A young married man is being seduced by a group of elderly women. He finds himself addicted to his daily meetings and explores desires he didn't know he had.
I was a handsome young man back then, fit and trim and happily married. Near my work, there was a stylish café that I passed twice a day – on my way to and from work – and bought their delicious homemade coffee and chocolate chips cookies.
Every day, on my way home, there was a group of elderly women sitting in the café. They were well kept and meticulously dressed for their age. Some of them were really hot, making sure to accentuate their feminine charms with cleavages, short blouses, and tight skirts and pants.
One evening, as I was leaving the café towards the bus station, I saw one of them outside; she was bent over, holding the wall. It was one of the hot ones, and the lower part of her butt cheeks showed up as she bent over. Her short gray hair made her look like an old action movie star.
She seemed in distress and I went over to see what was wrong. I stayed a bit late at work today, and at this hour most people in this work district were already gone, so there weren't many people to offer help around.
"Is everything alright?", I asked. She turned her head slowly as if in pain.
"Oh, I don't know what happened. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my back and I was stuck."
"Can I help you?", I asked politely, pretty certain she'll tell me to call someone.
"Do you mind escorting me to my car? It is just around the corner."
I graciously agreed, passing the coffee box with the cookie to my left hand and using my right hand to support her. We started limping together towards her car.
"Thank you young man. I'm Mira". As we limped together I could smell her perfume and Shampoo, and feel her body brushing mine. Her V cleavage was very generous and from my position supporting her, I could see her breasts with little room for imagination. At some point, she adjusted her pose and my hand brushed a hard nipple. I could feel something in me harden, and I tried to suppress it.
My coffee fell with a splash on the sidewalk. She apologized for this and I assured her helping her was more important than any cup of coffee.
We reached the car and she asked me to drive. She claimed she couldn't drive in her state, I would also be a big help for her to get into her house and she will order a taxi for me to get back home after she compensated me by making me a new cup of coffee at her home.
We reached her home. It was a big villa in the suburbs with a big yard that caused to houses in the street to feel almost isolated. I parked in the driveway near the villa's doors. The house was impressive, I noticed, as I helped her up the steps to her house.
We entered the house and I helped her to the first room near the door. It was a bedroom with a double bed on which she lay with a sigh of relief.
"Do you mind going to the kitchen? My maid is there, and she will prepare some coffee for us. It is the third door to the right from the main hallway".
I left her in bed and went to the kitchen as instructed. The house was even more impressive on the inside – and a maid! This woman must be rich.
I reached the kitchen and saw the maid. She was a lovely Hispanic woman. A bit full in several areas, but she had a warm face and smile. She didn't seem surprised to see me. I told her Mira asked for some coffee and she told me to wait in the room with Mira as she prepared it for us.
When I got to the bedroom, I saw Mira under the covers, her clothes thrown to a corner of the room. All of her clothes. Her breasts showed beneath the blanket she held, in a strange gesture of modesty from a woman who just undressed when a stranger was in her house.
"Come, sit with me", she said. I complied and sat on the edge of the bed, conscious of my erection. Mira noted it too, looking at the bulge in my pants. She smiled and dropped the blanket from her hands, fully exposing her breasts and flat belly.
"Would you like to come closer?", she asked. I was dumbfounded and embarrassed. I was a married man, and Mira could have been my mother. Then I thought the maid saved me. I heard her enter the room, holding a tray with steaming cups and cookies. When I looked at her I understood I was doomed. She was naked, her extra fat making her body even more sensual.
While the maid distracted me, Mira attached her body to me, brushing the bulge in my pants.
"Do you like what Valentina has to offer?", she asked me.
Valentina put the tray on a small table near the bed, and approached me, her D-cup breasts hovering before my face. She stroked my head and pushed my head gently towards her soft and attractive figure, and my face touched her breasts. My tongue was out even before I could think about it, licking her big hard nipple.
I felt Mira handling my belt, removing my pants. Valentina pushed me back with her breasts, and I felt myself falling onto the bed. She raised my legs to remove my pants and underwear. Mira pulled my shirt off too and it completed the first step of my damnation. I was naked with two beautiful women, and they aroused me beyond my capability to resist their temptation.
Mira stroked my chest and face while Valentina stroked my fully erect cock. I felt Valentina's slit brushing the tip of my cock, as she settled on me for a ride. She used her hand and helped me enter her. Mira moved to sit on her knees above my face and aimed her slit towards my nose, using it to rub her already wet pussy and clitoris.
I was lost in a wave of passion and lust, the two women making a sex toy out of me. Mira's slit brushed against my lips and my tongue sprang out to please her.
The sex went on for many minutes, both women riding me – one on my face the other riding my cock.
Mira cumming first made me proud of my tongue games expertise. My cock rubbed against the wet inside of her slit as she moved. I couldn't take it anymore and came inside her. She didn't care and kept her circular motions, breathing hard as she neared her climax. She came a few seconds later.
I realized we fell asleep only when I woke up. Mira was there beside me, but Valentina was nowhere in sight. I thought of getting up and leaving – my wife was waiting for me at home. I didn't even know what time it was.
Mira's hand caught mine while I tried to get up.
"Where do you think you're going?", she asked. At that moment I didn't know what she had in store for me, but I knew my fate was sealed.
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