Horny MILFs Flash Young Studs



“Are you sure your phone is charged?” Her husband asked from the kitchen, as Katy double-checked that everything she needed was in her purse, though it would likely wind up left behind in the minivan. Katy hated having to keep track of her purse when she was out.
“Yes, Daddy,” she joked, joining him in the kitchen and giving him a peck on the cheek.
“I know you can take care of yourself, hon. It’s your friends I don’t entirely trust. I don’t mind coming out to get you guys if Mo doesn’t keep sober.” Mo was Maureen Kelly, one of Katy’s oldest friends.
“Stop it. You really sound like my dad now, except for the drunken temper,” she replied. “Mo will be fine. She knows she knows she’s our designated driver.”
“I just worry. The crowds down there are so rowdy now.”
“And last time things got out of hand, we were fine. Chill out.”
Katy smiled when she thought about that night a couple of years ago. A near-riot had broken out of South Street and every cop in the city swarmed in to control the drunken mob. But some guys helped Katy and her friends onto the roof of a random SUV. Katy didn’t mind the benefits of being hot, just as she wasn’t one of those women who minded when men checked her out either. In her mid-30s, she still turned heads when she went out. Guys loved her dark red hair but loved her curves even more. She didn’t do anything to maintain her body. She’d just lucked out in the genetics lottery.
Mo honking from the driveway cut off debate. Katy gave her husband one more kiss and told him not to wait up before running out the door. She jumped in the back of the minivan with Angie and Patty, pleased to find the girls were already passing around margaritas. Katy was transported right back to when they all hung out drinking in high school.
“Who’s ready for a night of no responsibility?” Patty asked, raising her plastic cup. “No kids, no husbands, no work! Just the four of us, some booze, and hopefully some cute guys!”
Katy wondered if Patty’s toast stung Mo. Mo’s husband had left six months ago. Two of the foursome — Mo and Patty — had kids. Katy still wasn’t sure if she wanted any.
“Here’s to partying like it’s 2005!” Katy added.
Hitting South Street on Fat Tuesday was a tradition that went back to their senior year together at St. Alban’s High when they’d cut class to do it. Katy and Mo had been friends since grade school, and they’d met the others in junior high and been lifelong friends ever since. Whatever paths life took them down, the four made sure they stayed connected. Over the years Fat Tuesday in the city had changed a lot, going from a fun, but drunken celebration to a party big enough to rival New Orleans itself. Katy’s husband wasn’t the only one concerned about that. Angie didn’t love the crowds and had suggested maybe they get together somewhere else this year, but the others wouldn’t hear of it.
It was only half-past eight when they hit South Street, but the area was thronging with people who’d been drinking since early in the day. The closest parking they could find was a garage ten blocks away. Katy and Patty didn’t want to lug their coats around all night and left them in the minivan. They instantly regretted that decision. The night was brisk. Katy’s cropped, see-thru gossamer top over a camisole and denim skirt left too much skin exposed for the chill. Patty’s skirt was even shorter than Katy’s, and her lowcut, sleeveless top showed off all of the goosebumps on her pushed-up tits. Katy was happy to duck into the first bar they came across.
Patty pushed through the crowd to the bar while the others tried to find a table to serve as their basecamp. Mo and Angie shed their coats when they found a small, round high top in the corner. Mo didn’t go all out trying to tart herself up the way Katy and Patty did. She was self-conscious of that last ten pounds of baby weight she couldn’t shed — even if it had settled in all the right places. She’d always been more cute than sexy anyway, with freckles and brassy red hair. Mo came up her fiery locks honestly. Katy’s russet hair was courtesy of Miss Clairol. Angie was Mo’s opposite, rail-thin with jet black hair and classic Italian features. Angie always teased Mo about her huge tits out of jealousy. She didn’t even rival Mo with a super push-up bra.
The bar was packed to the point that their drinks kept spilling when the crowd jostled them. The girls decided to move on when they finished their first round. More than one guy copped a feel as Katy pushed through the tight crowd. Luckily, she didn’t exactly mind. Katy always loved attention when she’d had a few drinks in her.
The next bar was also packed, but at least they found a corner where they could form a circle and have a bit of breathing room. But they had nowhere to sit, leaving Mo and Angie to hold their coats.
“Every year this gets worse. It’s really becoming a zoo,” Mo said with some distaste.
“But come on, it’s fun!” Katy said. “I love the energy of a big crowd having a good time.”
“I don’t know. I think it’s a little much,” Mo replied.
“You’re just getting old,” Patty joked.
“Hey, so are you then,” Angie piped up.
“It’s all a state of mind, hon. You’d feel a lot better if you weren’t the designated driver,” Patty said.
“Maybe,” Mo admitted. She was nursing one of the two beers she’d allow herself tonight.
“I know the last few months have been hard. All the more reason to cut loose tonight,” Katy said.
“Just cut loose and go with the flow,” Angie added.
“You guys are right. I’ll do my best to not be a wet blanket tonight.” Mo forced a smile.
“And for the record, we are not getting old!” Katy maintained.
Mo laughed. “Easy for you to say with a body like that. You haven’t changed since high school, Katy.”
“Yes, I have!”
“Yeah, your tits are bigger,” Angie snarked.
“You need to stop being so hard on yourself, Mo. I’d kill to have an ass like yours. Guys love a round butt,” Patty said.
“They love those tits too,” Angie added.
“You sound obsessed. Do you want to hook up with one of us?” Katy teased Angie, who turned crimson.
“Knock it off, guys. You’re making me feel like a piece of meat. And this is all the magic of makeup and the right outfit. You should see what this looks like naked. Actually, scratch that!” Mo said. They all laughed.
They had a couple more rounds in that second bar before going outside to join the crowds swirling on South Street. The raucous crowd was just what Katy needed. It made her feel young and alive, although she noted a lot of the crowd seemed to get younger every year. Most of the partiers were in their 20s. Katy remembered that age was only a state of mind. She was flattered when offered beads by the younger guys, even as she laughed the offers off. Katy liked attention, but she was not flashing her tits to a bunch of kids. They had drinks in a couple more bars and ended up at a pub a few blocks off South Street when they needed a breather. The girls were all warm and lubricated by the booze, even Mo, who was supposed to be taking it easy.
“So, what’s the game plan now, ladies?” Angie asked. There were no open tables and they stood at the bar.
“I see they actually have a jukebox here, which is awesome,” Patty said. “I say we hang out and dance.”
Mo eyed the empty space that passed for a dance floor. “I don’t want to dance if no one else is.”
“I’m sure we won’t be alone long,” Katy said, pulling Mo out toward the space.
Angie volunteered to watch the coats and their drinks, and Katy and Patty dragged Mo out to dance. Katy found some great stuff from their youth on the jukebox and queued up several songs. They drew some attention as they danced with each other. Katy knew they looked like they were the “older” ladies trying to prove something in the young crowd but was drunk enough to not care. She got a good laugh when some guy staring at her ass got smacked by his girlfriend. A table full of handsome guys in their 20s were watching too, and Katy put an extra wiggle in her moves for them. But no guys came up to dance with the tipsy ladies. The threesome returned to the bar to find a couple of stools had opened up. Mo dropped onto one and ordered another beer, prompting Katy to remind her friend she was the designated driver.
A young guy with dark hair spilling out of a backward baseball cap approached the women and introduced himself. “Hey ladies, I’m Mike. My friends and I at that table back there couldn’t help but notice that none of you have any beads.”
Katy grinned at the clumsy come-on. Patty burst out laughing and was the first one to speak. “You’re kidding, right? You think we’re just going to walk back there and flash you guys our tits?”
Mike reddened, but he kept with it. He had stones. “Something like that. We’re willing to negotiate.”
“Tell you what, Mike. You go around and ask every other woman in here first, and if you can get three of them to do it, we’ll consider doing it too. And don’t try to cheat, we’ll be watching,” Katy said.
“Deal,” Mike agreed, grinning.
“Are you crazy? I’m not taking my top off,” Angie said.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m guessing there’s only about fifteen other women in here, and most of them are with guys. I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”
Unfortunately, Katy was mistaken. Mike and another of his friends worked the room, each with strands of beads over their arms, and they convinced five women to pull up their tops. Two of them only pulled up their shirts to show their bras, but the others flashed their breasts for the whole bar to see. And so much for Katy’s boyfriend theory because one guy obviously worked hard to convince his reticent girlfriend to do it. And another girl, who looked to be about twenty, pulled off her shirt to show a cute, perky little set of breasts, and the fact that she hadn’t been wearing any bra at all. When Mike returned with his friend, who he introduced as Leo, he had a triumphant grin.
“I hate to have to tell you guys,” Katy started, ready to let the guys down easy, but was interrupted by Patty.
“We’re not really impressed by beads. What else do you guys have to offer?” Patty said.
“What are you doing?” Mo said under her breath.
“Don’t worry, I’m just having fun renegotiating our deal,” Patty answered, returning her attention to Mike.
“Hey, we’re open to negotiation. Why don’t you ladies join us at our table?”
“I don’t know…” Angie said.
“My feet are killing me in these heels, so I will be more than happy to,” Patty said and started following the boys without checking to see if any of the others were with her.
“Let’s go,” Katy said. “We can live a little dangerously tonight.” The other two women didn’t look thrilled, but they followed.
“Have a seat, ladies,” said one of the boys, called Hayden, a broad-chested blonde boy with a toothy smile. He introduced his friends. Andy was a lanky, pale boy with black hair. Cal was a heavyset kid with brown hair, and finally, there was Tai, a tall black kid with a shaved head.
Angie snagged the only open seat at the table. Hayden patted his lap and stared at Patty. Katy was shocked to see her friend sit. Katy had no intention of sitting in anyone’s lap, but she didn’t fight too hard when Mike pulled her down onto his lap.
“Comfy?” Mike asked with a cocky grin.
Katy wiggled her butt around, for once hoping she was heavy. Instead, she felt a twitch in his lap that gave her butterflies. Katy suppressed a grin and answered, “Sure, if you are.”
That left Mo standing. After a moment’s hesitation, she settled down onto Andy’s lap stiffly.
“We kept our part of the bargain. Are you going to keep yours?” Hayden asked, slipping his arm around Patty, who was sitting with her breasts in his face. His other hand rested on her knee, which she seemed to enjoy, despite being a married woman.
“We came over to see what we could do for you boys that wouldn’t involve taking our tops off. Let’s be reasonable guys,” Patty offered.
“Make an offer,” Katy added.
“I told them we could work something out, but it would have to be something damned good considering what we’ll be missing,” Mike said, nakedly eyeing up Katy and Mo’s chests.
“Come on, won’t you just give us a little peek?” Cal asked.
“You just saw those young girls, why do you even want to see us? We’re old enough to be…your older sisters,” Mo countered.
“Because those girls have probably been showing what they’ve got all night. They’re hammered and it’s no big deal to them. It’s different for you guys, which makes it hotter. I can tell you’re not whipping your tops off every other block,” Mike said.
“And I know I would rather see a woman than a girl anyway,” Hayden added.
“Even if we would consider doing it,” Patty said, which brought her a look of pure venom from Angie, “we’re certainly not going to get topless in a crowded bar. Sorry, boys, but if you won’t settle for something else, you’re out of luck.”
“You could always come back to our place for a while. Have a few more drinks,” Cal suggested.
“Let’s start with a dance and see where it goes from there,” Hayden suggested, reading the women’s mood. He led Patty to the jukebox.
They selected a couple of songs and moved to the tiny dance floor. Hayden kept pulling her close and Patty kept letting him before pulling away again. She enjoyed playing the tease. The second song was slower, and she let Hayden keep her close. The first couple times his hands settled on her ass, she moved them, but eventually let them rest there. Katy could believe what she was seeing. Did Patty forget she was married? Katy could hardly cast aspersions. She was sitting on her own young hunk’s lap and enjoying the occasional twitch of his excitement. Katy told herself that any wiggling of her butt was entirely accidental, and not a tease.
“We should join them. I saw how much you like to dance,” Mike suggested.
Katy knew letting the young man paw her on the dance floor was a terrible idea, but Patty looked like she was having an awful lot of fun with her beau. Katy enjoyed being a shameless flirt just as much as her friend, and the booze had her feeling fun. She pretended to think it over before agreeing.
“Okay, but you’d better behave,” she told Mike.
“I can be a perfect gentleman, if that’s what you want, Katy.”
Mike more or less behaved. His hands stayed right above her ass while they danced, but he kept Katy tight to him, her breasts mashed to his chest. Mike knew how to move, making Katy think about what they said about guys who could dance. He liked holding her, which Katy felt when she pressed closer. A thrill pulsed through her feeling the younger man’s erection. Being so close to Mike was dangerously exciting. Her nipples were poking through her top when they parted. Mike made a show of noticing. Katy felt how badly Mike wanted to kiss her. She even came in close, teasing him, but she was not about to kiss a strange boy in a crowded bar, no matter how badly she wanted to. That was not how married women behaved. But it was fun to play and tease.
Cal ordered a round of shots when they were all back at the table. Katy’s went down too easy. Its heat helped her ignore Mike’s hand on her high — or at least not feel guilty about it. She wasn’t the only one enjoying the young guys’ company. Hayden held Patty close, her tits just about rubbing his face, while Mo was stock-still with her eyes closed on Andy’s lap, leaving Katy to wonder what was happening there. Only Angie kept her distance as she chatted with Cal. Katy thought Angie should loosen up. It was just harmless flirting.
Fat Tuesday caused the area bars to close early, as the police wanted the crowd to move along, and it wasn’t even midnight when the bar announced last call. Tai ordered another round of shots over Katy’s protest, but she knocked it right back. She realized they’d need a new plan to get home when Mo downed a shot too. Katy wondered if her husband really would come to get them. She felt guilty thinking of him while enjoying Mike’s lap.
“You guys really should come back to our place,” Mike suggested. “It’s not far.”
Katy was about to decline the invitation when Mo, of all people, piped up. “That’s a great idea. I’m not ready to go home.” Katy couldn’t believe it.
“We really should be headed home,” Angie said.
“If you’ll excuse us for a minute, boys,” Patty said, getting unsteadily to her feet and leading the other women away from the table.
“We are not going to that house,” Angie said firmly.
“I think it’ll be fun. They seem like good guys,” Mo replied. Her pale, freckled cheeks were flushed.
“You’re crazy,” Angie told her.
“Are you okay to drive?” Patty asked Angie.
“I will be in a little while, I think. I didn’t do those shots. Obviously, our designated lush here isn’t driving anywhere,” Angie said, ribbing her friend.
“You guys told me I should cut loose,” Mo said, smiling goofily.
“Here’s the plan,” Patty said. “We go to their place for one drink, while Angie sobers up. Hayden, Mike and Cal have a house a couple blocks away. Nothing is going to happen. We’ll stick together. And when Angie is ready, we go. What do you think, Katy?”
Katy knew calling an Uber was the smart choice. She wasn’t about to call her husband when they might smell like 20-year-old guys. But she was enjoying Mike’s lap and she wasn’t ready to go home — even if this was a bad idea. Like with Mike earlier, she pretended to think it over and replied, “I think it’ll be fine. I’m not ready to go home yet either.”
“I can’t believe you guys,” Angie complained. “You know we’re not teenagers picking up guys anymore. We’re all married.” She shot an apologetic look at Mo, who was still technically married.
“We know how to behave, Ang. It’ll be fine,” Katy reassured her friend, hoping she projected confidence.
“Famous last words,” Angie grumbled.
The group tumbled out of the bar into the cold night air, Cal leading the way with Patty on his arm. It really did feel like the old days when they would hit the club and go home with the cutest guys they met. Katy loved her husband, but she missed those days. She loved flirting, and the feeling she had when she could tell a guy was interested. And that excitement when she knew she was going to hook up with a new guy. Katy was married and she had to behave, but she felt those old butterflies again as she snuggled close to Mike against the cold. It was dangerous, but Katy liked the danger.
The guys shared an updated three-story rowhome, with a narrow living room just inside the door, a dining room coming next, and the kitchen at the back. A narrow staircase led to the two bedrooms on the second floor. A third loft bedroom was in the converted attic. It had been years since Katy had been in one of those city rowhomes. A comfy couch took up one long wall, facing a huge TV mounted on the opposite wall. A big recliner was tucked in by the front window. Tai put on his chill playlist while Cal and Mike fetched fresh drinks.
The small, narrow living room was crowded with all of them in it. Mo sat on the couch with Andy and Tai, and Katy ended up back on Mike’s lap in the recliner. She was getting used to snuggling with the fit younger man. Hayden and Patty disappeared into the kitchen while Cal, Leo, and Angie sat at the small table in the narrow dining room. The living room was dimly lit and the way the recliner was situated, Katy really couldn’t see what was happening on the couch right beside her. It sounded like Angie and Cal had started playing quarters in the dining room and Katy could hear talking, but not specific conversation over the music.
Katy heard the ringing of a quarter landing in a shot glass, followed by Patty and Angie cheering. Another bounce and silence. Mike was growing bold and getting handsy, fingers tickling at the swell of her breasts from underneath. He nuzzled past her hair, giving Katy perilous chills. It was a good time to get up and catch her breath.
“I’d better check on my girls,” she said, struggling out of the deep chair, hiking her skirt dangerously high.
Mo was pressed in tightly between Andy and Tai on the couch and started when Katy stood. Mo was red-cheeked and panting but pretended to be focused on the game of quarters in the dining room.
“What’s going on?” Katy asked.
“Just, uh, watching them. It’s getting pretty intense in there,” Mo replied.
It looks intense right here, Katy thought.
Patty grinned when Katy came into the dining room. “Hayden wouldn’t leave it alone, so I told him that if Cal could beat Angie in quarters we would flash our tits. And if we win, they all have to drop their pants,” Patty said.
Katy was shocked by the bargain but remembered that in her day Angie was unbeatable at quarters. “You agreed to this?”
“I was kind of pushed into it,” Angie admitted, watching as Cal was about to go again, “but this boy’s ass is mine.”
“I hope so!” Cal said and missed his shot.
“You should be so lucky, squirt,” Angie shot back and sank her quarter with ease.
“What’s the score?” Katy asked. Mike had come up close behind her and rested a hand on her hip.
“I’m up by two now. Three wins,” Angie answered.
Katy swayed with the booze now that she was standing. She wasn’t too drunk to know what she was doing, but she was in that zone where she felt good enough to be loose. Watching Angie playing quarters with the boys washed away the last fifteen or so years, and she was a kid again, just like Mike behind her. How many times had they hung out with a bunch of random guys, hooked up, and had fun? They were a wild, fun crew back in the day. Katy had never shared just how wild they could be with her husband. He didn’t need to know everything she’d done before they met, just like he didn’t need to know she’d spent half the night in Mike’s lap tonight. Her husband would be the beneficiary anyway. Katy was horny as hell and planned to wake him to fuck her silly the moment she got home.
Cal pulled even with Angie, and Katy thought they might be in trouble. She didn’t really think they’d flash the guys, but her friends did make this deal. The boys didn’t truly want it anyway, she thought. They were used to 20-year-old tits, not women in their 30s. They would find the fantasy hotter than the reality.
“Come on, Ang,” Katy cheered.
“I’m trying to concentrate here,” Angie grunted, and missed her next shot. “Damn it.”
“Come on, Cal, buddy, put her away,” Leo said.
Cal theatrically flexed his fingers and eyed the glass. The room grew hushed but for the music drifting in from the living room. Katy held her breath as she watched Cal bounce the quarter off the table. It spun around the rim of the clear shot glass, and she thought they were safe, but then the shiny quarter banked in, and all the guys whooped in triumph.
“Fuck!” Angie shouted. “No way! I don’t lose.”
“Sorry, babe, but you did tonight,” Cal taunted.
“I want a rematch.”
“Sure, but you all have to take your tops off first,” Mike said.
“Christ, I can’t believe this,” Patty said. Clearly, even she thought this was too much.
“I guess we’re sunk,” Mo said from the living room, not sounding at all upset.
“Okay, boys. You all go into the living room. We’re going into the kitchen. And no peeking!” Patty said, dragging her friends into the kitchen. The boys all headed for the far end of the living room.
“We’re not really going to do this?” Angie asked, furious.
“We’re not welchers, are we?” Patty asked.
“Do you think I’ll look okay?” Mo worried.
“We are just going to tell them we’re not doing it. It’s not like they can make us,” Angie insisted.
“No, but Patty’s right,” Mo argued. “We shouldn’t go back on what we agreed to, although you guys should have asked me before you agreed.”
“They were just so damned cocky. I didn’t think I could lose. You know how good I am,” Angie said. She could never back away from a challenge, which had gotten her into trouble more than once over the years.
“Well now we’re in, so how are we going to do this as painlessly as possible?” Katy asked.
“Quickness is the key, I think,” Patty said. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra through her shirt. “Just pull up your shirts and give them a quick look and we’ve fulfilled our part of the bargain.” Patty pulled her bra out of the arm of her blouse and untucked the blouse from her skirt.
“Sounds like a plan,” Katy agreed, trying to figure out the best way she could flash.
Katy wore a strapless bra under the camisole. She could lose that and just pull up the cami and the filmy sweater that was over it. But both were tight over her chest. It would be easier to lose the gossamer sweater too, and pull the cami down over her boobs. Katy shrugged out of the sweater and lost her bra. She slipped her phone out of her skirt pocket and left it on the table with her clothes. Her nipples were bullets, clear through the thin, silky camisole.
Angie removed her bra from under her sweater as Patty did, and Mo unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black satin bra with a front clasp. The women all looked at each other, firming their resolve.
“Don’t be so nervous, it’s just a quick flash, it’s really no big deal,” Patty told Angie reassuringly.
Angie didn’t look convinced. “You know our husbands will kill us if they ever find out.”
“They won’t,” Patty insisted. “It’ll be fine. Stop worrying.”
“Yeah,” Mo interjected.
“And it’s not like our tits are so precious anyway. These aren’t the first guys to see them,” Katy said. All the girls laughed.
“They aren’t even the first guys we’ve ever flashed,” Patty said.
“Speak for yourself, slut,” Angie replied, smiling.
“Hold your heads high and enjoy it, girls,” Katy encouraged.
“Are you all ready?” Patty asked and was answered by nods all around.
“Then let’s give these boys a thrill,” Katy said.
“Our husbands better never find out!” Angie repeated.
“Who’d tell them?” asked Mo, the only one who didn’t need to worry about a husband. “Let’s go!”
The boys eagerly awaited them in the living room, some of them sitting, others standing, everyone making sure they’d have a nice view of the show. There really wasn’t enough room for the women to stand side by side, so they formed a semicircle, gave each other one last look, and flashed the goods. Patty and Angie pulled up their tops, Patty’s tits a nice handful with a sweet hang, while Angie’s were small and pert, perky nipples still tilted at the ceiling. The way the guys stared filled her with confidence, changing everything. Angie wanted the boys to keep staring at her exposed chest.
Mo’s shirt hung open and she unclasped her bra, letting her huge tits roll out for display. She kept her arms pressed together to present them to the boys. Her freckles continued down onto the slopes of her big melons, which were capped by thick, pale pink nips. They had a bit of sag after two kids, but the boys still gasped at her impressive display.
Katy was at the other end and pulled the cami straps from her shoulders. She had to tug it free when the silk hung on her excited nipples. Her tits were round, firm, and perfect. Freckles dusted the slopes of her breasts too, and her blush-colored nipples were painfully hard. She had the best tits of the group and the excitement of having the guys stare at them was an electric charge through her body. Boys started noticing Katy at a young age, and she always loved their attention. Tall and leggy, with a great rack, Katy had never lacked for it. She was excited these guys had pushed them into this.
Angie pulled her top down, and Patty followed her, but the boys voiced a chorus of disappointment, and seeing their other friends made no move to cover themselves, they pulled their tops up again. Angie was glad to do it, though she would never admit it. She basked in the boys’ lusty stares. Katy gave her tits a playful shake before tugging the camisole up over her breasts. Mo was the last to cover up and didn’t bother to button her blouse. The boys wildly applauded.
The ladies finally covered themselves as the boys applauded. Katy swore her friends looked as tickled by their show as she felt. The blood pounded in her ears, and she felt Mike’s eyes on her. He was like a wolf staring down prey. Katy tingled everywhere and was damp between the thighs, and knew this would be a good time to leave, but suddenly none of her friends seemed to be in a hurry as they dispersed with the guys. Honestly, Katy didn’t really want to leave either. Her jade eyes flashed as she returned Mike’s hungry look. He strolled back to the recliner and sat, like he was confident Katy would follow. Of course, she did. Mike wrapped his arms around her when she sat, and Katy knew she was headed for trouble. She kept reminding herself, you’re married, but that seemed to matter less and less when she felt Mike’s heat against her.
To be continued…


Horny MILFs Screw Young Studs

Mike didn’t even pretend to hide his interest when he pulled Katy into his lap. Her tits gave an alluring bounce when she landed, and his head seemed to bounce as he followed them. And now, snuggled up in Mike’s lap, the throbbing between her thighs growing, Katy was acutely aware that it was not her husband’s erection she felt growing against her wiggling butt. Mike had more or less behaved himself so far, but as his cock grew beneath her, and his touch became bolder, Katy couldn’t count on that continuing. Her group of friends — all married women — had convinced themselves it would be harmless going back to a house with a group of hot younger guys, but deep down they all knew they were flirting with danger. Katy certainly knew it. The only remaining question was how much longer she could pretend hooking up with Mike wasn’t inevitable.
“You can get that look off your face, Mike. I’m a married woman,” Katy declared, displaying her wedding rings.
“I noticed, but I don’t mind if you don’t. That was quite an impressive display.”
Mike caressed the undercurve of her breast, and this time she was unprotected under the thin silk of her camisole. Her nicely padded bra was out on the kitchen table with her sweater.
“I’ll take the compliment. It’s nice to know you think I’m holding up well, young man.”
Mike grinned. “You’re more than holding up, Katy. You’re hot.”
“Why thank you.”
“Sure, ma’am,” he said, tipping his head.
“Don’t ma’am me. I’m not that much older than you. Just old enough to be your sister’s hot friend, or maybe a really young aunt. How old are you anyway?” Katy asked, but wasn’t sure she wanted to know
“22,” Mike replied, his fingers creeping higher on her tingling swells.
His face was buried in her hair, and she felt the brush of his lips on the side of her neck. Her heart raced and she was glad the room was so dimly lit. She didn’t want Mike to see how excited she was, or anyone else to see what they were doing. Katy knew she had to get away from him, but god, she didn’t want to. It was nice in Mike’s lap.
“See, I’m not even 10 years older than you,” she lied, shaving a few years from her age. Mike replied by kissing the side of her neck. Katy melted and sighed. “Mmm, that’s not a good idea, Mike.”
“I think it’s the best idea, Katy,” he insisted, between soft kisses.
Mike molded his hand to the curve of her breast, and she felt his heat like the camisole wasn’t even there. She felt naked with the younger man touching her without her bra.
“You’re going to get me in trouble. I’m married,” Katy insisted, without conviction.
“So you keep saying, but here you are. Don’t worry, Katy. This will be our little secret.”
Katy uttered a breathy laugh as she surrendered to Mike. “We’re not exactly alone.”
Mike rolled her nipple, pinching it through the silk and she gasped, forgetting about her friends. He had great, gentle hands. Ultimately, Katy was the one to pull Mike into a kiss. She aggressively thrust her tongue into his mouth and moaned when his thumb flicked her nipple. Her tits were begging for attention and Mike was ready to give it. She was transported back to her sluttier youth. Katy used to love kissing a new boy and attacked Mike with all of the ferocity she showed back then. He kneaded her tits with one hand but dropped the other between her thighs. Her legs instinctively opened, and his hand pushed up under her skirt.
Katy moaned her approval when Mike suckled her firm rounds through her camisole. He’d leave big wet spots on the fabric, but she didn’t care. His sucking, nibbling mouth was divine. She just wished her top wasn’t in the way. Mike rubbed her through her panties, and when she moaned louder, he pulled those panties aside. His fingers sunk into her gooey goodness and Katy gasped. It was all moving so quickly. There wasn’t even time for alarm bells in her head. Mike played her body like a master. His slowly pumping fingers filled her and kept her right at the edge. Katy bit her lip and tried to keep those moans down in her throat, but it was so difficult. She fought to hold onto some measure of control. She’d never been quiet when she came, and she didn’t want all her friends to know what a slut she was when she cried out in orgasm. Katy was afraid if she opened her eyes, they’d all be staring at her.
“Let go, Katy. I want you to come for me,” Mike whispered, fingers increasing their tempo inside her.
“Mmm…I…mmm…I can’t…not here…”
“We can go upstairs.”
Katy snapped out of it, at least, temporarily. Being so close to fucking Mike and cheating on her husband finally sounded the alarm bells in her brain. She closed her thighs on Mike’s hand down there and pulled the other from her chest. She gave him another deep kiss to mollify him.
“I need to run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” she said, the words rushing out.
Mike smiled confidently. He didn’t believe she was done. Katy wasn’t sure he was wrong. He said, “It’s upstairs to the left.”
Katy stood and fixed her clothes. Walking past the couch she saw Tai had his arm around Mo and she snuggled against him while her legs lay across Andy. Katy didn’t actually see them doing anything, but she could have sworn that Mo’s bra was unhooked again. It was just like the old days when they were all together and hooking with guys. No one was paying attention to what anyone else was doing because they were so into their own thing.
In the small bathroom, Katy splashed water on her face and caught her breath. She stared at herself in the dirty mirror and tried to calm down. Her hair was all mussed and her lips were plump from all the kissing. She had a wild look in her green eyes. She looked like she was ready to tear someone’s clothes off. Katy kept telling herself she couldn’t do that, that she was married. No, she probably wouldn’t get caught, but that wasn’t what mattered. You have to be good, she told herself. Katy even considered giving herself a quick come right there in the bathroom to take the edge off, but she wasn’t that far gone. Throwing water on her face would have to do. When she was reasonably sure she’d calmed down, Katy opened the bathroom door to find Mike standing right there.
“Mike,” she gasped.
It was all she could get through the doorway before he was all over her. He pressed her into the wall, kissing and grinding into her. Katy gripped him and ground him right back. Her skirt rode up when he pushed a leg between hers. Katy shamelessly humped his knee. In her boots, Katy was the perfect height for Mike to fuck her right there against the wall. He nearly ripped her camisole pulling it down and orally attacked her breasts. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, hoping no one downstairs could hear. In a matter of moments, Mike had her right back to the edge of orgasm and when he took her hand and led her to the third floor she wordlessly followed.
Katy didn’t fully strip, which made it all hotter and dirtier. The camisole hung around her waist, and her skirt was hiked up. Katy kept on her boots. Mike lowered her to his unmade bed, kissing and touching her everywhere. It was like he was an octopus with two heads. She just couldn’t keep track of everything he did to her, but she loved it all. Katy did wrestle his clothing off his body. Mike had a broad, hairless chest. Katy groped and licked his gym-hardened chest, enjoying his young body as he knelt over her. His cock was as hard as the rest of him, as thick as his bulge had promised. Katy was not one of those girls who said size doesn’t matter, and she was impressed. She couldn’t even close her hand around his thick root when she stroked it.
Mike mercilessly teased her clit and Katy finally allowed herself to explode, crying out in the darkened bedroom. She gushed for him, and he just fingered her harder.
“Mmm…god…yea…mmm fuck…yea…” Katy cried, forcefully kissing him to muffle her cries.
“I wanna fuck you, Katy,” he gasped, tearing his lips from hers.
“Yea,” she moaned, all hesitation gone.
Mike ripped her panties free, leaving them to hang around her waist. Katy loved the painful bite into her flesh. She only felt a brief pang of guilt when his smooth helmet split her folds. She urged her mound at him, and Mike impaled her. Katy’s nails dug into his hips, pulling him into her. She knew she was a shameless slut, but she wanted his big, young cock. She’d never wanted anything more.
“Mmm…fuck…yea…yea…” she urged, enthralled by his cock riding in and out of her.
Katy marveled at the way he used her pussy. Mike was huge and hard, like he’d been forged from iron. He plundered her sex like he owned it. Her arms wrapped around him, her nails gouging her shoulders. Her boot heels dug into the squeaking mattress so she could jack her hips up to meet his powerful thrusts.
“You needed this didn’t you?” he gloated.
“Yea…yea…mmm fuck…”
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Fuck your pussy is hot. You’re a wild fuck, Katy!”
“Yea! Oh fuck, yea!” she cried, no longer concerned about being overheard.
“Fuck, I want you, Katy.”
“Yea! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she demanded. Katy wanted to call him by name, but in the heat of passion, she’d forgotten. She’d only moaned one man’s name for years, and it wasn’t this guy’s.
“Harder! Fuck me harder! Mmm…yea…fuck me!”
Mike looked down at her smiling and asked, “Does that feel good?”
“Oh my fucking god…yeah…fuck!”
That powerful younger man pushed Katy to the brink. She used her body like it was built for sex. She loved her husband, but she hadn’t been so thoroughly fucked in years. She had no idea how badly she needed it. Mike fucked her to a shattering orgasm, and when she went limp, he kept fucking her, making Katy come again and again. Her nails drew blood, but he kept fucking her. She had no idea how he kept going.
Mike flipped her and shoved it in from behind. He fucked her even harder that way, which she didn’t think was possible. Her tits bounced and swayed beneath her, and Katy kept howling as he plumbed her depths. Her pussy squished and squirted around him, which only made Mike fuck her harder. Katy loved when a guy could really power slam her from behind, and he was up to the task. Mike fucked her so hard the bed rhythmically beat against the wall. He held her shoulders to pull her back into him and his balls slapped between her thighs.
“Yea! Yea! Fucking fuck me!” she cried, until another orgasm robbed her of speech.
“Fuck, you married sluts are hot!”
Mike grabbed her fiery hair and Katy shrieked when he pulled it. He was right. She was a married slut, and she loved being treated like one. Katy bucked back at him, encouraging her stallion to rut into her even harder.
“Yeah…use me…use this married slut…”
Katy had a filthy mouth, but even she was shocked by how far she went. The nuns at St. Albans would have whipped her good for being so wicked.
Mike never slowed until the last second, when she shanked his meat deep inside Katy, deeper than her husband ever reached, and pumped her full of his powerful young seed. Her body reacted, coming one last time as it milked every last drop from his huge, young balls. Even as he went soft, he kept it buried in her, like he wanted to keep his load deep in her pussy.
“Oh my god! That was incredible! What a fuck you are, Katy,” Mike panted, falling onto the bed beside her.
Katy was face down on the bed, eyes closed, body twitching with the aftershocks of that final, shattering orgasm. Ripples of pleasure slowly pulsed through her body. Time seemed to have stopped, but Katy knew she’d been away with Mike for too long. She had to get back downstairs before her friends came looking for her and found her face down, ass in the air.
“I need to go,” Katy groaned. “I really need to go.”
“You don’t have to rush.”
Katy managed a weak smile. It was tempting to stay in bed with Mike, although round two might kill her. But she had to go. She had to find her friends and — oh shit — get back to her husband. Katy fingered her wedding rings, spinning them. Guilt began creeping in.
“I need to go make myself presentable. Thanks for the good time…”
“Mike,” he reminded her.
“Mike. Thanks, Mike. You were amazing. Five stars.”
Katy gave his slick, spent cock a final tug and climbed out of his bed. She pushed down her skirt — leaving her ruined panties hanging in place — and pulled up her camisole to cover her breasts. She felt Mike watching the whole time and felt like a whore. Her feet were unsteady as she stiffly went down the steps to the second-floor bathroom. Moans and rhythmic noises came from one of the bedrooms on that floor. It was a small comfort that she wasn’t the only slut in her group.
The visage that met her in the mirror was shocking. Most of her makeup was rubbed off, her russet hair was everywhere, and her green eyes were spacy and tired. Katy realized she just wanted to get home. She didn’t know how she’d face her husband, but she wanted to get away from the scene of the crime.
The task was impossible, but she made herself as presentable as possible, washing her face and brushing through her hair with a brush she found in the bathroom — something she’d never have done sober. Her makeup was in her purse in the minivan, so it was all she could do. She blotted at the cum seeping from between her legs, but it still stuck to her thighs. Mike’s load was huge. Her nipples poking through the camisole reminded her she had to find her bra and sweater.
The noises coming from the bedroom were louder when she came out of the bathroom, and Katy couldn’t resist her curiosity. She had to know which of her friends was as bad as she was. She silently eased the door open. Katy was shocked by the sight.
Andy was on his back, and Mo rode him hard, stark naked. Tai knelt on the bed beside them, playing with Mo’s huge, bouncing tits. She bounced so violently on Andy that it sounded like the bed was going to collapse beneath them. Mo’s head was thrown back, and she was howling at the ceiling. No one noticed Katy, and she couldn’t tear herself away.
“Some show, isn’t it? You girls are a fun bunch, aren’t you?” Mike whispered from behind. Katy nearly jumped out of her skin. He put his arms around her, and she pressed back into him. He cupped her breasts from behind. “Is Mo always the wildest one?”
“We shouldn’t be watching this,” Katy protested. She wanted to watch, but she didn’t want Mike to know that. And she didn’t want to get caught by her friend.
Katy tried to move, but he held her tight, and when he rolled her nipples between his fingers, she didn’t want to move. Her guilt at cheating had been growing since she left Mike’s bed, but her desire for her new, young lover was more powerful when he touched her. She let him hike up her skirt and feel she was still soaked — with his cum and hers.
“I think you like watching, Katy,” Mike whispered, kissing her neck.
“Oh god, don’t make me do this,” she whimpered, allowing him to pull down a side of her camisole and caress her breast.
“I bet you like being made to do things.”
Katy moaned shamefully. It was true. Surrender was so sweet. He pressed his fingers inside her while grinding into her ass. How was he hard again? In front of them, Mo leaned forward, hands on Andy’s chest, and churned her hips. Tai stood above them, feeding her his long, black cock. Mo’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked, but she was too busy riding Andy to give the cock in her mouth proper attention. Luckily, Tai was happy to take charge and fuck her mouth. Mo made insane gagging sounds, but she did slow down. Katy couldn’t believe Mo was taking two young studs at once. Deep down, she was jealous. Mike fiddled with his belt behind her.
“Mmm…not again…”
“Do you want me to make you, Katy?” he breathed in her ear.
“Yes…” she pleaded. She couldn’t help herself.
Katy looked up again just in time to see Tai pull out of Mo’s mouth and blast ropes of cum all over her face and swaying tits. It was quite the show. Andy shouted he was coming, and Mo obviously came right along with them. Mike’s fingers still worked Katy’s snatch and watching the live sex show made her come too before Mike even had his dick back in her. She melted against the doorframe.
The second bedroom door creaked open, and Katy jumped, shoving Mike away with his cock hanging out. He turned away to tuck it in, and Katy hardly had her skirt pushed back down when she saw Angie — of all people — skulking out of the bedroom. She froze when she saw Katy. Through the doorway, Katy saw Cal on the bed behind Angie. The women locked eyes, both shamed and shocked.
“I was, uh, just using the bathroom,” Katy muttered.
“Yeah, I need to get in there too,” Angie said.
Katy pushed away, fleeing the awkward moment. Patty was downstairs, sitting on the couch with Leo and Hayden. At least one of us behaved, she thought. Although, if Katy was picking one of their group to behave themselves, it wouldn’t have been Patty. She never would have thought Angie was capable of cheating on her husband, but then, Katy didn’t think she was capable of it either. Patty stared at Katy, knowing exactly what she’d done.
“I was starting to think you guys were gone for the night,” Patty snarked.
“Angie will be down in a minute. She’s just in the bathroom. Mo might be a while,” Katy said, hating the way the guys leered at her. She deserved what they were thinking, but she didn’t like it.
Angie was right behind Katy, but it was another half hour before Mo finally stumbled down the stairs, looking dazed and satisfied. It was the most awkward half hour of Katy’s life. The attempts at small talk were lame at best.
Katy couldn’t take it and went back to the kitchen to get the rest of her clothes and her phone. She pulled on her sweater but didn’t bother with her bra. It was almost three in the morning, and there were half a dozen texts from her husband, asking if everything was okay. Katy burned with shame, contrasting with the ripples of contentment that still washed through her. What was she going to tell her husband?
Tai had followed Mo downstairs when Katy came back into the living room. The other guys stayed upstairs, and Katy was happy she didn’t have to face Mike again. The women said their goodbyes, but not before Tai gave Mo a goodnight kiss. Even after everything, Katy was surprised by how Mo just went for it in front of everyone.
They were silent on the long, cold walk back to the minivan. Angie was the soberest and she drove. She seemed happy to be able to concentrate on the road. Patty radiated superiority, and Katy couldn’t take it. Someone had to say something.
“Okay, are we going to talk about what happened?” she asked.
Patty smirked. “I don’t have anything to talk about.”
“Anyone? Fine, I’ll go first.”
Katy shared what she’d done, sparing her girlfriends the gory details. She was ashamed, but she couldn’t stop gushing about how amazing the sex with Mike was. Patty may have been smug, but she was clearly jealous. Mo was short on details. She didn’t even admit she’d been with both guys, but Katy knew. And Mo knew Katy knew. Mo had never looked more pleased with herself. After all, she was separated. She’d done nothing wrong.
Angie confessed that her competitive nature had been her undoing. She played cards with Leo and Cal after Katy went upstairs, and it had gone badly. The bets were crazy, but Angie kept going. Leo turned out the be the biggest loser, left on his own, while Angie lost a bet and had to give Cal a hand job.
“I guess it’s not such a big deal. I was the hand job queen in high school. I might have set a world record,” Angie justified. The other girls laughed with her. “It’s not really cheating, is it?”
“Your husband may beg to differ,” Patty answered.
Patty also admitted that she wasn’t exactly innocent, despite her smug superiority. She got to fooling around with Hayden in the kitchen. Before she knew what was happening, he sat her on the counter and went down on her. He wanted at least a blow job in return, but Patty had gotten her come, and held firm shutting the boy down.
By the time they were back in the ‘burbs all four women had taken an ironclad vow of silence. They rationalized that if their husbands never found out about their wild night it wouldn’t hurt them. Mo added that the guys had probably done a lot they didn’t know about anyway. The others may have all just cheated, but none of them took comfort in the thought of their husbands being unfaithful.
Katy was very relieved to find her husband fast asleep. She was still horny. It was like the grand screwing she’d received from Mike had only revved her up, not finished her. But she could never wake her husband for sex in that state. She took a long hot shower and scrubbed away her sin. By the time she slipped into her PJs, and into bed beside her husband, she was already rationalizing her guilt away. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. No reason to tell him what I did. It was easy because she was already savoring the memory of her time with Mike, wrapping herself in the warmth of that orgasmic bliss. It was hard to regret something that felt that good.



