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(This is my first time writing erotic lit. Comments and suggestions would be much appreciated.)

Rick could hardly believe his luck. His entire life, he had been obsessed with the idea of being with an older woman. He fantasized constantly, admiring teachers, women on the street, and even a few of his friends’ mothers. Of course, none of these fantasies had ever amounted to anything. How was he supposed to come on to a teacher or even a friend’s mother? There was no chance. That was the case up until now.
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She has been a hotwife for about a year now, but mostly we have only played with couples or single men met through the internet. Most recently she has been pretty regular with one man whom she fucks and sucks one or twice a week (and the occasional MFM with me). She has never been into the flashing, or obvious flirting and teasing – until now that is. Last Friday evening at a 4th of July party she started what may become a fun, new trend.

The party was hosted by a guy I worked with over 10 years ago. We kept in touch and he invited us over to his house for a cookout. Jennifer grabbed a large bottle of her favorite wine and we headed over. The party started at 4pm, and by 6pm she had probably 2-3 plastic cups of wine in her and had a gentle buzz going. While hanging out in the kitchen, one of my friend’s neighbors, Sam, was making strawberry daiquiris. Jen and I started talking with him and he made a rather potent one for Jen. The talking started turning sexual (as drinking talk usually does), and Jen admitted she has a pierced belly button. For the record, Jen is 5′3″, 115#, and brunette, with a 34B. She keeps her pussy in a landing strip style with the area around her lips waxed smooth. She was wearing a form fitting t-shirt dress with no bra (showing her nipples), and a flag thong for 4th of July.
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The room is filled with quiet warmth, dim light casting shadows on the walls. The music is soft, Frank Sinatra unless I’m mistaken. But I barely pay attention to the tune as we dance. Hand in hand we slowly circle. I fight to keep my hand from shaking as it rests lightly against your hip, held away from your skin only by the thin fabric of your pants. The skin of your hand is so soft against mine and I long to pull you to me, hold you close.

I’m conscious of the awkwardness of the moment. But dinner had been delicious, our conversation wonderful and inspiring. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that you saw me only as a child, that our age difference was something that concerned you. But I see you only as a beautiful woman, sexy and intelligent, and I can’t help but want you. And you took pity on me and agreed to dance.
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Some people think that, when you get past the age of 40, your sex life slows down. Well, that was certainly not the case with Bernice and me. My wife has always been an outrageous flirt, but until just after her 45th birthday, I didn’t really know how far she’d go - boy, did I ever find out!

“You really want me to do that?” asked my wife, Bernie.

“Oh, god, honey, you’ll never know how much. I’ve wanted it for such a long time, I think since the first day we met, but I’ve never had the courage to ask either you or George before now! What do you say? Will you do it?”
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When I was in high school, my best friend had a mom that every one of my friends drooled over. She was in her late 30’s and was very attractive. She had blonde hair blue eyes and a huge set of tits. I had gone through her underwear drawer one time to find out that they were a D-cup. Most moms get heavy at this age but not her. She was never married and had no excuse to lie around and get fat. Being a doctor she kept very busy and ate very healthy. She raised Mike and his younger sister very successfully with the help of her parents.
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I started going with Alice in our first year of college and we married eight years later. Alice was a wild girl in her younger years.

The first time I saw her was in a pub, and she was flashing her tits all over the place along with a few of her girl friends. I was a horny guy and loved the sight of her tits so I started to hang around with her group. The group did a lot of flashing whenever they had a few drinks in them. I figured she would be a good, easy piece of ass, but it took me eighteen months to get into her pants. Just because she showed her tits didn’t mean she was giving any free ass away. I found this out after a month of trying.
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I was surprised to find that a full week after I seduced, shaved, and fucked Rita Clay I was still very interested in her. She was different from the women I usually took to my bed. Maybe it was the fact that she was old enough to be my mother. Maybe I just loathed her scumbag husband so much that screwing his sexy wife added that additional spice. Or maybe it was Rita herself, who was absolutely delicious in the sack and merited much additional study.

A week later and I was lying in bed when the phone rang. I leaned over and answered it and heard Rita’s excited voice say, “He’s gone, he left on his trip. Do you still want to go?”
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Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story.

Magdalena Boman was a very beautiful girl and most young men in our small town in Scandinavia regarded her as “belle de town.” Even she knew that very well and didn’t show much interest to those many local “trophy hunters” who did their more or less clever attempts to get into her panties. There was a rumor that a gang of brats had staked a nice price to the winner in their secret competition to be the first to get her. Thanks to the rumor she avoided all connection with all those who could be involved in that crap, which was of a great advantage to the average guys in town.
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