Just What the Newly Divorced MILF Needs
I was sitting in my kitchen drinking some coffee and holding the papers I never thought I’d see. My divorce was now final.
My husband had cheated on me with a girl who was barely old enough to be our daughter. “She just does something for me,” he told me as he walked out nine months ago. The entire process from when he first mentioned it was nearly a year before.
I was pissed. I had kept myself in decent shape, just not yoga instructor shape.
I had started taking better care of myself, and I was now probably in the best shape of my life, or at least the last dozen years. But it couldn’t stop the divorce.
What was worse was that two days ago I ran into my ex and that little tramp. Her belly was protruding… I figured she was at least six or seven months pregnant.
It should have pissed me off, but it didn’t. She wasn’t the type that glowed. Instead, that poor girl blew up like a balloon, and there was my husband, checking me out. But he had made his bed, literally.
Yet, when I went home, I realized I was still all alone, and he… well, he had “little miss knocked-up, big as a whale, yoga instructor”. While he might be regretting his decision now, it didn't make me any less alone.
Yesterday I had a friend over. She knew what was coming, so she tried to cheer me up. She went through it herself. The problem was, I just wasn’t feeling it.
As she left, she paused at the door. “Can I tell you what I did to get over it when Bob left me?”
“I just went out and found some guy who wanted to fuck me. I just needed to hate-fuck him, and let me start over. Once I got it out of my system, I went and found what I was looking for a second time. But I needed someone to make me feel… wanted… desirable… horny… and while sex with yourself is good, you need something that isn’t battery-operated between your legs.”
I blushed and was in a bit of shock. Vicky’s husband had left her 10 years ago, and she had been with Roger for eight. I didn’t realize she went through that stage… She always seemed so put together. Just find a guy whom I could use, then toss away. I just didn’t know if I could find someone at my age.
As she left, I went up into the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. I looked better than I had in the last ten or fifteen years. But to get a guy… where would I even find one? Especially if I wanted one that wasn't and old frumpy guy... I needed something exciting.
A week ago I had gone to a nursery and ordered a bunch of plants. The knock of their delivery driver awoke me from my self-aggrandizing stupor.
I went out and showed them where to put everything. As the guys put my plants out, I wondered if they were the type of guys who would use a quick fling… but they didn’t seem to even pay attention to me. They were focused on the task at hand, unfortunately.
I had hired a couple of college guys to help me plant everything. They would be coming over in a few hours, so I got ready. As I was waiting for them, I thought, maybe I should put something nicer on. Something to show off my body. After all, college guys are always horny and would check me out, right? I had to know if I “still had it.”
I put on some short shorts… well, for my age. My ass wasn’t hanging out of them, but it was close.I also had a tight midriff shirt which showed off my toned stomach and enhanced tits. Something my husband insisted upon, and I relented… and yet he still left me for that little bitch.
Well, now was the time for my payback.
The guys knocked on the door, and I answered. They were both gentlemen, trying not to stare, but throwing glances my way when they thought I wasn't looking. Maybe I will have an answer today.
We set out to work, putting everything in the ground. It was tough work, but we were making good progress. Before long, everything had been planted, and I asked them to come inside so I could pay them.
I thanked them as I handed them each the cash I had promised. They were going to leave when I asked if they would like something to eat and drink.
I had some small sandwiches already made up, and ice-cold tea.
We made small talk as we ate. They finished and stood.
“Before you leave, and I ask a question?” I paused for a moment. “Am I what you’d call a MILF?”
“Yeah, I thought that’s what you all called it - a mother I’d like to fuck?”
I think I surprised them. They weren't expecting someone my age to use the word "fuck". At least, not with a smile.
“Yeah, we call it that. I... we just didn’t think you’d know that term,” Jeff said.
I smiled even bigger, trying to give them the hint.
I told them how my husband had left me, and I was wondering if guys would find me desirable.
“Well, since I’m newly single, I was thinking I might need to start working again. And since I’ve been without companionship for… well… too long, I thought I might solve both problems with one solution, if you know what I mean.”
Well, the guys didn’t understand. I think all the blood was flowing to their second brain as I noticed them checking me out, and not being so subtle about it.
“Well, since you think I could qualify as a MILF, I thought about becoming a porn star. That way I can get laid and get paid. But some sites I looked at said I needed an audition tape, and I wasn’t sure if I could qualify. Since you both think I could… I was wondering… could you help me audition?”
“Well, if one of you could video me… with the other one, and then we could swap. I’m sure they want to see me with more than one guy, if you know what I mean.”
The two guys looked at one another. “Who would go first?”
“You OK watching me?” Tommy asked.
“It would be literal porn in real life. I think I can handle it.”
The guys talked amongst themselves for a little longer, and finally agreed. This would be so much better than having to use a tripod, in my opinion.
“Why not,” I said, taking my top off and exposing my breasts to the two of them.
That got the guys thinking with only their dicks, and they quickly followed me up the stairs.
“Strip,” I ordered them. I kind of enjoyed being in control like this.
They both stripped naked and tried not to look at one another, which was easier when they could focus on me. I pulled my shorts down, and then my panties, so all three of us were naked. For the first time, I was feeling a little uneasy about this, but I was going to be OK. I told myself as I saw two stiff members pointed right at me.
“Tommy, why don’t you come sit down on the bed,” I said, handing Jeff my phone. “Since this is my audition, I should climb on top of you. That way they can see what I can do.”
I climbed onto his lap, facing away from him. I looked down at this thick dick and knew it would feel good, stretching me in ways I’ve never been stretched before. Luckily, I was already nice and wet, having been naked with these two guys for a few minutes, and thinking about what we’re about to do for the last 30.
I smiled as I took his dick in my hand. It was nice and stiff. I looked right into the camera and licked my lips, before looking down to help aim it at my pussy.
I slowly slid down his staff, and my eyes grew wide as he stretched me open.
Tommy was a gentleman and didn’t work to thrust up inside of me. Instead he let me go at my own pace.
As I bottomed out, I let out a moan.
He reached around and played with my clit, which felt extra good. I was so glad someone had shown him that already. My husband never would, and so this college boy was already better than someone who had 20 years of experience on him.
I started riding him up and down, and he worked to thrust in and out of me. And while he was thick, his dick was only average, and that led to him popping out a couple of times. He’d slap my pussy with his cock, as he aimed it back in, and started to fuck me again.
I loved feeling that heavy cock slapping my needy pussy. Teasing me before he thrust back inside me. Using me... as I used him.
I let him fuck me, and he moved his hands up to my tits. I knew guys loved my tits, and he was no exception.
I was about to cum as he fucked me with his fat cock, and he asked where he should cum.
“Cum in me,” I begged him as I orgasmed.
He gladly shot his load inside of me, and I made sure Jeff got a close-up of Tommy’s cum leaking out of my pussy, while I played with myself.
Jeff was still rock hard when I asked him to turn off the camera.
I turned and kissed Tommy. “Thanks for that,” I said. “I needed that.”
“Happy to help you audition,” he said.
“Yeah, the audition,” I said, remembering how I got him to fuck me.
I turned and looked at Jeff.
“Well, my pussy’s a mess,” I said. It looked like he would be okay with sloppy seconds, but then I continued, “So maybe you can just fuck my ass. Would you like that?”
I saw a look of shock on his face.
“I guess girls don’t ask you for that, do they?”
“Ever fucked a girl in the ass before?”
“I bet you've asked a lot..."
“Then I can’t wait to be your first.”
Jeff was a little more shy, but I didn’t care. His dick was long and thin, and would be great for shoving up my ass.
I pulled out some lube and made sure Tommy got a good shot of me lubing up that cock. I then lay on my back and invited him over.
I pulled my legs back and angled them so he could see my cute little asshole.
“Fuck my ass,” I told him, as Tommy held the camera behind him so it looked like a POV shot.
I braced for the intruder, as I had never had anal myself, but it was easier than I expected.
“Oh, that’s it, fuck my ass,” I said to him as he pushed inside of me. I was being extra dirty for him… for me.
I rubbed my pussy as he watched, while he fucked my ass. It was new for both of us, and surprisingly, I liked it. I really liked it.
I was soon cumming as I rubbed my pussy. That orgasm didn’t just hit me, it grew within me. I had never experienced anything like it, as I felt a pressure growing, till I squirted for the first time.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Jeff said, starting to fuck my poor little ass even faster.
And that I loved even more. I couldn’t explain it as I came and came, squirting and making a mess. I knew what it was. I just never knew I could do it.
And as I did it, I fucking talked like a sailor. I was cursing with pleasure, begging for him to keep fucking me, and he did. He didn’t care about the mess, and neither did I at that point.
I came so hard I nearly passed out.
“Fuck,” I said, now fully out of breath. “If I fucking new it was that good, I would have given up my ass years ago,” I said, blushing just a little.
Tommy lowered my phone. My confession was firmly caught on the recording, and now I was blushing for all different reasons.
“So, did you get everything you needed?” Jeff asked me.
“Well, I mean, yes, I guess…” I looked away. “I mean, there are always more things to do and try.” I paused. “I mean, who knows what they want to see in the audition.”
“Well, we know you were great. We just wanted you to shine,” Tommy said.
I think Jeff saw there was more.
“We could always help keep you… busy… and it doesn’t have to be for an audition if you don't want.”
“Wait, you would… just because?”
“Well, you are a MILF,” he reminded with a smile, slapping his dick on my used pussy that covered him as I squirted.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d tell all my friends forever that I helped with your audition, as I know you’d be popular. But if that’s not what you want, I’m sure we could help get you want you need. And we'll keep it as discrete as you'd like.”
“I think I need a shower,” I told them.
“Just be forewarned, being in a shower with your sexy naked body… I will have a hard time keeping my hands to myself.”
“I’d be disappointed if you did,” I said with a smile.
The three of us showered together, and yes, they had their hands all over me. And soon they took me to bed, and the two of them pleased me at the same time. I had forgotten how quickly a young man can recover.
That summer, the two of them kept me busy. Sometimes one on one, sometimes they worked together. Every week they were with me multiple times, often multiple times a day. I loved it… except for the week my daughter surprised me. She had a week off from her internship for the holiday.
I quickly texted the boys not to come over until I told them it was all clear.
I thought everything would be fine until I found Jeff in my house early one morning. “I told you not to come over while my daughter is here…” I said. “Wait, how did you get it?”
I was looking very sheepish, and that’s when I saw my daughter. She as in the kitchen making some toast, while wearing only a t-shirt that wasn’t as long as I would have liked with a boy over.
“I didn’t know who she was,” he said in a near whisper. “And when she invited me back to her place, I was cool, until I saw it was yours… and what was I supposed to say… I can’t because I’m doing your mom?”
“So you had to have sex with my daughter?”
“Yeah… no… wait… there’s no right answer, is there?”
I just shook my head. My daughter was an adult. I just didn’t think she’d be into one-night stands.
“Just don’t hurt her,” I warned him. “Or I’ll,” I made a motion like I was crushing his balls, and he got the message.
My daughter saw us and walked over.
“This is Jeff… he was just…”
“Yeah, I think I know what he was doing,” I said.
“I thought he’d be gone before you got up…”
“Um, hmm. Just be careful, you two. You’re both adults, but I’d hate to have to hunt him down because he disrespected you.”
“Oh, he was very good,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
I knew just how good he could be, and I was a little envious. I knew he wasn’t mine, but I liked to think he could have been. I just nodded, turned, and left.
I heard my daughter invite him back upstairs. Clearly she liked him and what he did to her as much as I liked what he did to me.
That week he spent more time with her than I would have liked. But I wasn't one to control either of them.
The Sunday she left, he stopped by.
“Do you want me to stop… with you? I would understand.”
“Are you dating my daughter?”
“No. It was mutual, but casual.”
I just nodded. I liked it for me, but not my daughter… but she is her mother’s daughter, so I understood.
I didn’t make him stop seeing me, and we even went upstairs right after we talked to show we were good with what was going on. It was weird fucking the boy my daughter screwed as well, but something was oddly sexy about it.
The summer ended too soon, and Jeff and Tommy both had to head back to school. We had fucked hundreds of times at least...
I should have been disgusted, but instead I was feeling satisfied, even if I never got up the nerve to ask them to invite some more friends over so I could try out a gang bang. I knew that would get it out of my system, but I just had that desire left inside of me.
My daughter got a job in the town where they went to school, and soon she told me she was back with the guy she met back home.
“I don’t need to hear about your hookups,” I told her.
“We’re actually dating now. Have been for a while, and it’s getting serious. I think he might be the one. That's why I wanted to talk to you... so you didn't think I was some floosy...”
I thought about that. I never thought of her as a floosy. If anything, I was the slut. And she'd know it if she knew even half the things I did that summer.
Should I tell her all the naughty things I had done with her boyfriend? How would she respond to him? What would she think of me?
Maybe some things should just be a naughty little family secret.
I kept agreeing as I heard her talk. I knew that tone of voice. I had it when I met her dad… the louse with the 22 year old yoga instructor he knocked up. She lost her figure, but maybe she was still flexible…. Who knows? All I know is he had one young thing, barely our daughter’s age, and I had two. So I counted it as a win.
The only thing was, I felt like I needed another young thing, or two, to play with. Now where to find them?
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