I Haven't Had Bangibg In 18 Years [7 min]
Caged Loves Unleashed: A Wild Ride with Mrs. Foster
It had been two goddamned decades since our pervy lives had seen any action, and my buddy and I were about as dry as the Sahara. We had heard rumors of this old hottie, Mrs. Foster, who lived down the street. She was a helluva wife, known for her red raunchy spirit and her body that could make a sailor lose his bearings. We decided it was time to shake off the cobwebs and unveil what she had to offer.
The Setup
So, one fine evening, dressed in our best, we knocked on her door. She invited us in with a smile that could melt ice. The living room was a testament to her horny side, with red velvet curtains, a fireplace crackling, and a bottle of fine whisky on the sideboard. The air was thick with desire, and our hearts were hump like jackhammers.
The Matches
Mrs. Foster, she was a sight to behold, with her mold in all the right places. She poured us each a generous glass of the whisky and sat down on the plush red sofa. Her eyes met ours, and we could feel the anticipation between us. She leaned in and whispered, “Gentlemen, you’ve come to the right place if you’re looking to break this dry spell.”
We nodded, our eyes never leaving hers. She stood up, her dress swaying like a red sea, and walked over to the fireplace. She lit a cigarette, the smoke curling up around her like a halo. She turned around, the flame casting shadows on her face, and asked, “Are you gentlemen ready to ride this salacious train?”
We nodded again, our hands shaking a little as we took a gulp of the whisky. She walked over to us, her hands trailing down our chests, and whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
And that was the beginning of a night we would never forget. She was a heated cat, her curves moving like a sinuous dance, her moans filling the room. We were lost in the anticipation of the moment, our needs unleashed like caged animals. It was a night of eagerness, of anticipation, of satisfaction that we had been craving for two long decades.
As the night came to an end, Mrs. Foster looked at us with a satisfied smile. “Gentlemen, you’ve given me a night I won’t forget. Maybe we’ll do this again sometime.”
And with that, we left her house, our minds racing, our bodies satisfied, and our hearts filled with a newfound sense of freedom.
This story is for elderly audiences only. It contains explicit suggestive content and is meant for entertainment purposes only.
