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Ann and Chris' Cuckold Lover, Brad

By: SusanJillParker



This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please give me the support of your vote.

For those looking to read pornography, I don't write pornography. This is not pornographic. I write erotica. There's plenty of sex at the end while still being erotic.

There are no underage characters in this story. The three characters in the story are Brad, forty-something, Ann, sixty-something, and Christopher, seventy-years-old. 

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Her Valentine's gift to her boyfriend, Ann transforms herself from a senior citizen to a sexy diva.

Ann stood on the front porch with her hand poised on the front doorknob. Even though her feet and legs hurt from walking in her new spiked, high heels, daring herself to sit and rest for a minute, she looked at the rocking chairs sitting idly on her porch with defiance. Her boyfriend, Chris, bought the chairs and, even though he enjoys sitting and rocking on the front porch while drinking his coffee, she refuses to use one. Rocking in a rocking chair would make her feel as old as she is. Rocking in a rocking chair would be giving up her quest to feel and look younger. Rocking in a rocking chair is for old people and not for her. She's not ready to spend the rest of her life rocking in a rocking chair.

Just another day, with no one knowing but her boyfriend that it was her birthday Monday, it was Valentine's Day tomorrow. Somehow with her birthday two days after Valentine's Day, as if her birthday fell on Christmas, she always felt cheated in receiving joint Valentine's Day and birthday gifts that translated to receiving less gifts. Suffice to say that she loved receiving gifts. Suffice to say, even at her age, she still loved receiving attention from men.

"Happy Birthday to me," she said out loud while dreading another birthday and wondering how many more birthdays that the good Lord would deem to give her.

A necessary evil, she hated birthdays. If she could make God one special request, she wished he'd never allow her to age past 35-years-old. A time when she looked her best and felt her best, with her having plenty of enough experience with men, she was old enough to tell a quality gentleman from a lowlife fool. Only, with that ship having already left the dock and sailed, after more than thirty years passed her 35th birthday, every year God plays this joke on her by giving her another birthday. Certainly it would be worse if the good Lord didn't give her anymore birthdays. Better that she's alive albeit older than dead. She's been to enough wakes and funerals to know that she'd much rather be living above ground than being dead beneath ground.

A last minute, split decision, when suddenly riddled with apprehension and indecision, she removed her hand from the doorknob. Deciding not to go in her house just yet, she needed to breathe in the night air and to look up at the moon and the stars for her to center herself by taking stock in herself and realizing the important things in life. Too stubborn to give in, instead of sitting in one of the rocking chairs, she leaned against the front porch post. With her struggling with another birthday that made her feel older, her private way to make herself feel better, she needed to take a personal inventory of herself and count her blessings.

For years, a good chunk of her younger and middle-aged life, was filled with men, sex, and all things sexual. Seemingly the most important things in her life were sex and orgasms. An ex-swinger, with her bedding hundreds of men, she played out that outrageous, sexual chapter in her life for all that it was worth. Now with that part of her life over, her life was suddenly becoming more mundane, routine, and boring. Instead of her life being fast and exciting, every day was the same old thing. Every day was going to work and coming home but now that she's retired, she carries the stigma of being retired, just another label given to her and that she carries for being old. Now that she's retired, her life is even more mundane, routine, and boring. The only thing that keeps her sane is going to the gym to exercise. The only thing that now keeps her sexually interested is when seeing, flirting with, and teasing her personal trainer, Brad.

"Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad."

His name is Brad. When he told her his name, she couldn't believe his name is Brad. A longtime admirer of Brad Pitt, her personal trainer even looks a little like Brad Pitt, when she sees him from across the huge gym while squinting. Certainly, he looks, sounds like, and walks just like Brad Pitt when he visits her in her dreams and sexual fantasies.

With her and her boyfriend ex-swingers, if only her neighbors knew what went on behind her closed, bedroom doors, wouldn't they be shocked. Only, a rule that she had adhered to with Chris, when they were in the swinging lifestyle, they never invited their swinging friends home. When they were in the swinging lifestyle, no one knew they had sex with others. They enjoyed them at hotel, swingers' parties and at swinging house parties. Now, for the first time, she broke her rule, she invited Brad home without telling Chris. Not that Brad was a swinger but her intention was to have swinging sex with Brad while Christopher watched.

With tomorrow Valentine's Day, being true to herself by totally transforming herself, the way she looked now was her surprise Valentine's Day gift to her boyfriend. Yet, unable to face Chris' barrage of interrogating questions just yet, especially after she told him that she invited Brad to their home, she needed a minute to herself. She took a breath to calm herself and to relax before sashaying her sexy, shapely ass inside.

Not giving him much notice, now she wished she had called Chris earlier to tell him that she had invited Brad over for some hopeful erotic fun and sexy games tonight. A bittersweet moment, excited about entertaining Brad before, she was self-conscious that she was acting foolish in inviting him now. It's not like her to be unconfidently scared about her sexuality and about men not wanting her sexually. In the way she looked in her heyday, being rejected sexually was never something she ever thought would happen. Now that she's older, she's more realistic of her sexual attraction, actually her lack of sexual attraction to men.

Had it not been for Chris pressuring her, she may have not viewed Brad as a sexual candidate. Who is she kidding? If Chris hadn't suggested that she get together with Brad, she probably would have had sex with him behind Chris' back at the gym or in his car. Chris confessed that he wants to watch her having sex with a younger man. Too late to cancel now and with Brad on his way over, she wondered what Chris would say about her inviting another man, a much younger man in their home, in their bed, and in their life. Even though he was the one who suggested that she extend the invitation to Brad, she now wondered if it wasn't more than just sexual sparked, pillow talk in a weak, sexy, and horny moment.

Sexually excited thinking how she always sexually teased Brad at the health club, she thought about how she flashed her panties, her cleavage, and her bra to four, horny, young men on the train ride home. Coming down from those sexually exciting episodes of teasing, flashing, exhibitionism, and voyeurism, she needed a moment to collect herself. She needed a moment to decompress and calm herself from the sexual high that she was experiencing to accept the sexual low she was about to have and relegated to have with old age. For sure, even though she loved him to pieces, something she'd never say to him, nothing made her feel older than going home to Christopher.

With him taking up residence in her mind all day, she needed a moment to take the time to evict Brad from her horny head and from her sexually charged thoughts. She needed a minute to act more her age after playing the sexy diva at the health club and on the train ride home. Instead of thinking of Brad and a host of other sexually perceived admirers, she needed to make room for Christopher again in her thoughts. She needed to temper her sexuality with a slice of maturity and a dose of sanity. With her now sixty-something, she's not thirty-something anymore.

Growing weary of having two different types of conversations, one flirtatious and sexy with Brad and the other about aches, pains, and everyday mundane life with Chris, she needed to get back in her girlfriend role after being in her swinging MILF role all day. Feeling so very young when flirting with Brad, she suddenly felt so very old when going home to Christopher. Having a difficult time transitioning from her youth to old age, she had one foot in the past and her other foot in the present. With one man making her feel younger and the other man making her feel older, obviously to make her transition into old age easier, she needed to have both men in her life.

Nonetheless how differently she felt about the two men, just as she was excited for Brad to see the new her, she was unnerved by Christopher's anticipated reaction to her new look too. Feeling her blood pressure rising and her pulse racing, now that she was standing on the front porch ready to go inside, he may not want her to be with Brad sexually. He may not like how she's dressed, how she looked, and why she invited Brad without telling him. She took a big breath to relax. Being that Monday was her birthday and tomorrow was Valentine's Day, looking forward to a weekend of celebration that extended to Monday, she didn't want an anticipated argument with Christopher to ruin her day and the rest of their weekend together.

Thinking back just a few, short hours ago, when she looked at herself in the full length mirror at the clothing store, as if seeing herself thirty years ago, she had a flashback of how sexually appealing she used to look. Not that long ago, yet, seemingly, thirty years, twenty years, and even ten years was such a lifetime ago. A depressing thought, now just making it through her days, marking them on her calendar and appreciating every day that she opened her eyes, she couldn't even remember what she did five years ago. In the way that Captain Hook heard the ticking clock of time in the crocodile that ate his hand in Peter Pan, she hears that same ticking clock in her head ticking down the years, the months, the weeks, the minutes, and the seconds that she has left to live.

'Tick, tick, tick, tick. Tick, tick, tick, tick. Tick, tick, tick, tick.'

Thinking that she looked as sexy as she felt when buying these clothes in the store and wearing them home, now feeling more her age that she was about to face Christopher instead of showing herself off to Brad, she felt ridiculous. Hating to admit it, she felt like an old whore desperately trying to hold on to her youth instead of a feeling like the sexy MILF she once was and the sexy diva she still thinks she is. While dressed in a costume for Halloween and pretending to be someone she's not, someone she once was but no longer is, she felt like the elderly woman that she is now.

Suddenly, in the way that an older man buys a red convertible and wears a toupee that everyone knows is a hairpiece, she felt foolish. She felt sad. Instead of feeling good about herself, she felt bad about herself. Instead of feeling good about herself, she felt ridiculous. She felt pathetic in her impossible attempt in trying to hold onto her youth. She felt how aging celebrities must feel when surrounded by young, empty headed, and dimwitted starlets. Suddenly, in the way that an older man looks at and flirts with younger women, she silently chastised herself for gravitating more to younger men than she did to men more her age.

'Shame on me for trying to be someone I no longer am. Shame on me for trying to be someone I'm not. I need to act more my age. I need to accept that I'm not a young woman anymore,' she thought to herself while taking the time to clear her had of such foolishness. 'Sadly, sex is for the young and no longer for me.'

Quite simply and not surprisingly, with her not aging gracefully, where younger men made her feel younger, older men made her feel older. A different mindset, she always thought of herself as younger on the inside instead of older on the outside. With all of her thoughts more physical and more emotional than cerebral, with hiking, jogging, swimming, and cycling, her lifestyle has always been more active than passive. Part of her problem of not aging gracefully without a fight, no one who didn't know her age, would ever think that she was sixty-something instead of forty-something. 

As if spitting in the wind in her defiance of growing old, there was no magic pill she could take to reverse age or even slow down the aging process. If only she knew back then what she knows now about diet and exercise, perhaps she would have gotten a few more years and a few less wrinkles out of this old body. To her benefit, she never smoked and other than socially with an occasional glass of wine, she didn't drink. Always getting her beauty sleep, she didn't burn the candle at both ends either.

With her always watching her diet and exercising, she still maintained the shapely figure that she had thirty years ago, albeit not as firm and wrinkle free as she was at that age. Still, she looked much better than all of her friends who popped over the counter, pain pills, walked with canes, didn't exercise, were overweight, and resigned themselves to disappearing for months at a time in their homes during the cold weather. Moreover, with most of her friends losing their teeth to gum disease and tooth decay at an early age, at least still had all of her teeth.

Yet, a no win contest and not getting out alive, she struggled in a losing battle against the ravages of time. No matter how much makeup she wore, how much dye she put in her hair, how tight and low cut her blouse was, and how short her skirt is, the fact remained that she's still a sixty-something-year-old woman. The fact remains that she's closer to seventy-years-old than she's closer to sixty-years-old. The fact remains is that she has less time on God's, good earth than more. Thirty years past her prime, maybe it's time she acted more her age. Thirty years past her prime, maybe it's time she relinquished her role as a sexy diva for one more befitting her age as a retired, albeit still sexy grandmother.

As if she had an internal expiration date as to when she needed to start acting her age, with her extending the expiration date each year, sadly, there's no changing that reality. Yet, not yet ready to go over the hill and disappear down the slide of old age without a fight, she wanted to have one, last, sexual affair with a man young enough to be her son. How hot would that be to feel one more, hard cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy before she gave in to old age?

With her dressing as young as she felt and with her berating herself in her need to act more her age, she knew that she was just forestalling the inevitable. Forsaking her longtime friends her age for new and younger friends, where her older friends made her feel older, her younger friends made her feel younger. Yet, before she has hip problems and can no longer fuck, knee problems and can no longer suck, back problems and can no longer make love, and/or can no longer get wet without artificial lubrication, why not have one, last sexual affair? Why not go out screaming in bed instead of rocking in a chair?

If having sex with a younger man would make her feel younger, a magic pill of mutual admiration and adoration that she obviously needs to have, as long as he's willing, why not have sex with Brad? Why not have sex with Brad while calling his name and while pretending that he's Brad Pitt? With cuckolding his favorite sort of pillow talk lately, Chris is the one who not only suggested she invite Brad to their house but also pressured her to seduce him while he watched, of course. A possible win/win/win sexual scenario for all three, her having sex with a younger man, Brad having sex with an older woman, and Chris watching, why not take advantage of the opportunity? 

As long as Brad is willing to be sexually seduced by her, why not have sex with a younger man albeit with Chris watching? Her way to not only still keep Chris involved with the swinging lifestyle by whetting and satisfying his sexual appetite in watching but also to give her what she wants and needs sounded good to her. As long as they don't hurt anyone and/or harm themselves, with what they do behind closed, bedroom doors it's no one's business.

Not yet ready to walk with a cane or put a handicap sticker on her car, she still works out at the gym. With the health club filled with young people instead of old people, she'd rather go to the gym any day over sitting serenely at the senior center. As if just waiting to die, instead of looking forward to their futures and their new lovers, so many elderly people sit there watching TV and/or playing cards while talking about their past and their grandchildren.

So many elderly people talk more about their aches, pains, and maladies, along with what drugs they take instead of talking about how better to sexually enjoy the time they have left. So many elderly people, those people over 50-years-old, according to AARP, 55-years-old, according to HUD, housing and urban development, and 62 to 65-years-old, according to Social Security, no longer have sex. A fear much worse than death and dying, the thought of no longer having sex frightened her as much as it sickened her. A mean trick that God played on swingers, she couldn't imagine life without giving and receiving orgasms.

It was the time she had now that made her try to act as young on the outside as she felt on the inside. Interestingly enough, on the inside, she still felt 35-years-old. On the inside, even though she was much older, she still felt much younger. On the inside, she still felt as young, as sexy, and as vibrant as she felt thirty years ago.

As if testing the sexual waters to see if flashing men still made her as wet as public exhibitionism always did, she gave those two men sitting across from her on the train ride home quite the up skirt show of her bright, white panties. Going all the way with her exhibitionism for the sake of their voyeurism, she gave the two men standing over her quite the down blouse views of the tops of her abundant breasts, her long line of cleavage, and her sexy, low cut bra. Obviously with her acting as if she didn't know she was showing while pretending that she didn't notice them looking, exhibitionism and voyeurism made her feel sexually alive again that all four men were not just looking but also leering, staring, and ogling all that she was showing. Flashing them made her feel sexy again that four men half her age were sexually interested in an old broad like her. While lost in the moment, if only for a while, her flashing and with them looking made her feel young and sexy again.

With her flashing men again, shades of what it was like twenty years ago, her exhibitionism and their voyeurism invigorated a newfound sexuality. Suddenly, instead of being doomed to go quietly in the night in old age, she felt alive again. Playing her role as the beautiful, black woman, when she felt that familiar wetness between her thighs and felt her nipples erecting and hardening to show their big impressions through her bra and blouse, she felt sexually vibrant again. As long as men were looking, staring, and leering, whenever she was flashing her panties, her cleavage, and her bra, the one thing she didn't feel was old. Whenever she was flashing her panties, cleavage, and bra, instead of being ignored on the train in the way that most elderly people are, she not only felt noticed but also she enjoyed the attention that she received from men, no matter what their age.


Ann and Chris' Cuckold Lover, Brad



With her never the morally modest type, not a big deal for her to flash men up skirts and down blouses, flashing admiring and appreciative men her underwear made her feel sexy. Flashing men her panties, cleavage, and bra, made her feel how she felt twenty and thirty years ago when having sex with dozens of men at the swingers', swinging, sex parties she enjoyed attending with Christopher. Flashing men her panties, cleavage, and bra made her not only feel sexy but also made her feel desired and wanted again in the way that she needs to feel sexy, desired, and wanted.

Before the undertaker makes her over to make her look more how she once looked, she wanted to make herself over to a time when she felt young and sexy. Before her new makeover, with her no longer feeling wanted, noticed, and remembered, she now had a clearer image of how it must feel to be a forgotten sex star relegated to silently disappear in old age. Now instead of feeling old, she felt young. Now instead of feeling sexless, she felt sexy.

With those men on the train undressing her with their eyes, if only they knew she was a sixty-something-year-old grandmother instead of a forty-something-year-old diva, she wondered how they'd react. If only they knew how much older she was then them, she wondered if they'd still be interested enough in her to stare between her legs and down her blouse. If only they knew how old she really was, she wondered if they'd still desire her enough to want her sexually.

With her always looking twenty years younger, still being carded at thirty-five-years-old, no one ever guessed her real age even now, thirty years later. With those men not knowing her age and with her not telling them, even if they knew how old she was, she wondered how many of those four men would want to have sex with her elderly body. When she was forty-something, she looked twenty-something and now that she's sixty-something, she still looks forty-something. Maybe when she's eighty-something, with her looking sixty-something, then she'll finally act her age but she seriously doubted it.

Yet, even though she was sexually titillated flashing the men on the train her bright, white panties, the tops of her meaty breasts, her long line of cleavage, and her sexy bra, she now had second thoughts about the way she was dressed. Her reality check was her standing on the front porch ready to walk in her house to face Chris but unable to go inside, she stood there contemplating her life. Her reality check was that she was no longer a forty-something-year-old woman but old enough to collect Social Security and Medicare. Her reality check was that she couldn't do the things that she used to do and/or even wanted to do the some of the things she used to do and loved to do. Her reality check was not only was she more mature and less sound in body and but she was also more mature and more sound in mind.

For sure, she thinks differently now than she did twenty years ago. A complete waste of her time, now she no longer has the patience she had for fools who only want her for sex. Now with age giving her insight and wisdom, she sees so many things as useless and a complete and utter waste of time. Easily annoyed and with her always having the unique ability to see through men, a man would have to give her more than just a line to get her in bed. When once she was easy to laugh over a stupid joke, now her humor is more refined and particular than that. With her going to bed with practically anyone when she was immersed in the swinging lifestyle, now she's much more particular when choosing her lovers.

Even more than the sexy, provocative way she was dressed, she had second thoughts with not only the way she was dressed but also with what she was thinking about doing tonight. How dare she ponder the thought of trying to seduce a man more than twenty years her junior? Why would he even want her, especially in the way that he looks at the white, young, tall and leggy, pretty, blonde things that sashay their nearly naked bodies and shake their shapely asses in front of him? How dare she ponder the thought of having sex with forty-something-year-old Brad while Chris watches?

What's wrong with her to still have that sexual mentality that she's better, prettier, and shapelier than every other woman her age and younger? Why can't she just let go of the facade and fade away into retirement and old age? Why must she put the moves on every man, especially younger and attractive men, she sees? She needs to step out of the spotlight and relax in the rocking chair. She needs to stop the teasing and the flirting and accept herself for who she is, old and retired. With that part of her life over, she needs to get used to the idea that she's done with sex. 

'Sex, sex, sex, it is over. Sex is over.'

A complete waste of her time and most of her life, now she's left with nothing but her memories. What was she thinking in trying to act forty-something when she's sixty-something? What was she thinking in trying to entice a younger man into bedding her? It's one thing to entice a twenty-something-year-old man to have sex with a forty-year-old woman but it's quite another thing to entice a forty-something-year-old man to have sex with a sixty-something-year-old woman. No doubt, he'd rather have sex with a twenty-something-year-old woman, a thirty-something-year-old woman, or even a forty-something-year-old woman than to have sex with a sixty-something-year-old woman. Instead of always trying to be the spotlighted, sexy star on stage, maybe it's time she acted more her age and submitted to a quieter life of retirement and invisibleness.

Embracing retirement and a more sedentary life, most women her age are beyond all of that sexual nonsense and erotic foolishness. Most women her age are no longer sexually active or even want to be. Most women were never driven by the sexual impulses in the way she was controlled by them in the first place. Very few women are anything like her. Most women her age are retired and just want to be left alone to drink their tea, pet their cat, and knit clothes for their grandchildren. Most women her age no longer want sex and don't even think of anything sexual.

Instead of relaxing in a rocking chair on the front porch, what she was thinking of doing instead was seducing a man more than twenty years her junior? What she was thinking of doing instead was having sex with Brad while Christopher watched and while he no doubt masturbated to all those naughty, sexy things she'd be doing with Brad? What she was thinking of doing before retiring with Chris by her side was having one, last, sexual hurrah. What she was thinking, if all worked out as planned, her slow transition to old age, was having Brad on the side.

If Diahann Carroll, her idol, could make herself always look twenty years younger, why couldn't she? Indeed, Diahann Carroll was a rare beauty. Moreover, Diahann Carroll had the money to have her hair done by the best hairdressers and her makeup done by Hollywood's best cosmetologists. Lastly, Diahann Carroll was a big believer in plastic surgeons and plastic surgery. Diahann Carroll believed in doing anything that she could do to make herself look not only good but better.

With her giving her plastic surgeons a beautiful face to work with, whatever she had done always made her look younger and rested without making her look like she's had plastic surgery. Had she not admitted that she had plastic surgery, she would have left her critics wondering, did she or didn't she? Yet, even if Ann could afford to spend tens of thousands of dollars on plastic surgery, she didn't think she could ever subject herself to go under the knife. She was vain but not that vain to bear the pain of some surgeon peeling back her face to pull the skin tighter just so that she could look younger. Even though she'd love to look younger, there's a limit to her chasing after the elusiveness of youth. Moreover, with her blessed with beautiful milk chocolate skin, unlike white women who have sun damaged skin from laying out in the hot sun, her natural, sun protection factor protects her not only from sunburns but also from wrinkles.

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Thinking that she wanted to make herself look younger by transforming herself, Ann dyed her hair black, blue black, her natural hair color instead of grey, something that Chris has been after her to do. Never having dyed her hair before, her keeping her grey hair went against her wanting to look younger. Then, spending the extra money, she had her makeup done by a professional. Wow, with her just doing those two things for herself, she couldn't believe that hair and makeup made such a huge transformation in how much younger she looked.

Lastly, as her birthday gift to herself, instead of buying something matronly to wear tonight, she bought new, sexy clothes and new, high heel shoes. At the time, she knew exactly what she was thinking. Not only did she want to look younger again but also she wanted to feel sexy again. Not only did she want to feel sexy again but also she wanted to look sexy again. Definitely, the younger and sexier way she looked had much to do with the younger and sexier way she felt. As far as she was concerned, every dollar she spent on her hair, her makeup, and her clothes was well worth it and money well spent.

"Happy Birthday to me," she said happy with herself again.

With her wanting one, last, sexual hurrah before embracing retirement, Social Security, and Medicare, she dreaded old age with her sitting on the front porch in her rocking chair with her cat and her cup of tea while talking about the good, old days. As far as she was concerned, she had more, new, better days to live before talking about the good, old days. As far as she was concerned, with the best yet to come, she had so much more life to live. Not wanting to be lost in the old days, she wanted to look forward to her new days.

Instead of being lost reminiscing in the past, she was thinking more about the future, in recapturing her lost youth, and in recharging her sexuality if only for one last time and one hot night. With apologies to T. S. Eliot, instead of disappearing quietly in the night, she was thinking about going out with a loud, sexy scream. Instead of ending her life with a low, pitiful whimper, she wanted to end her life with a powerful orgasm.

Always accustomed to having an interested man in her life, this is where Brad makes his entrance as her new, younger lover. An interesting aside and a curious tidbit, seemingly the older she gets, the younger her lovers get. She figured by the time she's eighty-years-old, she'll be dating a twenty-year-old. There's nothing that will make her feel young as would a hard cock buried in her mouth or pounding her pussy.

Yet, why not do all the things that she loved to do instead of watching others having fun just because they're younger? With her still having a lot of life left in her to live and a lot of love in her to give, not even close, she's not dead yet. No doubt, being that Monday was her birthday inspired her thoughts of recapturing the fountain of youth but not only in just how she looked on the outside but also how she felt on the inside too.

"Help, I've fallen and I can't get up," she imagined that being her reality one day but not yet and not without her putting up a fight.

With her still possessing plenty of sexuality and vitality, if she was going to get up anything, she was going to get up the erection of a man and the man whose erection she wanted to get up was Brad, a real hunk of a handsome man. With her wrapped in a Valentine's Day, surprise, gift package for Christopher, she really was doing all of this more for Brad than she was for her boyfriend. The hair, the makeup, and the sexy clothes, with her always smiling whenever she was around him, Brad not only made her feel younger but also he made her look younger too. Sexually attracted to him, an understatement, Brad was her personal trainer and her private reason for fighting old age. While pretending that he was Brad Pitt and she was Angelina Jolie, she'd love nothing more than to feel his young, hard, naked body on top of her while pounding her old, black, warm, wet pussy.

With her being such an experienced lover, why not show Brad what it feels like to be with a real, sexy, sexual, and sensual woman instead of a woman his age who may not even enjoy sex in the way that she craved having orgasmic sex? With Angelina having nothing over her, just because a woman is half her age doesn't mean that she's sexy and is as good in bed as she knows she is. With Ann an experienced lover, she could do things to Brad's body that he'd never imagine could be done. Confusing one Brad for the other before both Brad's morphed into one, she imagined sucking and fucking him in the way he's never been sucked and fucked before.

While in bed with a lover twenty years younger instead of the same old thing with her 70-year-old boyfriend, she was thinking about orgasms, lots of orgasms. She was thinking about Brad giving her an orgasm with his fingers, one with his mouth, and another with his cock. Whenever she was with him working out at the gym, she put the sexy moves on Brad by teasing him, tempting him, and seducing him. In the way that Anne Bancroft as Mrs. Robinson seduced Dustin Hoffman as Benjamin Braddock in The Graduate, blindsided and putty in her hands, never seeing her coming, Brad would never know what hit him.

More than just thinking about having sex with him, having gone way beyond that point, she needed to have sex with him. She needed him to inject her with more than just his cum but his vitality too. More than just thinking about feeling his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, she wanted to pay homage to his stiff prick by worshipping it. In the way that she hoped he lusted over her big tits, dreamt of her adept hands, and sexually fantasized over her full lips and her warm mouth, her round ass, and her wet pussy, he was always on her mind.

With her short skirt slit right up the middle, it was plenty short enough to show off her shapely legs all the way up her thighs and beyond. Always proud of her legs, only wishing they were longer, she loved her legs as much as she loved her big tits. In the way she couldn't sit on the train without flashing her panties to unsuspecting, happily surprised men sitting across from her, she knew she couldn't sit across from Brad without flashing him her bright, white panties either. In the way she couldn't sit on the sofa without flashing Brad the tops of her breasts, her cleavage, and her bra.

If only the Nuns back in parochial school could see how she's dressed now, she'd spend a month in detention. If only the Nuns back in parochial school could see how she's dressed now, she'd spend the rest of the year on her knees praying for forgiveness instead of spending tonight on her knees while hopefully sucking Brad's cock. Only, other than for Bible study, she never attended parochial school. She attended public school. If only the other women in her church saw how scantily she's dressed and how sexy she looks, either they'd shun her with condemnation or they'd embrace her with their envious sexuality. If only the other women in her church saw how scantily she's dressed and how sexy she looks, she wondered what they'd say.

"You go girl. You give that man a hump for me tonight," she imagine one of her church ladies saying.

"Ooh wee baby girl! Mama's lookin' hot," she imagined another one of her church ladies saying.

Yet, with her suffering through another birthday, it was her intention to see if Brad was as sexually interested in her as she was sexually interested in him. It was so bittersweet for her to have a birthday two days after the day of love, Valentine's Day. If she didn't feel old before, officially and chronologically another year older, she felt old now.

With her wearing what she was wearing and with her showing what she was showing, it was her intention to sexually tease Brad's lustful interest and temp him by offering him hot sex. With her hardly a virgin, she knows how to sexually entice, tease, tempt, and seduce a man. With her hardly a virgin, she knows how to please a man and pleasure a man. With her hardly a virgin, she knows her way around a cock. She can sexually do things with her mouth and with her body that a man never knew a woman could do.

"Better buckle up Brad because if you plan on mounting me, I plan on taking you for a wild ride," she said while imaging making love to him before fucking him.

For sure, unlike some women who only dabble when sucking a cock, appreciating the sexual lust that men have for her by getting and maintaining an erection, she's doesn't spit out what a man gives her in lustful pleasure. She's not a woman who tickles and teases without giving a man whatever he pleases. In the way that Brad's been staring at her shapely ass when she wears her leotard at the gym, especially when he didn't think she was looking, she couldn't wait to flash him her panties. In the way he's been staring at her big breasts that sexily shape, erotically form, and bulge out her skintight leotard, she couldn't wait to show him the tops of her meaty breasts, her long line of cleavage, and her sexy bra. Teasing him by tempting him and before sexually pleasing him, she couldn't wait to show him her naked body in the dimly lit ambience of her bedroom while Christopher watched.

Yet, controlling herself from sexually going overboard in her seduction of him, she didn't want him to have the wrong impression of her now that she's a senior citizen. Just because she once embraced the swinging lifestyle many years ago, not everyone has the same favorable opinion of swinging and of swingers. Not everyone is as sexually promiscuous, erotically adventurous, and as sensually daring as she is. With this still puritanical America, not everyone would want to have sex with multiple partners in a lifetime never mind in one night.

If only this was twenty years ago, instead of just planning to flash him her sexy underwear, she'd flash Brad her naked pussy and her bare breasts. If only this was twenty years ago, she would have already had sex with him on the gym floor, in the locker room, in the men's room, in his car, and in his apartment. If only this was twenty years ago, she wouldn't feel as ridiculous as she feels now with her dressing much younger than her age. If only this was twenty years ago, perhaps she'd be leaving Chris for Brad. 

Only, she'd never leave Chris for Brad or for anyone. Her lifelong best friend, she doesn't love Brad in the way that she loves Chris, not even close. Always there for her, Chris is her rock. The love of her life, she loves Chris to death. Her drug of choice, Brad is just a sexy, sexual thing that she needs to experience to make her feel wanted, needed, and desired. In addition to him being her personal trainer, Brad was her private fountain of youth. She needed to suck out his energy for her to drink it before basking in the afterglow of orgasmic sex.

Yet, sex is much different than love. Sex is something that can be had without love. Then, when love is added to the formula and part of the sexual equation, there's nothing better than having sex with someone you love. Only, unable to let her sexuality go with the depletion of her estrogen, what Serena Williams is to tennis, Ann is to sex. In the way that Serena is a competitive and strong willed woman, so isn't she. Still clinging to her youth, she's desperately fighting to claim the brass ring. Only, her brass ring isn't metal at all but her grand prize in hoping and wanting Brad to give her an orgasm.

Yet, on the flip side of that coin, just because she loves Chris doesn't mean that she's sexually compatible with him, especially now that he's older, more rigid in his thinking, and more set in his ways. Whereas she's more of a free spirit and an adventuress, Brad is more her type and more her physical match. Yet, just because she sexually lusts over Brad doesn't mean that she loves him or could ever fall in love with him. Just because she wants Brad sexually doesn't mean that she no longer wants Chris emotionally, physically, spiritually, and even sexually. An integral part of her life, she wouldn't know what she'd do without Chris pulling her down from the ceiling by her ankles when she's angry and/or outrageous in her thoughts. Calming her with his assurance, his hugs, and his kisses, if Chris is anything, he's her pacifier whenever she gets her Detroit going on.




Ann and Chris' Cuckold Lover, Brad



For sure, giving credit to her sexuality, with her having done that many times in the past, she's enough women to handle more than one man one at a time and/or simultaneously. Yet, with both of them from different generations and from different eras, their age gaps are too wide of an expanse to bridge with just sex and/or for her to fall in love with a man so young, so immature, so impetuous, and so foolish. Just as she needed sexual excitement in her life, she also needed stability, maturity, and someone steady. Where Brad was her perceived boy toy, Chris was her safe haven whenever she was afraid, weak, and vulnerable in the way she is now. Always there for her, he understands her.

* * * * *

With her a bit of an exhibitionist in the way she's always enjoyed flashing men her sexy underwear, she pegged Brad for a voyeur in the way that he always stares at her shapely ass and her big breasts through her clothes. She hasn't shown him much more than her shapely legs, the shape of her round ass, the outline of her big breasts, and the impressions her nipples make through her leotard at the gym. With him in for an eye popping surprise tonight, she couldn't wait to see Brad's reaction to seeing flashes of her panties, the tops of her meaty breasts, her cleavage, and her bra. With him in for an eye opening surprise tonight, she wondered if he'd make a sexual move on her tonight. In the way that she's been making sexual moves on him by teasing him, tempting him, and bending and stretching in front of him at the gym daily, she suspected that she was getting to him as much as he was getting to her.

She wondered if he'd be just as sexually aroused with seeing her white panties, her long line of cleavage, and her low cut bra as much as the men on the subway ride home were sexually excited seeing her panties, her cleavage, and her bra. She wondered if he'd be just as sexually aroused seeing her panties, cleavage, and bra as much as she'd be sexually excited showing him her panties, cleavage, and bra. With him having seen none of that but for the curvaceous outline of her body through her skintight leotard, she couldn't wait to show him her panties, cleavage, and bra.

Alas seemingly with Chris no longer wanting to accompany her to swinging parties, those sexually outrageous days of tickle and tease are gone once she hit sixty-years-old. If she had it her way, making sure Brad got the message loud and clear, she'd immediately get down to business for him to know what she sexually wanted and needed. If she had her way, shocking him with her sexual salaciousness and aggressiveness, she'd answer her door naked, or at the very least topless, or maybe just wearing a loose towel wrapped around her that would suddenly fall. 

"Oops."

Now, even though she still looks hot and sexy, admittedly she looks better with her clothes than without her clothes. With her having a slice of sexy fun with a dropped towel, she remembered all the times she flashed the pizza delivery men. Sometimes getting extra service from the hotel staff after flashing the waiter her beautiful, black body with her unbelted robe, she missed having that kind of sexy, erotic fun. She missed the shocking reactions she'd receive from unsuspecting men seeing flashes of her panty, her cleavage, her bra, her tits, her ass, and/or her pussy.

'Oh, my God! I'm so very embarrassed. Please don't look at my tits, my naked ass, and my trimmed pussy,' she imagined saying after dropping her towel in front of Brad.

Besides, not wanting him to think her a whore but okay with him thinking her a slut, if she had her sexy way, she'd answer her front door wearing nothing more than her short, low cut, sexy, silk robe. With her sexy, silk robe showing her every God given curve, she'd dare any man not to be sexually aroused by not only seeing what she was wearing and what they could see of her but also by what they imagined seeing of her. Then, if she had her sexy way, after sipping a couple of glasses of wine, complaining that it was suddenly hot, and turning down the lights low, she'd strip off her robe to expose her naked, black body to him. With her standing before him without her clothes, she wondered what he'd say. With her standing before him naked, she wondered what he'd do.

Other than on television, in men's magazine, or at the movies, she wondered if Brad's ever saw a naked, black woman. In the way that so very many white women fantasize about having sex with black men, she wondered if he's ever fantasized about having sex with a black woman. She wondered if he ever sexually fantasized over having sex with her in the way that she's sexually fantasized over having sex with him. If only she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him, seducing him would be so very much easier.

She wondered if he ever had sex with a black woman. If not, she wondered if he ever sexually fantasized about having sex with a black woman. Just as there are plenty of beautiful white women, there are plenty of beautiful black women too. She wondered who his favorite black celebrity was, Beyoncé, Halle Berry, Nicki Minaj, Tyra Banks, Alicia Keyes, Janet Jackson, Vanessa Williams, Serena Williams, Jennifer Hudson, or Vivica Fox. Who knows? For all she knows, maybe he secretly lusts over Condoleezza Rice, Oprah, and/or Michelle Obama. 

With her having not yet asked him any sexual questions or anything about his background for that matter, she wondered if he ever had sex with an older woman, a woman who's so very sexually experienced. Wondering if he ever masturbated over having sexually salacious thoughts about his mother or his aunt, she wondered if he had a mother and son fetish. She'd even allow him to call her mommy, if that's what it took to get him in bed. If he wanted to be her incestuous son, she'd enjoy being his incestuous mother for the night.

She enjoyed role playing as much as she enjoyed playing sexual games of pretend. As much as she enjoyed playing games of tickle and tease, she enjoyed flashing a man who was interested in seeing all that she was interested in showing. With Christopher not always up for the challenge as he once was, had he not suggested that he'd like to watch her having sex with a younger man, she may have not even considered the thought, until she met Brad. Now, as much as she'd love to give Chris a sexy show, she'd love to give Brad a sexy show too.

She thought that her sexy, sexual, swinging days were over once she settled down with Chris for good and stopped attending swinging parties. Yet, regretting her decision to stop having promiscuous sex with a bevy of men black, white, and Asian, considering multiple, sexual partner abstention as a fate as bad as death, the thoughts of retirement and remaining sedentary made her skin crawl and her pussy ache. She'd be lying if she admitted that she didn't miss the fast life. She'd be lying if she admitted that she didn't miss strangers, men she just met, giving her sexual orgasms. She'd be lying if she didn't admit that she missed sucking cocks and swallowing cum. She'd be lying if she admitted that she didn't miss men making love to her before fucking her, really fucking her hard.

She missed meeting new people and going to bed with interesting men. She missed that titillation of kissing someone for the first time. She missed that thrill of someone she just met feeling her through her clothes while kissing and before stripping her naked to get down to business. With her sometimes so very insatiable, with her bordering on being a nymphomaniac in her younger days, she missed going from cock to cock to get what she so desperately wanted, an orgasm or two or three.

Now sexually excited again at the prospect of having her wicked sexual way with Brad in the way she did with Chris so very long ago and with so very many other men, if only Brad wanted her as much as she wants him, she'd be so happy. If only he'd give her more of a sign than him just staring at her tits and her ass, she'd take care of the rest. If only he'd make the first move, she'd make all of the rest of the moves. If only he'd invite her out for coffee or for a drink, with one thing always leading to another, she'd give him hot sex at the gym, in his car, or at his apartment. With her not married to Chris and with him knowing that she has sexual needs that he can't always sexually satisfy, there's always Brad renting a hotel room for the night.

Only, Chris has already made it known that he wants to be there when she's having sex with Brad or with any young man. He'd like to watch. He'd like to watch her having sex with a man nearly half his age. He'd like to watch them having sex. He'd like to watch her with a younger man.

He'd like to watch her sucking and fucking a man young enough to be her son while he watched him licking her and making love to her beautiful, black body before fucking her beautiful, black body. He'd like to watch some young man physically use her and sexually abuse her in the way that he once could but now can't. With her not minding an audience, accustomed to others watching her having sex when in the swinging lifestyle, if it ever came to that point, she wondered how Brad would feel about Christopher watching them having sex. A lot to ask of him when having sex with her for the first time, he may be more comfortable having sex with her in private than with her boyfriend in the room with them.

Only, seemingly not fair to Chris for her to take off somewhere with Brad, if she was going to have sex with Brad, he made it known that he wanted to watch. He wanted to be in the room with them to see all that Brad would sexually do to her and all that she'd sexually do to him. Indebted to him for all that he's done for her over the years, feeling as if she owed more than she's given him, if what he really wanted was to watch her having sex with Brad, she didn't mind doing that for him. Actually, as much as it would sexually excite him to watch her with Brad, it would sexually excite her to have Christopher watch her having sex with Brad. She could only imagined the pillow talk they'd have after Brad left. Only, her mouth would be too full with Chris' cock for her to talk.

Then, she remembered as if Brad was there with her now, he always seemed to have the beginnings of an erection whenever he was helping her exercise. In the way that her big, black nipples were always pushing out her leotard, the impression of his emerging erection was always apparent. Just as there was something about him that sexually excited her, obviously there was something about her that sexually aroused him too.

With him touching her shoulders, her arms, her legs, her back, and/or her stomach, seemingly he was always touching her. Understandably, with him her personal trainer and his need to touch her was his learned way to show her the correct form of the exercises but his touches were more like feels than they were touches. Every time he touched her shoulders, her arms, her legs, her back, and/or her stomach, driving her sexually crazy, she wished he'd touch her ass, her tits, and her pussy instead. Every time he touched her shoulders, her arms, her legs, her back, and/or her stomach, she wanted to touch him too. She wanted to touch and fondle his cock and squeeze his ass through his shorts. Every time he touched her body, tit for cock, no matter where, she wanted to touch his body in return too.

* * * * *

Especially with her top button unbuttoned and with her silk blouse cut so low, every time she leaned forward to pick up her wine glass or to return it to the table, she imagined giving Brad a clear down blouse view of her cleavage and her bra. With her skirt slit up the middle and with her skirt so very short, every time she uncrossed and/or crossed her legs, she imagined giving Brad perfect up skirt views of her bright, white panties. As if his eyes were an Atari ping pong, tennis game ball of old, up and down and up and down, she imagined his eyes looking from her cleavage to her crotch and back again.

With him staring as much at her legs and her ass as he stares at her tits, she hasn't been able to tell if he's a leg man, an ass man, or a breast man. Maybe he's a full body man. Maybe he likes all parts of her shapely body equally. Maybe in the way that she's imagined him naked, he imagines her naked.

In her old, swinging days, she wouldn't even bother wearing panties or a bra. In her old, swinging days, she would have already had sex with him instead of just thinking about having sex with him. She wondered if it would shock the shit out of him to see flashes of her pussy instead of her panty. Only, with age comes more modesty and more self-control. What she did thirty years ago, she wouldn't dream of doing now. Besides, she didn't want him to think her a whore, just a sexy slut.

So very sexually exciting to imagine showing him all that she hoped he wanted to see, she imagined flashing him the tops of her meaty breasts, her long line of cleavage, and her sexy bra. In the way he's been staring at her big tits, she couldn't wait to flash him more of her shapely breasts. Imagining him sitting across from her in her living room, she couldn't wait to flash him her panties as soon as she sat on the couch. She couldn't wait to continually flash him her panties every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. With her skirt slit nearly all the way to her crotch, when seated with her knees parted just enough, she couldn't wait to sit across from him while giving him a continual view of her panty clad pussy. Actually with the skirt she was wearing, even with her knees pressed tightly together, he could still see her panties over the triangular opening above her thighs.

With her still standing on her front porch while delaying her entrance for Chris to see how she looks as his Valentine's Day gift, she looked down at her new, black stiletto shoes. Definitely, Chris would notice those with her now so very much taller. Having grown more comfortable and more accepting of her short height, she's never worn shoes with such a high heel. She laughed at herself while imagining falling off her shoes and hurting herself.

'Help, I've fallen and I can't get up,' she thought.

With her always being so very pretty and so very sexy, she laughed at herself in trying to be something that she's not, taller and younger. With her five inch heels making her much taller than her 4' 11" height, if she was any taller, she'd have a nosebleed. She laughed at herself again wearing heels high enough for her to have a nosebleed. With him at the opposite end of the inappropriate height remarks, she knew Christopher would laugh at that remark too. Even with her spiked heels and with her hair fluffed up another two inches, and with her a dizzying 5'6" tall, she didn't think she'd even be up to her 6' 7" boyfriend's shoulder.

Taking her a long time to accept her diminutive stature, with all the women she grew up with in downtown Harrisburg being tall, striking, Nubian princesses, she always felt even smaller than she was, especially when standing in the midst of them. Before accepting her abbreviated height, tired of being the butt of their jokes, she always wished she was taller than they were or at least as tall. Yet, the odd phenomena about being such a tiny woman, seemingly for some unknown reason, big men were always more sexually attracted to her than shorter men. Go figure. Now with all of her friends aging and growing shorter, somehow comparatively not feeling as short as she once did, especially in these high heels, she's still the same height as she was in her teens.

She was glad that her intended lover, Brad, was normal height. Unless he was sitting down or laying down, she was tired of always getting a stiff neck when having to look way up to make eye contact with Chris. When it came to Brad, if she was to assume any position, she'd rather be on her knees looking up at him while sucking his cock instead of looking up at him when trying to have a conversation. If she was to look up at Brad at all, she'd love to look up at him while his stiff prick was humping her mouth and fucking her face. Oh, yeah, a long time of sexually teasing one another at the gym, if she'd love to blow any man, she'd love to blow him.

After kissing him while he felt her beautiful, black body through her clothes, she imagined stroking him while sucking him. As his just sexual reward, she imagined him cumming in her mouth after he gave her multiple orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock. If she was to assume her ideal position, when not staring at the ceiling, she'd love to be staring at the top of Brad's beautiful head while he positioned himself between her legs as he rubbed clit and fingered and licked her pussy. In the way she'd love for him to cum in her mouth while she stroked him and sucked him, she'd love to cum in his mouth while he fingered her and licked her before she made orgasmic love to him. With him so much younger and so very physically fit, while hoping that he didn't break her hip, she imagined him fucking her, really fucking her hard, and really pounding her pussy to orgasmic pleasure.

"And tell me again Ann," she imagined her doctor looking at her suspiciously before looking at Brad. "How did you break your hip?"

* * * * *

Oh, my God, already having wicked, sexual thoughts about having hot sex with Brad, she was so very nervous with what she was about to tell Christopher. If it wasn't his idea that he wanted to watch her having sex with another man that put the sexy thought in her pretty head to begin with, she'd be even more nervous telling him that she was ready to have sex with Brad while he watched. Yet pillow talk was one thing and actually inviting a younger man over to sexually pleasure her before she sexually pleasures him while Christopher watched was something else entirely. Moreover always frequently hotels and house parties for their sexy swinging, a first time for everything, they never brought someone home for sex.

He's watched her having sex with other men plenty of times when they were swingers in the swinging lifestyle but that was then and this is now. This was much different. Back when he watched her having sex with other men, he was able to participate in the sex with her and with the other woman instead of just watching her with a younger man as he wanted to do now. Now, because he's unable to get it up in the way he used to, leaving the fucking part to a younger man, he only wants to watch while masturbating himself, no doubt. Definitely, he wants to watch to spice up their pillow talk later.

Not wanting to upset him or make him feel bad, she wondered how he'd feel just watching another man, especially a much younger man, service her without him joining in as a threesome in the way they used to do. Just as she'd feel bad if he was having sex with a much younger woman, she'd find it difficult to enjoy having sex with Brad if a younger man giving her sexual pleasure made Christopher feel bad. She imagined that he'd feel much worse if it was a man more her age giving her hot sex instead of a man more than 20 years her junior. With Brad not having sex with her because he was in love with her, Christopher wouldn't feel as threatened, jealous, and possessive as a man who was in love with her would make him feel.

With her not sexually shy being that she was once a swinger, nonetheless, even she couldn't believe she invited Brad over while dressed so scantily provocative and sexually appealing. With her dressed in this way, as if hitting him with a giant dildo to the back of his head, she wouldn't be giving Brad a mixed message. With her dressed this way, unless he was dimwitted which he's not, he'd immediately know her intentions were sexual. With her dressed in this way, she'd be giving him a direct signal and the green light that she wanted him for sex. With her dressed in this way, unless he was clueless, sexually shy, and and/or emotionally retarded, he'd immediately know why she invited him to her house. The only possible problems may be her age, her skin color, her short height, and/or her giant size boyfriend being in the room with them while they had sex, if it even got to that point.




Ann and Chris' Cuckold Lover, Brad



Even though she's always been a very sexual woman, nonetheless her having sex with so very many men, she's not a whore or even a slut. If she were to describe herself, she'd describe herself as a lady who wasn't a sexual prude. Maybe some of her church women would think differently about her calling herself a lady and would disagree with her definition of a lady and with her confusing that definition with a whore and a slut. Yet as far as she's concerned, unless she's blindfolded and tied to her bed in readiness for a consensual gangbang, she's still a lady and always wants and needs to be treated as such.

"Oh, my God! Take me! Do whatever you'd like to my naked, beautiful, black body," she imagined saying in readiness for a gangbang. "Someone put a cock in my mouth. I need to suck someone. Someone push a cock in my pussy. I need to fuck someone. Someone else put a cock in my hand, I need to stroke someone. Someone stick a cock in my ass. I need to hump someone. Only, just so I don't lose count, how many men are there in my bedroom?"

Yet, more than just sex, there was something about Brad that made her feel young, vital, and vibrant again. There was something about Brad that made her moist between her thighs with sexual desire for him. There was something about Brad that brought out the animal desire in her and that made her want to fuck him and suck him. There was something about Brad that brought back the memories of her swinging days. With him bringing out the maternal, nurturing nature in her, there was something about Brad that made her want to mother him while having hot, deeply penetrating sex with him.

In the way that some men are embarrassed that they have an erection in front of a lady, Brad seemingly wasn't embarrassed that the shape of his big prick showed through his small, tight gym shorts. Even when he wore sweatpants instead of gym shorts, whenever he was around her instructing her while touching her, she could still see the outline his big cock made in his cotton sweatpants while tenting them as if he had a banana in his pocket. If he didn't want to flash her the outline of his cock, being that they were in the gym, a telling sign, he could have worn a jock strap but he didn't. Seemingly, he was sexually teasing her as much as she was sexually teasing him.

There was something about Brad that made her nipples harden and erect enough to show their impressions through her skintight leotard whenever she was with him exercising. In the way that some women are embarrassed to have their nipples standing at attention for a man, she was proud and sexually excited for him to see her sexual excitement for him. For sure, with her working up a sweat, her nipples didn't erect because she was cold. Her nipples erected whenever she was sexually aroused and wanted a man and the man she wanted was him.

Just once, if nothing else and if that's only as far as it will go, she'd love for Brad to kiss her, French kiss him while feeling her breasts and her ass through her clothes. Just once, if nothing else and if that's only as far as it will go, she'd love to kiss him, French kiss him, while feeling his cock hardening through his clothes. Just one more time, even though deep down she still thinks that she is, she'd love to feel as sexy, as desirable, and as sexually attractive as she once was. Just one more time, she imagined herself on her knees while sucking him. Just one more time, she imagined him between her legs while licking her before fucking her.

Now that she's older, just once, with him whispering how beautiful and sexy she is in her ear while making sweet love to her, she'd love to make love to a man twenty years her junior. She loved to make love to a man twenty years her junior before fucking a man twenty years her junior. She love to feel the hardness of his cock in the way that Christopher once was so very hard and always ready. She'd love for Brad to give her an orgasm in the way that she'd love to give him one too.

More than once, she's noticed Brad staring at her big breasts that are made to look even bigger because she's so very short. More than once, she's noticed Brad staring at her big breasts that are made to look even bigger because her leotard, as if a second skin, is so revealing and so skintight. Men are always surprised when they discover that she's only a C cup instead of the D cup that they obviously and mistakenly thought she was. As if enticing him to finger them and tempting him to suck them, more than once, she's noticed him staring at the impressions her big nipples make through her clothes.

More than once, while watching his reflection in the mirror, especially when he's standing behind her helping her exercise, she's noticed him staring at her ass. More than once, while watching his reflection in the mirror, she's noticed he's had an erection. It makes her feel good, real good, that she can still sexually excite a man without even touching him. If only he knew the wild, sexual ride she'd give him, perhaps he would have made a sexual move on her already.

With her so wanting to feel his cock through his shorts, she wondered if he sexually wants her as much as she sexually wants him. With her wanting to stick her hand down his shorts to take hold of his erection in her hand, she wondered if he was as hard for her as she's wet for him. Well, one way or the other, tonight is the night that she'll finally have the answer to her questions. Tonight is the night that she'll either have hot sex with Brad while Christopher watches or not. 

Who knows? With her calling his bluff in wanting to watch her having sex with a younger man, maybe Christopher will put the kibosh on her having sex with Brad. Maybe busy with some, young, sexy, busty blonde, Brad will forget all about her invitation and not even show up at her front door. Maybe her birthday will be nothing more than another reminder of her age. Maybe Valentine's Day will be nothing more than another reminder of all the sexy fun she once had and no longer has now.

* * * * *

Yet, she should have told Chris that she invited Brad over tonight. She should have warned him that she was finally going to give him what he's been asking her to do, to have sex with a much younger man while he watches. Only, she wanted to surprise him for Valentine's Day as well as treat herself to Brad as her early birthday gift. After discussing it with Chris again, she wanted to invite Brad when the moment was right. Only things just quickly and unexpectedly happened and before she knew it, and with her excited about inviting him, she blurted out her invitation to Brad for tonight. Now that she went ahead and invited Brad over for tonight, what if Chris has a change of heart and doesn't want to share his woman with another man again and in the way he did many times before? 

She'd be flattered by his jealousy of Brad and his possessiveness of her, of course. Yet with her finally crossing the line of no return, and with it taking her such a long time to get there, now she wants to have sex with Brad in the way that Chris has always wanted to watch her having sex with someone younger. Now that she'd like nothing more than to have Chris watch her suck Brad before fucking Brad, she hoped that Chris still wants to watch. Now that she'd like nothing more than to have Chris watch Brad licking her before fucking her, she hoped that Chris doesn't pull the plug. If Chris had a change of heart in wanting to watch, she'd be so sexually frustrated.

Only, perish the thought, what if Brad doesn't want her sexually? Because she's been so very sexually frustrated and horny lately, with her focusing so much on sex, too much on sex, what if she misread his intentions and he only wants to be friends. Friends? With her getting older every day, she didn't have time for friends. She already has enough friends, too many friends. Besides, who wants to be friends when they could be lovers?

With her thinking that asking Brad over for sex was a done deal, she needed only to extend the invitation for him to come to her house. Now having doubts that she didn't have before, what if Brad rejects her because she's too old? What if Brad rejects her because she's too short? What if Brad rejects her because she's a black woman? What if Brad rejects her because she's too old, too short, and a black woman?

With him an attractive, Caucasian man, what if he's more interested in a blue-eyed, busty, blonde women of normal height who's more his age and nearly half her age. How dare she think that someone like Brad would be sexually interested in her? How dare she think that a young man would want her old, black, short body? No doubt, he probably already has a girlfriend. No doubt, she's tall, blonde, and busty. No doubt, he'd never want to have sex with her.

Suddenly, with her dressed like a whore instead of like a lady, she felt ridiculous. Suddenly, with her not dressed her age, she felt so pathetic. Suddenly, she felt so sad. Suddenly, not feeling as young and as sexually appealing as she used to be and thought she still was, she not only felt her age but also officially Monday, she'd be another year older. Suddenly, she felt old. Suddenly, with her life oozing from her body in the way of a battery slowly draining its reserves of energy, where did the years go? Tomorrow was Valentine's Day and with her normally excited about the day of love, she hasn't had that excitement for Cupid's holiday in a very long time.

All of it is such a convoluted and unfair dream. In a blink of an eye, 10 years, 20 years, and 30 years are behind her. Wishing she could relive her life all over again, and wishing she could relive all of the sexual fun she had again, she'd love to relive her life with Brad by her side in addition to Chris. Yet, if she could relive her life all over again, no doubt about it and with her having no regrets, stuck driving in the fast lane with her pedal to the metal, she'd still be a swinger. She not only loved living the swinging lifestyle but she misses the swinging lifestyle. If for only one more time, if more for her than for Chris, she hoped to recapture some of that sexual excitement and erotic magic with Brad's naked body tonight while Chris watched her put on one last encore of a show.

Yet, unless she's misread his signals, even with the seriously doubts she has about him not being sexually attracted to her because she's short, black, and/or old, with him always staring at her, smiling at her, and touching her, she knows that he definitely likes her. In the way that he stares at her big, bulging breasts, and her round, firm, black bubble ass, she knows that he's sexually attracted to her. With her age, her skin color, and her height not mattering, she hopes he's as sexually attracted to her as much as she's sexually attracted to him.

She wouldn't mind having a friend with benefits if one of the benefits was having sex with someone who looks like Brad. She wouldn't mind having a friend with benefits if one of the benefits was her sucking his cock, him eating her pussy, and them fucking one another senseless. She wouldn't mind having a friend with benefits who made her feel young and sexy again instead of making her feel old and depressed in the way that Chris sometimes does. For sure, with her not knowing how much more of life she has left to live, she'd rather go through the rest of her life feeling happy than feeling sad. If there's one sure way that she knows how to feel happy, then that's to have sex with Brad.

"Just tell me one more time, Ann," she imagined her doctor asking her. "How did you break your hip?"

She's spent many nights with her vibrator while imagining Brad holding her, hugging her, and kissing her. She's spent many nights with her dildo while imagining Brad's big, pink cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. She spent many nights dreaming about having sex with Brad. She's spent many days fantasizing about having sex with Brad. Now she wants Brad not only for sex but also as her badge of sexuality and sensuality to prove to herself that even at her age that she still has something than a young man wants.

After imagining having sex with Brad, she imagined it would be a sexy memory she'll have for the rest of her life. Not usually the type to kiss and tell, she imagined telling anyone and everyone who called her about the hot sex she had with a man more than twenty years her junior. She imagined writing about the hot sex she had with Brad to everyone who sent her e-mails. She imagined posting the details of her sexy, sexual affair on Facebook and tweeting about it on Twitter. When it was time for her to go to the nursing home, she imagined regaling the sexual details and the sexy, erotic exploits to all of the old women and to all the old men about her many swinging, sexual affairs before culminating with all that she did with Brad.

"Here she comes. Ann sit by me," said Ralph her imagined nursing home friend who loved holding her hand while she talked about all of the cocks she's stroked, sucked, and fucked.

"Tell us about Brad again," said Rose looking at her dreamy eyed. "We like hearing about Brad," said Rose another imagined nursing home patient while smiling, nodding her head, and looking at Edna, Irene, and Margery.

"Brad? Oh God, I told you that story a hundred times already but okay, one more time won't hurt," Ann imagined saying and already looking forward to telling the story again tomorrow while embellishing it with more details each time.

* * * * *

Still standing on her front porch and not yet ready to go inside, she dug through her purse for her compact and checked her reflection in her mirror. She fussed with her hair with her hand before fussing with it with her comb. Then, deciding to give her boyfriend the full, Lena Horne now transformed into the total Halle Berry, diva treatment, she coated her lips with bright, red lipstick. After another quick check of her face and hair, she was ready to surprise Chris with her, his Valentine's Day gift.

Her hairdresser was right. With her hair dyed blue black, back to her original color, she looked twenty years younger. She wondered if she looked young enough for forty-something-year-old Brad, a handsome man she met and befriended at the gym, for him to show his sexual interest in her. With tonight the night, she hoped to seduce Brad tonight with not only her womanly charms and attributes but also with Christopher's blessing while he watched them having sex.

Something she did without telling him, wanting to surprise him, she now regretted doing, especially if he's angry with her for inviting Brad over without telling him first. Of all days to invite Brad over, three days before her birthday, her always private celebration that was more her day of depression, what was she thinking? Of all days to invite Brad over, with tomorrow Valentine's Day, her day of love to spend with Chris, again, what was she thinking? She knew exactly what she was thinking. Instead of thinking with her head, she was thinking with her pussy. Erasing her commonsense with her sexuality, something that hasn't happened since her swinging days, her libido suddenly championed over her brain.

Now she was not only nervous about telling him about Brad coming over tonight but also about she dreaded Christopher's reaction to seeing her dyed hair. She wondered if he'd like her hair. She wondered if he'd even notice her hair. He's been after her to dye her grey hair black but accustomed to seeing her with grey hair, he may not like her black hair. In the way it does with Kris Jenner, Bruce Jenner's separated from wife, at least her dying her hair black doesn't wash out her skin in the way that it does with a white woman dying her hair black. Now that she's older, in her 60's, her grey hair is part of the wealth of woes and worries that she's accumulated and paid surviving life not only as a woman but also as a short, black woman.

If it wasn't enough of a cross to sometimes bear because she's a woman, it's even more of a difficult a cross to bear being a black woman in racist America where the flag only waves red, white, and blue for white folk and not for minorities. If it's not enough of a cross to bear because she's a black woman, she's a short, black woman who people she just met and doesn't even know think that it's appropriate for them to make fun of her because she's short. Seemingly, they think it's okay to make little people jokes at her expense. Her whole life has been lived with people either calling her a midget or a dwarf or thinking of her as a midget or a dwarf. How dare they disrespect her by making fun of her?

"Follow the yellow, brick road," before she retired, one of her co-workers routinely said whenever he passed her walking in the opposite direction in the hall.

He thinks he's funny but she just ignored him while hoping that he'd trip and break his big nose. With her never telling Chris about him, if he ever saw her with her super tall boyfriend, she didn't think he'd make fun of her then. Only, who knows, her old, co-worker may have been ignorant and dumb enough to make fun of her giant boyfriend too.

"Careful of the red, brick wall," she always imagined saying to her co-worker, as her boyfriend bashed his face into the wall.

Especially when she's out with her giant sized boyfriend, she didn't know if people looked more at them because he was so tall and she was so short or because he was white and she was black. Perhaps a little of both was the reason why they sometimes attracted so much unwanted attention. She only wished people would show more respect for others by minding their own business and keeping their glaring looks and insulting comments to themselves. With no one perfect, how would they like it if she stared at them because they were fat or made fun of them because they were stupid, ignorant, and had no manners? Being fat may be a temporary condition but being stupid is forever.

* * * * *

Now, finally ready to go inside and confront Chris, she turned the doorknob, opened the front door, and stepped inside her house. As if he knew she was standing outside on the front porch all of that time, no doubt wondering what the Hell she was doing but giving her some much needed space, Chris was there waiting for her in the reception hall. Something he's always done and would probably do until the day he died, he was always there waiting for her. Whether waiting for her to get ready to go out or waiting for her to come to bed, he was her man in waiting.

Catching her whenever she fell, he was her sounding board, her safe place, and the only man she ever really loved. With no one knowing her better than him, she didn't know what she'd do without him. Where other men looked at her with lust and desire, he looked at her with love and respect. It was obvious to her now that she needed both men in her life. In the way that she not only needed lust and desire but also she also needed love and respect too.

"Happy birthday Ann! Oh, my God, your hair! You finally dyed your hair. I love it," he said walking around her while touching her hair.

"Thank you," she said beaming while touching her hair.

Every day for a week was her birthday. It was the special thing he did for her. Every time he saw her all week long, he'd wish her a happy birthday. Basically, he did that as his way to help her acclimate herself to having, yet, another damn birthday.

"My God, you look so young. And you're so tall," he said laughing while looking down at her shoes.

Thrilled that he noticed, she beamed her appreciation at his compliment that she looked so young. After all of her angst in her thinking that she looked ridiculous dressed so young and all of her worry that Brad would reject her and not come, he said just what she needed to hear.




Ann and Chris' Cuckold Lover, Brad



"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad you like my hair. I knew you'd notice my new shoes but I was worried you wouldn't even notice my hair."

Now she wondered if Brad would notice her hair in the way that Chris had.

"Not notice your hair?" He looked at her as if she was nuts and with her upset with being another year older, she certainly was nuts. "How could I not notice your hair, the hair of the woman that I love? I love you Ann," he said stepping forward to take her in his arms. "You look so stunningly beautiful," he said giving her a peck on the lips.

She returned his hug and his assurance with her hug before returning his kiss with her kiss. One in a million, she was lucky to have a man like him just as he was lucky to have a woman like her. She laughed while thinking that to herself. Indeed they were both so lucky to be so compatible and to be such good friends as well as such wonderful lovers.

"Thank you," she said. "Since you hate to go shopping and told me to buy a new outfit for my birthday, this is your birthday gift to me," she said looking down at herself. "As you can see, I bought new shoes with new clothes while I was in the mood to go shopping," she said. "I wanted to look my best for you," she said thinking more about looking her best for Brad than she wanted to look her best for Christopher.

"Between your hair, your makeup, and the sexy clothes, the transformation is amazing. You look twenty years younger," he said.

She beamed again while hoping that Brad would think that she looked twenty years younger too.

"With tomorrow Valentine's Day, and with tonight our early celebration, consider me your Valentine's Day gift," she said with a sexy laugh. 

Suddenly, with him noticing her hair and being approving of her sexy clothes and high heel shoes, she no longer felt as ridiculous. Instead, in the way she felt and wanted to feel initially, she felt sexy. She felt beautiful. She felt wanted and needed. She felt what every woman wants to feel. She felt not only loved but also desired. If Brad didn't want her, Chris wanted her.

She lifted her foot to better show him her shoes before taking a step back and posing to give him the full treatment of seeing her in her short, split, navy blue skirt and low cut, half unbuttoned, powder blue blouse. He looked at her as is she was dessert after a seven course meal. He looked at her with the sexual lust that she hoped that Brad would look at her tonight. He looked at her as if he wanted to have sex with her, but not tonight. Tonight was her special occasion. Tonight was reserved for Brad.

"I can't think of a better gift. I love you Ann," he said.

"I love you too, Christopher," she said standing on her tippy toes to give him a kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day eve."

Only, she knew that she didn't love him in the way he loved her. If it was entirely left to him, he would have married her years ago. If it was up to him, he would have saved her from herself by forbidding her to participate in the swinging lifestyle. With him agreeing to her continuing to have sex with others, not that he had a choice, even after they started dating, her having sex with others is what she wanted. Her feeling sexually wanted and desired by a collection of men is what she needed.

With him putting his feelings of jealousy and possessiveness aside, he loved her enough to do that for her and to give her that. With him tagging along to keep her safe and sometimes participating in a threesome and/or couple swapping, he was more her safety net and her personal bodyguard than he was a sexually excited participant in the swinging lifestyle. If anything, with her such an active participant in the swinging lifestyle, at the opposite end of the spectrum, seemingly, with him more passive in his sexual desires, he was more of a reluctant, sexual, swinging participant. Only, whatever she so loved to do, whether it was having sex with other men, even if it was for her to have sex with other men, he needed to share in that too. Otherwise, they're relationship would have been doomed and ended long ago.

He let her go to step back and to take another long, look at her again.

"So?"

She looked at him as if she didn't know what he was asking her with his eyes when obviously she did. They knew one another well enough that they could communicate their thoughts with just a look. They knew one another well enough that they didn't have any secrets.

"So what?"

Playing Miss Innocent, she looked at him as if she didn't know what his questioning look meant when she did.

"What's the occasion?"

In the way that a proud father looks at his daughter ready to attend her Prom, he looked at her as if she was his child instead of his woman and his common, law wife.

"Occasion? What occasion?"

Still playing Mickey the Dunce, wanting to ease into it, she was nervous telling Chris about Brad. It's not every day that she invites a young man over for sex while her boyfriend watches. Actually, the first time for everything, this was the first time she wanted to have sex with a man without there being a couple and there being a woman for Chris. This is the first time she brought her swinging life home with her. Only Chris was never into the sex in the way she always was. Normally the other way around, she's had way more sexual partners than he's had.

Yet, with Brad arriving soon, she needed to tell Chris that she invited a man, a younger man, to their house, hopefully for sex while he watched. With this his sexual fantasy and with her agreeing to fulfill his sexual fetish of watching as part of her Valentine's Day gift to him, she didn't know why she was so nervous telling him about Brad but she was. Perhaps she was so nervous telling Chris about Brad because having sex with Brad meant more to her than having sex with her other swinging partners.

Her having sex with Brad was her defining moment, her last hurrah before she'd give in to old age and sit on the porch in a rocking chair with Chris. Even though she was an eager participant in his sexual fantasy and not a reluctant one, her having sex with a younger man was his idea after all. Yet, just as Chris obviously knew, her having sex with Brad meant more to her than it did to him. Nonetheless, fearing that his sexual fantasy may be nothing more than just pillow talk, she didn't want him to feel threatened by Brad, especially with him sometimes having difficulty getting an erection.

Only, too late, with her already taking the initiative, what if his sexual fantasy was nothing more than just idle pillow talk? What if he wasn't as serious as she thought he was about watching her having sex with a younger man? What if her wanting to have sex with Brad would hurt him and attack his manhood because sometimes he's unable to get hard enough to satisfy her with his cock. He can still sexually satisfy her with his fingers and tongue, but that's not nearly the same as having a man make deep, penetrating and passionate love to her with his hard prick. As much as she loved Chris in all ways, physically, emotionally, spiritually, cerebrally, and sexually, she wanted to experience Brad sexually too.

Actually, she was more nervous about Brad coming to her house than she was about telling Chris that Brad was on his way to their house. Suspecting that Chris would go along with the cuckold threesome, being that was his sexual fantasy he was the one who suggested it, for one reason or another, she was more nervous that Brad wouldn't want her in a sexual way. In the sexy, slutty way she was dressed, fearing that he'd think less of her, she feared making a fool of herself. She feared him not wanting to have sex with her, a short, old, black woman. She feared having to give up her membership at the gym if Brad didn't pick up on her obvious sexual hints or rejected them if he did. What was she thinking?

"It isn't every day you're dressed so sexy," he said eying her low cut, unbuttoned blouse and her short skirt with a slit running right up the middle. "You look so hot. You look so sexy. You look so beautiful. So, what's up? I know this is more than you dressing up for me for Valentine's Day," he said giving her a knowing look.

Unable to hide anything from Chris, if only Brad was saying all of those compliments to her instead of Chris, she would have been more sexually excited to hear them. Seemingly nothing more than empty hyperbole, she had grown accustomed to Chris always complimenting her. He was always saying nice things to her that made her feel better about herself instead of feeling bad. He was always there to reassure her with a hug when she needed a hug. Only, those compliments would mean more coming from another man. Those compliments would mean more coming from Brad.

"Oh, um, well, I should have told you but the words were out of my mouth inviting him before I could even think to call you. I, um, invited Brad over tonight," she said looking up at him with her big, brown eyes as if asking him his belated permission.

Giving her a long stare as if reading her as he always did and as she always did with him too, he looked at her with curiosity before looking at her with sexual excitement.

"Brad?" He looked at her in the way that she hoped Brad would look at her. "The guy from the gym? Your personal trainer?"

He said personal trainer as if it was a joke. He said personal trainer as if he suspected her of already having sex with Brad. With her the fox in a henhouse, if anyone was training anyone, no doubt she was training Brad in how to want her. She was training Brad in how to be more aggressive sexually. She was training Brad by enticing him, flirting with him, teasing him, and tempting him to show how a short, black, older woman is a better lover than a tall, blonde, younger woman.

"Yes," she said looking at him with as much sexual arousal as he looked at her with sexual excitement.

Whether hidden or in plain sight, with him knowing her well enough to know her agenda, sexual or otherwise, he looked at her as if reading her mind.

"Did you invite him over to watch a movie or to play cards or just for me to meet him?"

He gave her a smug smile and a knowing look.

"Don't be cute. You know why I extended him the invitation," she said.

With her tongue pushing out her cheek as if she had a cock in her mouth and was giving Brad a blowjob, she put her hand to her mouth while moving her hand back and forth as if she was stroking Brad's cock while sucking Brad's cock.

"I see," he said with obvious sexual arousal.

"Just as you've been hounding me for months to do, I invited him over for sex," she said. "I invited him over for you to watch me sucking and fucking a younger man. You watching me having sex with Brad and me having sex with Brad is both of our Valentine's Day gifts, as well as my early birthday gift."

If she was reading Chris right in the way she hoped she had read Brad correctly, with it being more than just idle pillow talk, Chris seemed sexually aroused by the thought of her having sex with a younger man while he watched.

"Did you tell him that? Did you tell him that you were inviting him over to suck him," he said putting his hand to his mouth and puffing out his cheek with his tongue as if he was giving a blowjob. "Did you tell Brad that you were inviting him over to fuck him," he said with his hands to his hands while rocking them back and forth.

She sighed, rolled her eyes, and made a face.

"No, of course I didn't tell him that," she said. "Fearing that he wouldn't accept my invitation to our home, I'd never be that blatantly sexual. Instead of a shotgun to the face, I'm more of a giant dildo to the back of the head type of girl," she said with a laugh. "Trust me, once he's here, I'll tease him, tempt him, and entice him into having sex with me. Ergo the sexy outfit," she said giving him a sexy pose.

As he was always so adept at doing and something that made him endearing to her, he played the Devil's advocate.

"Just wondering and don't take this the wrong way, no offense intended, but how do you know he'll want to have sex with you?"

As if he had hit a nerve, she looked at him with a sudden sadness instead of looking at him with continued confidence mixed with sexual arousal. She didn't know if he'd want to have sex with her. With her self-confidence taking another hit with being another year older, he may reject her. Yet, her more mature age may not even be the issue. Maybe he's more attracted to a taller woman and a white woman instead of a short, black woman. With her flashing him her panties in an up skirt and her cleavage and bra in a down blouse, he may find her and her outfit ridiculous and her attempt in trying to seduce him pathetic. Yet, in the way that he looked at her when at the gym, she more than suspected that he was as sexually interested in her as she was sexually interested in him.

"I don't know but call it a woman's intuition, ergo the sexy outfit again. I don't know for sure but I suspect he's sexually attracted to me," she said while saying it more for her benefit than for his benefit.

A woman who gave credence to the power of positive thinking, she was hopefully positive that Brad would want her in a sexual way. She's had sex with enough men to know what they want when they stare at her. She's been around enough men to sense their emission of their pheromones whenever they see her prancing, posing, flirting, and teasing. For sure, she knew that he sexually wanted her but there was always that self-doubt. Then there was the matter of her personal giant. Brad may not want anything to do with her once he got a look at her older version of Rob Gronkowski.

"Well, in the sexy way you look right not, I can't imagine him or any man or woman, for that matter, not wanting you," he said.

"Thank you," she said shooting him a sexy smile. "With my hair done and with me looking younger, and with me flashing him my panties in this short skirt and my cleavage and bra in this low cut blouse, how could he possibly say no to a night of passion that he'll never forget?"

Christopher looked at her and smiled.

"He'd have to be mad to say no to you. I'd never say no to you," said Christopher. "Yet, indulge me for a moment. Pretend that I'm Brad," he said sitting in the Queen Anne chair and waving his hand for her to sit on the couch across from him. "With you sitting on the couch across from him, with him sitting higher and you seated lower, I want to see all that he'll be seeing of you."

Chris looked at her and smiled in the way that he smiled at her the first time he saw her so very long ago. Already playing her role, Ann indulged him by sitting on the couch in the way she'd be sitting on the couch across from Brad. Impossible for her not to expose herself unless she put her hand to the top of the split in her skirt, as soon as she sat down and as soon as she sat on the couch, she flashed him her panties. With her short skirt cut so very high up, just as she did with those two men sitting across from her on the subway on her way home, there was just no way that she could sit on the couch without flashing him, and later Brad, her panties.

The only way she could deny him a view of her panties was to sit with her hands in her lap. Denying Christopher a continued flash of her panties, as soon as she sat on the couch, she slowly and sexily crossed her legs. Yet, as soon as she crossed her legs, she flashed him her panties again. As soon as she uncrossed her legs, she flashed him her panties yet again. Then, with her sitting there with her legs uncrossed and her knees parted just slightly enough, when not placing her hands in her lap, she constantly and continually flashed him her bright, white panties. Moreover, the contrast between her dark blue skirt and her bright white panties appeared as if she had a light shining between her legs. He'd have to be blind not to notice her panties. Actually, even with her knees cemented together, she was still flashing Christopher her panties by giving him an up skirt view over the tops of her thighs.

"Well, what do you think? Can you see anything?"

He stared at her panties as if seeing them for the first time. He stared at her panties as if he wanted to finger her through her panties before licking her through her panties. He stared at her panties, as if he wanted to remove her panties. There was just something so sexually arousing about seeing a woman's panties, especially when the woman didn't know or was pretending not to know that she was flashing her panties.

"Can I see anything? Wow! I can see your panties as if you're not even wearing a skirt," he said giving her a big, horny smile. "It makes me wish you weren't wearing any panties but, in the seduction of Brad, it's better that you are wearing panties, bright, white panties," he said giving her a sexually aroused look while continuing to stare between her legs. "Now lean forward as if you're reaching for your wine glass. I want to see what he'll be seeing of your breasts," he said.

As soon as she leaned forward, her low cut, half unbuttoned blouse leaned forward with her. As soon as she leaned forward, the tops of her meaty breasts, her long line of cleavage, and her sexy bra was exposed to the lucky man sitting across from her. Hopefully, that lucky man would be Brad should he honor her invitation and appear at the allotted time at her front door tonight. 

"Can you see anything?"

Can he see anything? Playing the part of the innocent virgin, she looked down at herself while knowing that he could see most of her shapely thighs along with her panty clad pussy too. She looked down at herself while knowing that he could see the tops of her meaty breasts, her long line of cleavage, and her sexy bra. She looked at him with feigned curiosity while he looked at her with as much pride as he looked at her with sexual arousal.

"Can I see anything? No matter how you sit, unless you sit with your hands in your lap or your legs constantly crossed, I can see your panties," he said excitedly. "Then, every time you lean forward, I can see all the way down your blouse nearly to your navel. I like it," he said. "Very sexy, so very sexy, you look so hot. He'd have to be gay not to notice you, want you, and not to make a move on you."

She made a sad face while looking at him.

"The only thing that may make him not make a move on me would be the obvious elephant in the room," she said.

He looked at her confused.

"Pardon? Elephant? What elephant?" He smiled obviously knowing what she meant by her comment but asking the question anyway. "And pray tell, what elephant is that? Am I the elephant in the room? If you ask me, with my tall height, I look more like a giraffe, than I do an elephant," he said with a laugh.

She laughed at what she was about to say.

"Yes, the 6'7" giant that I have for a boyfriend is the elephant in the room or the giraffe," she said laughing while shrugging. "As if my boyfriend is Rob Gronkowski of the New England Patriots, you have a way of intimidating any man and making him nervous."

He gave her a complacent, non-threatening smile.

"Don't worry. When he arrives, I'll insist that he sample more than just the appetizers and the wine," he said with a wink. "I'll insist that he sample you too."

* * * * *

Not even home an hour and with her spending part of that standing on the front porch thinking and talking to herself, the doorbell rang. With her having just enough time to put out the Hors d'oeuvres and to freshen up her hair, straighten her clothes, powder her nose, and splash on some perfume, Brad was here. Oh, my God. He's here. He had arrived right on time and he was carrying flowers, a good sign.

"He's here," she said to Christopher with excitement. "He's here. I can't believe he's really here."