mature xxx

I arrived home from work to find my son’s 22 year old friend Tim sitting in the driveway. Several years ago this would have been quite normal, as Tim and my only son Josh had been inseparable. They had met in kindergarten and had been best mates ever since. My family had sort of adopted Tim as he came from a troubled family background and had left home at a very young age. However, I hadn’t seen a lot of Tim since Josh had taken a job interstate and Tim moved in with his girlfriend Tanya.

As I parked my car in the garage and walked over to Tim, I was surprised to notice how thin he looked. He was a tall lad, probably six foot two, and had always been trim, but now he looked so thin it made me wonder what was the matter. I walked over to him and he smiled but somehow the smile didn’t reach his brown eyes. He followed me inside and sat in the lounge room, I told him to make himself at home and make a cool drink for himself while I went and had a shower.

As I stood under the cool water, I found myself thinking about Tim, but not Tim my son’s mate, but Tim the man. I was rather startled to find myself thinking like this. Although my husband had died several years earlier, I hadn’t exactly been celibate since then. I had had several lovers but none of them had proven very satisfying. But why was I, a 45-year woman thinking such thoughts as these about a man young enough to be my son. Indeed who was like a son to me. I gave myself a mental shake as I turned off the water and wrapped a large towel around myself and went back into my bedroom to dress. (more…)

Tina was older than me, 39, and I suppose a typical office fling. She was married, but it was pretty on the rocks. Her husband didn’t appreciate her and he was kept busy with his own wandering eye. I was a busy sales executive selling IT to large corporate clients.. It was a tough job with plenty of support required from the office base. This is where Tina came in,

My job was pretty much my life, to be on my kind of salary at the age of 24 deserved that kind of commitment. I got to go out, sure, but never really had the time for it. Most of my social life was in the office or out of the office with the people from work!

I juggled 3 major clients and they were a demanding bunch. If it weren’t for the support I got from Tina I would never have succeeded so much. Tina is about 5′ 6 with a good body, she would visit the gym 2-3 times a week after work. She had nice long legs that lead to her cute bum. Then her waste cut in before getting to her 34C chest. She had shoulder length hair that she typically tied back. Her pretty face was blessed with nice lips and blue eyes that were always notice because of her glasses. Often I would catch sight of her in the day as she bent or leant to file something or pick something up. She was worthy of a watch.
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I’m a mature 68yr old bi-sexual married male.My wife and I were ardent swingers until she became sexually inactive due to treatment for a cancer 5 years ago. Last month we went on a Med cruise which predominantly comprised of fellow retired couples. One evening we met two other couples who were travelling together both in their mid 60’s
Bob & Mary and Roy & Sue. In normal initial conversation it came out about my wife, Jean’s cancer and it’s limiting after effects.- The next day we were all having morning coffee when Bob said he was going to the computer room to check on his e-mails. About 10 minutes later I also went to join him and check on mine. On going in, I saw he was logged on to this SH site , so naturally mu opening remark was ” A great site is’nt it - found anyone interesting yet?”Well to cut a long story short it emerged that he and Roy were bi andall 4 of them were fuck buddies. Subsequently it was arranged that I would join them in their cabin that evening whilst Jean as she said,would go and have an affair with a “Gin & Tonic” whist we others enjoyed ourselves. Seemingly Sue & Mary got turned on watching Roy & Bob suck and fuck each other before they themselves joined in and finally got fucked.- The situation was though that both Bob & Roy wanted to enjoy having me whilst the two ladies wanted me to save myself and eventually fuck both of them. So,I started by giving both of them a good sucking,both were about 7″. (more…)

First I use my vibrator and rub it all over my clit and my lips. Then I get out my HUGE dildo and plunge it into my tight wet pussy. I start pumping it in and out fast and SOOO hard. When I can feel my pussy juices dripping on my ass, I plunge the vibrator in my ass nice and hard. It’s sooo awesome to feel both anal and vaginal penetration at the same time. My dildo is so big, I can feel it moving against the vibrator which causes an AWESOME orgasm. I usually orgasm twice doing this. Then I fist myself hard, sometimes so hard I bleed. It feels so good and I cum over and over again.

For as long as I can remember, I have always had a fetish for the older more mature woman. But I never thought that I would ever get to fulfill my fantasy. How wrong I was.

Her name was Tina, and she was a colleague of mine at the local supermarket. She was a big woman, with large breasts and a big bum, she was 36 and I was only 22. She had a geek pair of glasses and she was my supervisor. One weekend I was asked if I would work a night shift as we were expecting a visit from the owner. As I needed the cash I agreed and thought nothing of it.

The night arrived and we both went about completing our duties and before long we were finished. We looked at the clock and it was only 2am and we had another four hours before anyone else would be coming in to the store. We went into the cafeteria and I made some coffee and we sat and chatted. As we got talking, Tina told me about how she had split with her boyfriend after she caught him cheating on her. She was very emotional and before long she burst into tears. I got up and walked over to her and gently put my arm around her. I comforted her for a good half an hour before she stopped crying and cheered up. She apologised for her behaviour and I told her that it was ok.

She put her arms around me and gave me a hug, as she hugged me I could feel her breasts pressing against me, I could smell the shampoo in her hair, and the perfume on her neck, and I was getting turned on. She let go of me and we walked back out onto the shop floor. (more…)

Wow, I thought as I arose from bed. I can’t believe I did that last night. The experiences were amazing and I will always cherish them. You see, I am an 18 yr old man who has a thing for older women. Women who have aged a little, who appreciate a man’s body and wants and desires. Women who have grown into a little different type of body than a girl in college.

I was on the internet in a chat room talking to a few friends when I noticed that a newbie had arrived. I looked up her profile and she was amazingly gorgeous. She had a beautiful smile, bright eyes, and a body that was to die for. She was about a size 12, looking amazingly sexy, with large breasts and nice hips that I knew were hiding a great ass. I decided to say hello, and to my surprise, she responded.

I found out her name was Tina, she had just turned 32, and she had one daughter. She lived about twenty minutes from me. She was a beautiful Mexican woman and I told her I would love to meet her sometime. She said she would rather get to know me first. (more…)

I love watching porn movies while I masturbate. I start by caressing my breasts and then slowly going down to my pussy, rubbing against it until it’s wet. I start imagining myself with two guys, one fucking my pussy and the other my ass. I put 2 fingers in my pussy and 2 up my ass and start pushing them in and out. Guaranteed orgasm.

I start out by tugging and pulling on my nipples to get them hard and erect. I then place a clothespin on each nipple, which hurts somewhat but intensifies my sexual experience when I start to masturbate. I then lie back and spread my legs widely and, holding back my pussy lips hard, I rub my slit up and down, gliding over my clit, which is getting harder and harder. I go to my nipples and flick the clothespins, which makes me gasp and moan. I then go back to stroking and rubbing my pussy and eventually I start to completely focus on my clit. I rub and tug at it and I push something inside me. Usually I use a fat, cold carrot and I push it as far in as I can.

I then close my legs tightly and rub my clit in earnest. Sometimes I spank my bottom hard too. When I cum I hold my legs together and have the most amazing waves of orgasm. They come over and over until finally it all subsides and I feel warm and relaxed from the exertion. Then I take out the carrot and take off the pegs and a searing ache goes through my breasts but I welcome it as I have been thinking all the while about a dominant male forcing me to masturbate for him in this manner. My serving is done and I can finally relax and rest.

Sara walked into the bar, she hadn’t been in one in years. After her eyes adjusted to the smoky dimness, she found her way to the bar. There was one stool open between two men. She politely asked if the seat was taken and settled onto it after the guys looked at her dumbly.

Now she remembered why she quit going to bars and sitting at the bar itself, the stools just didn’t fit her ample ass comfortably. She shifted around until she was relatively comfortable and equally spread over the small seat and ordered an Apricot Sour. She looked around, surveying the room full of men, women and couples. Here she was a middle-aged woman looking over a room of junior Barbie and Ken dolls, she knew she was crazy.

Sara was 45 with red hair and captivating hazel eyes. She stood 5′5 barefoot and was a perfect size 24, no not the original line by a long shot. Her hair fell gently over her broad shoulders, her open blouse exposing the black tank top her ample breasts threatened to spill out of and her black jeans hugged her full hips, broad ass and thick thighs like a second skin. The 4 inch stiletto heels gave definition to her thick calves when she walked, barely looking like they could support the weight they did. She had a bubbling personality and no it wasn’t a line to cover an ugly woman fro she was beautiful and had an alluringly sexy air about her. She was confident and content with her being and sexuality although tonight might be the downfall of that. (more…)

I finished feeding the cat and sank down onto the kitchen chair with a deep sigh. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, and tried to unwind, but I was still too keyed up. So I poured myself a glass of cheap Bordeaux, walked into the living room, put a blues CD into the stereo and sank onto the sofa.

As days went, mine had been a bitch. Late to get up, late to start, and it had just snowballed from there. A yearly physical with the doctor, which I always dread. Luckily, it was over for another year. Then my tennis partner had sprained her ankle, and we had to call the game. My one and only ranch hand had come down with the ‘flu, so I had to call on a neighbour’s son to help me with my animals.

And to top it off, I had broken a damn fingernail! I gulped down the wine and studied my hand. ‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘What a perfect ending to a shitty day! At least I know nothing else can go wrong.’

I jumped as the phone rang. I always screen my calls, so I didn’t bother to get up. It was my sister, letting me know she had “someone perfect” for me to meet. Great. Just what I needed! She said she’d given him my number, and not five minutes after she hung up, he called. He left a short, polite message with his phone number, inviting me to use it. He had a deep resonant voice, with a hint of an accent in his vowels. ‘Maybe interesting’, I thought. (more…)

Wedding time. Not Dan’s, of course, but that of Marc Chapman’s sister, Belinda. Dan and Marc had gone to college together, and he had gotten to know the Chapman family well during the summer months. Though Dan and Marc did not know each other in high school, they did grow up in nearby towns; as such, they saw each other frequently when they were home from school.

The actual ceremony was to be held in a Catholic church in Barrington, where Marc and Belinda grew up, with the reception to follow at their parents’ small estate, also in Barrington. Marc and Belinda’s aunt, Barbara Harrington, had offered to host the rehearsal dinner at the nearby horse ranch she and her husband owned.

Dan was not part of the wedding party nor was he family, but his relationship with Marc and the rest of the Chapman family was such that he was invited to the rehearsal dinner. He and Marc drove out from Chicago early on the Friday afternoon before the wedding, trying to avoid the traffic on the Kennedy. While Marc attended the actual rehearsal at the church, Dan remained at Marc’s parents’ house, showering and getting ready for the rehearsal dinner.

Marc’s parents dropped him of at their home after the rehearsal dinner, where he and Dan got in Dan’s car and drove the few miles to the horse ranch. As they approached the ranch, white fences lined each side of the road. Stretching beyond the fences on each side were acres of lush green grass, horses dotting the landscape.

“Take a right up here,” Marc directed. Dan turned onto a macadam driveway that, like the road before it, was bordered on both sides by white fences and rose gently from the road. They drove for a time under a canopy of trees that were rooted between the driveway and the fences.

“How far’s the house?” Dan inquired. (more…)

I had gone over to see Red and got conned into not only staying for dinner but helping her out with some things around the house. She and her housemate of the moment, Troy, were busy clearing some heavy brush up, back against the backyard fence. I was responsible for the lemonade and the hefty bags. Which was a good thing because I was not in the mood for heavy labor. Red was into all that kind of outdoorsy stuff, but not me. Of course I wound up in the kitchen making dinner later too. She had come in to shower and get ready for a date, leaving Troy to finish up.

I had just met him the week before when Red had an impromptu birthday party for him. He had just turned 18. I was on the downhill slide into 29 and until the moment I saw him out in the backyard clearing brush, had not given him much thought. Standing at the kitchen window watching him out back working while I diced potatoes gave me pause to consider.

He was kind of short but totally ripped as the saying goes. A short, dark mass of sinew and hard muscle, with the face of a boy. His hair was bleached blonde by the sun. He had a deep tan, a stark white band of flesh would flash as he moved around shirtless and in jeans.

Red came in to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat of the dinner I was fixing, that was still on the stove. She said she wasn’t going to stay for the sit down and eat part, her date had called with car trouble and she was going after him. I asked her if she thought it would be okay to stay and have dinner with Troy. She said yes, of course. He’s a good kid. Red and I went way back, we had gone to college together. She was just a few months younger than I was. I asked her to go out back and ask him to make sure or I would just put everything into tupperware and take it home or leave it in her freezer. She was back in a flash with a he said okay to stay. She took off to find her date. (more…)

It all starts as most stories do innocently enough. April 1st, all fools day and it turns out I was the biggest fool of all. Life wasn’t perfect I knew that, but all and all I thought it was damned good. I had three great kids, a loving husband and like most of the world, not enough time. I was about twenty pounds fatter than when I got married but still sexy as hell. Life was good.

I was at the time, the vice-president in charge of Human Development for C.E.O. World Wide Industries. The corporation was again downsizing its employees in the name of the God profit. I wasn’t worried about me. After all, I had successfully survived several down sizing. I was beginning to think myself almost irreplaceable. By day’s end, I found out how wrong I could be about everything. My world had turned up side down.

The company reorganized me right out of the door. My husband, we were celebrating our twenty-five anniversary on April 1st determined his anniversary was the perfect day to announce he was leaving me for his twenty-five year old secretary. My oldest son called to announce he was marrying the love of his life. Reason for celebration right? Maybe but the love of his life was a guy named Arnold. My daughter called to say they were moving to Brazil for a year and the youngest called to announce he was starting a new job in Seattle Washington in one week. (more…)

She was older than what I might normally have thought of as someone I’d engage in sex with, though younger than I am by 4 years. She wasn’t attractive in the sense of beauty as I’d define it, but at her age, and with respect for herself, she maintained what level of beauty she had.

The important thing is, she was as hungry as I told her I was, and we both had food to offer.

Seduction is a mutual thing, and/or crafted in our minds as well as our organs, and without feeling egocentric, I knew I could pleasure her beyond any experience she’d known lately. I too was alone, and still felt it when primal urges were trying to take control. Hence my seeking someone to enjoy those urges with. I rarely judge anyone by appearance alone, but don’t think of myself as a Saint because of that, just someone wanting to share passion, another warm body, and yes,,, release.

She was a surprise in the meeting, and I probably wouldn’t have given her a look had we passed on the street, but when we met, I sensed a longing in her to experience love certainly, and even at her age I had to believe she also, still, had urges. It turns out I was correct. (more…)

As most of you know I am now in my sixties and my stories are of my life after the age of fifty six. Before that I may as well say I never lived…

Shortly after this first threesome was when Kenny videoed us having sex. I wish I had found out about video when I was much younger I would have loved to be a XXX movie star…

Going to the first singles meeting was the best thing I ever did. I met Don who awakened in me all the deep dark lust and desire I never knew was in this old polish blonde’s body. Polish and a natural blonde what can I say. Enjoy…

I had up until the second phone call been walking around the house in a T-shirt and nothing else but that changed. After Kenny called and Don was already on his way I thought I better get dressed so I’ll have something to undress. (more…)

I was having one of those “I feel sorry for myself” days. I had been with Don a few days earlier and as most of the time I was satisfied and yet there was an inner feeling that something was missing.

Don had awakened many feeling of lust and desire in me over the few weeks we had known each other. The group of singles we had both joined were seeing a great change in me and they all knew Don was fucking me. I guess that is a given when your our age and date more than once.

Anyway a few nights ago Don was up on his knees next to me so I could suck his cock while he finger fucked me. We both like this as a starter for a night of sex and pleasure. However this night Don had brought a plastic vibrator larger than his handsome cock. It was pink, soft on the out side and hard underneath with a couple of batteries that made it work.

I had never used one and it sounded like fun. So Don added some K-Y jelly and soon had it planted well up inside my cunt. It felt very good and I was eager to show Don how much I liked it by giving him a quick blow job and let him see this cum on my tongue before I swallow it. That kind of turns him on and I like it too. But when he turned on the vibrator I forgot all about sucking his cock and just laid back and let him fuck me with this wonderful plastic cock.

He pulled it out except for the tip which he let vibrate along the outer edges of my pussy lips. God, damn; did that felt good. I thought I better do my part so I returned to sucking Don’s cock. (more…)

The next morning Beth and I were rudely awakened by step-mom Cindy. Cindy barged into my room to let me know I had a phone call, however the sight of her best friend naked in my arms was too much for her to handle.

“What in the HELL are ya’ll doing?” Cindy shouted.

“Well… we um… ” Beth tried to get some words out of her mouth however she couldn’t get a word out.

“Beth… Mark… What?… I can’t believe this. ” Cindy says to herself.

“Cindy, we are both adults, and this was our decision to make as adults. ” I said with a shaky voice.

“You mean… you fucked my best friend… in my own house?” The tone in Cindy’s voice is less than pleasant.

Beth comes to our defense saying: “It was more than just fucking… it was passionate… it was hot… it was an incredible night that I will never forget”

“Whatever it was, I cant believe that the two of you would do this. ” Cindy said.

In a rage Cindy stormed out of the room. Just after she slammed the door, Beth looks at me and says “Don’t worry about her, what we had last night was very special. Let me talk to your step-mom, I’ve known her a lot longer than you have, and I think I know just how to calm her down. ” (more…)

Damn! I knew I was horny but I didn’t know just how much. It hit me when I realized I was watching her, imagining what it would be like to get that dress off her and chow down on her bulbous looking tits, maybe lift those heavy legs to my shoulders and spread her enough to bury my head in her weighty bottom.

Yeah, it was true that she was the sexiest looking woman within my sight but then there weren’t many women within my sight either. I’m sure she would never see sixty again. And probably she would never see the lower side of 200 pounds either. Her face was attractive enough although she had applied her makeup rather thickly but she had jowls that hung down low enough to give her a bit of a bulldog look. She was wearing an ankle length black sheath dress that covered everything but showed some leg through the slit up the side when she walked but not higher than her knee. The dress was sleeveless and I could tell that she had a heavy set of globes on her chest but they were certainly not on display. She had silver-brown hair that was cut just above her shoulders. She appeared to be completely engrossed in what she was doing. And I was completely engrossed in imagining my cock plowing her sloppy wet cunt while I sucked on her big hooters.

I was so deep in thought that I was startled when she stopped in front of my car and demanded “What th’ hell you staring at?”

Snapping out of my reverie, I lied “Oh! Nothing, nothing.” (more…)

I for some months had been feeling confused. I didn’t know weather to turn this way or that. Why? Well I had been attending my local church for almost two years and truly wanted to grow righteous in the name of Jesus and the more I was grasping the thought of it, the more I knew the evil one was gaining control of my flesh as I desired her beauty.

Every-time she entered the church with her husband; I would become envious of him although I must have been at least 30 years younger than him. The way she looked at me with those sparkling blue eyes of hers would cause my knees to tremble until the moment I got back home and then I would burn with a passion that was even indescribable to me. Management of being able to control my urge was becoming insupportable.

The way she would spread her legs whilst sitting opposite me was causing an erection in my boxers and by the way she kept flashing her eyebrows at me, she knew precisely what she was doing! By the time I had left bible study I hadn’t just left with knowledge of scripture but also the knowledge of a stinking hard-on. (more…)

The Perth, Australia bar and grill was filled with American sailors and Marines — they’d arrived a week ago and were to leave in two days. It was the fourth Thursday of November, and some of the troops looked bothered they were missing some American holiday called Thanksgiving. Something they wanted to spend in the States, not Perth.

She didn’t know why they were so depressed. In America, it was about winter time — here, on the other side of the Equator, it was summer and the beaches were filled with Aussie girls wanting American-accented military men.

Michelle had laughed about the idea earlier in the day. The last thing she wanted was a fling with some arrogant American, but her teenage coworker was praising the skills of a Marine she’d bedded the night before. When one insisted Michelle go out with “the guys,” she’d initially declined. Then she thought she might just meet a friendly U.S. boy.

Michelle didn’t want to go out with the company’s old buggers. They were a bunch of arrogant asses she worked with at the timber company, but they persuaded her to go out. So here she was, with five old, ugly typical guys. They cracked jokes about the waitresses as they drank their beer, but Michelle was feeling okay after four rum and Cokes — she didn’t even hear the burly coworkers anymore. She was paying attention to the brown-haired American a table away. (more…)

Donna Gant sat reading a magazine on the couch in the family room of her center hall colonial. It was around one o’clock on an August afternoon, and the late-summer heat and humidity was swelling outside. Donna was enjoying her last “free” days before the new school year began, and she would have to get back to work. Donna was a science teacher at the local high school where here sons, Ryan and Mitchell, attended. She and her husband, Tom, had moved to the town some 12 years ago, when Ryan was just five and Mitchell was only two. Donna had her master’s degree in hand, so finding a job at the school was relatively easy. Tom was a fast-rising advertising executive and their combined incomes made it possible to live very comfortably.

Ryan was one of the stars of the football team. Tall and muscular, he was an all-state tight end in his junior year. His upcoming senior season would determine not whether he would receive a scholarship from a Division I school, but rather which college he would be playing for next year. (more…)

Sometimes I hate living in a small town. There is only one adult bookstore and to be quite honest, it has the complete feel of sleaze about it. It is on the main drag, but just past the outskirts of town. It is a low, squat, concrete block building, with the windows painted out. The unpaved parking lot usually only has two or three cars, one for the clerk and the others belong to customers who scurry in and out before their pastor or kids’ teacher recognizes their car as they drive by. This is especially true in the middle of the day, when I usually visit.

So you could have knocked me over with a feather when she walked in. Once or twice, women customers had come in while I was there, but this was different. She was brisk and professional. She was older. She was gorgeous.

I was browsing the magazine rack when she walked in, shutting the door quickly behind her. She was dressed in a navy blue suit, with cream colored silk blouse. Black heels and hose finished the outfit that was at once professional and deadly. Twinkling at her shoe top was an ankle bracelet. It may be my imagination, but it seems that an ankle bracelet always graces a leg where the skirt is a bit shorter, and the heels a bit higher than most other women are wearing. She was no exception to that rule. (more…)

This story happened not so long ago. I was 20 years old working as an intern for a communications company in New York City. At the time I was a student at NYU going to classes in the morning hours, and interning the rest of the afternoon. As an intern, I was basically a glorified gofer. Bringing coffee to the boss, filing paperwork, answering the phone, and assisting in work no one would ever want to do.

I was working with this company for a couple of months, and I absolutely hated it. The only reason why I didn’t quit was because it’s worth 3 credits at college; otherwise I would have been out the door.

This story begins late one winter Friday afternoon. I just finished a grueling calculus exam. I didn’t study as hard as I should have and needless to say, I knew I failed. In order to pass this class I knew I would have to Ace the final exam, and that alone worried me. How can I put my self in such a position?

An hour or so later I walked into the company building, distraught, aggravated and depressed. The last place I wanted to be this very moment was in this place, but I now needed these 3 credits more than ever. I took the elevator to my floor, punched in, and started filing paperwork, neatly piled for me. About 20 or so minutes later my boss called my name. (more…)

“Hello, Frank.”

I turned and smiled. I expected to see at least a couple of my old teachers when I decided to stop by my old high school, but I was still surprised to see Mrs. Ross standing there. What was even more amazing was that she looked just as hot as I remembered.

“Hello, Mrs. Ross,” I replied. She was my toughest teacher. She taught honors biology and I had to fight hard to get a good grade.

She was not one of the ‘beautiful’ people, but she had an air of confidence that was very attractive. Of course, back in high school I didn’t see it. All I saw then was the same thing every other teenage boy saw. I’m sure her large breasts still befuddled the boys in her classes.

“You can call me Beverly now,” she smiled as she leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I couldn’t help it. I blushed. It was silly at my age, but all those boyhood fantasies came back in a flash. It didn’t help that her breasts brushed my arm.

“You know, poor Jerry was a lot brighter than he showed in your class,” I said. It was the first thing that came to mind. I groaned silently. She frowned for a moment and then grinned as she obviously remembered Jerry. He was a friend of mine who sat next to me in her class. He almost failed because he couldn’t focus on what she was saying. His eyes seldom left Mrs. Ross’s breasts. (more…)

Jenny had just turned thirteen when I realized that I was no longer the center of her universe. Quite a shock for a mother to realize that her children are free thinking human beings, with their own thoughts as to how to run their lives. Jenny was a popular girl with lots of girl and boy friends. As for me, I had lost my buddy.

Having grown up in Cary, North Carolina, I had experienced much heartache over the years as one close friend after another moved because their parents were transferred away from the Research Triangle. Since my husband was a local guy who had his medical practice at the Duke Clinic complex, we had some core social friends. As far as the men were concerned, as doctors will, their conversations always seemed to center on their practice. (more…)