I still own the cabin in the woods of Wisconsin that my husband and I bought when we were married, and I pay a couple to look after it.

When I need to do repairs, I use the same contractor my husband used. I had a serious crush on Tony, but of course, back then, we were both married. Tony is semiretired now, and his son keeps the family business going.

Last year, I decided to spend several weeks at the cabin. I love it there in the fall, with all the leaves changing colors. I made arrangements with the caretakers and asked them to set up a meeting with Tony so we could discuss any work that needed to be done.

When I arrived, I put my things away and went to sit on the porch with a cold beer, enjoying the beautiful, peaceful evening. About 20 minutes later, a pickup drove up and an older but familiar-looking man stepped out and walked toward me. I realized it was Tony the moment he spoke, and stood to give him a warm hug. We had a wonderful visit, and he offered to take me out for dinner. I talked him into staying to have burgers with me instead. After eating, we retired to the porch swing with a bottle of good wine to listen to the sounds of the animals in the woods. An hour later, we finally went up to my bedroom.

Tony asked if he could have the pleasure of taking my clothes off, so I let him remove my blouse and bra. He caressed my breasts and teased my rapidly swelling nipples, bending to suckle each one before asking me to lie on the bed so he could take off my pants and panties and eat my pussy. He quickly stripped himself before peeling off my jeans, taking my panties with them, then plastered his face against my gash. He soon had me gushing on his face as I climaxed strongly.

Tony moved up beside me, kissing me passionately and smearing tangy cunt juice all over my face as I reached for his cock. I had a throbbing hard-on in my hand. Tony fucked me for ages, finally going off with a roar, like a bear. He humped me slowly until he’d drained every drop of his load in the folds of my sex, then rolled off to lie by my side. Tony was gone when I woke up the next morning, but I found a note he’d left on the kitchen table, saying he’d send his son over the next day to take care of things.

Tony’s son Brad, who was about ten years younger than I am, came by to replace a broken window in the garage, and he charmed me right out of my pants 30 minutes after meeting me. Talk about hung! He had an honest nine inches of thick cock that never seemed to go flaccid. He came over and banged me every night for the rest of the time I was at the cabin. He made me feel younger and desirable, and actually got jealous when he stopped by one afternoon and found me on the front porch talking to his dad.

I soothed Brad’s feelings as soon as Tony left, but the truth was, I had just fucked his dad before he got there.

It was hard to leave my young stud after two months of passionate sex, but I knew I’d be back for more in the spring.

— R.B., Minnesota

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From the October 2015 issue of Penthouse magazine.

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