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.
Mira eventually let me go back to my life for a day. I came back home and didn't tell a thing to my wife, Lyla. What would I tell her? That I fucked a woman twice my age and her maid and can't stop thinking about going back to her?
So I just told my wife I was tired and went to sleep. The next day I want to work as usual. Coffee as usual. Midday I got a text from Mira. She told me tonight's a big night and that I have to come.
I waited for this exact message and when it came I had conflicting emotions – arousal on the one hand and fear on the other. What am I going to tell my wife? How can I continue living this double life for long?
Mira asked me to leave work at five, so I did. She waited outside the café with the car I drove yesterday. I entered the car, not bothering to buy the coffee I loved.
"Hi dear", she said, "I'm so happy to see you. We're going to a new place today". I didn't even think of asking where it was. All I could think of was touching her again, seeing her elderly breasts, so soft and smooth yet so different from what I knew so far.
We reached another villa in the suburbs. She parked the car, and we entered the villa's garden, walking toward the door.
"This is Clarissa's house", she said. "if you enjoyed yesterday, you are going to doubly enjoy today". She touched my groin, sensing my hard-on, and smiled, knowing I was hers.
A woman opened the door for us. She was one of the women I used to see in the cafe with Mira.
"Clarissa!", said Mira and hugged her friend. They kissed each other's cheeks. Then Clarissa turned to me.
"You look even better up close. Thank you for coming – we are going to have so much fun!".
We entered the house, both women on my sides, touching my groin and buttocks, further arousing me. When we reached the bedroom, they started removing my clothes. Clarissa stood in front of me, and kissed me hard, her tongue aggressive in my mouth. She had a plump body under her clothes.
My erection was visible between us when I was naked. Clarissa took her clothes off. She was totally different from Mira. Where Mira was athletic and trim, Clarissa was fat. Mira's breasts were firm, while Clarissa's were stretched and loose. Mira's belly was flat, while Clarissa's was surrounded by fat tires. Her body looked very much the 65 years old she was.
But I was horny, and Mira's naked breasts suddenly pressed to my back. We all went to bed together, and I kissed Clarissa. Mira stroked my lower back while I kissed and teased Clarissa's stretched breasts. I kneaded Clarissa's fats, and she moaned with pleasure.
Clarissa pushed my head down, wanting me to lick her slit. When I got there, it seemed to be a very active area. It was wet and juicy, and Clarissa cried out when I pleased her with my tongue.
"You're doing good boy! Gooooood!", I heard her scream. I kept on doing it, feeling Mira's hands in my body, moving from my buttocks to my balls and back. As her fingers brushed my anus, I felt a strange sensation. My arousal seemed to grow at that touch.
"Get inside me, boy!", cried Clarissa and Mira flicked my cheeks as I rose to comply. My cock entered the wet pussy. I was in ecstasy now. I didn't know such an old and fat body could elicit arousal in me.
Clarissa came, having been on the verge of my tongue playing with her hot slit. I came a few seconds later, spending myself inside her. I lay on top of her, feeling her fast heartbeat.
"That was quite the show", said Mira, who was sitting at the edge of the bed, posing very temptingly. Although I was spent, I felt my cock responding to the sight of her wonderful body.
It took another 30 minutes to satisfy Mira, after which I was ready to cum. She asked Clarissa to give me a blow job. Right before I came, Mira asked me to cum on Clarissa's breasts and face. I complied and Clarissa spread my semen on her skin as if she would a balm.
"It helps rejuvenate the skin", explained Mira.
Clarissa's eyes shone when we said our goodbyes. When we entered the car I was hoping Mira would tell me she had another meeting in mind for tomorrow.
"Wait for my message tomorrow, dear", she told me when she dropped me not far away from my house. I got just in time for dinner.
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