I must be surrendering to the Dark Side!   Maybe it’s because Frank has been away for two weeks and I’ve been trying to behave myself, but all this pent up sexual energy has made me into an exhibitionist and a fiend.!   Just this morning I found myself deliberately masturbating in front of the bedroom window.  Not such a big deal, except that the neighbors are having a garage sale and I can easily be seen from their front lawn.  Well not easily, but if you are paying attention and looking that way you can certainly see me.   I’ve waved to them many a morning from the same spot when I see them going out to get the paper.  But this morning there was quite a crowd.    

I stood there absentmindedly fondling myself while I watched them, becoming turned on by the idea that I might be seen.   Suddenly I noticed that I had caught one young man’s eye as  he was fingering the knick knacks.  He must have been in his mid 20′s….  tall, broad shoulders, shaved head like the younger men all seem to wear these days, not much older than my oldest boy. 

He had on sunglasses but I could tell he was staring my way.  I felt his gaze burning me as I stared back and began to caress my bra-less breasts thru my nightgown at the window, gazing out into the distance like I didn’t have a care in the world.  He must have lingered at that table a good 20 minutes, never moving from his spot.  All the while I touched and teased my body and slid my own fingers inside myself, watching people come and go past him and around him, as he stared my way…  I teased myself thru the sheer fabric of my gown, completely lost in this autoerotic act, as if only he and I existed.  

I must have closed my eyes for a while because the next thing I knew he was standing just outside the window, removing his glasses to wink at me.   I startled a bit, but grinned back indicating with a nod that he should walk around the back.   I waited for him at the backdoor , but with the screen still locked, unsure of what the next step should be.  He took a while to finally find my back door, but as soon as he appeared he was already touching himself through his pants.  The sight of this made myalready moist  little cunt begin to flow and I immediately placed my hand between my own legs.    We stood there wordlessly, eyeing each other thru that screen door… the tension and the excitement was unbearable I tell you.  I lifted the hem of my gown all the way to my navel, revealing my naked cunt to this strange young man, dripping with desire.  He in turn slowly unbuttoned his jeans and let his thick erect member  spring free.  Even tho I knew it was coming, I gasped aloud at the sight of his cock  and begin to beat my clit furiously.   He matched my pace as we stood but three feet apart, nearly naked, separated only by this door and silence, punctuated by our ragged breathing and moans. 

This lasted a good 15 minutes or so.. touching our bodies, staring and struggling to breathe thru the thick desire.   I was so incredibly wet… I had four fingers inside myself,  grinding myself against my own hand like a madwoman.  My knees began to buckle as I felt the first orgasm overtake my body…  and that’s when I heard him let out a roar….   I swear!  I’ve never seen any man, young or old, shoot so high or so many times.   He coated my screen door with his cum… it ran down in sticky white ropes over the mesh.

He pulled up his jeans and began to arrange himself hurriedly, as tho he were going to hurry away.  I don’t know what got into me, but I had a wild hunch and it struck me to call out … “YOUNG MAN.  Where do you think you are going??”  

He looked at me puzzled… not understanding but timid and obedient.

“You made a mess of my door, young man.  Don’t you think you should clean it up??”

I just about came again when he got down on his hands and knees and began licking that screen door, let me tell you!! 

Carol

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I’m 62 and my husband is 65.

My humsband has been totally worthless in the sex department for about 10 years now.  I’m at the peak of my sexuality.  I have taken on the role of cuckoldress and I enjoy the hell out of it.

I am a willing cock hungry slut for young cock.  I’m energetic in bed and get what I want.

I have a nice young man named Ben that visits us who adores being my bull and humiliating my husband.   Ben is younger than my own sons.  He’s 29 years old. Mmmmm, yummy age.  Old enough to know how to please a woman, and young enough to do it all night long.

Ben enters the bedroom.  I’m on the bed, still in my clothes, I love being stripped naked.  My husband “cuck” is sitting in his spot, the chair next to the bed.  He sits there naked, pulling on his flaccid little worm of a cock. Ben starts to undress me, and the act turns me on so much. I crave the feeling of his young thrusting cock milking my juices that have been saved for so long.

I say to my cuck husband ”You are a useless piece of shit, you enjoy being humilliated in front of us.  You enjoy watching me being serviced, penetrated deep and slow, gushes of cum filling me up.”

Cuck listens to me moaning, begging Ben for more.  Cuck feels worthless because it’s not him who is providing such pleasure … of course he wants in.  He wants to lick it all up, he is horny but restrained.  I slap cuck across the face, tell him what a worthless little marshmallow he has for a dick.  This excites him more of course.  I see the look in cuck’s eyes, he is dying to provide his saliva as my lubricant (not that I need any).

I order cuck to lick my pussy while Ben fucks the shit out of me with his WELL hung cock. I sit on cucks face while getting pounded from behind.  Ben’s balls are slapping against cuck’s chin.  I look down to see if cuck has actually accomplished an erection, his body is shaking with excitement…  nope, it’s still dead.  He’s furiously pulling on that soft little rubber band of his.

I look down and call cuck a Bitch.  I tell his to get back on his chair until it’s time to suck Ben’s cum out of my cunt.

Well, I’m happy because I ended last week by getting myself a steady pantyhose boi.  He’s a cute little thing I met in the supermarket…a bagger/delivery kid.  LOL..well, I ended up bagging him.  It was a nice day so I decided to walk to the supermarket and have my groceries delivered to me.  In the checkout line, I felt myself getting the eye from the young man doing the bagging…the shy smile, the blushes…he was cute, but I had other things on my mind at that moment. But because he was the one who took the delivery information from me, I started to take a little more interest and we flirted a bit.  However,  I wasn’t actually expecting him to be the one to turn up with the delivery a short while later.

Well, by that time, I was feeling very horny and able to concentrate on the fresh young meat presenting itself before me, lol.  When he’d brought the last bag in and put it on the table, I decided to offer him a cold drink.  He was a bit reluctant, but I can be verrrrry convincing and I was curious to see if I could seduce him.  He was very antsy, so I actually saw that as more of a challenge and got even more interested.  I more or less forced him to sit down, got him a cold soda and pulled a chair up beside him nice and close.  At that point, his eyes stopped darting toward the door and seemed rather fixed on my cleavage.  ”Bingo!” I thought, “I’ve got him!”  As he continued to stare and could not converse without stammering, I decided to lean in and give him a nice, juicy kiss, pressing my big titties against him as I did it.  It was all over then…he started devouring my mouth like he was starving and had his hands all over my tits, squeezing and kneading them.  But when I reached for his crotch, he reacted in kind of a panic.  So I stopped the kissing and asked him what was wrong.  I explained that I’ve seen it all and he could tell me anything in the world without raising even a hair of one of my eyebrows, while I stroked his hair and cheek softly.  Finally the li’l whippersnapper admitted he was embarrassed because he was wearing his momma’s pantyhose under his pants.  Now that got me super-hot.  I LOVE seeing a hard cock restrained by nylon…to have a man parade around in front of me in pantyhose and to feel my hand slip and slide over his taut ass and crotch…and I explained that in great detail to my new friend.  ooo la la.  I’d hit the jackpot and while he could not stay to play that minute, he was back within 5 minutes of his quitting time and we had a pantyhose play session like I have never had before.  And he’s already been back twice after that.  That boi loves his pantyhose.  If you want to know more about what happened or would prefer to talk to me about your very own thing for the wonderful feeling of being lovingly encased in nylon, call me.

Sunny

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I get a lot of comments and questions regarding my web page’s reference to my farm life and my grandpa.  Now Grandpa could be a bit of a controlling s.o.b. and I can’t even count the number of times he reduced me to tears with his harshness, but he was also a big snuggle bear and there are even more times I recall sitting on his lap, being his pride and joy and sucking up his attention…and anything else that came up.