I Seduced the Younger Married Guy at the Pool

My mature body was exactly what he needed

My bikini-clad breasts squashed down on the counter as I leaned over.

“That one,” I said, pointing at a bottle of bright blue alcohol.

“Coming up,” the bartender said, grabbing the bottle and a shaker.

I stared at the sea, waves lapping at the white sand. The resort bar was right on the beach. Just how I liked to enjoy my cocktails.

“Here you go,” he said.

I moved the little umbrella out the way and took a sip.

“Take a photo, it lasts longer,” I quipped, noticing the younger guy next to me staring at my chest.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he said.

His face turned bright red.

I took another sip.

“Why don’t you walk your eyes over to your pretty little wife by the pool?” I asked.

“Is it that obvious?” he said.

“I can spot newlyweds a mile away,” I said.

I swivelled my body towards him.

“Enjoy her while she’s still tight and firm,” I said. “Before life happens.”

His eyes moved from my big tits to my soft, round hips.

“You look great for your age,” he said.

His face turned red again.

“Fuck, sorry. I’m not even sure what I’m saying right now,” he said.

I chuckled.

“I better leave before you get us both into trouble,” I said.

I gulped down my last sip and got up.

“See you around,” I said.

I felt my ass jiggle softly as I walked away. I turned my head one last time. He quickly got up and walked back to his new bride. Pretending he didn’t stare at my ass the whole time as I walked away.

I walked across the wooden deck of sun loungers facing the beach. The moonlight danced on the small ripples in the water. A few tiki torches were lit, but everybody had left for the night. One or two bar staff were still cleaning up.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, noticing the guy from earlier.

He was lying down on a lounger, staring out at the dark ocean.

“Oh, hey,” he said, looking up.

“I would have thought you’d be tiring your wife out all night,” I said.

His eyes remained on my mature body. He didn’t even bother looking away this time.

“I couldn’t. You know,” he said.

“Doesn’t look like you have a problem,” I said, staring at the obvious erection in his shorts.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, trying to cover it with his hands. “Of course, I’d be up now. Sorry, not even sure why I’m telling you all this.”

“Maybe you just need a little motivation,” I said.

I kneeled next to him, running my hand up his leg until I gripped his cock through his shorts.

“Like what?” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

I pulled the top of his shorts down. His rock-hard erection bounced out, bulging veins wrapped around his thick shaft. I curled my fingers around. With my other free hand, I loosened the knot of my bikini top. My big floppy tits pulled it down, exposing my dark areolae and hard nipples.

“Shit,” he said, looking around.

“Like this,” I said, tugging him up and down.

Several seconds later I stopped. His cock twitched.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before,” he whispered.

I stood up and placed one leg on either side of the lounger.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“Don’t act dumb,” I smiled.

I untied the sides of my bikini bottoms and dropped them onto his legs. His eyes burned into my trimmed mound.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he said.

I lowered myself onto his lap, straddling him.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me,” I whispered in his ear, my tits pressing against his bare chest.

He grabbed my engorged breast, his fingers sinking into my flesh. I moved my body back and forth, sliding my swollen pussy lips over the tip of his cock. Teasing him.

Holding one heavy boob in his hand, he wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking hard.

“Hmmm,” I moaned, placing my hands on his shoulders.

“Sit back,” I said.

I could feel his body quivering.

“Oh shit,” he gasped as I lowered myself onto his cock.

His erection squeezed into my wet cunt with an audible squelch. He placed his hands on my hips, gripping my soft love handles. I started riding him, my ass cheeks slapping down onto his thighs.

“That feels so fucking good,” he said, digging his fingers deeper into my body.

I gripped his shoulders and started riding him harder.

Flup! Flup! Flup!

My tits smacked down onto my body each time I came down. I rode the length of his shaft, all the way to the tip and back all the way to his pelvis. Many years of cowgirl fucking had made me an expert.

I watched as he struggled to keep his eyes open, ogling my bouncing tits.

“I’m going to cum, get off, quick,” he whispered.

“You can cum inside me,” I said, riding him even harder.

Our bodies slapped together harder and faster. Moaning and grunting mixed with the unmistakable smell of intense sex. I could feel his cock throbbing deep inside my canal. A surge jolted through my loins as I climaxed hard. I whimpered and shuddered, feeling my pussy spasming around his thick erection.

“Argh fuck!” he cried out, gritting his teeth.

He trembled on the lounger. His cock pulsated before shooting his load deep into my womb. I rode his spurting cock for a few more seconds, allowing him to empty himself into me.

I pulled my body off his aching cock, feeling his semen guzzling out of my swollen lips.

“Holy shit,” he panted.

“See, no problems,” I said.

Ripples of orgasmic aftershock still trembled in me.

“Have a rest and go back to your room. And then fuck the hell out of your new wife.”

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