Diary of a Cougar, Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Diary of a Cougar, Chapter 7

... me tonight.”

“I should. What would your cute little girlfriend say?”

He chuckled. “She’s away on business for a little while. I mean, unless you have to run home to your cute little boyfriend.”

“I have several.”

“Several.” He nodded. “Then a night with me won’t hurt.”

I shook my head. I knew I should not have opened that can of worms. It was dangerous back then. I nodded. I followed him to his car. He opened the passenger door. I got in, and we went to his place.

*****

He lived in Apollo Beach. It was a nice home. He pulled into the three-car garage. As the garage door closed, he walked around to open my door. He reached for my hand. “There you are, beautiful.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” I said to him.

“Yet, here you are. Let’s just go inside and have a drink. You can tell me all about your boyfriends.”

I nodded. He led me into his home. It was crisp. Everything was white. The floors were hardwood. Yellowish brown. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack that was attached to the cabinets. He poured me a glass. “So, how many are we talking?”

I laughed, “Five.”

“That’s not so bad. So, you can handle one more?”

“You wouldn’t be one more.”

He smiled, “Where are you living...how? What are you doing for money?”

I tilted my head.

“They contested everything, and you didn’t even fight. You deserved everything he left you.”

“As long as the kids were taken care of, I wasn’t about to fight. Besides, I am well. ...

... Nigel taught me a lot before he left this world.”

“He taught me a lot, too.”

Our glasses touched. We went to the back patio, which overlooked the water. He had a deck that led to a boat dock. “This is nice.”

“Yes, it’s quite lovely. I didn’t think I’d like it here. It’s dreadfully warm.”

“It does take some getting used to.”

He chuckled. I looked over at him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re not thinking about that again?”

“You have to admit, it was funny.”

I laughed, “Yeah. It was.”

He stood and reached for my hand. We went inside. We were in the living room. He stood in front of the sofa with his eyes fast on me. His hands caressed me. My dress ended up on the floor. I undid his pants and pushed him back onto the sofa. I sat on his dick and hummed, “Theo, mmmm,” I moaned.

His hands caressed my body. Our lips touched. He kissed my neck, then my nipples. I started to quake as a surge of energy flowed through me. I hugged him and cried. He lifted me and ended up on top, fucking my pussy like crazy.

He paused and looked into my eyes sweetly. “Ugh,” he grunted

He rested on top of me. He listened to my heartbeat. I played in his hair. “We promised we’d never do that again,” I reminded him.

“You promised. I only listened.”

I smiled. It was many moons ago when Theo and I ran off together. Nigel and I had broken up. Or at least, I thought I had broken up with him. I was with Theo. Nigel found us. He made us promise never to go behind his back ...