Sex Stories Older Women Novels & Stories

Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it. “I have standards, Lora. I don't sleep with just any guy.” She scoffed, flipping back her hair. “What do you think about older guys?” She pulled back, as if she hadn't heard me right. There was silence, just as the smell of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air. She finally opened her mouth to speak. “I don't fuck with them.. they have bad blood.” I almost choked, finding her words silly. “What does that even mean?”

I moved from the side of the bed I was kneeling on and crossed over to the other side of her body. Now nothing was blocking the camera’s view of Sasha. I settled behind her. My hands wove to the front as I grabbed her boobs while I freed myself of my boxers. I was so scared I didn’t think I would be able to stick it in until I cum, but I knew this was going to be a really good video. I would love it when I watch it again, it would excite me and maybe I could show it to a few friends, just a glimpse. The guys would lose their minds if they knew I fucked the Victoria's Secret model my old man was married to.

As we entered the restaurant she was a couple strides ahead of me and I again admired her tasteful dress, trim body and sweet ass. We were seated promptly in a cozy booth in the corner. We ordered another wine and beer and when the drinks arrived, Lena proposed a toast to my future success and happiness, and then I toasted her with something just as lame. Then, after a couple of minutes of idle chit-chat and talking about the menu we had both seen a dozen times, she finally got around to what I knew was coming. “So,” Lena said, lowering her voice. “Tell me about these older women you’re fucking.”

Every time Max twisted his finger, I would do the same, imagining that he was doing it to mine. As Max leaned down to bite her breast, his hand squeezed hard, causing her chest to swell as if she were challenging Max to do more. Damn. I was getting more and more turned on by the touch on my private parts, especially when I started squeezing my breasts, which were getting harder. I needed someone to bite me the way Max was biting the woman’s nipple. I needed the same touch on my pussy. And I also needed someone to kiss my lips as hard as that. I slowly opened my eyes when I heard footsteps heading toward the bathtub. Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed

Even though they participated, they didn't have much desire, she was already a grandmother, but due to plastic surgery and exercise, she was a preserved woman who had 50 years of life, full of adventures and a great experience in sex. This happened more than fifty years ago, since then, she would do anything, do everything, and have a male harem at her feet, which also included other women and men of all ages. Harmful random sexual relationships with several men of different ages, putting their greatest dark desires on the screen, hoping that no one would find out, she would not be defamed, just called Fairy Erotic, with an avatar of a naked and busty fairy, she said everything the possible

“And here I thought you meant he was as strong as an ox.” “I meant you, boy. When are you going to start dating again?” “When the right time comes.” “Right time, pfft.” The old woman scoffs. “You’re in your forties. If you keep waiting for the right time, then you’ll be sitting like a miserable fool instead of having all that wild, brain-scrambling sex with some hot, young thing.”

All I could do was reach around and feel her tits. Val started to suck my cock. So now Val was blowing me, I was feeling Linda's big tits, kneading Gail's firm butt, and fondling Kathy's tits, while Gail and Kathy humped my leg. Between kisses, I looked at Gail's and Kathy's and Linda's faces. Their hair was messed up. I could see some gray at the roots. Their make-up was smeared. I could see some creases in their skin. I had this brief realization that these weren't girls my age I was kissing and "loving." They had some stretch marks, a little sag here and there, and even a little scar or two. They were middle-aged women who'd lived over twice as long as I had, were adult women before I was

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather. Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.

I would have no choice as several men stood around me feeding me their cocks, not letting me go until they were all satisfied but deep down I would be loving every lick and suck of a dick. My wife and I had sex two to three times a month, so I can't complain too much. I still find her attractive but it seems she is losing her desire to have sex as she gets older. I don't know if menopause has something to do with it or not or if it's just a natural part of getting older. Her blow jobs are more mechanical now, almost like it's a requirement before intercourse. I can't complain because it's more than what Peter's wife will do. I can't imagine being married to a woman that won't suck my dick at

After having sex with me. I had dated married men before, when I was in my twenties. And felt nothing. Infact I enjoy being the side chick. But now, I was getting mature. I was a lady. Getting myself involved in a sexual intercourse with another woman's husband made me felt gross. Hell, I was too old for all this. I was thirty-three. Seven years away from fourthy.