1. The Legendary Mrs. Olsen


    Date: 3/5/2016, Categories: MILF, Author: Adamgunn, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    The protagonist of this tale is a married woman. If that offends your sensitivities, please don’t read this. The hotel lounge was quiet that evening, not surprising for a Wednesday. A table with five out of towners drinking pitchers of beer, seven people spread out around the oversized horseshoe bar. One woman, not bad for a lady of her age, certainly over forty, possibly even in her early fifties. C-cup breasts under a white blouse, jeans, black pumps. You always noticed the shoes, women love their shoes. Big rock on the left hand, but that didn’t bother him, a lot of women didn’t care much when their husband wasn’t watching. Great necklace and bracelet, she was classy. Long nose, thin lips, collar length blond hair, she’d be pretty if she smiled, but Tom hadn’t seen that since she’d entered the place half an hour ago and ordered a drink. Curt was moaning about Cindy, worse than usual. The bitch had invited him to dinner last Friday, supposedly to talk like adults about their impending divorce, and invited him back to their (her?) apartment and fucked him like the dick he was. Then she’d kicked him out in the middle of the night, letting him know another guy was picking her up Saturday morning and driving out to a B&B in the snowy plains. Another time up and down the yo-yo, and Curt didn’t know whether he wanted to try and make another go of it or tell her to go to hell. Tom tried to tell him he was getting played, but Curt didn’t want to hear it; served him right. Once ...
    again Tom checked the blond out, and this time he caught her eye and held it for five seconds or more. “Hey, doesn’t she remind you of Mrs. Olsen?” It was their high school chemistry teacher, a very hot babe. She had something that the younger teachers didn’t have, a sense of I-know-what-I’ve-got-and-you’ll-never-get it. There were rumors she was putting out for the principal. “Yeah, I guess so,” Curt replied. “You know, I’d still like to have a piece of her ass.” “She must be sixty by now.” “Maybe, but I’d still like it.” “You’re sick, Tom.” Maybe he was, but still, if he could get to Mrs. Olsen, he’d take that chance. Maybe, just maybe, the woman on the other side of the bar would be a great substitute. It was time for him to make a move. The woman in the white blouse was ticked off. She couldn’t stand her hotel room, so she'd headed down to the bar to at least have some noise other than the television. She waved to the barmaid, ordered an Absolut/tonic, two limes. Then she thought. First, there was this stupid conference twelve hundred miles from home. Her new boss enrolled her in it, didn’t give her a chance to talk her way out of it like she had so many times before. He’d caught on to her quickly, and even though she was the top sales rep in the district, he didn’t let her run her own life the way Jerry had. She’d been bored during the morning meetings, slipped out in the afternoon and went to the Mall of America. Bought some jewelry and a sweet silky baby-doll. Maybe that ...
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