Old Ladies, Thongs & Swimming Pools

"Very good!" she said, letting her thong snap back into place. The noise shocked him out of his addled state, and he was taken aback. She stepped back and grabbed her towel again. "That was a test, dear, and you passed."

"What?" Greg asked, shaking his head, baffled. What the fuck was happening here? This confusion caused Doreen to laugh.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" she asked with a smile. "Hon, all you hear about on TV and in the news these days are these stories about young, handsome bucks like you pairing off with sexy older women. In Hollywood, in the movies, in the tabloids, all over. Like, it's this hot new thing that everyone's doing, apparently. So, I see a guy like you moving to a neighborhood like this with a pretty young wife, and, you know... I start to wonder..." Doreen said with a raised eyebrow.

"No! It's nothing like that!" Greg stated, blushing. Was all that really true? Young men like him hooking up with older women in droves? No! Couldn't be. "We moved here cause we got a good deal on the house. Not for me to, uh... not to do anything like that. Honest!"

"Don't worry dear," Doreen said, patting his arm again, this small motion causing her large bare breasts to jiggle. "I believe you... now. I gave you a little test, that's all. Gave you a little tease, worked it a little bit, just wanted to see how you'd react... and you passed. You gave me exactly what I hoped for." The married husband was still beyond shocked that this woman could think such a thing of him, that he would cheat on his wife. He was mortified at the thought of it, and he wanted nothing more than to get out of here. Now! For an introvert like him, an awkward situation like this was just about his worst nightmare, and all his thoughts were of escape. "I just wanted to clear that up before I asked you inside to help me move some furniture inside. Wanted to know what I was getting into, or better yet, if you were hoping to get into me, haha... And now I have my answer..." she said with a small smile. Greg simply looked into her sharp, playful eyes, silent. It was as if she was aware of something even he wasn't cognizant of. "So... come along. Let's go inside and do it!"

"What?" Greg asked, confused, his stomach dropping.

"To help me move that furniture," she clarified. "Get your head out of the gutter, dear," she said, slapping his belly lightly with the back of her hand and smirking. "I just need to borrow some of that young man strength of yours. I did let you borrow the mower. I figure this would make us even. You promised you would..."

"Oh, uh... okay," the married man stammered, not knowing what else to say, not wanting to be rude and just say no. He didn't even remember making such a promise...

"Good," she said, her pretty, friendly face lighting up with a grin. "Follow me..." she said, pointing lazily at the house. The older woman began sauntering towards the sliding glass door at the back of the house. As Greg followed her, he was forced to stare at Doreen from behind. As she walked, her practically bare ass swayed side to side. Despite knowing better, he couldn't help but stare at her amazing rear end. Her full, round, juicy ass was impressive. Very impressive. Each firm cheek jutted out from her body like a shelf, perfectly formed, full and perky and shapely. The cleft in between was fantastic, a deep crevasse of an ass-crack that swallowed up the tiny pink string of her thong perfectly. The upper straps of her thong rode along the tops of the firm cheeks, meeting at a tiny neon pink triangle nestled at the top of her ass-crack, standing out against her smooth flesh. Despite being an older lady, her ass was immaculate. His eyes stayed glued to the older woman's perfect rear end as they walked towards the house, admiring the way the firm cheeks jiggled as she sauntered forward. It was only as they got closer to the house that his eyes began to drift back upward along her long, firm back till they reached the back of her head, just in time for her to look back and glance at him.

"I'm relieved to hear you're not one of those kind of guys. I get that enough..." Doreen said, looking at him. "And besides... you and Molly are a very cute couple." After so many uncomfortable conversations with this woman, he was glad to have a comment he could reply to.

"Oh. Thanks," he said with a crooked smile, still a bit off-kilter from everything.

"And don't worry..." she began. "I'm not one of those women either. I'm not some old spinster prowling for young married men, despite how much fun that would be..." she said, still topless and in a thong in front of this young married man. She turned away from him and continued walking forwards.

"Oh... that's good," Greg replied, still offput by this whole thing, not sure if this was all still some test, or if she was still feeling him out for something...

"How long have you two been married?" she asked without looking back at him.

"About two months," he said to the thong-clad older woman. Now that his eyes were on her upper half, he tried not to notice the fact that he could see her massive fleshy breasts from behind, bouncing lusciously as she walked, the smooth sides of her large boobs visible to him even from the back, jiggling in just the right way with each step.

He TRIED not to notice...

"Well..." she began before reaching the sliding glass door and tugging it open. His eyes jerked upward just as she looked back at him. She didn't seem to notice as she grinned warmly at him. "I'm rooting for you two. I hope you two are together for a long, long time. It'll be nice to have a young couple like you so close by." Greg smiled at her as she stepped inside in front of him. He followed, trying his best not to stare at her exposed butt or her perfect jiggling breasts, keeping his mind on other things. He was so consumed by not paying attention to her that he didn't notice her stop right in front of him as soon as she got inside, bending over slightly to grab something from a nearby table. And because of that, he couldn't stop himself from colliding with her as he followed her. Or, to be more specific, his big, meaty, throbbing bulge collided with her large, firm, thong-clad ass.

As if by fate, his cock was perfectly positioned for this kind of collision. Pointed upwards in his shorts to hide his erection from further detection as best as possible, his lengthy, clothed, nine-inch bulge nestled in perfectly against the older woman's deep, valley-like ass-crack. His swollen married dick pressed against the older woman's ass firmly for a few seconds as he accidentally walked into her. She stayed in place, not giving up an inch as he ran into her, forcing him to inadvertently grind himself into her. Stunned at the sensation of his big hard cock suddenly pressing against this older woman's full round ass, he jumped back, hoping somehow that she hadn't noticed his bulge rubbing up against her.

"Oh!" she called out in surprise as soon he jumped away. Doreen quickly stepped forward, pivoting deftly on her heel, turning and facing the mortified married man. He looked at her nervously, terrified as to what she'd say. Then, after a long pause, she laughed.

"Well..." she began. "It's because I'm rooting for you two that I'm not gonna tell her about... that. Hahaha." she said, glancing at his still bulging crotch. But what started as a glance quickly became a stare, as she took the chance to again admire the sizable swell in his shorts. "Wow! You really should watch where you're swinging that thing!" she tittered, still looking right at it. "That monster's gonna get you into a LOT of trouble if you're not careful..."

"Uh..." Greg stammered, hiding behind a counter, his nervousness making the older woman giggle again. He looked up and gathered himself. "I'm so sorry, Doreen. I seriously don't know what's come over me today..."

"Don't worry hon... it'll just go on the growing list of secrets between us," she assured him. "Although it seems like that list is getting longer and LONGER..." she teased, glancing downwards knowingly again. He looked away, trying to will himself soft, but being in such proximity with this exposed older woman... it just wasn't working. If he wasn't so addled with the heat... if he and Molly had had sex within the last two weeks... he wouldn't be behaving like this. Sensing his struggle, she smiled. "You stay here, hon. Relax... cool off," she said knowingly, walking away from him, but not before glancing down at his crotch again for a few extended moments. "Let me get changed and then we'll get to work. I'm gonna need you to be able to focus solely on the task at hand," she said, shaking her nearly-bare butt as she walked into her bedroom and shut the door behind her. At this, Greg exhaled. With her out of sight, it was as if the pressure around him disappeared. Finally, he could breathe.

What was going on? This woman made him supremely uncomfortable, and she seemed to delight in inciting such feelings in him. What was she on about earlier? Young guys on the prowl for older women? That wasn't a real thing... right? That was the stuff of fiction and fantasy. But if that was the case, then why was she dressed that way? And why didn't she put something else on after she saw how uncomfortable it made him? Was it all part of her little test? Or was she in fact the one on the prowl for young game? Something about her, and that knowing, confident glare of hers, left him feeling off his axis. Something was off about Doreen that he couldn't quite place, and it made him want to just run away. The only things keeping him here were social niceties. The promise he'd apparently made. If it wasn't for that, he would want nothing more than to get out of there and get back home.

And why was he reacting so strongly to her? Why did he stare at her exposed body like a horny teenager? Why did he get erect right in front of her? This old woman! Maybe if she hadn't been so brazenly displaying herself, he wouldn't have looked at her like this. Maybe he wouldn't have reacted in the way he did. Maybe he wouldn't be standing there, a bundle of tangled nerves. But that didn't explain why he was getting so turned on by this. Sure, with the move and all the business surrounding that, his sex life had taken a hit. And he had become so stressed out that he was not at his best. But that didn't fully explain it. He had never once been turned on by any woman remotely similar to her. Maybe the heat had scrambled his brain, cooked him enough where even older women like Doreen were starting to look really, REALLY good to him. Where any exposed flesh caused him to get hard as a brick, even if the person exposing that flesh was a busty older woman in a hot-pink thong who seemed to delight in toying with him.

Greg needed to cool off, literally and figuratively. He had to relax. He had to push past the fact that in the past six months, with the stress of getting married, and the move, and all through the worst of his writer's block, nothing had gotten him worked up as strongly as Doreen had.

He had to clear his head. Take a breath.

Now that he was alone and he had a few moments of peace, he studied his surroundings. Hers was a nice little home, clean and well organized, nothing too crazy. It was decorated well, the furniture seemed nice, and it was very well-furnished. The thing that seemed least fitting in this display was the surprisingly large, expensive looking flat-screen TV up against the wall of her living room. Her TV was nicer than his! But other than that, everything seemed to be fitting of a woman like her, but a few details caught his attention.

First, on a nearby table were a couple magazines. Gossip mags, the type you see in line at the grocery store. On the covers of both were stories about some famous older woman dating a younger man, just like Doreen had mentioned earlier. One was about some famous fashion lady holding hands with some handsome younger man. The other was about a famous older singer hooking up with some young dude that was the husband of a contestant on the show she was a judge for. Another was some behind-the-scenes rumor about some movie, alleging this handsome young married actor was hooking up with his co-star, a much older, very acclaimed actress. Was this really a thing? Did things like this truly happen in real life? Was he that out of the loop? Was Doreen far more tapped in?

Greg moved on and kept glancing around the room. He noticed a bunch of Blu-rays stacked near the TV, and being a bit of a movie buff, he couldn't help but wonder what movies they were. To him, someone's taste in film was like a window into their true nature, and he could often make friends based on movie taste alone. But upon seeing them, he quickly realized these were not any movies he'd find in his own collection.

It was porn. All of it.

Seemingly every movie in the stack was a porno. And it wasn't just any porn, either. Reading the titles, it was clear these were all porn of the same flavor. Mature porn. Porn with older women fucking younger guys. Obscene MILF pornography. Greg examined the titles, and each was more distressing than the last.

"Old Sluts Fuck Young Hunks Vol 11"

"Married Men Fucking Nasty Old Whores Vol 17"

"One Man, Four Sluts: Old Lady Edition"

"Evil Older Women Get a Deep Dicking Vol 4"

"Home-Wrecking Mature Sluts Vol 8"

"Busty Old Whores Do It Better Vol 3"

"Hot Mature Women Getting Hosed Down with Semen Vol 2"

"Older Sluts get their Tits Sucked and Fucked Vol 5"

"Restrained and Ridden: Hot Mature Women Make Young Men Beg"

"Scheming MILF Sluts Make Married Men Nut"

"Older Sluts Wearing Out Younger Men Vol 6"

"He Can't Resist That Old Lady's Tits Vol 2"

"Horny MILFS Torment Young Wives by Stealing Their Men!"

"Hot Married Studs Make Older Sluts Cum Vol 8"

"Nasty Old Hags Hunt in Packs: Beach Bikini Edition"

"Big Titty Grandmas Corrupting Younger Men Vol 2"

"Teasing Old Whores Tempting Young Husbands into Cheating Vol 3"

"Slutty MILF's Edging Married Men into Insanity"

"Gold-Digging Old Sluts Stealing Prized Married Studs for Themselves"

"The Society of Older Women's Affairs presents: True-Life Footage of Mature Women Seducing and Fucking Younger Married Men"

At the bottom of this stack of movies appeared to be an actual movie, "Titanic". But moving aside the movies on top of it to get a better look at the cover, it appeared to not be the Oscar-winning film about the famous nautical disaster, and was in fact a movie called "TIT-anic" with a bunch of older actresses with gigantic boobs on a cruise liner, each seemingly sinking their claws into a handsome, young shirtless stud of their choice. Each of these well-built young men wore a look of distress at the predicament they'd found seemingly themselves in, caught in the clutches of these bikini-clad older women. Greg didn't think this one was a porno, judging by the fact that he recognized some of the actresses from actual movies. But since the front of the case promised that this was the unrated edition, promising extended, uncensored sex scenes, this sex-romp probably wasn't far off being a full-on porno that fit right in with the other movies in this stack.

Greg scanned all these movies again. As he re-read through these titles, his heart dropped. As each one's contents got nastier and nastier, he realized he wasn't safe. He was in the viper's lair. The spider's web. Suddenly, it all fell into place. Everything she had done made sense now. There was no innocence to Doreen. She was a twisted old lady aiming to seduce him. All of her actions were done for the sole purpose to get him here, into her house... into her clutches. And he had willingly allowed himself to follow her into her trap.

Was this all just coincidence? Couldn't be! She knew he was married, yet she eagerly exposed herself to him, showing off her big round tits and round, thong-clad ass. She teased him out of nowhere with the idea that he might be into older women like her, all under the guise of a test And now, despite all that, he was in her house, waiting for her to appear, surrounded by all this evidence to her true intentions. Exactly where she wanted him to be...

Greg had to do something.

"Uh..." he called out loud enough that she could hear in the next room, taking a few tentative steps back. "Doreen, I need to go!" He began moving back towards the glass door when he heard her call out.

"Why?" she asked from her room, her voice muffled.

"I... I don't feel so good," Greg lied, his hand resting on the sliding door, about to pull it open, about to escape. "I need to get home..." he called out without looking back.

"Are you sure?" she said from behind him, her voice clearer as she had now opened the door to speak to him.

"Uh, yeah, I'm sure..." Greg began, accidentally glancing back at Doreen as he was about to pull the sliding door open.

That was when he stopped in his tracks.

Doreen was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, and she was completely naked.

He'd already seen her big breasts. And he'd seen her full ass, too. But now, he was seeing everything. She'd gone into her room under the auspice of changing clothes, and in the five minutes she'd been in there, all she'd seemingly accomplished was peeling off her thong. Even though he'd seen her in next-to-nothing, even though he'd gotten a hint of what was under that tiny thong, actually seeing her fully naked was something else entirely. His eyes went straight down to her now exposed pussy. Unlike his wife, she was completely shaved. He could the smooth, puffy lips of her mature cunt, and despite himself, he couldn't stop staring. This sight was so sudden and shocking. He couldn't look away.

"What's wrong, dear?" she asked naively. At this, the normally reserved Greg began getting upset. She knew exactly what she was doing. There was no point hiding it.

"I think you're trying to seduce me, Doreen," Greg said plainly, hand still resting on the sliding door next to him.

"Of course, I am, honey," she said with a confident smile, resting one arm on the door frame, showcasing her luscious naked frame to the younger man. She was posed like a centerfold in a magazine... a mature woman centered nudie mag. "I thought you knew. I couldn't have been much more obvious about it. I mean..." she said, staring at her own exposed breasts, as if that alone should have been his biggest clue to her dark intentions. "If I didn't like what I saw, I wouldn't have gotten out the pool. But Greg... I did like what I saw. And I did get out of the pool to let you see the goods. And you've been responding just as I hoped you would. If you didn't like what you saw, you wouldn't be standing in my house, right? So, you have to ask yourself... why are you still here? Is it because you really liked seeing my body?" she asked knowingly.

"No..." Greg replied, but even to him, the reply sounded week. She smiled lightly at this.

"Then why haven't you left yet? Why haven't you run back to that pretty young wife of yours?" she asked firmly.

"I'm about to," Greg stated, readying himself again to yank the door open.

"No, you're not," she said confidently, shaking her head and smiling, padding lazily into the living room, totally nude, her amazing bare breasts swaying in the air. Despite his pledge to leave, despite now knowing her true intentions, he still couldn't stop staring at them. "If you actually wanted to leave, you would have done so. No..." she said, shaking her head. "You're not going anywhere. You're not leaving until you follow me into my bedroom, close the door, you rip off your clothes, and me and you finally have hot, sweaty sex. That's where this has been heading from the start. I know it... and you know it too," she stated, walking towards him, her huge, fleshy tits swinging lewdly with every step. His eyes stayed locked on her nipples as she walked, almost hypnotized by the sight. "You were so obvious, I figured you knew what you were doing, showing off that hot, sweaty body... and that big, swinging cock of yours, haha! There was no mystery what you were packing down there as soon as you stepped in my backyard! Mmm... you looked positively delicious, Greg. I knew had to have you." she said, her voice getting lower as she got closer. "Trying to tempt me. I could even say you were asking for it. It was like something out of the movies. I could see it in your eyes how badly you needed this. You've probably been asking for it for a long time. Well... ask no more."