictures of me, and Laura felt a gush of wetness between her legs. She closed her eyes tightly again, and her chest heaved even more heavily, her instinct telling Laura to pull the hem of her skirt down...but she didn't!!

James must have taken at least half a dozen snaps of Laura's breasts and up her skirt, and probably her face as well, before the two boys went back into the film room. Opening her eyes briefly, Laura couldn't control herself and quickly slid her fingers down onto her panties under the tights, and pressed hard against her clit, working herself into a frenzy at the thoughts going on in her mind.

Two of the team, two handsome, rugged, teenage boys, had taken photos of her most intimate areas, and no doubt they were showing them to their friends in the movie room (apart from her son of course). Laura quickly stopped her assault on her clit as she thought that others might come out from the film room to see this sexy sight on the couch.

By the time all the guys went home, they had all taken a look at the sexy, mature mother with the wonderful tits and long, long legs, and Laura was feeling rampant. She had to have a cock inside her, and she almost dragged Terry, her husband, to the bedroom shortly after the guys had left, and gave herself up on a plate. She lay there, legs open, stroking her dark, pubic hair and very soon, Laura had her legs wrapped around her husband's back as she was brought to a shuddering climax in one of the best orgasms she had enjoyed in her entire married life.

Terry didn't need to ask why his wife was so turned on...in the darkness of the office, he was able to see without being seen, and he had witnessed all the guys ogling his wife, and he also saw James using his phone camera, to take the erotic photos. Terry wasn't going to let on that he knew, as it might spoil anything that might occur on future occasions. If it was going to benefit him when his wife came to the bedroom, then Terry would just keep quiet and hope that he would be able to enjoy further events when the guys came round.

Laura never mentioned a thing in the following days. She had a job to admit her actions even to herself, so she was hardly likely to discuss with her husband the fact that she let the guys look right up her skirt, or watch her big tits move about under her jumper.

God though, she was so turned on, and even the thought that her photos might be being downloaded from the phone onto the internet filled her with excitement and physical lust. If her reticent character stopped her from discussing sexual fantasies with her husband, getting excited over young, hunky guys ogling her body was certainly making up for it.

The following week almost the same thing happened, only this time, Laura was not asleep and was actually making eye contact with her admirers. She and Terry had gone out to dinner, enjoying a superb meal, wine and spirits, and had arrived back home to find an empty house. Terry had teased her about wanting her to dress up sexily as they were going out, and he especially asked Laura not to wear any panties. He hoped she might put on stockings for him, but she drew the line at that and wore shiny, dark tights that felt so erotic against her pubes and between her legs. The red dress was short, Laura wore high heels, and there was a deep plunge in the square neckline, and an open, sling bra under the dress to show off her greatest assets, allowing the fabulous nipples and front of her breasts to push without hindrance against the red dress. Laura was hot, but mainly at the thoughts of what might happen when her son came home.

What a contrast this was for Laura compared to the prim and proper lady who turned up for church each Sunday morning, mixing with the righteous and looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. She helped with the coffees after morning service, and spoke about her family with the other ladies who went along to repent their sins!

How could she become sexy and filthy with her husband when she was a respectable member of the community, going to church each Sunday and being regarded as an upright and God-fearing citizen? Laura convinced herself that these weekly visits made all her hidden thoughts quite acceptable, and she was determined to allow events to follow their own path without any further guilt.

Their son had asked if the guys could come round again, and Laura and Terry had both said 'Yes, of course,' but for varying reasons, and not before Mom and Dad had returned from their evening out. (You never know what kids will get up to if you're not there). It wasn't long after Laura and Terry arrived home, perhaps a little worse for a couple of drinks, that their son turned up with his friends. They all trooped in and politely said 'Hi' to Laura and Terry before going to the basement, and Laura shivered a little when she noticed that James and Jon were there again. Terry was pleased that his wife chose to keep her sexy dress on, rather than change into baggy sweats, and he grabbed his customary beer and sidled off to the office.

Laura relaxed herself and sat back on her couch, feeling quite merry after her evening out, and she knew full well that the guys would come up from the basement in due course. She was right. Hardly ten minutes had gone by before Laura could hear Jon and James chattering as they came up the stairs. The mature wife suddenly had butterflies in her stomach, she was nervous and excited all at the same time. She sat back in the deep cushions, and the Dutch courage from the earlier drinks made Laura do the unthinkable again.

She gently allowed her red dress to slide up her legs as far as she dare, so that nearly all of her stunning thighs in the dark, shiny tights were on view. She hadn't put panties on, as her husband had asked, and this only added to her feelings of daring, but she kept her legs together, relaxed herself and waited as the two boys came into the room.

'Hi Mrs K,' the boys both politely spoke. Laura smiled as James and Jon went and refilled their glasses from the fridge, and then they returned to her side. There was no doubt that they could see down Laura's top as they stood over her, and she shivered as she knew that her breasts would be visible down the front of the material. She felt her nipples harden.

'Mind if we sit and talk with you for a while?' asked James. 'It's a bit boring down in the basement at the moment.' Laura smiled again, even more nervous and excited.

'Absolutely. That would be nice.' The two young men sat down on chairs almost opposite Laura on the couch. God, she thought. They can see all of me right opposite them, they can see my legs and my tits pressing against the dress. The three idly talked about the baseball games, college, if they had girlfriends and how their families were, but most of all, the two guys talked about their keep fit regime, and pumping weights at the gym. Already turned on by the presence of two hunky guys sitting with her, Laura got even hotter as she thought of those young, muscular, sweaty bodies pumping their muscles in the gym. She was becoming turned on and thanked heavens that her son was still down in the basement with the others.