My wife has always had a thing for younger guys. More specifically she loves a young stud with long flowing hair, although she won’t admit it outright! We went out one night to a bar that is right across the street from hotel row, which means it’s sometimes frequented by travelers, businessmen, and firefighters during fire season. Mrs. Shasta wore a short little skirt, which had a tulle material on the bottom half, that is slightly see-through in the right light. I know this because when we were on the dance floor that night I could see into her thigh gap, which featured her nice little mound and a clitoral hood piercing. Her top was white, tight, and thin, allowing for a peek at her beautiful perfectly sized pierced nipples for all to see. Mrs. Shasta had sexy black knee-high boots that allowed for just enough skin between the tops and her skirt bottom to tease with her perfectly shaped and toned sexy legs.
Mrs. Shasta is the ultimate cougar, absolutely drop-dead sexy gorgeous!! Any room we walk into, she immediately draws all wanting eyes onto her. And I FUCKING love it! She could literally take her pick, although she’s so humble that she would never admit it. Mrs. Shasta has a confidence about her that demands attention, and her perfect little ass wiggles side to side in the sexiest way when she walks. Needless to say, every guy, and even some girls, we’re wanting! Did I mention that I absolutely LOVE watching this? My favorite is watching her from across the bar as she flirts, gets eye-fucked, returns said eye-fucks, and gets picked up on. Ultimately, I want to see her one day get frisky with a youthful stud, felt up, make out, and maybe finger fucked right there in the bar where I can see and know what’s going on. Perhaps one day.
This night, Mrs. Shasta decided to wear panties, which is a rarity for her, no matter how short the skirt. What would almost happen with those panties, later, made their brief appearance on the night well worth it. I was sitting at the bar, close enough that Mrs. Shasta and I could converse a bit, but far enough away so people wouldn’t assume we were together. That’s when a youthful long haired guy walked in and stood at the end of the bar with a direct view of the love of my life. I could see them exchanging looks right away and he made it clear he was interested. I could tell by Mrs. Shasta’s sudden bit of nervousness and the tone of her voice that she, too, was interested. This would be her guy. They continued to exchange smiles and I watched her give him continuous sexy intentional looks as well. As I sat there, I got to listen to her tell me all about how his eyes were fixed on her and he wouldn’t stop. I could see that she wasn’t going to stop, either.
The youngster moved his seat over to an area behind and at an angle to us but perfectly positioned for him and Mrs. Shasta to view each other. I was in between and just aside from her line of sight. At that moment, Mrs. Shasta turned toward me as if to talk, which gave a perfect angle for the young buck to see up her skirt. I noticed that Mrs. Shasta did not cross her legs, but left a slight part to facilitate the ease of his view of her lacy, white, see-through panties. At this point, any lucky guy would normally be staring right at her tidy little pussy lips, but not tonight.
Mrs. Shasta gave me the play-by-play as she completely eye-fucked her lucky boo right over my shoulder and right past my face. As I was in a good enough position to see up her skirt too, I covertly said to her, “You’re totally eye-fucking him right over my shoulder!” I can’t say it enough that I fucking loved it. I could see by the horny sparkle on her face that she was enjoying the attention, too.
Mrs. Shasta, although having some hotwife experience, is still very shy and sometimes hesitant about moving things along. She asked me what she should do. I told her to go out into the parking lot and give him the “come fuck me” look as she walked by. I told her she should see if she could get fucked right there in the parking lot. I hoped she would! With very little hesitation, and with her heart pounding, she did exactly that. I could see the chosen one staring right at her eyes and smiling an “I want to fuck you” smile, as she walked by. I could see Mrs. Shasta was doing the same. My heart was absolutely pounding and my hard-on was absolute rock watching this unfold!
After a short, but little too long while, he got up and left the bar room after her. By this time, she was walking back in, and they stopped and spoke in the hallway. She learned that he was just staying overnight at the hotel across the street. She also learned, in the short conversation, that he was just in town for work. Their conversation was brief but only added to the sexual tension between them as they both went back to their seats. Mrs. Shasta continued her “come fuck me” stares right in front of me and continued to allow his view of her beautiful see-through, lacy panties.
After a while of more eye fucking, she asked what to do now; that’s when I gave her a challenge. I told her to walk by him once more, descend into the bathroom, remove her panties, and, when she returned, hand them to him crumpled up and whisper in his ear real sexy like, “Maybe this will help clear your view.”
She was hesitant to agree with this until I dared her. She got right up with the intention to do exactly that. This time, as she passed by, he immediately followed. For this reason alone, she was unable to complete this task, but this will be saved for a future Hotwife night for sure!
They returned to the bar a short while later and went out onto the patio area together, where they would flirt and keep their conversation afloat above the extreme sexual tension. At this point, I went to my truck to wait and see what would transpire. Mrs. Shasta and I kept in text contact here and there and I let her know that I hoped to see them make out when they came outside.
She texted a short while later to tell me they were heading to his room. I saw them cross the street in his truck and park. I was able to see them walking into the hotel together and damn was I about to explode!
After a while, I got the text that she was ready. I found her in the parking lot with her sexy just fucked hair waiting to get into my truck. When she got in, I immediately lifted her skirt to tasted her freshly fucked pussy, and, fuck, did it taste amazing! We drove home as I pried every bit of details from her about the encounter. She admitted that he wasn’t a very good fuck, but the chain of events leading up to this was the real sex! When we got home we fucked like crazy, and I couldn’t stop going down on her, tasting her deliciously fucked mound.
The real excitement is knowing this girl is my best friend. We share everything together, keep no secrets, have no jealousy, and have grown the most amazing bond in all aspects of life! I hate lying, and it’s extremely sexy knowing she would never do so, nor ever have a reason to. In return, I have shared things with her that I never thought I would tell anyone, and she to m.! I really am the luckiest guy in the world. Who wants to be next?
