The Young Condo Stud

[bewareoflizzy]

(Fantasy, but it could easily happen)

We live about 20 miles from New York City in a high rise condo building. My wife has repeatedly insisted she has retired from hotwifing and has no interest in other men since becoming a grandmother. She's now in her late 60's but has the body and the disposition of a much younger woman and draws male attention wherever she goes. During the pandemic, she let her lustrous, thick, dark blond hair grow well down her back giving her the "blond bombshell" look. Amazingly, when viewed from behind she looks like a hot woman in her 30's. With yoga and exercise, she has maintained a toned, shapely 110 lb. body with legs to die for. I have struggled with her lost interest in being a hotwife but have maintained a solid exterior of support. Our Saturday night dates have declined from weekly to once or twice a month. The hot talk I used to enjoy so much has been hard to come by from a former hotwife.

About a year ago, things started to change subtly, coinciding with the arrival of a much younger, studly guy into our condo community. I overheard some giggling and gossip from wifey's weekly zoom chatter before yoga class. The ladies, younger and older, seemed to be taken by this newbie upstart. I ignored the chatter as there was never going to be any interest from this apartment. But, he joined the social committee that Liz served on and things began to percolate. After the first meeting or two, she barely mentioned the new guy on the committee. Then I noticed by the 3rd meeting, Lizzy was perking up her appearance before setting off for the conference room. A hotwife's husband is very sensitive to how she reacts to other males and how she will primp for him. I didn't say anything as she gave me a smooch goodbye but I noticed a little more eye make-up and a distinctly redder lipstick avoiding my lips. A soft scent of her favorite perfume betrayed her. I started watching her more closely as my erections started engorging more easily with lustful thoughts. She offered no hint of attraction to this 40ish bachelor until I met him for the first time in the lobby. A chance encounter turned into a hug, a flushing face, an introduction, and an exchange between Liz and Ron. I watched in fascination as the telltale signs of mutual attraction unfolded before me. I felt a plummeting sense of vertigo in my stomach as they bantered easily and I checked out this guy for the first time. He was about 6', 180 lbs., handsome as a devil, and built like an Adonis. My only thought as we said our goodbyes was "Is it possible"? "Could she"? I had a disturbing feeling that it was and I was about to find out.

[bewareoflizzy]

Lizzy hadn't been with anyone else in 10 years, not since she bedded her infrequent, former high school classmate visitor at the 40th reunion at a swanky hotel. He made love to her until 4:30 in the morning but had faded from her scene thereafter. Since then, it has been one disappointment after another. I was taken aback as the realization of renewed interest on her behalf became apparent even if she wasn't talking about it. How to get her to talk was my quandary. I would have to dig for more evidence and get her to admit she was smitten with Mr. Wonderful. Sumer time was our condo pool season and Liz was adamant about buying a couple of new bathing suits, one a bikini! She hadn't worn a two piece in 20 years despite her youthful figure. I was getting excited as I witnessed the slow transition of a retiree back to hottie. The other suit was a sexy leopard print that hugged her exquisitely and showed off her can perfectly. Liz went out to the pool one hot weekend before me as I lagged behind. About 15 minutes later I grabbed my towel and took the shortcut through the fitness center to the pool area. Just before reaching for the doorknob to the outside door, I stopped in my tracks. There lying on a chaise lounge looking for all the world like a pin-up girl was my wife. Hair coiffed, make-up perfect, bikini barely covering her privates, she was engaged in a deep conversation with a guy sitting next to her. His tanned, ripped body was exposed for all to see. It was a little disconcerting to me as his body language gave off confidence and sexuality, obvious from even my vantage point. His bathing attire consisted of little more than a speedo that made his prodigious equipment obvious to the most casual of observers. I stood there rapt with angst as I watched my wife of 40 years listening to this man almost 30 years her junior with bated breath. Her body language, obvious to me at least, screamed attraction. The tell tale signs were all there...lots of eye contact, smiling, giggling at his comments, her body swaying towards his when she spoke. I was frozen. I didn't want to go out and interrupt. I felt inadequate and embarrassed to be seen sitting with my obviously flirtatious wife and her younger paramour. I decided to demur and head back to the apartment. About an hour later, Lizzy came in and questioned why I never came out to the pool. I made an excuse about gastrointestinal problems and asked her how was it. She played it straight and said everything was normal at the pool. I vowed to get inside her head and find out what she was experiencing.

On our next Saturday night date night I got her really stoned and asked her to stroke me in bed for awhile. She gave me a suspicious look but agreed. As the music wafted over our speakers in the bedroom and the candles flickered around the bed I stripped and lay down face up. She laid beside me and reached for the baby oil. She pored the slippery oil over my penis and looked so beautiful and sexy in the flickering light. We began to talk...

"So, what's on your mind, Mr. B." she purred as she lathered the oil up and down my shaft.

"I'm wondering if there's someone in the building that you are attracted to" I ventured. Her response was affected exaggeration and a funny expression on her face revealing guilt.

"Why, what would give you that idea"? she teased as she continued the stroking.

"I'm just noticing some subtle changes in your behavior, especially when you know you're going to see Ron". She blushed and turned her head knowing she was exposed. Discovered.

"How did you know"? she admitted softly as she stared intently at my bulging cock.

"I knew when I saw you hug him in the lobby. It was familiar, tender, romantic". She blushed again.
"Does he flirt with you"? She lowered her head for awhile and slowly turned her face to mine and nodded her head affirmatively.
"What does he say to you, baby"? I implored.

"He tells me that I'm beautiful". I gulped as the words flowed off her lips.
"He talks to me after our meetings and starts to flirt as soon as the others are gone. That's why I've been late getting back. He likes to talk to me alone".

"I saw you both by the pool that other day and couldn't believe the obvious chemistry between the two of you. He's, what, 40 years old. Almost 30 years younger than you. I'm just surprised.

"Don't be surprised, baby. Sometimes someone reawakens a desire that's been dormant for awhile. He just has that certain quality. I felt it right away. Are you mad at me"? I tried to hide my excitement as her hand worked it's magic with my dick. I shook my head.

"No, no, baby. I'm just concerned about what kind of guy he is. He could just be a player from Wall Street that wants to bag the hottest baby boomer in the building".

"He's obviously way too young for me. I'm just enjoying the attention and the repartee we enjoy. I don't want to sleep with him".

I knew better... from experience.

[bewareoflizzy]

The social committee meetings continued...in Ron's penthouse apartment on the 8th floor of our building. The views of Manhattan were breathtaking, or so I was told. Liz would get a bit flummoxed on what to wear for these perfunctory meetings. I teased her by telling her to call Ron and ask him what she should wear. In the end, it was a flattering top with tight jeans...and heels, not wedges, stiletto heels. This was the first time she had ever worn high heels for anything in our building and my hard-on grew. She looked rather ravishing as she walked out the door and I told her so. She gave me a mischievous smile and waved bye. I didn't see her for 2 1/2 hours.

She walked in to our apartment looking pretty flushed. She bore the look of a woman on the prowl. There was something she wanted...and bound to get it. We talked candidly over a glass of wine.

"I think he likes me, baby. I mean really likes me, as in, he wants to have sex with me. I find myself thinking about him. He asked me to stay and talk in his apartment after the meeting and I said 'O.K.' We talked on his couch and he opened a bottle of really good wine. We sipped and talked...kind of heart-to-heart. He's really smart, really talented. He asked about our marriage and if I was 'happily married'. I told him I was very happy. I think he was disappointed with that answer".

"Did you flirt with him at all"?

She smiled sheepishly "Yes, I couldn't help it especially after two glasses of wine".

"What did you say to him"? I asked as my heart started to thump against my chest.

" I told him he was the handsomest man I had ever met and I was flustered when he sat down next to me at the pool. His cock looked enormous under that skin tight suit he was wearing. He just laughed at me.

They started texting each other, ostensibly for social committee business, but inevitably for a growing attraction to each other despite the gulf in years. One evening after dinner her phone buzzed. She read the message and looked at me with nervous eyes.

"Would you mind if I had a glass of wine with Ron out on the patio by the pool. Seems he has a family problem he needs to discuss with someone".
I laughed at the obvious ruse but she rushed off to primp as soon as I nodded. Looking in prime fashion inside of 5 minutes she kissed me on the cheek and said she wouldn't be long. I waited 15 minutes and started to get turned on by the thought of the scene taking place in the dark by the pool. I changed into black pajamas and made for the fitness center in the dark.

I couldn't see much at first as my eyes adjusted to the nighttime glow. There's a canopy by the pool that covers a couple of tables and chairs. As I stared at the canopy area two figures became visible in the darkness. I saw a bottle of wine on the table and Ron pouring Liz a refill. They were sitting in darkness save for a little backlighting from the pool. Liz's body language again leaned into Ron at any opportunity. They laughed quietly as they sipped more wine. He didn't seem to be having any family problems. Their conversation seemed to grow more intimate and they spoke in hushed tones. I strained to see everything as my heart thumped and thumped. I saw Liz place her hand on his arm, then his chest, drawing him in. He responded and lowered his head to kiss my wife. They kissed tenderly, softly, sensuously for some time then started making out like teenagers. Their passion grew. I could see Liz's hand drop below the table and was obviously pleasuring him. He leaned back in his chair as she talked to him and stroked his long, thick, 40 year old cock. My cock was rock hard as I witnessed something I had never seen before. My wife pleasuring someone else.
I couldn't see his cock but knew by her stroking that it was big...very big. She wet her fingers in her mouth and moved them down to his hardness. She was expert in her ministrations to the few men allowed into her sex life. This was no different. Within a few minutes he was rolling his head back as she jerked him off. I left my post soon after as they straightened up and finished their wine.

A new chapter had started.

[Open2it]

Hot story of an incredibly sexy hotwife.

[hornedhubby]

Loving this story of Lizzy's heroic comeback.

[allbouther]

Whoa! Can't wait for the next chapter of the new chapter. Well written, thanks.

[OOAA]

WOW!!! What an exciting story and what a writer!!!

Please, go on soon

[central]

Great story!

[bewareoflizzy]

I did not confront her when she returned expecting her to confess, but, surprisingly she denied any extracurricular activity, saying only that they "talked". This was a bit disconcerting as my eyes saw a completely different scenario. How to handle this? I decided to take a laid back approach and watch when I could. The primping, beauty treatments, and expanding wardrobe continued and accelerated. I saw a familiar look in her eyes, one I hadn't seen since her younger days with Jim, the younger cook at the restaurant she worked at as a waitress. Then, as now, the look was enhanced and the visual message was "Fuck me". My excitement was hard to conceal as I witnessed a woman on the march to hotwifery. Her denial was disturbing but the possibilities were too great to complain or confront.

As summer yielded to fall, her committee's agenda turned to the annual Christmas party and where to hold it. Each year it seemed to grow more opulent and extravagant. Naturally, he asked Liz to work with him on the selection process. She came back after the meeting and excitedly told me that she would have to go out with the young, handsome, single, stud to taste gourmet foods, sip wines, and enjoy the ambiance of the best restaurants in the area. My look must have taken her aback as she assured me that it was strictly platonic and a quite serious endeavor. I played along and assured her that I understood it was innocent and a necessary task. I gazed at her long red nails, vivid eye make-up, bombshell blonde hair, and tight suggestive outfit and knew better...much better.

The itinerary would consist of 5 visits on five different weekends to five top shelf restaurants. -The first 2 were simple visits on a Friday evening sampling appetizers, wines, and entrees. Liz dressed nicely but (to my secret disappointment, rather modestly). Of course, the restaurant visits were followed by a glass of wine in his penthouse apartment to discuss their opinions of the particular restaurant. Liz would stumble in after midnight and tell me repeatedly that it was all innocent. But, I saw what I saw. Things changed dramatically on their 3rd "date". Suddenly, it was better to go out on a Saturday night, the night the event would ultimately be held. It would be a full course dinner in some of the swankiest restaurants and wifey had to dress for the situation. She spent about two hours in the bathroom and emerged looking stunning as I expected. I tried to play it cool but had to tease her about the obvious.

"You're looking gorgeous tonight, baby. Have a hot date"?

"Oh, stop. I'm just trying to dress for the restaurant", she chided.

"I'm sure your dinner partner will appreciate your high heels and tight, black dress", I retorted with a wry smile. She just smirked and gave me a smooch on the cheek.

"Don't stay out too late"!, was my parting shot as she walked out the door.

My angst started to rise soon after she left. This felt different. Something was up. I drank bourbon and even smoked some pot to allay the anxiety. Hours went by as I got comfortably numb. I started to pace the apartment. Something told me to step outside to the patio where I could view his balcony above. I sat under the canopy with bourbon in hand feeling horny and excited. I saw the lights go on in his apartment and my pulse quickened. I peered above as I sat in the darkness and waited. Soon, my patience was rewarded when the sliding door was opened and out stepped a woman with wine glass in hand. A very sexy woman. It was my wife. She leaned against the railing and sipped her wine, obviously expecting someone to join her. Out he stepped, looking dapper as ever. He gave her a tender kiss that betrayed their relationship. My heart was in my throat as I watched once again their familiarity and intimacy. This was everything she denied. Everything my head feared and loins desired. He handed her a joint and pulled out a lighter to ignite the bone. She held it between her slender fingers just as I had seen her do so many times with me as a prelude to crazy sex. The flame illuminated her beautiful face as she took a long draw.

[bewareoflizzy]

They shared the joint as they sipped champagne while the music from his state-of-the-art stereo wafted across the cool, evening air. Their body language spoke of desire, flirtation, and animal attraction. I could only watch in awe as I again witnessed my lovely wife forgetting her wedding vows and turning to instinct.

It would be more than a year later that she would finally tell me the truth, continuing to deny everything all during this liaison. That 3rd date night she decided she wanted to hold him off just so he wouldn't take her for granted as he did so easily with other, younger women who fell head-over-heels for him. They would go inside and he would lower the lights as they sat on his couch, stoned and very, mutually horny. She would tell me how he tried to seduce her but she took control and surprised him. Again, she started rubbing his cock through his suit pants and found him hard as a rock. She explained to him that she wanted to take her time because of their age difference and the delicate situation with them living in the same building. His disappointment shower, she said, as she unzipped his fly and loosened his belt. She finally got a good look at his cock and it impressed. Thick with bulging veins and very large helmet. His length rivaled Jim's but not quite. She knew she would be riding this beautiful cock in due course...but not yet.

She stroked his naked penis and wet her fingers with saliva to make him nice and slippery. He exhaled and leaned back trying to be satisfied with a hand job. She spoke in soft whispers assuring him of carnal delights...soon. His erection shone with her saliva as she continued a slow, sensuous hand job with promises of delight. He held out for a time but, sure enough, the talented hands of Liz had their way with him and he exploded all over her hands in ropes of semen that seemed to go on and on. She found a warm wash cloth and cleaned him up gently as he basked in his own state of glory.

By the 4th week, it was obvious that they were dating. She consulted with me on her eye-makeup, her dress, and even her bra and panties. It was obvious we were playing an erotic game without a word being spoken. I played along with incredible excitement rising in my chest. I pushed her along in my state of compulsion. I encouraged her to wear some daring eye make-up that really gave her blue eyes that sultry, seductive look. We were on the same wavelength as we were 30 years earlier when she dressed like this for Jim. I gulped as she twirled and showed me the new knit dress she bought that hugged her shapely body like a soft glove. Her new stiletto heels screamed "fuck me" as my cock rose in my pants. I gasped for breath as she blew me a kiss, not wanting to muss her perfect, red lipsticked mouth. I hit the bong and the bourbon to relieve my anxiety once again. This is how she related the night:

"We went to this incredible restaurant in a black car and he looked amazing in a sport jacket and slacks. He kept complementing me on how I looked and I felt really good. Dinner was one of those magical nights where everything tasted incredible, the wine was amazing, and we talked easily and intimately. We had a special bond already and I knew he wanted me. That gave me a very special feeling of power and being desired. We returned to his apartment feeling no pain, and, of course, he opened a bottle of Dom Perignon. We sat on his couch, sipped the nectar of the gods, and he pulled out another rolled joint of this amazing pot he gets from one of his international clients. It's like nothing I've ever experienced. It takes over your body and makes you horny as hell. My pussy starts creaming as soon as I take 2 hits. He has a very seductive apartment and he plays it up. Candle light, soft, blues music, and fragrant flowers everywhere. I had already planned a surprise for him and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I pulled my hair back in a tight chignon so my face was fully exposed. I applied a fresh dose of lipstick (which he had complemented at the restaurant), removed my dress, and stood there in bra, panties, and high heels. I knew I looked amazing and it was time. Show time. I waltzed out to the living room and his eyes bugged out. He gushed about my body and I told him I had a special treat for him tonight. I carried a small bottle of baby oil from my purse and placed it on the carpeting as I boldly knelt between his legs. He loved my hair pulled back. He said it made me look 20 years younger. I smiled and thanked him and told him to lean back and relax. He knew we were moving to the next step and I was in control. I stroked his thighs and told him how much I enjoyed his company. I thanked him for taking me out to dinner and I wanted to show my appreciation. I knew my eyes and mouth were dazzling him and I played it up. I slowly removed his trousers and told him how badly I wanted to taste him and have him in my mouth. His undies bulged as I teased closer and closer to his tented cock with my nails. I softly traced the outline of his cock pleading to be released from it's prison. I granted him that relief and slid his silky undies off of his legs. Now he was mine. He groaned as I poured oil seductively over his head and spread it all over his shaft. Now, I've seen some dicks in my life but this was just a beautiful cock. I admired it as I poured more oil on him and started stroking this shiny, magical instrument. He had to be 9"-10" and his girth was to die for. I thought about discarding my plan and just letting him fuck me but I stuck to the plan. He looked down at me and I told him how I used to do this to Jim, my 26 year old co-worker when I was a 35 year old married woman. I used to play with him until he would beg me to let him cum. I taunted him for what seemed like an eternity. I loved that feeling of being in control. Finally, I asked Ron if he wanted to see what else I did for Jim. He swooned and nodded. Kneeling there in front of his gorgeous cock in my black, satin panties and bra, I moved my mouth to the head of his oily cock and slid him deep inside. I could feel his veins rubbing against my lips and tongue. He groaned. I gave him very soft head as far as I could take him, then I started licking and caressing his shaft and knob head. He asked me if I fucked Jim. I said 'yes' as our eyes locked, 'but not until the 5th date'. His cum exploded all over my lips, eyes, and nose".

[bewareoflizzy]

The 5th and final candidate night soon followed and, true to form, my wayward wife prepared her body for the final act. Another Saturday night left me without my wife and a date as she dressed and primped in the bathroom for hours. My heart pounded once again as she emerged looking like a goddess on her way to meet her Adonis. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, looking all the more stunning with the streaks she had done at the salon the day before. Her eyes were mesmerizing with different shades of eye shadow highlighting her sexy blues. If there was a dress that could outdo the previous one, somehow she had managed to find this body hugging, sultry masterpiece made for her shapely body. As before, no words were spoken as to her true intent, only a casual comment about why she might be out late. I played along, continuing our mental game of daring. I hugged her and drew in her intoxicating scent as she slipped out of my arms and bid me goodnight.

This would be the finest restaurant of all and a well known romantic destination for lovers and singles. The darkened bar was a great music and dancing venue and always drew an upscale crowd. The wine flowed and culinary delights were served as they worked their way through a tasting menu. The waiters and staff pampered them knowing their decision could bring a big crowd for the Christmas party. Their conversation turned from the wines and foods to more intimate talk. He asked about her affair with Jim and feeling no pain from the alcohol. Lizz indulged him and dished about her younger lover.

"I was a 35 year old married mother of two looking for a part-time job and ended up working at this suburban restaurant. Little did I know how the guys would hit on me as we became more familiar. I would flirt back but never took it seriously. Then I got a little wild and started partying with this crew after work sometimes. One guy was piercing my defenses and we started talking whenever we could. I realized I was attracted to him when we shared a drink at the bar after work and he asked if I wanted to come by his apartment sometime for a cup of tea. I hesitated but accepted his invitation. Nervous as hell, I dropped off my son at nursery school and soon found myself sitting at Jim's kitchen table sipping tea and talking like old friends. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I was falling for this guy. He was only 26, single, and dating one of the other gals at the restaurant. This was fraught with land mines. We hugged as I excused myself to pick up my son. I would arrive at work with a few butterflies in my stomach knowing he would be working in the kitchen. This is when I would start taking special care to look my best. I would spend time on my hair and make-up and wear my blouse and skirt uniform so it was tight and showing off my body. He would greet me with a cup of coffee and we would have little chats while I sipped my coffee. One invitation followed another and I found myself sipping tea with Jim on a regular basis. We would hug and kiss tenderly at first but eventually we were making out on his couch and things were getting steamy. Then, one day our clothes melted away and he was fucking me on his couch. I felt a lot of remorse for awhile but eventually I returned to his apartment and we made love again. Then, it was off to the races. I could stop by his apartment after work on a Friday night, drink wine, smoke pot, and fuck him in his bed for hours. He was an incredible lover, well endowed to say the least, and I couldn't get enough of him after awhile. He completely seduced and conquered me".

"Did your husband know"?

[bewareoflizzy]

"Yes, he did. He knew everything from the beginning".

"So, he knows that we're getting more intimate each week"?

"We haven't spoken of it but he knows the telltale signs. I haven't gotten dolled up like this since my younger days with Jim", she laughed.

"He doesn't mind"?

"I can tell he's excited at the idea. It's been a long time and he finds it very exciting".

They finished dinner, complemented everyone on the service and food, and walked into the bar area holding hands. The place had a sexy vibe and soon they were swaying to the music, delighted to be in each other's company. A slow, bluesy number had them embraced in a slow dance and his hands started wandering. He gripped her cheeks in the dark and he could feel the heat rising from her pussy. They kissed softly on the dance floor, oblivious to any one who may or may not know them. Their age difference meant nothing at this point. They were on an inevitable course and they both knew it...and wanted it.

My angst at home was through the roof and, once again, I self-medicated with bourbon. As the hours slipped away, I decided to venture out to the darkened patio once again and smoke a joint and look for any signs from his apartment. It wasn't long before I saw the lights go on as I got comfortably numb. I heard the music start and the lights dimmed but, beyond that, I had no clue as to what was going on up there. My vivid imagination was on fire and I had a raging hard-on. After awhile, the sliding door to his balcony opened and out stepped my wife looking absolutely ravishing. She leaned on the railing with a glass of wine in one hand and a joint in the other. She took deep draws on that fattie and looked blissful. Then Ron stepped out and hugged her from behind as he took the joint from Liz and took a deep draw himself. My stomach started aching as their intimacy was more than evident. They kissed softly again as he ran his hand up and down her backside. He excused himself and went inside. Soon the apartment grew dark and once again, Ron emerged, naked. I gulped as I could see his monster shaft swinging in the air even from my vantage point. He approached Liz from behind again and started unzipping her dress. A bit startled, she turned, but Ron persuaded her to again face the railing. Then her beautiful dress slipped to the floor and she was standing in the cool night air in only her bra, panties, and high heels. He started kissing her behind her ears, and slipped his fingers into her more than willing pussy. Her reaction was evident. Her moans wafted down to my anxious ears. She reached behind her to fondle his cock. It was huge even from my vantage point. She guided him into her dripping cunt. He slowly entered her gaining more depth with each plunge wetting him with her juices. Liz gripped the railing as he started fucking her from behind in earnest. Their passion for each other grew as his cock filled her completely. Her stifled moans only grew louder as control left her. Suddenly, he pulled out and stood back. She turned and gazed at him questioning his intent. He extended his hand and they disappeared into his man cave, the sliding doors closing behind them.

[bewareoflizzy]

I was frantic, at what I had already witnessed and what I knew was to follow inside his penthouse apartment. The windows in his bedroom were open and soon candles were flickering and music continued wafting to the outdoors. The silence otherwise was killing me...until the sounds of passion started. Her moans steadily increased until I could hear her pleas distinctly. She was begging him to fuck her...make her his...make her scream.

She would eventually relate the events of that night thus...

"We were pretty drunk when we arrived at his place. He immediately lit up a joint and poured us both a glass of wine. I was swooning from the wine and wanting him to fuck me so bad. He stripped me of my dress on the balcony and we started making love right out in the open. One of his neighbors could have walked out and seen us, but at that point I didn't even care. I was as horny as I've ever been. We left the dress out on the balcony and I walked into his bedroom in just my panties, bra, and high heels. It was all so dreamy at this point. He kind of threw me down on his bed and asked if I wanted him to continue fucking me. I said 'yes, yes, please'. He told me to beg, so I did. He told me to show him my pussy, so I did. He told me to play with myself, so I did. He knelt down and started licking me and Oh, my God, it felt so good. He got me so close to an orgasm and abruptly stopped. I begged him to continue. He hovered above me on his big bed and demanded that I never tease him again. I promised him I never would again and begged him yet again to fuck me. His cock teased my lips and clitoris and only made me wetter. I gripped his buttocks and slowly pulled him into me and gave out a scream as he stretched me beyond comprehension. His cock is so perfect inside of me, baby. I forgot how good it can be with the right lover. He started fucking me slowly and teasing me endlessly. It was so good! I gasped as he started plunging deep inside of me. We became lovers right then as he made love to me for probably an hour. I came numerous times as he twisted me into every position all over his king bed. I begged him to cum inside of me. I told him I wanted his young sperm inside of me. I held on for dear life as he pounded me in missionary until he exploded his cream in my love canal".

"We laid there exhausted for awhile. I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up and came back to see him snoozing peacefully. I decided to lie there with him for a few minutes then go home. I laid my head on his chest and softly caressed his chest. My eyes were fixated on his beautiful cock, however. Still red from our lovemaking, it laid flat on his belly, still oozing drops of semen. Thick and, even flaccid, impressive as hell. I scooped a droplet of his seed with my finger and tasted him once again. There was something intoxicating about his taste. I softly ran my finger over the head of his phallus as the drops continued to ooze from his slit. I wanted more so I kept catching it with my finger and depositing the creamy substance on my tongue. Each time increased my desire for more. Soon, I was caressing his head and shaft until I started to get a reaction. He woke in a bit of a groggy fashion but I shushed him and told him to relax. My fingers stroked his shaft and I rubbed any secretions over the head of his growing cock. I moved down and engulfed his crown with my warm mouth and lubricated him. He started to moan as my talented mouth gave him pleasure. His cock awakened to it's glorious former length and girth. I silently rose and straddled him and guided him into my well used pussy once again. I rose and rode him deliciously. He was in heaven and so was I as we made love again. This younger man had taken my pussy and my mind as well. Our hands entwined as I made love to him, controlling the tempo and pace".

'This is what you get with an older, experienced woman', I teased him.

'Now make me cum again, my younger lover'. He did...and did again...and did again, until he shot his load inside of me one more time. I collapsed on top of him, got up, dressed, and came downstairs to you".

[Open2it]

Incredibly erotic story including wine, weed, and a special wild woman!

[mrred22]

This is a truly intoxicating story!! Wow!!!

[bewareoflizzy]

The site for the Christmas party was finally decided by the committee and mostly on the recommendation of Liz and her partner in crime. The winner was an elegant restaurant with an adjoining bar and live band. Liz prepped for the big night and I could sense her excitement about the social event. I was almost reluctant to go along as I knew people would be watching Liz and Ron for any interaction to confirm the rumors. Well, their nosy suspicions were more than confirmed. We sat at a table of 8 with Ron sitting on the other side of Elizabeth. She exuded the sexuality and sensuality that few besides me have witnessed. Dressed to the nines in a shimmering, tight-fitting silver gown, her hair in a sexy up-do, her face dazzling, she moved easily among the crowd chatting with people and making sure everyone was having a good time. I hung out near the bar and chatted with a few folks I knew while keeping an eye on my wayward wife. Ron was doing the same, but I noticed, inexorably closer to Liz. Her glances toward his whereabouts was telling to an observant eye. We sat down for dinner and after some small talk with me, she turned her attention to the man on her left. They fell into a rather private conversation that I could not hear over the music. Sure enough, others at the table noticed and some gave me a look of disdain. I hit the Jack Daniels. She kept touching his arm as they conversed and consumed their wine. Dancing followed dinner and I enlisted my wife to dance with me. She kept asking me if I was having a good time and I assured her I was. After a long string of dances we returned to our table. Barely had we sat down when Ron asked Liz to dance. Without even glancing at me she jumped up from her seat. They were in the middle of the crowd on the dance floor but I had a good view. The fast dances had them swinging and lively as they meshed nicely. Then the lights dimmed and the music drifted to a slow, sultry pace. They immediately embraced unembarrassed by the crowd around them. The wine had flowed at our table and I could detect Liz's inhibitions disappearing. This young hunk was slow dancing with my wife and holding her like she were his girlfriend. My stomach started to flip flop and I felt a familiar stirring in my dress trousers. Finally, the dance ended and they returned to our table and I could see the flushed look on Liz's face. She gave me an innocent smile and asked if we could go to the lounge after the party ended. I agreed knowing what would transpire.

We eventually moved to the lounge and surprise, surprise the 3 of us were the only ones from the party as everyone else bolted for home. We ordered drinks and I made small talk with Ron while Liz went to the ladies room to freshen up. She returned looking more stunning than ever and still flushed. Ron didn't waste any time and asked Liz to dance as she took her first sip of wine. She once again rose without even a glance toward her hubby. This was younger, hipper crowd and the band was rocking. They moved easily together and started getting more risque on the dance floor. Liz backed into his arms and they started grinding on each other. Her hands slipped down to his thighs as she bucked into his groin area. He lowered his head and started kissing her ear. Liz closed her eyes and felt his cock pressing against her behind. Their interaction became uninhibited and blatant. I was embarrassed but rock hard at the same time. Finally, they came back to the table and Liz said it was time to go home.

We arrived home about 1 in the morning but Lizzy was wired and talkative. As I headed for bed she subtly said she wanted to check with Ron on the evening events. She was out the door in a flash and didn't return for 2 hours. She slipped under the covers and whispered in my ear that she had invited Ron for dinner at our apartment for New Year's Eve. My heart pounded and I struggled to fall asleep.

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I tried to keep my poise during the week leading up to our NYE soiree. Liz continued to act like it was all innocent, continuing our mind game where each knew what was taking place but neither wanting to blow the secret. We had too much experience in this lifestyle to be disillusioned but for some reason Liz wanted to play pretend, maybe increasing the sexual tension between us. The meal, champagne, lighting, table settings were all planned meticulously as was Liz's attire. A red skirt with black silk blouse, black stockings, and black stiletto heels. She spent most of the day prepping herself and the planned meal. Ron arrived promptly at 8 p.m. as I was opening the first bottle of champagne. I poured both of us a flute and we toasted the impending New Year. The bedroom door opened and out stepped a vision in the form of my very sexual wife. Stunning to the point of doll-like perfection, she outdid herself in dress, hairstyle, make-up, and demeanor. She smiled at our complements and gave Ron a hug and kiss. We sat down to candlelight dinner and the wine flowed easily. Our stereo filled the room with soft, sultry music (that Liz had picked out). A nice glow overtook our dining/ living area and dinner was very satisfying. As the clock moved towards 11 p.m., we decided to move to the sectional sofa. Liz sat between us and kept the conversation going as we watched the countdown on the mute TV.

I wasn't sure of what to expect but figured it would be a kiss at midnight and Ron would be on his way. I was feeling very horny and Liz's body language was driving me crazy. Without any reservations, Liz had a very different idea on how this New Year's Eve was going to go down. About 11:30 she asks if we want to smoke pot. I was shocked as I know how she gets when stoned. It's hard to describe her sexual response when under the influence of the ganja. She gave me a devious smile as I nodded and she made for the closet. She rolled a fat dooby and Ron expertly lit it up as Liz held it to her lips with red painted nails.

A couple of tokes in, I started to feel it strongly. My heart started pounding not knowing what was going to happen. Liz was slowly moving closer to Ron as they passed the joint back and forth after I declined anymore. Their conversation grew more intimate and private. The seconds drew down to midnight and as the clock struck midnight my beautiful wife turned to me and gave me a passionate lip lock, Then, she gave me the look that I'll never forget. It was defiant, confident, flagrant notice that she was going to do whatever the hell she wanted and I had nothing to say in the matter. She then turned to Ron, wrapped her arms around his neck, and started making out with this young stud right in front of me. They continued for a full minute before parting lips. Liz got up and asked me to dance with her. Her eyes were piercing and dream-like at the same time. We danced slowly and sensuously as Ron watched from the couch. Just as I thought I was about to get lucky Liz stepped back and asked if I would mind if she danced with our guest. I graciously agreed and took my place on the couch. They once again glided together and fell into an undeniable lover's embrace. The effect of the pot had them less inhibited than in the lounge after the Christmas party. The room took on an erotic tone with the music influencing the movements of the couple in front of me. Their silhouette shone in the candlelight in the otherwise dark room. His hands slid down over her tight skirt and started massaging her buttock cheeks. Liz reacted with another passionate kiss while pressing herself against his groin. I gulped as the scene unfolded before me and I got a sick feeling as to what might be happening. Their dance reduced to swaying back and forth while their bodies pressed against each other exuding arousal and desire. Liz let out a faint moan as he pulled on her buttock cheeks and moved her mound into his package area. His bulge was obvious and Liz was gripping him tightly as he tantalized her with his turgid tool.

Liz whispered something in his ear and he nodded. She instructed him to go into our bedroom and she would be right in. She sat down beside me as he disappeared down the hallway. Undaunted by the surprised look on my face, she said she wanted to thank Ron for coming for dinner and she would be in the bedroom for awhile. Whether I wanted to come in after a fashion and watch was up to me. This came as a shock on both counts and I sat there in stunned silence as she, too, disappeared. The door to our bedroom was open and candlelight flickered from the doorway. After about 10 minutes I started hearing giggling and sexy talk. I got up and went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I emerged, grabbed my full wine glass, took a deep breath, and started slowly down the hallway

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[bewareoflizzy]

Our bedroom hallway is lined with mirrored closets. About halfway down the darkened passage I stopped dead in my tracks. The reflection in the mirror showed my wife naked and stroking the huge cock attached to this equally naked young stud. They could not have been more comfortable with each other and I drew back and held my breath. She lay by his side with her bottle of baby oil and continued to anoint his ever glistening penis. She flashed smiles at him and he gazed at her approvingly. The pot had them in a sensuous zone and her hand lavished oil and desire all over his cock, balls, and groin area. He lay back on my pillows with his hands clasped behind his head like a Saudi prince with one of his concubines. His body was obviously the object of my wife's lust and she made it obvious with her ministrations. I cleared my throat and entered the bedroom area. Liz just gave me a happy look and continued her hand job. He was oblivious to my presence. I took a seat on the carpet and sipped my wine as they started to kiss. Her body showed hunger for him and her hand had him hard as a rock. She looked into his eyes for a second then slowly moved down to his abdomen. Her head rested on his stomach for a minute and watched his cock turn a dark scarlet color. Soon she was enveloping his shaft with her mouth and devouring him orally. Her talent and technique for fellatio is incredible, particularly when stoned. She knows how to make love to a cock she desires. He closed his eyes and moaned a bit and this only encouraged her to increase her passionate blow job. She stopped and asked him if she could mount him. He nodded his approval and she eagerly rose and straddled his torso. Her manicured, well-oiled hand reached for his manhood and led it to her opening. She rubbed it up and down her slit until her lubricated lips coated his head with pussy juices and started taking him inside. His thick, very long cock slowly entered her as she gasped with each intruding inch. My stomach did flips as she lowered herself until she had taken all of him. They fell into an obviously familiar rhythm of Liz taking him as deep as possible and he thrusting to increase her pleasure. The moans started emanating from my dear wife as she rode his cock for all he was worth. Her mouth lowered and found his tongue waiting for her. They embraced like only lovers can. Her hips thrust and pistoned with an intensity I had never witnessed until now. Lost in her blissful state, the orgasms started coming one after another. His stamina was effortless. They fucked for at least an hour with him flipping her over and taking her savagely in the missionary position emptying his seed deep inside . She begged for more. I had never seen such raw sexual energy from my wife before.

I finished my wine and with Liz encouraging another erection from her lover, I collapsed on the living room couch satiated with my voyeur fantasy satisfied. By sunrise my darling wife was stirring me, her lover gone, telling me to come to bed.

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