One of the fun facts you don’t appreciate until you’re older is that no matter what your age is, you still get to call the man you’re seeing your boyfriend.

Just like I was Luke’s girlfriend, even though we were both in our mid-40s.

Another fact I’d recently discovered, one even more fun than the first, was that my sex drive hadn’t diminished one iota after I’d hit middle age. I was still, essentially, the horny hellcat I’d been as a college girl. Keeping myself in shape was part of the program. If I wanted to be a sexy cougar, I should look the role, I thought.

And Luke, who I’d been seeing for several months, evidently couldn’t get enough of me. He had gotten out of an unpleasant marriage after many years, and now he fucked like someone just released from prison.

For his birthday, he wanted a quiet celebration. Just me and him and a cake. For once, he seemed a little down. Usually he was ebullient, with a wicked sparkle in his eye, like we were going to sneak off and make out under the bleachers. I loved that youthful spirit in him. He was also a damn fine-looking guy, with a body as well kept as mine.

He blew out his birthday candles, then stared dully at nothing.

“Make a wish,” I cajoled him. “Actually, why don’t you make three? You look like you could use a couple extra.”

Luke managed a smile. “Okay. Three? How about long life, good health and…?”

“And?”

The familiar sparkle came back to his eyes, then he looked embarrassed. “It’s ridiculous.”

I draped an arm over his strong shoulders and kissed him. “Tell me.”

Finally, he said, “It’s just… I married young and was hitched for so long. I feel I missed out on a lot. There are fantasies I never fulfilled when I was younger. And now, with yet another birthday, I feel like it’s too late for some things.”

It sounded like midlife crisis talk. But I wanted to hear his fantasies, so I coaxed him to tell me more.

“I always wanted to have a threeway,” he confessed. “Always wanted to have sex with two women at the same time.” He flinched, probably hoping I wouldn’t burst out laughing — or storm out in anger.

I didn’t do either. Instead, I grinned and said, “There’s no harm in wishing.”

I had lots of friends and ex-lovers, a wide spectrum of potential players to choose from for something like that. But the matter required some thought. Luke really had missed out on a lot of fun. He was a sweet, sexy, caring man with a nice cock who deserved better than he’d gotten from life.

If he wanted to redress the wrongs of his past, maybe I should seek out someone who could help recreate his formative sexual years. That meant Stevie. She was a smoking-hot 20-something. We’d had a torrid affair last year and had kept in touch. She liked men, too, and I felt sure she would be game for this.

Luke didn’t know about my machinations. A week after his confession, he’d seemingly forgotten his birthday wish, but I knew that desire still burned within him.

I arranged everything. Luke and I went out to dinner, then to an upscale bar we liked that had piano music. As we settled in over cocktails, enjoying the ambience, I noticed he kept looking past my shoulder.

Finally, I turned. As I’d requested, Stevie was sitting at the bar, done up in a tight little dress and looking as gorgeous as ever. Luke said, “Sorry, but that woman keeps looking over here.”

“She’s beautiful. Let’s invite her to our table.” Before he could protest, I went and fetched her. We both acted like we were meeting for the first time.

Stevie introduced herself and sat. As we chatted, Luke’s eyes kept going to her luscious tits, which were spilling over the top of her low-cut dress. I wanted to sink my teeth into them. Stevie was flirty without overdoing it. She moved her chair closer to Luke. She touched his arm as she talked to him. Then her hand disappeared under the table.

Luke suddenly jumped, and I knew Stevie had just groped his crotch. I almost burst out laughing.

“Are you two up for some fun? You want some company tonight?” Stevie asked.

I looked at Luke. “What do you say? I’d love to fuck her. How about you?”

His eyes were bulging wide, just like his cock was no doubt bulging in his pants. In a shaky voice, he responded, “Yes. Please. I would like that. A lot.”

We led him out of there.

Back at my place, we gave Luke a little show, just to make sure he was all warmed up. We sat him on the couch, and then I drew Stevie into my arms. Her familiar warmth and scent thrilled me. We kissed, going deep with it, letting Luke watch our tongues tangle.

Her breasts pushed against mine, our hard nipples brushing. My hands roamed over her, sliding down her back to clutch her lush ass. She tugged at my clothes, making needy sounds that weren’t just for show.

We stripped one another, pausing to kiss and grope as we did. She bent to suck my tits, while I fingered her wet pussy. Naked, we turned toward Luke. His handsome face was lit with utter wonder. But we weren’t there just to lez it up in front of him. We each took a hand and escorted him into the bedroom.

We undressed him, caressing his muscular body. I kissed his throat while Stevie softly nibbled an earlobe. We both put a hand on his hard cock. Working in perfect coordination, we slowly jerked him, and he moaned with pleasure.

That sparkle in his eye had turned into a blaze of pure lust. He moved us both onto my broad bed. When he pushed Stevie onto her back and drew apart her silken thighs, I grinned. I didn’t mind that he wanted the younger woman first.

He put his face between her legs. Stevie’s pussy glistened, and he drew his tongue slowly up her cunt lips. She wriggled, squealing with delight. I lay alongside her and caressed her tits. I plucked at her stiff nips, then bent to suck on them.

Meanwhile, Luke zeroed in on Stevie’s clit. He had real oral talent, and Stevie thrashed wildly on the bed in response to his attention. Luke ate her harder, his tongue and lips making wet squelching sounds.

I lifted my head from my tit-sucking and watched Stevie’s orgasm crest and consume her. Her pretty face tightened as undiluted joy swept through her. I kissed her mouth, silently thankful for her participation in this adventure.

“I felt her breath on my cunt, and then her tongue was lapping at my clit.”

Luke shifted over to me, and then he was pushing my thighs apart. I welcomed him in, closing my knees on his sides as he inhaled my fragrance. At the first touch of his tongue, I felt a climax already building. A happy torrent of pleasure streamed through me.

Stevie groped my tits, tweaking my sensitive nipples even harder than I’d done to her, while Luke continued to feast on me. He toyed mercilessly with my pulsing clit. I reached down to grab a handful of his hair, humping against his face.

I came hard, my ass lifting off the bed and jamming my pussy against his mouth. Luke pulled away, his face glossy with our pussy juices.

With a moan, he lunged forward and buried his meat in my pussy, and a new wave of pleasure swept through me. Lying next to me — and still mauling my tits — Stevie watched us fuck, her eyes wide.

Stevie reached down to stroke my pussy lips. Her fingertips grazed Luke’s shaft as it plunged into me. My boyfriend seemed to really dig that. Suddenly, Stevie pushed Luke back and shifted around. While his cock was still buried inside me, she shoved her face down between us, twisting her nimble body. I felt her hot breath on my cunt, and then her tongue was lapping at my clit eagerly. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but I could feel it — and it was incredible.

With her turned about, I was able to reach her pussy from behind, and I fingered her energetically. Holding my ass in his hands, Luke rammed his cock in and out of me, being careful not to interfere with Stevie’s tongue work.

But I didn’t want all the fun to myself. Stevie deserved to enjoy his cock, too. It took some effort, but I got Luke to slow and stop, and got Stevie’s mouth away from my snatch. She lay back, and Luke moved into position above her, looking dazed and elated. If this was his midlife crisis, he sure looked like he was having a ball with it.

He slipped his dick into Stevie’s pussy. As she’d done, I moved around so I could get a taste of both of them while Luke fucked her. I wasn’t quite as flexible as Stevie, but I managed to get in a few licks.

The scent of their wild sex was delicious. Luke’s cock flashed in and out of her, just inches away from my face. I licked the outer edges of Stevie’s pussy, savoring her tart flavor. Then I ran my tongue along Luke’s staff as he stroked into her. He was slick with her juices.

Stevie’s hand slid through my butt cheeks, and her fingers dipped into my pussy, but she also flicked her thumb over my asshole, igniting sparks of pleasure in me. Meanwhile, Luke hammered into her relentlessly. Lying half-draped across her, I felt a deep trembling inside Stevie as she writhed beneath us. Then I heard a ragged cry rising from her.

She diddled my pussy and butt hole harder. Ecstasy became a runaway thing in me. I was shuddering right along with Stevie as our mutual orgasms carried us away.

Afterward, I lifted my head and realized Luke was on the brink. This was all too much, but it was just the kind of too much he’d wanted. He deserved a grand finale, though.

I sat up. “Come on our faces!” I cried.

Stevie immediately sprang into action. Luke staggered back as she uncoupled from him. We sat up, side by side. We pressed our faces together, our open mouths directed toward Luke. I wagged my tongue at him, and Stevie did the same.

He made a guttural sound of deranged happiness, taking hold of his slickened cock. His swollen cockhead hovered near our gaping mouths. He gave one jerk, then two, and then he was unloading.

It was a rain of come, a regular downpour. The hot sticky spurts hit us, falling on our tongues, chins and cheeks, with some of the goo dribbling onto our tits. Then, completing Luke’s fantasy, we took turns sucking his cock clean. Happy birthday, boyfriend.

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