Cougar Wendy's Night Out

My husband is away on a business trip again, this time it's for two weeks in Japan Ed goes away so often. He spends more time traveling than he does with me.

Ed and I have been married for thirty years, and he is ten years older than me. I'm a fifty-************ cougar, finding it easy to cheat, with him traveling so much that I have been cheating on him for the past twenty. I'm financially secure, live in an up-market area of LA, and have a strong penchant for virile young men. They are putty in my hands, so easy to manipulate and eager to please, mouths wide open and eyes bulging as they take in my shapely form.

My husband has no idea I cheat on him, and I'm the same. I have no idea if he cheats on me, but I'll bet anything you like. He has a kimono-clad Japanese comfort girl by his side during the day that will provide extra after-hours work servicing his needs at night.

My name is Wendy. I'm 5'6," weighing 120 lbs, 34C boobs with some sag, a tight butt, long slender legs, and short auburn color hair. I'm a self-confessed cheating nymphomaniac who likes nothing better than to pick up a young man and let him fuck me senseless. I love their strength and stamina, quick recovery, and use me as a cum dump slut. I can't get enough of a young man's hard cock.

Tonight will be the same as usual hit the bar and pick up a randy young stud. But I'm trying a different bar tonight. I've not been laid for over a week now, my libido is in overdrive, and I'm desperate for some young stud to fuck me all night long.

Tonight's attire is a pair of bright pink hi-cut panties with a low-cut, matching push-up bra and a dress that finishes mid-thigh with short sleeves zipped at the back in shimmering silver and a matching clutch bag, with mandatory four-inch heels showing off my shapely legs.

I arrived at the bar at 7 pm, ordered a glass of champagne, and found a secluded private booth at the rear. The seating was in a semi-circle with soft velvet cushions, high back and sides, and a table that you could move back and forth. I had an excellent vantage point, but also quite secluded, perfect for becoming intimate.

I spotted a young stud as he walked through the door. Tall, with blond hair, chiseled face, clean cut, muscular upper body, broad shoulders, his physique tapering in at the waist. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him and see him naked he looked so yummy, oozing sex appeal, but a little older than those I usually prey on, maybe early twenties, not the eighteen-to-twenty-year-olds I prefer. But as I said earlier, I had missed out for over a week and wanted some action tonight. I needed a young cock in my wanton pussy.

He went to the bar, ordered his drink, leaned on it, and surveyed the scene. I watched his every move. He looked my way, and I smiled at him. He smiled back, revealing perfect white teeth. His dazzling blue eyes piercing my inner soul. I went weak in the knees as his eyes roamed over my body. Neither of us looked away, I was appraising him, and he was doing the same to me. Destiny called when he picked up his drink, came over to my table, and sat down, introducing himself as he did.

"Hello, you sexy lady, I'm Dave, and I take it you are alone? Despite that huge rock and wedding ring on your finger."

"Very presumptuous, Dave. Maybe my husband is in the toilet and may come out at any moment."

"Well, I can tell you are alone. Sure I've just arrived, but you have been scanning the bar as if you were looking for someone. You are one hell of an attractive woman, I would say beautiful, and your perfume is so alluring."

"Thank you for the compliments, and you're a good looker too. Charming as well. By the way, my name is Wendy, and can you tell me how old you are?" "I'm twenty-one."

"You're a Confident SOB at only twenty-one, aren't you? Your accent, you're not from around here? What brings you to LA?"

"I have to be confident in my line of work, it helps me with attractive ladies like you, and my accent is Australian, and Qantas brings me to LA."

"No, not the airline you fly with, silly. I mean, are you here on business or pleasure?" "Second officer Dave Flynn, at your service Ma'am. I work for Qantas flying the A 380 between Sydney and LA or anywhere else the A 380 fly."

"Oh, wow, a fly boy. It must be great seeing the world for free?" "Sure is Wendy. Different city's different girls. It's a great lifestyle for a young guy like me." "So, do you get to screw a girl in every city you go to?"

"A gentleman never tells." "Aww, C'mon. You can tell sexy Wendy, Can't you?"

"Sorry, I don't kiss and tell." "Well, if you won't tell me about getting a girl in every city: you visit. But I'll bet you do with your looks and charm. Is it true what they say about the Captain, that he throws a party every night and gets to screw the cabin crew?" "Don't believe everything you read in the newspapers. Yes, some Captains throw parties on the first night in, but the flight crew must be alcohol-free when we fly. There is no room for error. Most of the cabin crew are bent, so I don't bother going. I would much sooner meet a gorgeous sexy lady like you to spend the night with.

" Dave had moved next to me as we had been talking. Now he had his hand on my knee, gently rubbing my leg, going higher up my thigh when he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth, and his tongue was demanding, pushing it down my throat, licking my lips our tongues rapidly intertwined as he put his other hand behind my neck and held us together.

Our kissing became frantic, his hands roughing up my hair. I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling his muscular frame. I could feel myself letting go, allowing this young stud to do what he wanted. My pussy was moistening as I moaned into his mouth. We broke our kiss, and I was gasping for air. "Hot damn, you are a quick worker. I love it."

No sooner were my words out than Dave kissed me again, this time with less urgency. It was a long hot smooch, his hand caressing my side before moving back down to my leg, gently rubbing up and down, going under the hem of my dress, almost touching my panties, turning me on.

I unconsciously opened my legs a little, wanting Dave to feel my hot box and how wet my panties were as they stuck to my crotch, my womanly secretions oozing into them. We broke the kiss leaving me breathless.
"Wow, Wendy, you're so hot you've turned me on. You're fantastic. I took a chance and went for it, and you responded with passion that was super hot. Fuck. I can't wait to get you into bed. But would you like another drink first?"
"Hell, fly boy, you've got me so turned on. Yes, I would love another champagne, please." I was flustered, and while Dave was at the bar, I tried to compose myself and settle down. Fuck, yes fuck. He had quickly built my sexual desire, and I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck my cheating cunt. If he's so turned on. I must be a raging sex pot. My pussy is so wet already my panties are stuck to my crotch after the first round of kissing. He must be a hell of a stud in bed. But he's turned the tables, and he's got me longing to be with him. It's usually the other way around. Dave returned with my drink and said, "There you go, you sexy, horny lady, enjoy." I quickly had a drink to try and calm down, but it didn't work. I felt like a schoolgirl out on her first date. My nipples were hard, my pussy so wet, and I felt weak in the knees from the heavy pushing. I put my hands on his chest to feel his pecs. I melted as I touched and rubbed him through his tight shirt. I couldn't wait to see him naked. "Take your panties off, Wendy, be my slut for the night," he said in a low and deep authoritative tone. I was stunned and just looked at him, not believing what he said. "I can't believe what you have asked me to do. We've just met. It's embarrassing. No, I can't do that." "Yes, you will...You will do it now if you want my cock in your cunt. I've got you worked out. Wendy. You are a cheating cock loving slut... do it NOW." I stood up to go to the ladies, and he grabbed my wrist and held me, not only by the wrist. But by his withering stare. He was staring into my eyes, and I was under his spell. Those piercing blue eyes transfixed me like a deer caught in the headlights. "Sit down and take your panties off," he commanded. I could feel my face becoming flushed, turning a deep red. Dave watched me all the time, his stare was overpowering, and he never looked away but continued to stare me down until I melted. This young man could control me. I was mesmerized by his blue eyes as I looked into them. I was deeply embarrassed at what I was about to do. I sat down and could feel my panties sticking to my crotch. I was so wet. I gingerly put one hand under my dress and eased my panties past my bum cheek on the left side then I did the same on my right. I quickly slid them down my legs, hoping no one would notice, before kicking them off and letting them rest on the floor. I dare not look at the other patrons for fear of embarrassment and humiliation. "Pick them up and lay them flat on the table in front of you." "Please, Dave, don't make me do this...It's so embarrassing." "You want my cock don't you slut? Do it." I get off big time when my guy talks dirty, and somehow or other, Dave had picked up on that and started to call me names that excite me. I did as instructed, picked them up, and laid them flat in front of me. My bright pink panties were on display for all to see. I was mortified. Dave leaned into me, took hold of my face, and kissed me passionately. My hand instinctively went to his cock, and I rubbed his erection through his pants. His right hand gently massaged my left breast before he broke the kiss and kissed down my neck, gently nipping it with his teeth. I threw my head back as he gently nibbled and bit the nape of my neck. His touch was so tender. My arousal was through the roof, my pussy, leaking sweet juice onto the seat. I was overwhelmed by how gentle David's touch was, but he used an authoritative tone when he spoke to me, commanding me to do things. After breaking the kiss and having another drink, Dave said, "Take off your bra and place it on the table. Next to your panties." I didn't know what to do. I was dumbfounded. This young stud was undressing me in public, and I was putty in Dave's hands. Following any command he gave me, he could do what he wanted. I knew it was feeble of me to argue. I looked at him, and he gave me a beaming smile and a knee-weakening stare, with those dazzling blue eyes breaking down any resistance I had left. I meekly surrendered and lowered the zip at the back of my dress to where my bra clasp was. I unfastened the claps sliding the straps off my shoulders and down my arms so I could freely pull my bra out of my dress, then laid it next to my bright pink panties. I felt I should hide under the table. My nipples were hard and stood out through my dress. I'm so glad I wasn't wearing a sheer top and skirt. I don't think I could handle any further embarrassment. "Wendy, you look stunning. You're so hot, and I love seeing your nipples stand out. That turns me on big time, knowing how aroused you are." "Thank you, Dave. I'm so wet and horny, you're pushing my buttons, and I love it when you talk dirty and cheap to me. It makes me feel like a street tart." "You're a great woman Wendy my dear slut." There he goes again, calling me names. I'm weak?kneed with a wet pussy. I love it. If I didn't think things could get any worse. I was wrong. "Get my cock out and suck it, you cock sucking whore." I didn't hesitate. I was now past being embarrassed and humiliated, and I no longer cared who saw us. I love sucking a hard young cock. I slightly moved the table, undid Dave's belt, and lowered the zip. He wasn't wearing jocks, and his cock sprung free as I opened his pants. He had a large bulbous circumcised head, which I took into my mouth and greedily sucked on it, massaging his balls as I went. What a show we are putting on for the other patrons, I thought, as I felt Dave lower the zip of my dress down to the end of my spine. His hands gently rubbed up and down my back, his touch giving me goose bumps. I fellated him for a while before he pulled me off his cock. "Turn around and ride me, reverse cowgirl." How outrageous can this get? We're now going to fuck in public. Oh my god, I'm going to die of shame. But I did it all the same. I turned around, lifted my dress at the back, took hold of Dave's cock, and slid it up and down my sopping wet slit a few times before sliding down his hard-on. His cock filled my wanton hot box, and after sitting on his groin for a while, enjoying the sensation of having his hard-as-steel tool up my cunt, I leaned forward and put my hands on the table, taking some of the weight off Dave so he could slowly thrust in and out of me. It felt so good fucking in a public bar, and I loved the attention I was getting being an exhibitionist. Patrons were looking our way, watching as Dave slowly plowed my pussy. He put his hands inside my dress, moving them around to my breasts, and gently massaged them, occasionally squeezing my nipples. I bit my bottom lip to stifle a moan. He moved his right hand off my breast, down to my clit, and rubbed it furiously. I dropped my head as I felt my orgasm approaching. Dave grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. It was so erotic, like something you would see in a movie, both dressed but fucking. Dave's hot breath was on my neck, kissing me, nibbling my ear, then he whispered, "Cum for me, my cock loving cheating slut, cum for me." Oh, how I loved hearing those words. Dave's thrusting became faster and more forceful. "Yes, Dave, fuck my pussy hard, fuck your slut." Dave whispered in my ear again. "Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." He shot rope after rope of cum up my cum dump pussy. I bit harder on my lip, not wanting to moan and attract more attention. I pushed my ass back onto his groin with his spasming cock still in me as I climaxed and let out a few squeals as cum and goo flooded my pussy. It was so heavenly. After both climaxing, I sat in his lap, waiting for his erection to subside. Cum and goo dribbled out of my pussy onto Dave's balls and crotch as I got off him and rearranged my dress. He said, "Lick me clean." I did. I loved how controlling Dave was and did it without hesitation. After I had cleaned him and tucked his cock back in his pants, he said, "Good job Wendy, you cum sucking slut. Plenty more of that for you tonight." "Thank you, sir. May I go to the toilets and clean up and put my panties and bra back on?" "No way, your panties, and bra stay on the table. We're going back to my hotel now." Our combined cum was leaking out of me and down my inner thigh, and Dave wouldn't let me do the zip on my dress. Although still fastened at the neck, the zip was down to the top of my ass. I walked out first, with Dave following behind, and I could feel my sopping pussy leaking as I walked out, another embarrassing moment. But what an evening I loved how Dave was treating me. It's like, he knew my sexual desires and wanted to fill them for me. Being embarrassed, and humiliated, then forced to have sex in a public place. I've also become an exhibitionist. I'm such a slut whore. And Dave's cock, Wow, that felt so good, now going back to his hotel to fuck the night away. That is why I love young studs. I walked out onto the sidewalk and realized Dave was not with me. I heard a wolf whistle and turned around. He was about forty feet behind me and shouted, "You've got a great ass, and those legs are stunning, you sexy lady." Anyone close could hear, and they all turned to look at me. I loved the compliment, but not the red face. Dave, came up to me, put his arms around my back, and tipped me backward as he kissed me passionately. After the kiss, he said, "You are so fucking rootable." "Rootable?" "Sorry, Aussie slang for you are so sexy and fuckable." "Oh, thanks again. I think." "No worries. It is a compliment. Please believe me." "I do, Dave. In such a short time, I would trust you with my life. We're like a couple that's been dating for ages, not a one-night stand." "I'm so happy that you think that. It's beautiful. Thank you." We walked the few blocks to his hotel with our arms wrapped around each other's waists, stopping from time to time to enjoy a passionate kiss. But I was taken aback when Dave used his room key to access the elevator button that would take us to the penthouse. "Wow, Dave, I didn't think Qantas would put you in the penthouse?" "They don't, we're joining the Captain's party. He gets better privileges than me." After arriving at the penthouse door, Dave took out his phone and called his Captain. "Hello sir. Second office Flynn requesting permission to join the party. Yes. Yes, sir." The door opened, and we went in. There were around thirty people in the room, drinking, dancing, and having a good time. "Dave, why did you tell me you don't go to these party's?" "I lied, sorry. I like to go out and get a date first, then bring her back to the party, then we can both have a good time, so here we are. More champers?" "Yes, please." After getting drinks for both of us, Dave took me over to meet his Captain. "Excuse me sir. May I introduce you to Wendy. She's a ball of fun." "Wendy, Captain Tom Bryant at your service. Thank you for coming, or is that cumming. You look a little flushed and titillated. I trust second officer Flynn has treated you well?" The Captain was staring at my hardened nipples. "Thank you, Captain. Oh, yes, Dave has certainly looked after me." "Good, I like my crew to find a date. I'm not keen on them dating and having sex together. It could get very messy at 38,000' Officer Flynn is a lady killer, and I know he will look after you very well later tonight. He loves older slutty women, and I mean that in a nice way." "Of course, Captain." I'm sure my face was beetroot red. How many other of the flight crew had brought their conquests here tonight? I put my arm through David's, and we wandered through the party until we came upon a woman slightly younger than myself. "Wendy, please let me introduce you to first officer Sharon Stone." I coughed and laughed. "Sorry, is your name really Sharon Stone?" "It certainly is Wendy, and I'm like you, by not wearing any panties, just like most of the other women tonight, they have either lost them, like you or have chosen not to wear them because they know they will be flat on their backs a little later. But a few of the men are wearing panties." "What! How do you know I haven't got panties on? Dave, what have you brought me to? A debauchery and sex party?" "No, not a sex party, but do you know what the acronym Qantas stands for?" "No, but I guess the A and S stand for airline service?" Sharon replied, "No, Qantas stands for. Queers And Nymphomaniacs Tarting Around Sydney. "The Captain doesn't allow sex in the apartment. It's a way for the crew to let off steam and do what they like after being in a tin can for thirteen or more hours, but most, if not all, will end up in bed with their date for the night. And you're panties and bra are in my bag. You put on a great show for all the patrons at the bar tonight." "What! You've been spying on me too? Was this a setup? I don't know whether to throw the drink over you, slap your face, laugh or cry. I'm shocked." "It gets better slut, Wendy. I videoed you. Will you allow me to show it on TV on the wall?" I was thunderstruck at this evening's events but so turned on. My pussy was on fire, and I could feel my wetness slowly running down my inner thigh, knowing I had been videoed having sex in a public place, and now this party. It's so fucking wild. Maybe I should date a fly boy more often. They are so caring, wonderful, and fun to be around, and the outrageous things they do. Well, I wonder if that's just Australian pilots? What the fuck. I'm not only a whore, but now I'm a star in my own porno movie. I thought. "Fuck yeah, put it on. Let everyone see second officer Flynn work me over. He did it so well. Come here, fly boy, and kiss me." Dave came over and kissed me passionately. We broke the kiss and took a seat to watch the video of him seducing me, then fucking me in public. As the video rolled on, some guests watched from time to time, but it was on a loop, so if you missed something the first time around, you could see it later. I'd never seen my face as I orgasmed, and Sharon had zoomed in on my face as I tried ever so hard not to moan as I climaxed. It got me so horny watching. You never saw my pussy or Dave's cock, but it was so erotic. Dave had his hand on my thigh, rubbing and squeezing, going higher and higher as we watched the video. I had to have his cock again. "Dave, let's get out of here. Take me to your room, where you can use me as your cum dump whore. I need you to fuck me all night long. There are so many things I want us to do." "My pleasure, you sexy wanton slut." "I love it when you talk dirty like that." Dave went to find Sharon, and she gave him my underwear and emailed me tonight's video. After that, we quickly left the party, got into the elevator, and as soon as the doors were closed, Dave kissed me passionately, hit the stop button, and unhooked my dress. I let it fall to the floor, he got on his knees and began to eat my pussy. I was soon moaning. He pushed me against the wall and lifted my leg over his shoulder before he spread my pussy lips and stuck his tongue into my cum filled pussy. "Mmmm, Wendy, you taste great, your and my cum mixed together." I was burning with desire, and my pussy was so relaxed. Dave could easily stick three fingers up me. He licked my clit, and I put my hands behind his head, holding him tightly against my hot muff. I knew my orgasm was close. It was building, and this time. I could yell or scream, no holding back. Dave's licking and fingering pushed me over the edge. "I'm cumming I'm cumming. Yes, fuck your slut, Dave. I need you. Stick your cock into me." I screamed. Dave stood up and bent at the knees to find the right angle to penetrate me, rubbed his cock against my slit, and pushed in, in one easy go balls deep. "Yes, fuck me ram that young hard cock into me. I want you so bad." Dave fucked me long and hard, but before he shot his second load into me, he said, "Get on your hands and knees." Dave went behind me, squeezed my taught butt, and stuck his cock back into my caringly hot pussy. He was rutting me from behind, jerking my head back and forth. "Tell me what you are, Wendy. Tell me." "I'm your cheating cum slut. Fuck me, dump your cum into my cunt. I love being your cum slut whore." These words must have turned Dave into a crazy man. He fucked me so hard that I had to put my head on the floor. He reached under me, squeezed my breasts, and pulled on my nipples, making me moan. "Oh, oh, oh, Mmmmm, so nice. I love it." Dave had me in this position for around ten minutes, hammering into my sopping hot box. I'm sure I was getting carpet burns on my knees as his breathing became ragged, his thrusting stronger. He called out, "I'm cumming. I can't hold back." I felt his cum shoot out and hit my cervix as we both climaxed together. I was counting how many times this young buck could shoot his jizz into me, that's twice now, and we haven't even made it to his room. My pussy is going to be so sore tomorrow