MILF Diaries #4: Ravished By Hubby & the Pool Boy

Nick Thompson comes home to find his wife, Kimberly, plying her favorite hobby of being the neighborhood MILF to local young men. Nick, though, doesn't get angry – he gets…well, her gets to watch his wife taken hard by one her young charges while he slams her – hard – from behind in this tale of delicious, decadent, super-rough two-on-one pounding…and it's all just a click away for you.

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I pick up my towel and begin to wrap it around myself as Tyler lifts one leg, steps over the chair so he can stand normally.
"What are you doing?"
I reach out to him, run my finger under his chin. "I told you, my dear, you don't get to say no to me. You answer what I ask, you do what I say, or we're done forever." I turn and walk toward the house. I hear him rushing along behind me, his flip-flops…well, flip-flopping as he does.
"Please, please, I'm sorry, I…" he pauses. "I'll do it. I'll talk about her."
I stop at the sliding door, turn back to him. He's standing there, naked, his body lean and sinewy, like young men are before they fully fill out. He's fit – Tyler does a lot of running and exercising – but he's not big and muscular like the guys who play football or bodybuild.
Slowly, I open the towel, let it drop to the ground.
"Tell me about your girlfriend. Tell me all the secrets about you Sarah," I say.
He looks at me, glances down, then looks back at me.
"She's…she's beautiful," he said. "She has long blond hair, and blue eyes."
"Does she have a good body?" I ask, running my hands along my own body, down and back up, cupping my own breasts, squeezing them together so that they look as if they might spill right out of the bikini top.
"Ye…yes," he says.
"Like this?"
He stares at my breasts, his mouth open, and slowly shakes his head from side to side. "No, not like your body," he whispers.
"And she's forgiven you?"
Sarah walked in on us two days ago … I had my hands on him, on his naked body, pulling him against me just as she walked through the back privacy fence gate. She gasped, then without a word turned and ran.
Tyler wanted to go after her, he pulled away from me, but when he got to the gate he realized he still had no clothes on. By that time I had scooped them up, and naturally I refused to give them to him, insisting he let me play a little while longer, at least until the storm blew up, thunder and lightning and hard, heavy rain falling on us.
That's when I sent him home.
"Yeah, sort of," he said.
"What does that mean?"
"She hasn't really forgiven me, but she said she's willing to overlook things, said she had come to some sort of clarity after she ran from us, that she understood sometimes we can't help ourselves."
I laughed. "That was mighty grown up of her."
He shrugged, never taking his eyes off of my breasts. I pressed upward a little harder, watched as he licked his lips.
"She also told me I had to quit working here, could never see you again."
"Yet, here you are."
He nodded.
"Want to undress me?"
"Oh yes," he says.
"Get on your knees, and don't use your hands…"