Breaking off my engagement turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me because it left me free to fall for my former fiancé’s dad. It wasn’t intentional, but following the breakup I accepted an invitation to lunch with my almost father-in-law. I didn’t know him well, but he had been so kind and welcoming to me. So imagine my surprise when I found myself relating more to this handsome, mature man than I ever did his son!

Lunch led to dinner, dinner led to drinks at an upscale hotel and suddenly, we were getting a room and heading upstairs. One night of passion turned into six, and the next thing I knew, I was dating my ex-fiancé’s father.

Luke is everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner. He’s warm, dependable and has an absolutely insatiable appetite for sex and kink. His body is better than most men half his age, and he has the stamina to go along with it. Seriously, I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life. But Luke also made it clear I was free to play with anyone else who struck my fancy — especially if he could watch.

It’s true what they say, with age comes wisdom. Luke boasts all of the enthusiasm of a younger man. Couple that with years of experience playing women’s bodies like fine-tuned fiddles and you have one potent combination.

He also loves to travel and takes me with him, of course.

One of my favorite trips was a recent getaway to a small tropical island. Luke rented us a tiny cliffside cottage. The house sat tucked away from the rest of the town, surrounded by plenty of greenery to protect us from prying eyes.

As soon as the rental manager left us alone, Luke and I headed straight for the pool. He settled on a chaise and beckoned me to join him.

My ass barely had a chance to settle on the seat when Luke started toying with the top of my off-the-shoulder dress. I didn’t wear a bra that day — a lucky break for both of us. He took the light cotton fabric in his fist and tugged it down beneath my breasts.

“Oh yes,” he groaned when my tits popped into view.

He cupped my boobs and brushed the pads of his thumbs over my nipples.

“You have the most incredible breasts,” he said, his voice dripping with lustful admiration.

A pleasant tingling sensation was starting to build in the tender buds. I arched my back, shoving my tits hard against Luke’s palms.

“Show me how much you like them,” I teased.

Luke’s eyes sparkled when he accepted my challenge and replied, “With pleasure.” When he dipped his head to take a nipple between his lips, his hair brushed against my chin. I smoothed his unruly locks away from his face, admiring the sexy silver streaks amid his jet-black hair.

While his lips, teeth and tongue got busy with one breast, his fingers worked to massage the other.

I tossed my head back and let the moan rattling in my chest fall from my lips. My hips started to move of their own accord. They rocked forward and back as I desperately desired something, anything, to rub against my clit.

Luke released my nipple from his mouth and hiked up my dress.

That’s when he discovered I wasn’t wearing panties either.

“Oh, Daddy like,” he growled.

Luke’s fingers curled into the underside of my thighs. With one quick tug, he had me on my back, sprawled on the chaise.

“Be as loud as you want, baby. No one’s around to hear you moan.”

And that’s when we ironically heard someone cough.

Startled, we turned to see one of the resort’s maintenance guys. He was young and hot, so I didn’t cover up my bare boobs — and he had a hard time tearing his eyes away from me.

“I, uh, was told to stop by and check your heating system. It can get pretty chilly here at night,” he told us, licking his lips.

I looked at Luke, and the spark in his eyes gave me all the go-ahead I needed.

I turned to the guy, who had Hank embroidered on his shirt, and said, “You can come over here, Hank, and help me turn up the heat.”

He looked at Luke, who gestured toward me and said, “Go ahead, she’s all yours. I’ll get mine later.”

In a mad haste, Hank dropped his toolbox, stripped off his clothes and joined me on the chaise.

Luke stayed nearby, keeping a close eye on the action and rubbing his erection through his pants.

I was mesmerized by the rhythmic sound of the crashing waves on the rocks down below and Hank’s hands which were now caressing me everywhere.

My new friend tucked his broad shoulders between my thighs and urged me to open my legs wider. Using his thumbs, he stroked my folds, spreading my juices over the sensitive skin.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he laid a kiss on my mound.

His tongue danced along my slit and flicked against my sensitive clit.

I planted my feet on the chaise, lifted my ass off the canvas and mashed my pussy against his mouth. The coarse stubble that dotted his upper lip tickled my sensitive skin.

“Oh Luke, he’s eating my pussy so good!”

I gripped the metal frame of the chaise for leverage, while I ground my hips upward and humped Hank’s face. 

He pulled back to say, “You’re incredible, lady.”

Luke chuckled, and I looked over at him, noticing his pants were open and he was actively stroking his shaft.

Hank skated one hand up to my pussy and drove two fingers deep inside me. I groaned with pleasure as he finger-banged me in front of Luke.

My handyman crooked his fingers and nudged my G-spot, pressing against that sensitive spot and sending me into an orgasmic tailspin. All of the sweet tension inside me snapped. The dam broke — and a rush of liquid flowed from my pussy.

“You’re gushing, gorgeous,” Luke said.

Hank lowered his head and lapped up some of the juice that overflowed from my pussy, groaning against my slick flesh.

Hank sat up on the edge of the chaise, and I crawled to his side. His erection rose high above his lap. My mouth was watering for his cock, and I sank my lips down his shaft — keeping my eyes locked with Luke’s the whole time.

My beau’s face was etched with jealously, lust and longing, but I could tell he was turned on to see me sucking another man’s meat. I’d wanted to go slow, but I was so hungry for Hank’s cock that I blew him like a wild woman, using plenty of suction and tongue action.

He appreciated my efforts, panting and swearing like a sailor before he wrapped my hair around his fist and lifted me off his cock.

“Stop, stop. I’m so close to coming,” he panted. “And I want to shoot off in your pussy.”

Luke seemed to appreciate his candor and told him, “Go on, son. Screw her.”

“How about I screw you?” I told him, straddling his lap.

I teasingly hovered over his erection, letting him feel the wet heat of my pussy for a few tantalizing seconds before I impaled myself on his shaft.

Hank and Luke both groaned at the same time. With all eyes on me, I felt like the sexiest bitch on the planet.

Once Hank’s dick was fully ensconced in my pussy, I reached back and stroked his balls. I felt him shudder, so I did it again, my fingers dancing along his sac.

“Careful or this will end before it even starts,” he warned.

“Now, now,” I told him. “We’re gonna fuck, and you’re gonna last long enough so we can give Luke a good show, understand?”

“Anything you say,” Hank said, jamming his hips upward to punctuate his point.

“Oh, yeah,” I muttered.

Fate had brought us the perfect playmate.

I raised and lowered my hips, repeatedly slamming my cunt down onto Hank’s prick. He bucked his hips upward, meeting me thrust for thrust as I rode him passionately.

“That’s right, baby. Take it all,” Luke encouraged from the sidelines. From the raspy sound of his fist and the tremor in his voice, I could tell he was still stroking himself and he was on the verge of letting loose and blowing his own load. His climax was imminent.

Don’t get me wrong. Luke loves doing me, but he also appreciates the sight of me enjoying another man’s dick.

As I continued to bounce on Hank’s erection, he lifted a hand to his lips and licked his thumb, then he applied the shiny digit to my clit.

I fucked Hank, and he rubbed my button, giving me the best of both worlds as he drove me closer to climax. I gyrated my hips, increasing the friction and my pleasure. But no matter how much I squirmed, he stayed on target.

He might have been a stranger, but he was fucking me like a long lost love who knew just how to push all of my buttons.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Luke grunted. “Bring him home.”

I’d found my rhythm, and I was unstoppable. I rode Hank’s cock like a pogo stick, bouncing my body up and down — and driving us both toward an explosive finish.

Hank gritted his teeth, and his fingers flexed against my hip. He was so close to climaxing, and so was I. I was wound tight as a coil, ready to spring at any second.

When Hank’s hot come finally jetted into my channel, I let go, too. We bucked against one another, riding out our orgasms together.

At nearly the same moment, Luke groaned loudly and shot his spunk all over his stomach.

After Hank caught his breath, he laid me down on the chaise.

“Well, young man,” Luke said. “Now that you’ve serviced my girlfriend, you should service that heating system.”

“Yes, sir,” Hank said, standing up and still naked.

“But you should stop by tomorrow night, too,” Luke added. “I think my darling could use another tune-up.”

Hank smiled broadly and said, “It would be my pleasure.”

Trust me, it was mine, too!