Old Ladies, Thongs, & Cookie Trays

He shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts. He knew his judgment was being clouded by his stiff prick, throbbing almost painfully in his pants. He wanted to sweep Pam into his arms and take her to the bed and just ravish her, but that felt like it was somehow giving Edna the victory. As if admitting their interaction had spurred him into sex. So, he was patient. He played the rest of the day out, unpacking, having dinner, normal couple stuff, letting this first sample of domestic life soften his stiff prick. And through it all, he did his best to push that strange interaction with Edna out of his mind.

Surely by the end of the day, that weird conversation would be long forgotten. And when he and his wife went to bed, he wouldn't let that strange interaction with that old lady affect him at all.

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"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my God, baby! You're so hard!" Pam moaned as her husband drilled her. He was getting really into it, more than he typically would, but his need was great. Way more than usual. He pounded his bare cock into his new wife from on top of her, consummating their marriage vigorously on their marital bed for the first time.

Dean had done a good job of pushing that odd conversation with Edna out of his head. His attention was solely on his wife. Totally focused on his wife. He was focused on Pam and her nice squeezing pussy, focusing on her slim body, her nice petite breasts and her trimmed belly. She was great. She was all he would ever need. And every time Edna and her weird conversation entered the periphery of his mind, he pushed it away.

If you asked Dean, he would make it very clear that Edna wasn't affecting him at all. Not in the least. It was just a coincidence that he was harder than he had ever been in his life, and he was fucking his wife harder than he ever had before. Pam certainly wasn't complaining, proud of herself for inspiring such lust in her man. And Dean was experiencing a type of lust he had never felt before. His wife was feeling great, and the lust he was feeling was turning this into some of the best sex of his life. Certainly the hottest of his encounters with Pamela.

But, in his current state, he didn't have the control or patience to last very long. He was that turned on. So, he fucked his new wife hard, his fit body flexing and tensing as he did so. Pam's slim legs were wrapped around him as her fingers dug into his back, her body racked with pleasure. Dean was doing his best to keep this loving, lusty encounter going, but it was a losing battle. He had closed his eyes as he fucked her, something he didn't normally do, so he could focus on holding back on his climax. And he was getting the job done, holding back his impending orgasm to keep the moment going, like the good lover he was. Suddenly, feeling bad at making their marital bed consummation so impersonal, he opened his eyes, eager to look down at his pretty young wife. But it wasn't her face he saw.

It was Edna's.

"Fuck me, baby!" Edna moaned to him loudly, her regal voice screaming out in lust. "Fuck my hot body! Fuck my tight fucking cunt!"

Hearing her words, he couldn't help but look down. Below him was no longer Pam's nice, slim body. It had been replaced by Edna's lust-inspiring, voluptuous curves. His eyes got lost in her smooth, creamy, sweat-covered skin. He felt her long firm, mature legs wrapped around him. He felt her old lady hands digging roughly into his taut back, claiming rightful ownership. His eyes took her in her body, her silky, fit belly. Her tight, neatly trimmed cunt, the plump, shockingly youthful lips wrapped around his turgid shaft, squeezing it hard, her landing strip a small patch of matching silvery-blonde hair. But his eyes lingered on her breasts. They were absolutely massive, jutting up from her body, the skin looking so smooth. The udders looking so round. The pink nipples looking so hard. The weighty jugs bounced and jiggled hypnotically, arresting his vision. Her massive boobs were simply perfect.

Dean looked up at her face. Not seeing his wife below him, he looked down to see that plucked eyebrow of Edna's raised knowingly. He saw that confident, cool smirk cross her plump lips. As if telling him she knew he would be thinking about her. As if she understood this need in him. As if she was rightfully confident that she was the most prominent object of lust the younger man could ever have. And it was this bold, confident, controlling smirk that lingered in his mind.

Dean's cock exploded.

It came without warning, as if unable to be contained. Hot, thick cum burst from his cock, filling up the tight grasping pussy below him. His nuts flexed obscenely, firing jets of thick seed into her pussy. His eyes closed, the pleasure almost too great to take as he drove down, grinding into the woman below him, his body jerking in near-violent spasms. Although in truth, it was his wife below him, in his mind, it was Edna. It was Edna who had made him cum. It was her perfect cunt taking his thick cum. It was her moans ringing in his ears. It was her sweaty naked body against his.

It was Edna giving him the greatest orgasm of his life. Not his wife.

Which was why, in the throes of passion, with both of the young lovers moaning like crazy, it wasn't her name on his lips.

"Edddnnnnnnnnnnn... uuuuhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned out, the words indiscernible to the young wife as she was lost in the throes of passion.

Dean finally rolled off his bride, gasping for pleasure. He was so exhausted physically from the long day and the vigorous sex that he could barely form a coherent thought.

"Jesus baby!" Pam moaned out. "You must have been really excited!" She had never been fucked that lustily. She had never felt her husband that turned on.

Her words entered his mind, only adding to the nasty appeal of what he had just done. But the one thing that he couldn't stop thinking about was the fact that, even though this was him breaking in his marital bed with his new wife, she hadn't been the woman that spurred the pleasure in him. It was another woman. It was another woman who got him hot. It was another woman that got him off. That cum that filled up his wife's pussy... it didn't belong to his wife. It belonged to Edna. The best sex of his life had been spurred on by some crazy old lady.

And it felt incredible.

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"Oh my God, babe!" Pam said, greeting her groggy husband in the kitchen. "You have got to try one of these cookies Edna made. They taste incredible!"

Dean felt quite a bit of guilt for what had happened the night before, and he didn't need to be reminded of Edna first thing in the morning. Giving his wife a warm smile, and acting like everything was normal, acting like the mere mention of that older woman didn't make his cock twinge, he took a bite of the cookie Edna had baked for him. And Pam was right.

It was indescribably tasty.

"I might have to get some baking tips from her. Oh my God!" Pam said. Dean winced slightly at his wife calling attention to this older woman being superior to her in one aspect of life. She had already supplanted a prominence in his mind sexually, at least for one night, and now she had proven her superiority in one other aspect of life. If he kept thinking about her, would he realize that she was superior in more ways? In all ways? No... NO!

Dean knew he had to stop thinking about that woman. It was a weird intrusion into his mind, but he had had momentary obsessions with other women in his past before, and he'd been able to get them out of his system eventually. Sure, he ended up just screwing most of them, but this one was different. This was an older woman. And he was married now. Sure, she was shockingly attractive for a woman her age. Sure, she had massive, luscious tits, and her ass was round and firm and juicy. But she was just some twisted old lady.

He should be able to get over her in no time.

*************

(3 Days Later)

As Pam cooked dinner, Dean had locked himself in the bathroom so he could stroke his dick vigorously in complete privacy.

"Fuck, Edna! Yes!" he muttered to himself as he pleasured his bone hard erection.

Yeah, Dean hadn't been able to forget about Edna. Not in the least. In fact, he had only become more obsessed.

He couldn't explain it. He would push her out of his mind for a while, but the moment thoughts of her would intrude on even the edge of his mind, his cock would get as hard as concrete in his pants. And once that happened, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her until he drained the cum from his aching nuts. Every night, his lovemaking with Pam was vigorous and energetic, but it was all to thoughts of Edna. She was taking over his mind, and he couldn't explain why.

He had come across some confident women in his past, and they had always really done it for him. Usually, with those girls, they had the body to back up their attitude, on top of a cunning, aggressive mind, and they always followed through with their bold claims. But those girls would wait and size up their competition before choosing their moment to strike. This woman, Edna, this was different. She had struck right away, mere feet from his wife, staking her claim immediately. It was as if she was that confident in her sexual appeal that she just knew he would fall victim to her wiles, even with such a small push. As if she was completely convinced that she could lure him into bed, and all she had to do was snap her fingers to make him break his marital vows.

That kind of confidence was unexplainably sexy.

And this wasn't some confident, gorgeous young slut with big, perky tits who had men dying to be with her. No, that would make sense. But this woman... she was an old lady! And sure, she was actually really good looking, and yeah, she had really huge tits, but she was still an older lady. Either she was completely insane, or she knew she was SO good in bed that she knew she could make any hot young guy bend to her whims. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized she didn't seem crazy. She seemed bold. She seemed confident. She seemed assured in her bold claims to the point where they just had to be true.

Dean just knew that Edna would be dynamite in bed.

And once he thought about this, he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop thinking about her nude. Seeing her big, full, round tits exposed to him. Seeing that shapely, fit, juicy ass naked. Seeing that thong she had so brazenly shown off to him splitting her ripe, jutting cheeks. Seeing her confident, plump lips wrapped around his cock, her calm cool eyes looking up at him, eyebrow raised knowingly, as if she knew she could suck his dick better than his wife could. She probably could, too, Dean realized. She would suck his cock like a seasoned slut. God, it would be good. She probably had a lot of sex. A woman like her... God, she was probably getting laid whenever she wanted. She was probably every bit as good at sex as she boasted about. She probably knew how to screw young men immaculately, and steal them from their young wives, and she was confident she could do it to Dean.

Dean couldn't stop thinking about her. As wrong as it was, the thought was just sizzling to him. He didn't know if it had anything to do with her age, because even though he had done it with all sorts of girls, he had never been pursued by a woman as old as she was. He had never done it with an older woman. This was one of the few things that was new to him, and having something out there that he had never had made him want it all the more.

The more he tried to push thoughts of Edna away, the harder he would eventually cum to thoughts of her. The more prominent in his mind she became. It seemed like a losing battle. It felt like his already sizable nuts were producing gallons of thick, sticky cum thanks to Edna, and he was helpless to stop it. She had seemingly taken over his mind, and it felt like there was no way to ignore it. It seemed like his only choice was to give in to these desires. To embrace them.

His mind was working against him. Even in those moments where he'd be looking back at past memories, or reminiscing with Pam, or just lost in thought, Edna found her way through. Like that night at the bar, the night Dean first realized he might have feelings for Pam. As things quieted down that night, they stayed at the bar, standing next to each other, conversing, the type of easy back and forth that he hadn't had in so long. This was the first night they kissed. This was the night their love started. But in this memory, he looked over Pam's shoulder... and saw Edna, behind the bar, eye-fucking him while licking her lips, with so much mature cleavage exposed. Dean had to shake his head to clear Edna from invading this memory.

But she wasn't done showing up in memories she didn't belong. Looking back at the memory of his wedding day, the greatest day of his life, a day he looked back upon often, and remembering the moment he leaned over to kiss his wife, it was the happiest moment of his life. But suddenly, he realized that Edna was standing behind his bride, replacing Pam's actual bridesmaid, looking far more attractive than she did. Looking far more attractive than the bride, as well. Edna the bridesmaid shook her chest for Dean, jiggling those big fucking tits for him, distracting him from this perfect moment.

Recalling their honeymoon, he remembered how cute Pam looked in her bikini on the beach. She was there, sitting next to him, smiling for him, so happy to finally be alone together. But then his attention was stolen by Edna, emerging from the ocean, wearing a tiny white bikini, water traveling down her lush mature body. Her body looked obscene, her huge, creamy, mature tits bouncing everywhere, barely contained by the tiny string bikini. The rest of her fit body was left exposed, other than the triangle covering her nether regions. In that bikini, there wasn't a chance any man would forget about her. And that night, the first of many nights him and Pam made love in their honeymoon suite, after seeing Edna looking like that, he couldn't help but imagine Edna taking his wife's place, fucking him savagely, his wife nowhere to be found.

He would find himself distracted with these thoughts, to the point where even Pam noticed, shaking him from his thoughts with a, "Hey! Earth to Dean!" She would joke about he easily he was getting distracted lately. It was clear he had something on his mind, but he was able to deftly avoid going too deep into his thoughts with her.

He found no safety from Edna in his dreams either. One night, he was dreaming of him and Pam traveling, hiking on the most beautiful trail, with mountains that felt too massive and too gorgeous to actually be real. It was like they had found the most beautiful spot on Earth, and it was only just him and her, husband and wife, Dean and Pam. This dream went on, and he never wanted it too end. He could feel the love between them and it felt too good to be true.

Because it was.

Dean and Pam were not alone. Edna emerged in front of them, hands on her hips, an obstacle in their way, preventing them from getting to their goal, the summit of the mountain. Dean looked at Pam, and she looked at him, unsure of what to do. But Edna looked like she knew exactly what was coming.

The next thing he remembered, he was screwing Edna from behind, her jeans pulled down and her top pulled up, his hands eagerly grabbing those massive, bouncing jugs as he drilled her fiercely. A few feet away was Pam, sobbing, crying out, 'How could you?' But neither of the illicit lovers cared. The just kept fucking. By the end of the dream, Dean and Edna marched on together, leaving a crushed, crying Pam behind. The moment him and Edna reached the peak of the mountain together, Dean's eyes opened.

Feeling a sensation from his crotch, he pulled up the sheets and looked down, only to see his hard cock throbbing. This motion caused Pam to roll over. Inspecting his current state, she slid her hand down to grip his bulging member.

"Jesus, hon. I've never felt your cock this hard!" she purred groggily into his ear. "Must have been having good dreams." He rolled over swiftly and gathered his wife in his arms, making her giggle. Hoping to forget the truth of that dream, he quickly ravished her, drilling her hard with his iron-hard prick. But in the darkness of the night, with that memory of the dream so prominent in his mind, it was again Edna's hot body that drove him to blow his load.

He couldn't deny it at this point. He wanted to fuck Edna. He wanted to give her exactly what she wanted. He wanted to make that smug old bitch moan. He wanted to fill her tight mature cunt with his young beefy cock and pile-drive his schlong in and out of her. He wanted to feel his balls slapping against Edna's ass. He wanted to fill her mature cunt up with his thick cum. To put it bluntly, he wanted to have rough, nasty sex with Edna. And it was these thoughts that drove him crazy. It was these thoughts that made him shockingly hard day after day. It was these thoughts that drove him to spill his married seed in heated jack-off sessions, even at work. He couldn't stop thinking about her, because his fantasies of her were just so blindingly hot.

So, this was how this guy who was the top stud in college, the guy all the girls wanted and many once had, the guy who had seemingly done it all sexually... this was how he started fantasizing about fucking an old lady. How the prized seed that so many girls were after ended up being spilled in tribute to an older woman, the neighborhood mom. How a loyal married man began thinking about cheating on his pretty young wife with an old lady over twice her age.

But obviously, he couldn't actually fuck Edna.

He wasn't stupid. He wasn't actually gonna go through with it. He just hoped he could get over this weird obsession with this old woman and get back to normal. It shouldn't be that hard. But then again, he shouldn't be this hard for her. That being said, he was content to keep this to fantasy. Nasty, blisteringly hot fantasy, sure, but nonetheless, fantasy. He was a married man, and these types of secret naughty fantasies were no doubt present in even the best marriages. Yeah, this was something new, and different, and while it seemed incredibly arousing right now, these fantasies would eventually stop being so blindingly hot.

He hadn't even talked to her once since that first meeting. Yeah, this whole thing was all spurred on by that small two minute encounter. It shouldn't be that hard to avoid her moving forward. It wasn't like this old lady was in his same social circles, and since they had first met, she had made no move to seek him out. He had seen her once or twice in the neighborhood jogging, but she hadn't even glanced in his direction.

He had glanced in her direction, but it was by total coincidence. Honest. And yes, he had noticed how great her ass looked in her tights, the tight material clinging to those firm luscious cheeks, while also highlighting her sexy ass-crack, where the fleshy cheeks came together, forming a divine cleft. And the way her tights clung to her perfect rear really showcased its perfect, round shape, which jiggled firmly as she ran. How it shook side-to-side hypnotically. And yeah, he had noted to himself that her round, juicy ass was superior to most women half her age. He couldn't deny it. It was a fact.

And yeah, he had also, completely accidently, glimpsed at her massive, mature, heavy breasts, bouncing as much as they could in her heavily reinforced sports bra. Every little movement she made let them jiggle just perfectly. Watching her run, it was almost obscene the way they bounced. They were even more mammoth and sexy than he remembered. They were just so fucking big! And yes, he did just happen to aggressively jack off mere moments after this, having one of his most explosive orgasms yet.