When she couldn’t rouse any interest from her bored husband, she turned to a young neighbor who knew just how to treat her

Let me tell you, no matter what some people might say, when a woman hits 50 it’s a traumatizing thing. My way of dealing with it was deciding that if I couldn’t be younger, at least I could look the part. I got a bit of cosmetic work done, and when it came to my breasts, I not only got them firmed up but went the whole nine yards and made them bigger as well.

I was delighted with the results. You’d think my husband would feel the same way after seeing the same thing for 25 years, but instead it was the exact opposite, with him moaning about how expensive it was for me to go through my mid-life crisis. His response to my wanting his attention was to hang out with his buddies even more than before since I was “bugging all the time.” So much for having a supportive spouse! Here I was looking ten years younger, and no one to show it off to!

It wasn’t long after my improvements that I took to lying out in my backyard and working on my tan. One day I noticed a movement in a second-story window of the house next door. Now I knew that the couple who lived there worked during the day, so I figured it must have been their son, Gordon, who had just graduated college. He was working evenings saving up money so he could live on his own.

I kept glancing out of the corner of my eye, and sure enough, I spotted Gordon checking me out. Well, I had gotten all that work done, and if my husband didn’t want to enjoy the view, why not let the guy next door do it? I went so far as to pose sexily for my voyeur’s benefit while pretending to be unaware of his presence.

I found myself enjoying the attention — so much so that I went out that night and purchased a tanning bikini, which was little more than a few tiny patches of cloth and some strings.

When I went outside the next day, I saw the motion again. I don’t think Gordon moved from that position for several hours. I was almost tempted to wave at him, but I didn’t want to risk scaring away my audience, so I continued lying there and switching from pose to pose every now and then.

This continued for about a week. Then one day, after I’d been lying in my lounger for a half-hour or so, Gordon emerged from his house and walked over bold as day. I greeted him, but he was all business as he said it was obvious from the way I was behaving that I knew he was there and that I wanted to fuck him. Well, he said, he wanted the same thing.

I was astonished. All I had intended was a bit of cock-teasing, but of course I could hardly fess up to that! I certainly hadn’t envisioned it going any further than that. I was about to say as much when Gordon dropped his pants, which made me shut my mouth and rethink things. Shall I say, his cock was large? Much more so than my husband’s very average-size one. The idea of him sticking me with that big piece of meat was sorely tempting.

Gordon moved up to my face and brought his cock to my lips. When confronted with that hunk of manhood, my mouth went on autopilot. The next thing I knew, I was gulping down his jaw-stretcher as best as I could.

Gordon ran his hands through my hair and said this must be the difference between a cougar and a college girl — the cougar knows how to suck like a pro. With that kind of flattery, how could I keep from stepping up to the plate by sucking him off with everything I had? He approved. At least I interpreted his moans as approval.

I figured Gordon would stay there until I finished the job, but instead he pulled his cock out of my mouth and undid my teensy top and let my breasts spill free. He began mauling my tits, squeezing them while declaring them even better than he imagined — and, he said, he had been doing a lot of imagining since he’d spotted me lying there last week. Then he lowered his head and began devouring them, sucking hard on the nipples. This was exactly the sort of attention I’d been craving.

While Gordon slurped away, his hand went between my legs and he began finger-fucking me. I kept pulling at his cock, making sure it stayed hard, as I wanted more of it, though not in my mouth. It turned out I didn’t have to wait long. He finally ceased his attention to my breasts and removed my minuscule bottom. Then he spread my legs wide and shoved the head of his cock and a few inches of it in with a powerful thrust. Oh, he stretched me good! He was also none too slow, opting to use some real muscle to get inside me as quickly as he could, but every inch felt so incredible, I didn’t tell him to slow down. I wanted it just as much as he did.

Soon Gordon was in me deep, much deeper than my husband, and deliciously thick. When he started thrusting away, he churned my insides and got me fired up like I was a virgin on a honeymoon. I came in no time, and afterward he just kept pounding away. (Whenever my husband made me come, he’d go motionless and wait for it to pass.) To my delight he made me climax even faster than before. When my pussy clamped down on him this time, he flooded my insides with a healthy gusher.

I was still catching my breath when Gordon pulled out and got me up in a sitting position. He grabbed my head and directed it to his groin, then ordered me to suck him good. It probably should have bothered me that a guy half my age was bossing me around, but I was actually turned on by his commanding nature, which was a stark contrast to my husband’s very passive one. I found myself eager to obey and unleashed my oral talents again.

Now I was savoring the taste of my juice as well as Gordon’s, and I found myself even more aroused. He returned to hardness quickly, but this time he was content to remain where he was while I did the heavy lifting — or, in this case, sucking. When he was close to popping, he grabbed me by the back of the head and began fucking my mouth.

I nearly gagged, but once again the physical treatment turned me on, and when he blew his load, I enthusiastically sucked down everything he had to offer. When he pulled out, I made sure he saw me lick my lips. He said it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

Gordon played with my body to keep my motor running, then fucked me one more time. When he finished, he headed home, leaving me lying there a sweaty but satisfied mess. Before he was out of earshot, he told me that when I came out the next day, I should leave my bikini behind, because it wasn’t going to be staying on for long anyway.

I went inside to clean up and collect my thoughts. Now that I was coming down from my sexual high, I realized that what I had done was wrong. Intellectually, anyway — my body certainly craved more of it!

Sex with Gordon had been far more invigorating than with my husband. It wasn’t just that he was younger and seriously hung, it was that Gordon treated me more like an object of passionate romance than an occasional sex toy. No guy had treated me like that before, and I found it exhilarating.

Thinking about it kept me horny, and when my husband came home I tried enticing him into some much-needed sex. But he was annoyed that I brought it up, as we’d had sex just last week!

That settled that. If my husband wouldn’t take care of my needs, I would turn to someone who was not just willing but eager to do it. So the next day I went outside sans bathing suit, as requested. I had barely laid down when Gordon came over. His clothing didn’t stay on long. In no time his big cock was in my pussy. He fucked the hell out of me, then filled me with a big load of come.

He laid down on his back and said he needed lotioning up so he didn’t get burned. Rather than having me use my hands, the kinky bastard said to oil up my breasts and apply it that way! I had plenty of breast to rub up and down his body. It might not have been the most thorough job of sun-blocking, but my God, it was as erotic as anything.

When I got to Gordon’s cock, which was already twitching, I wrapped my breasts around it and gave him a tit-fuck, something I could never have done with my previous cleavage. As soon as he was fully erect, with me sitting astride him, I couldn’t help myself — I impaled myself on his cock and rode him really hard. He seemed content to lay there, eyes fixed on my breasts as they bounced up and down.

I rode Gordon until he had me dismount and got me on all fours. He coated my ass with lotion, sending a lot of it down my crack. I thought he was just being thorough, but then I felt an oily finger sink in my backside. My husband had never played with my ass, never even suggested it, but despite my trepidation, I remained silent. I tried relaxing as he shuttled one, then two fingers back and forth in my derriere. Once I got used to it, I found the feeling surprisingly pleasant.

Then the fingers were removed and something considerably larger began to work its way in. Thanks to Gordon having loosened me up, it wasn’t long before his cock wasn’t just inside me but moving back and forth. If I thought fingers felt good, his cock introduced me to much more intense sensations. I felt a fire building in my loins, and in time I was coming as hard as I ever had from my pussy.

As I was reveling in the sensations of Gordon’s rod working its magic, he said he understood that once you fucked a cougar in all her holes, she belonged to you. I was running so hot, I babbled that I did belong to him — and was his to do with as he pleased, as long as he kept fucking me. He pounded my derriere as hard as he had my pussy, and after he filled my virgin ass with his semen, he apparently enjoyed it so much that once his erection returned, he fucked me in my backside once more. Then we called it a day.

The next day I went out naked again. When Gordon came over, he informed me that since I was his “pet cougar,” I should dress the part, and he produced a slave-type collar for me to wear. I was on the fence about that, but I pulled my hair aside so he could put it on. Once it clicked in place, a thrill ran down my spine. When he ordered me to suck his cock, I was quick to obey. I was so turned on by my new role that I got wet from sucking him off! The sex that day was fantastic, and that night all I could think of was doing all sorts of naughty things as Gordon’s “pet.”

When I went out the next day, I was in for another surprise. Gordon appeared as usual — but accompanied by five other guys his age! I quickly covered my breasts and pussy and asked him what was going on.

He never broke stride as he approached with the collar. While he fitted it around my neck, he explained that he had bragged to the guys about how he’d been fucking me and how hot I was, and they had expressed doubts that I could be as incredible as he claimed. So he’d brought them over so that I could show them the truth firsthand. Then he said I should remove my hands from my body, pointing out that since I’d gone to great lengths to have a body worth showing off, it didn’t make sense to keep it hidden away.

I realized that Gordon was right, and with the collar in place I felt myself going back into my new role as his pet. I removed my hands slowly, with all the guys looking at me with open lust. The excitement I felt removed all doubts. I enjoyed being looked upon like a sexually desirable woman and not like some over-the-hill hag.

Gordon told the guys to go ahead and feel me up. Some of them actually collided with one another, they were so eager! And it was exhilarating, having all those hands touching me in the most intimate of areas. It was like there were hands everywhere. Gordon boasted about my talented mouth and told the guys they should experience that too.

Soon I was surrounded by five erections, which I was only too eager to suck down. I started off by going back and forth, sampling each cock and showing off my skill. As much as I tried to keep this going, one of the guys said he was coming, then unloaded in my mouth. Gordon encouraged me to suck it all down, and I did. I repeated the action four more times, filling my stomach with semen.

Gordon had his cock out, but it wasn’t oral satisfaction he was seeking. He got me on my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders and proceeded to fuck my pussy raw while the guys all shouted encouragement.

I never would have believed that having other guys watch me get taken like a bitch in heat could be so stimulating. Getting pounded in front of an audience aroused me so much that when I came, I shouted at the top of my lungs. Gordon wasn’t able to hold off and flooded me with his come. His cock had barely cleared my pussy when another guy, now revived, was shoving his cock in me. One by one, all my young studs took me.

Gordon wasn’t finished. Once he was hard again, he began directing the action, having me straddle one of the guys, then lean forward and sink his cock in my backside. I had thought that merely getting fucked in the ass was something. I learned that being stuffed in both the front door and the back was something else!

Then another of the guys jammed his cock in my mouth, and I was filled in every hole. I think my eyes crossed as the guys alternated their rhythms, making sure that at all times I was stuffed with at least one cock and usually two. Eventually I came like never before. I would never have imagined that submitting myself so completely could have such an effect.

After all of the guys had popped all they could pop, they left. I could only imagine what I must have looked like lying there naked with their semen leaking out of my holes. I had just enough energy to stagger into the house and clean up before falling asleep.

I was looking forward to the next day more than ever. However, when I woke up, it was raining really hard, and it kept on raining, leaving me to wonder what to do. Then Gordon called and told me to come over dressed in an oversize jacket and nothing else. I did, and was delighted to find him and his companions waiting right inside the door.

I took off my jacket, put on my collar and sucked off my new owner. While I did that, he told me he’d come up with all sorts of fun things to do indoors.

He sure had! He put me on a leash and walked me around naked. Then each of the others took a turn, testing how obedient I was by having me suck and fuck on command. I’m proud to say I passed with flying colors. They also took pictures of me in lewd poses and playing with some sex toys Gordon had bought for me.

While the guys watched some television, I served them snacks, then sucked them off. It took forever to make lunch for them, as they were constantly bending me over the kitchen counter and taking me. We even tried some light bondage, with me tied spread-eagle on a bed and the guys alternating between fucking my pussy and my tits. I loved every moment of the day.

Now I’m eagerly Gordon’s pet. I even got a tramp stamp of a collared cougar to signify my new status. My husband took one look at it, rolled his eyes and said I was being ridiculous and needed to act my age. He doesn’t realize that’s exactly what I’m doing! I’m a tamed cougar and proud of it. Even though he doesn’t treat me the way I want to be treated, I now have someone who does. Every woman my age should be so lucky.