Stuck in a rut, Charlie’s twenty-year marriage to Tom seemed to be getting more and more boring by the day. She truly loved her husband, but all he was married to was his job and golf! Their sex life, (when it happened), was fantastic. It had always been erotic, fun, and exciting even sometimes kinky, but they knew their limits.
Thinking of the sex in their younger days, they would have it anywhere they could. All over the house, in the garden, in the swimming pool, and on the balcony whilst on holiday, and even at a family bbq up against the garage wall. They didn’t care that they could get caught. Yes, she smiled to herself it was fucking hot back in the day.
She looked at him, as they sat as they usually do after eating dinner. Hardly talking, and in no time at all he’d be snoring away.
Charlie still fancied him, He still gave her butterflies when she looked at him, but sometimes that wasn’t enough. Tom was still very handsome, tall, dark, and muscular in places, which complimented his “Dad Bod” creeping in. Charlie, however, after childbirth and the dreaded menopause looming wasn’t as confident in how she looked.
Blonde, shoulder-length hair, big blue eyes, and a bit more curvier than she would have liked. However, she had great flawless skin and was told by everyone that she didn’t look anywhere near the forty-seven years young she was. Still, at least she had the big bouncy tits she had when she was younger. Which often got noticed on nights out.
Laughing to herself again, as her girlfriends all call her “The ultimate milf.” Yes she did seem to enjoy the younger male attention on nights out. Well, who didn’t? It was flattering to be found attractive by someone else.
Charlie looked at her watch and yawned, it was late and she was tired after the gym. She kissed Tom on the forehead and whispered she was going to bed, he stirred but didn’t wake. Sighing to herself, she looked at him again, another night alone in bed while he sleeps on the setee, when did their relationship get so boring? Whilst climbing into bed her phone pinged. Thinking it was the youngest of the two sons saying he was staying out. She looked at the message from a number she didn’t recognise.
A dick pic !!! Even though not knowing who was the owner, she couldn’t help being fixated on his young, tall, tanned, muscular body and his absolutely massive, hard cock enveloped in his strong hand. She didn’t really focus on his face, well who would?!!
Another message pinged through. “You like? Just say the word, and it’s all yours.”
Charlie should have deleted the message but she couldn’t. She just kept staring at the image in front of her.
She could feel herself flushing, becoming warm, wet, and turned on to fuck. Hesitating in whether to press send “Who are you?” she replied.
“It’s Cal. We met tonight at the gym in the steam room, I was with Jake.”
Jake is a friend of her eldest sons, but she had never met Cal until tonight. She remembered secretly checking him out and liking what she saw. Only she never imagined how fine his long bulging cock would look until now,
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Cal said. “It’s crazy, I’ve even masturbated over you.”
“You don’t know me,” Charlie replied. “I’m old enough to be your mum, and seriously, I’m way out of your league.”
She knew she shouldn’t be entertaining this conversation. She should just turn her phone off or ignore the messages, but she couldn’t.
“I’d like to get to know you,” Cal replied quickly. “And yes, you are in my league, I know what I like and I like you.”
Another three dots … Cal continued to type.
“I’m hard again just thinking about your curves. Your amazing tits. Your eyes, and your fuckable mouth.”
“Fuck that Jake being there,” he added. “I’d of made my move then and licked your pussy till you were begging me to fuck you.”
Charlie closed her eyes. She felt like Cal was with her, whispering those words in her ear. Not reading them.
Another message soon followed. “I know it’s late, I’ll message you tomorrow, think of me tonight, won’t you?” followed by a couple of cheeky emojis, and he was gone.
“FUCK !!!! WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?” Charlie glared at her phone.
She had a disappointing reality check. Feeling guilty, she threw her phone on its charging station and turned over to go to sleep.
Only she couldn’t ….
Her long perfectly manicured fire engine red fingernails explored her own breasts, teasing her large erect nipples and flushed soft skin. She slid her hands down her body towards her clit which was swollen, wet, and ready. She touched herself whilst thinking of Cal taking her in the steam room over and over again. Kissing her. Licking her. Fucking her. Her fingers worked deeper and faster until she reached the end, squirming all over the bed. Her orgasm was explosive and left her panting and hot.
She then fell into a slumber, for the first time in a long time. A just fucked sleep.
The next morning, Cal had texted before Charlie had even woke up,
“Did you dream of me last night?” Not waiting for a reply, he added “I did. I dreamt I was fucking you senseless then emptied myself in you until you were screaming out my name. Then, I licked all my cum out of your pussy till you cum again. Fuck, I’d love that to be a reality soon and not a dream anymore.”
When Charlie read that message, it made her pussy ache for him even more. As raw and as detailed as it was, it turned her on so much. She grabbed her new sex toy from her bedside drawer, her pussy was slick and wet already from thinking of Cal’s words on what he wanted to do to her.
He was all she could think about whilst reaching her orgasm, the most longest, loudest, and powerful one yet which left her visibly shaking. “Fuck what the hell’s got into me?” she questioned herself afterward, once she caught her breath.
Charlie hesitated but replied anyway. She told him about what she got up to the night before and again this morning.
“Holy fuck that’s so hot,” he answered back. “That’s so good to hear that. I’ve got a hard-on again just thinking about you touching yourself over me. You are a dirty girl, I love it.”
She felt like she did in her early twenties again, She loved sex, dirty, hot, sex.
She heard nothing from him for the rest of the day but all her thoughts were of him. He was all she could think about. She could kick herself for for letting him take a place in her head but it made her feel wanted and sexy. She burned inside wanting him. Wanting his touch. Wanting his tongue. Wanting his cock inside her.
The more she thought about it, the more turned on she felt that he was the younger guy and she was becoming the ultimate milf.
To be continued …
