“I’m so, so sorry, the traffic was just terrible. I’m sorry, have you been waiting long?”

The agitated middle-aged redhead parked a large handbag on the chair opposite me and looked apologetic.

I smiled and laughed, “It’s fine; don’t worry; please don’t worry about it.”

“I am sorry, the traffic…” I shook my head, smiling, “Please don’t worry. I’m just glad you made it. Sit down and relax; I’ll get us some coffees.”

“Thank you.” She took a breath and shook out her auburn hair and ran her fingers through it, trying to tame the rogue strands.

I reached for my wallet. “What can I get you?”

At the counter, I ordered a caramel latte for her and an ordinary one for me. I watched her from across the room. Her name was ‘B’. She had removed her coat and was settled down. She turned around and caught me looking; I smiled and waved stupidly, and she smiled nervously back. It was the first time we’d met. We’d both wanted a social meet first, and circumstances had dictated it was in a Costa coffee on a damp high street in a grim north Kent town.

The venue wasn’t glamorous, but she certainly was. I brought over the coffees and sat down opposite her. She was impeccably sexy. In her late forties, she had a shoulder-length bob of gorgeous auburn hair. Her nose was aquiline, and her face lined, especially around the eyes and corners of her mouth. Her big eyes had a naughty glint, and when she grinned, her wide mouth flashed white teeth.

B was a married woman. Happily married. She and her husband were into the hotwife lifestyle. We had made contact on a swingers’ website a couple of weeks ago and been messaging each other since. We’d flirted online, and I had suggested we get together in person. A daytime coffee and, if we hit it off, who knows...

I was amazed she wanted to meet up; she was way out of my league. That fact was reinforced as I looked at her across the table. B was a stunning MILF. She was carefully made up with red lipstick and a big smile. She had big, green, flirty eyes and long eyelashes. She was dressed casually but sexily. Tight jeans showed off her apple-bottom arse and knee-high brown leather boots. She wore a big cream wool jumper with a roll neck that hinted at sensational boobs beneath.

We chatted. I made her laugh. I’m not sure how, but it worked, and we laughed a lot. We talked about a range of everyday things, carefully avoiding the elephant in the room until she blurted out, “So, you like older married women?”

She took me by surprise as she knew she would.

I laughed nervously, “A bit older, yes. I like confident, sexy women who know what they want.”

It was cliché, but it was true.

“Married? I’m not so sure,” I hesitated.

I’d been with ladies older than B, but I’d never been part of a hot wife situation. The idea that B had a husband who was fully aware she was on the prowl and was actively encouraging it – getting off on it – was a bit of an alien concept. It seemed too good to be true.

“Have you been doing this long?” I asked.

“Oh, not long really, a couple of years, I suppose. Before that, we just dabbled. It’s been easier with our son a bit older and out of the house more.”

I smiled and nodded, “And your husband? He knows you’re meeting me here now?”

“Oh yes, sometimes he likes to come, but he’s at work this morning.”

Thank God he hadn’t come! It was daunting enough meeting B and trying to get into her knickers, never mind meeting her husband as well.

“He’ll want to know all the details,” she explained. “When I get home, I tell all about what I’ve been up to.”

I raised an eyebrow, and she chuckled.

“Oh wow. And I bet you've had some adventures to tell him. My heart was really pounding now.

She laughed and ran her fingers through her hair. She glanced about conspiratorially and leaned across the table.

“I am very naughty,” she giggled. “I do like to do lots of naughty things with people who aren’t my husband.”

I was grinning, “Oh, I bet you do. I can tell you’re definitely a naughty girl. What sort of things do you tell your husband you’ve been up to?”

She teased a slender finger around the rim of her coffee cup and looked at me with big green eyes. In a low voice, she listed her hotwife exploits: threesomes, foursomes, bum fun, big black cock, and playing with girls. My mind was well and truly blown. I really thought I had bitten off more than I could chew.

I shook my head. “It sounds like you’d eat me alive!”

She laughed and fluttered her eyelashes. “You’ll just have to find out...”

We decided to take this back to hers to get to know each other a little better. I followed her, shaking with nerves and excitement.

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Her house was a pleasant suburban semi. Outside, I tried not to glance about shiftily, but, in my mind, I imagined all the curtains in the neighbouring houses twitching. Were the neighbours used to bringing home random men in the middle of the day?

Inside she took my coat and showed me to the living room.

“Can I get you a drink?” B asked.

“A tea would be great, thanks.

“Of course, I love a cuppa too, actually. Make yourself at home,” she said and left to busy herself in the kitchen.

Minutes later, B returned with two steaming mugs and placed them on the coffee table. I’d made myself comfy on a big couch. She took a seat next to me, her thigh pressing against mine. She straightened her jumper, emphasising the plump tits beneath.

She grinned nervously. I grinned back. The sexual tension was rising. I tried to think of something sexy to say. Before I could do so, she leaned towards me, and our lips instinctively connected. Her lips were soft. She put her arms around my neck and slowly, tenderly kissed me. My heart was pounding and my hand shaking as I cupped her cheek.

When our lips parted, we giggled.

“Well, that was hot!” I said.

“Mmmm, very hot and naughty,” B agreed.

I took her chin and kissed her again.

We kissed hungrily, tongues deep in each other’s mouths. B pressed her curvy body against me. She hooked a leg across mine, locking me in a firm embrace. I grasped her thick thigh. As we snogged, my hand moved to her waist, then up the soft wool of her jumper to her breasts. I cupped one gently, and she let out a little moan, hot breath blowing into my mouth. I groped harder, squeezing her boob through the fabric. Detaching her mouth from mine, she wiggled to loosen the jumper and hauled it over her head. Beneath was a vivid blue bra with lace cups and cute little bows. It pushed up her mouthwatering boobs.

“What do you think?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Perfect,” I said.

B teased her boobs with the tips of her slender, manicured fingers, pretty pink nail polish. I firmly squeezed each one in turn. She moaned quietly as I traced the outline of her erect nipple through the lacy material.

My cock was solid and bulging; I had to adjust my trousers to relieve the strain. B took that as an invitation to run her hand across my crotch. I gasped, and my dick twitched at her touch.

“Ooohh mmmm,” she murmured.

I played with B’s boobs, squeezing and circling the nipples with my fingers. She continued to slide her hand over my bulge, her light touch becoming firmer until she was rubbing my throbbing member through my trousers.

“I think we need to get him out,” B whispered.

She helped with my zip and tugged down my trousers and pants in one go. My cock sprang out.

B gave a cheeky smile. “He’s very nice.”

She began to trace the length with her fingers before taking firm hold. She stroked me slowly and deliberately, all the while looking me in my eyes with a big grin. She was just incredible.

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

I closed my eyes in disbelief while this cougar wanked me. She leaned forward and put my penis in her mouth. Slowly, her lips wrapped the whole length and unhurriedly sucked from the tip to the base of the shaft and back up. Her lips lingered on my bellend while I squirmed in pleasure.

I swept her long red hair aside so I could see her beautiful face, her mouth full of cock. Her lips slide up and down while she sucked powerfully. It felt so good. As B sucked, I ran my hands all over her body, feeling her bare arms, her soft hair, reaching for her lovely tits.

“This is so naughty,” she said between mouthfuls. “My husband is going to love it when I tell him I’ve been sucking your cock.”

I laughed, “Does he like it when you suck another man’s cock?”

She chuckled, “He does; I’m going to tell him all about it; it’ll make him sooo horny.”

“I bet you’ll have to suck his cock too when you tell him. He’ll have to imagine me in your hot mouth.

“Like this?” B took me down her throat, her lips wrapping around the base of my shaft until she gagged and spluttered for breath.

B laughed and sat up straight to delicately wipe the spittle from her chin and the corners of her mouth. I gently moved stray strands of hair from her face.

“Let’s get these jeans off, shall we?” I asked.

B grinned and whispered in my ear, “Actually, I’ve got a sexy surprise for you.”

“Oh really?” I enquired.

“Yes. You have to stay here and promise not to move. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

She got off the couch and left the room. I heard her go upstairs.

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I sat there with my trousers round my ankles wondering what the surprise might be. After a while, I started to pace the lounge nervously.

“Don’t go anywhere! I’m nearly ready!” B shouted down the stairs.

“I can’t wait!” I shouted back.

Moments later, I heard her on the stairs.

When she entered the lounge, she had lost the jeans. Instead, she was outfitted in very saucy lingerie. All blue like her bra, she wore a suspender belt strapped to sheer thigh-high stockings, sleek with lacy tops. The suspender belt covered her cute, sagging mum tum. Underneath she wore a delicate lace thong with bows that matched the bra. It left just enough to the imagination. To top it off, at the end of her fantastic, shapely legs were sophisticated black pointed-toe shoes with sexy ankle straps and stiletto heels.

B stood in the centre of the room, legs wide, hands on hips, a MILFY vixen. Her body was tanned and freckled, saggy in a few places and hot as hell. She oozed sexy confidence. B looked incredible, and she knew it.

“Ding dong! Ding fucking dong!” I exclaimed. “You look fabulous. I love that you dressed up for me.”

She beamed, “I thought you’d appreciate the stockings and the shoes.”

I laughed, “I love the stockings! I really love the shoes. They are very, very sexy. I've got a real thing for shoes.”

“You’re a bad boy! I’m glad I wore them then.”

“Turn around,” I demanded.

B flicked her hair back and twirled. Her round bum was ample. Bare-cheeked, the thong riding up her crack.

“Mmmm. Now bend over.”

“So demanding,” she sighed.

She obliged, giving her arse a cheeky little wiggle.

“I feel a bit overdressed,” I said.

“Oh, my word, yes! I think it's my turn to see some eye candy,” B cooed.

I stood up and slowly removed my t-shirt, followed by my socks, trousers, and pants. I flung them carelessly aside across this stranger's lounge. I stood in front of B, completely naked, dick rampant.

She giggled and put her hands over her mouth.

“Oh my god. How do I get myself into these situations?”

She moved towards me and gave a little kiss on the lips. At the same time, she took my cock in her hand and started to stroke it. It pulsed in her hand.

“Very impressive,” she murmured.

“I think I need to play with those boobs again.”

“These boobs? You better sit down.”

I did at I was told, looking up as B stood over me. She pulled her boobs out of the bra cups. They were small, wide, fleshy baps, the perfect good handful. She cupped them, teasing me. I beckoned her forward with a finger. She straddled me, thrusting her boobs into my face.

I groaned and buried my face between her breasts. I nuzzled soft skin and rock-hard nipples. I kissed my way around each, teasing her nipples before using my tongue to circle and flick the erect points. She threw her head back and moaned.

For a long while I used my hands and fingers to caress and tease her hot baps. When I came up for breath, her brow was glistening with sweat.

B slid off me and got to her knees to resume sucking my cock. She licked the tip with her tongue, tasting the pre-cum that oozed out. As she pleasured me with her mouth, B used a hand to play with my balls. She then moved to sucking my balls whilst slowly wanking my cock. When she resumed sucking my cock, I watched her head bob up and down in my crotch. She looked beautiful.

I had an idea. “Would your hubby like to see you now?”

She looked up, “Yes, he loves to watch me giving a BJ. It makes him so horny.”

“Do you think he’d like a picture?” I ventured.

“Oh?” She was surprised by the question but thought for a second and then smiled, “Yes, I think he’d love that.”

“Good,” I said, “get your phone.”

She got up and rummaged in her handbag. She found it and opened up the camera.

“This is soooo naughty,” she giggled.

She handed me the phone.

“Ok,” I said. “Let’s see a pose then.”

“Oh no,” she giggled, putting her hand to her mouth in embarrassment.

“How about this?” She placed her hands on her hips and looked into the camera.

“Oh yes, that is incredible. You are a vixen!”

She tried a couple of other poses. Cupping her boobs, biting her lips, bum stuck out.

“How can your body be that gorgeous?! You’re driving me insane!”

She took a cushion from the sofa and laid it on the floor between us. She got to her hands and knees and settled between my open legs. I kept taking photos. B holding my dick, B slapping her cheek with my dick, B with my dick in her mouth, B sucking on my ballbag. God, it was incredibly hot.

“Will your husband love it?” I asked.

“Oooh yes,” she laughed.

I put the phone down and concentrated on her generous, sloppy blowjob.

When B paused sucking, I bent down, taking her chin in my hands, and kissed her passionately. My tongue enjoying her hot mouth full of my pre-cum.

I looked into her bright green eyes. “I really need to eat your hot, wet fanny.”

“Mmmm, yes please. Shall we take this to the bedroom?” she asked.

“Definitely.”

I stood up and hauled B to her feet. We looked at each other wide-eyed. I could not believe this gorgeous married woman had sucked me off. I really could not believe I was going to fuck her.

As she turned to leave, I grasped her upper arm, pulling her to me.

I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to peel those knickers off and lick you until you cum.”

“Oh my gosh,” she whimpered as I gently bit her earlobe.

B took me by the hand and led the way upstairs. Hungrily, I watched her big, sexy arse cheeks ascend the stairs ahead of me.

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Inside her neat, tidy bedroom was a large, luxurious bed, carefully made. She went to a drawer and pulled out a few condoms and a bottle of lube. On the bedside table was a photo of B and her husband. I felt a surge of excitement knowing I was taking a wedded wife in her marital bed.

She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her bra, letting her lovely baps hang free. She manoeuvred her way up the bed, and I followed, so we lay side by side. B gave a seductive flutter of her eyelashes and bit her lip. Playfully, she scored her long red fingernails from the base of my lolling cock, across my hairy belly, and around my chest.

She grinned, eyes locked on mine as our lips met again. Slowly, seductively, we kissed as her fingers ran over my chest. I propped myself up on an elbow. With the other hand, I caressed B’s smooth, supple skin. My fingers ranged from her boobs to her arse and then her warm inner thigh. I rubbed her puffy fanny lips through the damp fabric of her thong.

I took B’s waist, pulling her towards me, so that our bodies pressed together, my hard dick squeezed between us. We kissed more urgently now. My hands grasped and rubbed her boobs. B was loving the attention. She readjusted herself to thrust her rack in my face. I plunged into her cleavage, groaning in delight. I rubbed my mouth around and over the pert, plump boobies, slurping and sucking on each engorged nipple while my hands felt her smooth back and held her tight to me.

Having smothered me, she pulled back her booberous embrace, allowing me to breathe. I couldn’t wait any longer to go down on her. I pushed her gently over, so she was lying on her back. Peppering her hot, freckled body with tiny kisses, I nudged her legs apart, and I manoeuvred myself between her thick, stocking-clad thighs.

Carefully, I peeled away the blue thong. The contents of B’s pretty knickers was a creamy mess. She was nicely trimmed, with a triangle of soft strawberry-blonde curls and a few stray hairs around her perineum. I gazed up at her moist, puffy outer lips, pink inner lips poking through. Her scent was the intoxicating mixture of fanny juice and fresh sweat.

My tongue tasted her fanny lips, warm and salty. B groaned as my tongue slid over her pussy. I lapped hungrily at her lips and clit. I ate her out for a long time, my tongue licking from every angle, seeking the spots that made her moan. She grasped my hair and breathlessly uttered my name as I lashed her with my tongue and sucked her clit.

“Oh gosh, you bad boy!” B suddenly squealed and pulled my head from between her legs.

“My turn,” she demanded and bid me lie back on the bed.

B tossed her long red hair back and laughed while she clawed my chest with her pink fingernails. She carefully took my cock in her hand and, with a massive grin, fed it into her mouth. She teased the shaft and tip with her tongue, lapping up the fast-flowing pre-cum, then started to suck big, slow mouthfuls. She murmured with pleasure as my cock responded to her slurps. She really loved sucking cock.

“Babe, I want you to sit on my face,” I pleaded.

“Oh yes, sweetie! I’ll sit on your face. I’ll rub my fanny all over you while I suck your lovely willy.”

“Oh God, B, you sexy minx!” I slapped her arse, and she let out a squeak.

She undid the straps and pulled off her high heels, dropping them beside the bed. Manoeuvring herself carefully, she positioned her thighs on either side of my head, facing towards my feet. With her hands on my chest, B steadied herself, then lowered her wet foof onto my forehead and slid across my face, oozing fragrant juice. I licked her, and she started grinding her fanny down on my mouth. I parted her lips and wormed my tongue inside her.

She leaned forward, her boobs pressed against my chest, and greedily took my dick in her mouth, licking and sucking. We were in 69 heaven, alternating between enjoying our own stimulation and pleasuring the other.

Just when I had resigned myself to being suffocated by pussy. B shifted position.

“That was sooo good,” she giggled, planting a sloppy snog on my salty lips. “I’m going to ride you, sweetie.”

She swung round to straddle me cowgirl style. I reached to the bedside table for a condom. She took it from me, taking off the wrapping and using her delicate, slender fingers to apply it to my solid shaft. She was so wet; I could feel her juices oozing onto my upper legs. Her eyes wide, locked onto mine, she used her hand to guide my penis inside her. Simultaneously, we let out an involuntary moan as I entered her. Slowly, she began to move up and down, driving me deeper with each stroke until I was completely filling her.

B leaned forward, pressing her squishy tummy and soft boobs against me. I use my hand to wipe her tousled red hair away from her face and pull her face towards me. We pressed our lips tight, sharing each other’s hot breath as she humped me.

After a while, I changed the rhythm. I gripped her fantastic arse cheeks, clenched them tight, and I held her steady while I rigorously thrust into her. She screwed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth.

I pulled B off of me. I was going to take control now.

“Get on your hands and knees; I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

“Oooh, yes please,” she said with a big sexy grin.

On all fours, B presented me with her wide arse and gaping wet pussy. I stroked her silky, stockinged calves, working my hands up her legs and massaging her butt. Her body convulsed when I rubbed her cunt, using her dribbling liquid to slide my fingers around and between her lips, reaching for her engorged clit to tease it. B, moving urgently, moved her whole body back and forth as I stimulated her with my hand.

“Fuck me, ohh fuck me!” she begged.

I knelt between her legs and inserted my cock into her, pushing it deep.

She squealed, “Fuuuck!”

With my hands on her hips, I pounded away while she lay face down, gripping the bedsheet. I was dripping with sweat. Slowing the pace, I spread her butt cheeks wide, her lovely pert bum hole winking at me. I thrust hard and deliberately. She wiggled her bum, and I revved up, giving her everything I had.

B slithered over onto her back, and I moved on top of her, kissing her deeply as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She spread her legs wide, knees arched. I leaned back. I rubbed my bellend around the creamy entrance to her pussy, teasing her. Slowly I entered her and started fucking her really slowly and really deep. We snogged as I pumped inside her. She cradled my head with one hand and gently clawed my back with the other. I was breathing hard while she panted and moaned.

I was very close to cumming. I played with her boobs to buy time, but she impatiently squirmed beneath me. She moved her hands down to grasp my butt, urging me on, and I responded with thrusts of greater urgency.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum; I can’t hold on,” I gasped.

“Cum for me, sweetie!” she shouted, grabbing her breasts.

I pulled out and whipped off the condom, just in time to shoot my load. Oh God, the pleasure. I unleashed waves of spunk, the first spurt landing on her tits, and I unloaded the rest over her saggy mum tum, staining her suspender belt. I shuddered to a stop as the orgasm shattered through me.

“Oh yes, my darling!” She squealed.

“That was just incredible.” I stuttered, my chest heaving, my head swimming.

I gazed down at her fabulous body; she looked amazing slathered in my spunk.

“Mmmm, sweetie, this is delicious,” B giggled.

Her eyes were shining as she played with the sticky mess, carefully scooping up cum with her fingers and applying it to her erect nipples.

“Lay back while I eat your fanny,” I ordered.

B did as she was told, sticking her sexy, stockinged legs in the air. I rubbed her fanny. She was drying up, but as soon as I stroked her, she gushed again. She moved her own hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, then using her fingers to spread her pussy for me.

I firmly held her thick thighs while I enthusiastically got to work with my mouth. She still tasted delicious. I lapped her warm saltiness, licking up and down, applying pressure to her hot swollen clit. I circled her rigid bean with my tongue and sucked with my mouth. B trembled and squirmed with pleasure.

I plunged my tongue inside her and massaged her mound with my thumb. She was groaning wildly, and I could feel her body moving to a climax. My fingers easily slipped inside her. With my mouth on her clit, I beckoned her spongy interior with two fingers.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” She orgasmed, body rigid, thighs clamping my head, pussy throbbing and gushing. “Yes, yes, yeeees.”

Breathing heavily, I gently kissed her soft inner thighs and wiped my soaking mouth.

B lay on her back, arm across her face while her chest heaved. She quivered with the aftereffects of her orgasm.

I lay beside her, fingering her stocking tops and stroking her hips. When her breathing returned to normal, she turned to me, and we shared a long, sensuous snog.

“Mmmmm, thank you, lovely young man,” she said.

“Wow, thank you, gorgeous vixen,” I replied.

“Hang on, stay there,” I ordered.

I jumped off the bed and ran downstairs butt naked. I grabbed B’s phone and returned to the bedroom. B laughed when she saw it in my hand.

“Another something for your husband,” I explained.

B raised herself onto her elbows to pose, smiling broadly as I photographed her sexy, naked, freshly fucked figure.