I flicker a weak smile across the festively decorated sitting room, making brief eye contact with my intoxicated husband, who casts a somewhat disinterested glance back at me from his well-worn spot by the punch bowl. When a trickle of sperm springs loose and begins to ooze down my vaginal canal, I actually giggle to myself and proceed to push my muscular, tanned thighs together under my leather mini-dress. “Whoops!” I feel my face flush slightly, but I don't miss a beat in the flirty conversation with this new group of young studs from Graham's university wrestling team.
What a welcome surprise it was when Graham brought these young hunks from his team to brighten up our usually droll annual holiday party. I smile greedily to myself, just as I hear a raucous belch come from the direction of my now unsteady husband. Steve smiles and pats his generous midsection, making it jiggle, as his factory buddies laugh at his unapologetic lack of class.
Meanwhile, the chiseled young Adonis I am now flirting with is again letting his eyes slip to my generous cleavage, but with bolder confidence now. I hazard a guess that one of his teammates has already leaked the intel about our awkward group session downstairs in the rec room, not ten minutes ago. ”One minute she is serving us appetizers with a smile, and the next minute, she is down on her knees servicing us with that sexy mouth!" I imagine one of them saying. Surprise, surprise!
As long as it doesn’t get back to Graham, I am thrilled to have something naughty to occupy me, as Steve get blitzed and makes a fool of himself. Despite the risks involved, or maybe because of them, it gives me a pleasant tingle to know that I am still sexy enough to turn on and roll with young studs like this. And as each of them, in turn, twitched and dumped their generous loads of sperm into my mouth and pussy, I also felt vindicated. Fuck Steve! Fuck me! That drunken slob I call my husband doesn't know what he is missing. And after all, it is the season to be jolly! I never expected to be the party slut at our Christmas party, but when I saw these young bucks stride through the door... Well, I couldn’t help myself!
As I move to excuse myself to tend to "leaking matters" in the restroom, I brush my hand lightly along "Adonis's" muscular shoulders. “Mmmm, your muscles are so hard!” I tease. Probably not the only thing that is hard on him at the moment, I ponder. I squeeze past my husband, who is in the middle of telling the same pathetic hunting story he tells at every gathering. He is oblivious to me as I brush by, but his friends are smiling as I nudge my way past them. Their eyes flit down to the jiggle of my cleavage, and I add extra bounce to my step, to add to their Christmas merriment.
Before I manage to squeeze completely through the crowd, though, I feel a bigger release between my legs. Oh no! I gasp and glance down to see a considerable dollop of semen splat right next to my husbands foot. My embarrassment is quickly replaced by inner hilarity, and I start laughing. That my oblivious buffoon of a husband might soon be slipping on the blended sperm of two young, satisfied studs, half my age, leaves me with a very persistent case of the giggles as I continue shuffling through to the restroom.
After I rinse my nether regions of the remainder of the sperm pumped deep into me earlier, I fix my makeup and reapply the spent lipstick that has been transferred to the lips and penises of three young wrestlers. I adjust my full breasts in the mirror and give myself a wink. "You do the sexy milf slut thing really well, Mrs. Salinsky!" I whisper. What a pleasant Christmas surprise for me! Would it be greedy for me to seek out a round two? There are so many well-sculpted young men here tonight! When would I get a chance like this again?
As I am serving a third round of appetizers, my son Graham stops me with my tray, and leans down to whisper in my ear. I hesitate, feeling a pang of guilt. Surely one of his teammates would not tell him about the downstairs antics of his horny mother! "The guys are having a great time, Mom. Sorry about not telling you that I was bringing them tonight," He apologizes, and gives me an affectionate peck on the cheek. Then he looks me over and adds, “They can help themselves, mom. You don't have to spend your whole evening serving them." I exhale slowly and turn my glance playfully to the teammate beside Graham, Claude, the one who spurted a huge load of sperm into my hungry mouth not long before. Claude's hungry eyes are fixed on my tits, and I pleasantly recall the impressive girth of his erect cock.
"No problem at all, Graham," I smile to Graham, and both he and Claude grab a shrimp off my tray and down it. "I love serving your teammates. They are so appreciative, which is more than I can say for some people.” I regret the obvious reference to Graham’s father, so I quickly add, “Besides, it’s nice to have a chance to get to know your teammates better … a bit more intimately.” Claude coughs on his shrimp and covers his mouth.
"Easy, Claude," I tease. "There's plenty more to sample this evening." Claude smiles warily through teary eyes, and I feel the warm tingle between my legs return. This Christmas surprise keeps getting better and better! I am intoxicated by this game, on a lot of levels.
I laid my tray down in the kitchen, just as I hear a crash coming from the parlour. When I get there, they have already helped my apologetic husband to his feet and into a chair, where he is guffawing with his buddies, who are now clapping at his performance. He catches my dagger stare and shouts out, "I know, Emma, I know! I'm switching to light beer now!" His friends roar again, but I just smile politely back at him, allowing my accusatory look to fade into pleasant apathy.
"You are the one who will have to live with yourself tomorrow, Steve. "
"Don't get mad, Emma. I just lost my balance. I'm fine," Steve slurs. His friends unsuccessfully suppress their laughter, and two of them turn their backs to me to attempt to hide their mirth.
"I'm not mad, Steve. I am actually having a great time getting to know Graham's teammates. They are so enthusiastic!"
Upon hearing this reply, one of Steve’s buddies turns and says something under his breath to another, and I can make out “I’ll bet…” and “those tits”. Little do they know!
I don my "concerned wife" look. "Just be careful, Steve,” I offer, though my main concern is that he not embarrass Graham. Personally, I am beyond embarrassment with Steve. I suppose if Graham finds out I am fucking his teammates at our Christmas party, that would be more embarrassing for him than his dad passing out at said party. Oh well. "Happy dysfunctional family Christmas, son!" I lament, as I turn on my three-inch heels to exit.
“Don’t worry, we'll take care of him, Emma!” one of his friends yells, punching Steve in the shoulder, which makes his partially-exposed belly jiggle again. They all laugh. "You just go take care of your other guests.”
“I will do just that. Am I not a good host, boys?" I smile innocently at two of the wrestlers that were in the rec room with me. The two young men freeze, looking very sheepish indeed. I am relishing my boldness. I can’t help picturing these two naked again, their sinewy bodies flexing with each thrust into me, making my body rock with each pump of their powerful torsos.
After a pause, the taller Latin one replies, "You're the best host ever, Mrs. Salinsky!" I smile, turn again, and saunter away, admittedly pissed at my stupid husband, despite myself, but very much enjoying the cat-and-mouse game I am playing. And it just might be time to catch another mouse or two. Purrr!
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Adonis's real name is Richard, and I can tell his eyes are fixated on the sway of my generous but shapely caboose, as I lead him and his partner, who is a very talented 170 lb. NCAA South Central champion, down to the rec room. I have asked them both to help me move a few things. They willingly accept the task, but have shocked looks when we arrive. I close the door, and ask them to take off their shirts.
"This will be a lot of work, boys, so best you remove those shirts. I don’t want them ripped or stained.” Then I wink at them, “Besides, what woman would not want to get a closer look at those muscles of yours?”
They laugh awkwardly to each other, but simultaneously slide out of the wonky Christmas sweaters they are wearing. I take my time scanning the muscular definition of their chests, shoulders and arms. So much muscle! So much power! So much youth! I guide them over to the 98 inch T.V. that lies beside the wall. “So we just have to slide this monster onto these hooks here,” and I point to the mounts on the wall. “I will guide you.”
The two young men each take an end and lift it up with relative ease. As their attention is on the wall mounts and the back of the T.V., I take the liberty to untie the strap around my neck, letting the top of my gown fall down to rest on the top part of my generous, braless breasts. Surprise! I move to the centre of the T.V. and feign holding the bottom. “Here, let me help. Maybe just a little to the left, “ I offer, making sure to add some exertion sounds, though I am not lifting at all.
“I think we have it, Mrs. Salinsky. Just help us centre it.” After he says this, Richard ducks his head out to the front of the T.V. and catches the state of my gown. His eyes predictably go straight to my breasts, which are seventy percent exposed now, and soon to be fully exposed. Deer in the headlights. I love it.
I back up, pretending not to notice my gown, and offer my survey of the orientation of this media monster that Steve has purchased for his man cave. The boys’ eyes flit back and forth from my exposed breasts to the wall mount. Instead of just offering verbal commands, I nudge up against Steve, pretending to help. “Maybe just a little slide to the right now.” One breast is pushed up against his bulging left arm, as I pretend to push with him. I can’t help noticing how solid that arm is, as I make body contact with him.
Then I slide away and go back to my surveying position, noticing that my left nipple is now exposed, and of course, very erect. “No, it has to go back to the left a bit.” At that point, I nudge in behind Bernie and again pretend to help him slide the T.V. with him. “I can’t believe how muscular you two boys are. You must work out every day!” I offer admiringly, as push up more tightly against Bernie, offering unnecessary (but necessary!!) assistance. Then I once again return to my surveying position. Now both of my erect nipples are exposed, I realize, through my peripheral vision.
“I think you have it, boys. I wish there was something I could do to thank you?” I offer coyly. Both shirtless boys stand with their muscles bulging from the exertion, mouths open, staring at my exposed breasts. “Those fit bodies of yours come in very handy. My husband has a bad back, so he is not much help with this kind of thing.” They glance at each other, and seem conflicted on whether to let me know that my gown has now fallen below my breasts. Surely they can’t think that I don’t know that I am flashing them.
Time to move in for this prize. I can't believe what a nasty married slut I am. "You two must be very popular with the girls at school, with bodies and looks like that!” I tease. The line is cast.
Richard clears his throat, and attempts to say something, but only a rather humorous, unintelligible grunt emerges. His eyes are flitting quickly between my eyes and my breasts. Bernie comes to the rescue. He has a wry smile on his face, a knowing smile. "Actually, with schoolwork and all the travel we do with the team, Mrs. Salinsky, that doesn’t leave much time for girls.” His eyes do not dance as Richard’s do. He has them unapologetically fixated on my exposed breasts. There is a knowing, lustful hunger in his eyes.
“Well, that is certainly a shame. Young, healthy men like you need regular release. I read that if too much sperm and testosterone build up, bad things can happen.” Richard’s eyes widen at this comment. A noticeable bulge is now straining his slacks. It looks like a very sizeable bulge. Mmmmmm. I know that Bernie does not buy my fabricated motherly concern, though. He is ready to pounce, while Richard is still in shock. At that point, I finally pretend to notice my gown.
“Oh my!” I very slowly make motions to pull up the straps on my gown. “How embarrassing! Here I am, exposing myself to you two! I’m so sorry, boys!” But I am very slow to lift the fabric back up over my nipples, letting it dangle as I smile at them.
“No problem at all, Mrs. Salinsky,” Bernie replies mischievously, “We were actually enjoying the view!” I see a pronounced bulge has now formed in his cargo pants as well.
“Oh you were, were you?” I laugh, still not having fully covered my breasts. “That’s very naughty of you! You’d almost think I was some horny milf trying to come on to you two or something.”
“Almost.” Bernie retorts.
I’m made now for sure. But these two look delicious. I can feel the warm wetness building under my gown again. My exposed nipples are now fully erect, and not just because of their exposure to the air. I feel sexy and alive as I smile coyly.
“Well, guilty as charge, boys. I guess I am just a horny 'milf.' I'm not sure I like that term, ‘Mother I’d Like to Fuck’. I think it is such a crude term. But Mrs. Salinsky is horny pretty much all the time these days, and you two haven’t helped me at ALL with that problem!“
At that, I let the material in my hand go, and the top of my gown falls down below my large breasts again. I can’t help question myself if these two are O.K. with the slight sag in my large breasts. After two kids, and a two-cup size increase over the past decade, their bulk and bounce has definitely increased, with the effects of gravity inevitable. But with the fitness regimen I maintain, I am confident that my body can still captivate young men like this, despite my forty-six years. The three young men earlier in the evening certainly didn’t have any complaints.
“Just give us the word, and we can help you any way you’d like, Mrs. Salinsky.“ Bernie moves in and his large, strong fingers wrap gently around my exposed breast. His other arm wraps around my waist and he draws me in for a kiss. I meet his lips, open my mouth, and feel his tongue wandering inside my mouth, as his fingers lightly caress my exposed breast. I feel his bulge pushing against me. Meanwhile, Richard is wide-eyed, watching, not knowing what to do.
“She is Graham’s mother, Bernie! This isn’t right!” Bernie continues his passionate kissing and caressing movements. Bernie offers Richard a quick glance, but continues, and I feel his hand starting to slide my gown down further. But Richard continues, "Maybe you are just drunk, Mrs. S.?"
I break our passionate kiss and turn to face Richard. He can’t help looking down at my tits, despite his objections. “Don’t worry, Richard. I am definitely not drunk. My husband is the drunk, remember. I know exactly what I want. I enjoy good sex, wild sex and fucking young, well-constructed specimens like you two. Your friend Graham's mom is a slut. Now, do you two want to fuck me before we go up and rejoin the Christmas party or not? Don’t worry about Graham! Just don’t tell him anything, for Christ’s sake. I’m sure my son keeps lots of secrets from me. Is the fact that his mother enjoys young cocks so bad? My husband has not been interested in fucking me for years, boys. Do you think that is fair? Steve is lucky if he can FIND the bed, most nights, or find his shrivelled cock under that enormous belly.” I wonder if I've said too much. I hope my venting hasn’t spoiled the mood I was working so hard to create.