EXTRACT FOR
Mrs. Primrose the MILF's Cuckold Adventures
(Goddess Pleasure)

Mrs. Priscilla Primrose's long and dark soft hair cascaded over her shoulders as she stared at Brad, her eighteen-year-old gorgeous black gardener who was pruning her many roses several yards away from where she was sunbathing on a bright June morning. With the heat of the day beating down upon them both in more ways than one, beads of sweat dotted his brow. They occasionally dripped onto his bare and muscular young chest as he toiled away in the sprawling garden. Standing up, she knew she looked incredibly desirable for her mature age and she also knew that he was watching her at every given chance he had, his deep, dark brown eyes undressed what little clothing she already had on. She had felt so strongly, they devouring every toned inch of her sexy body as her deep cleavage bulged over the top of her bikini. Rubbing cream over her freshly shaven mound, her fingers slowly moving up and out of her bikini bottoms, a blob of white lotion almost causing the frustrated young man to fall over a stack of shovels which were propped up against a wall.



"Look where you're going, for Pete's sake," he muttered to himself.



Clicking her fingers, she summoned him toward her with a sexy smile, wishing he'd take his time so that she could likewise devour each and every muscular sexy inch of him too. Her body ached for his touch, more than his thirst screamed for refreshing water. Even though she loved her husband, Robert, he was of no use to her anymore sexually. She wanted and desperately needed a real man to satisfy her simmering lust, and to satisfy her completely. Foreplay and a quick fumble under their marital bedsheets and fake moans and faking orgasms with Robert was no longer enough for her. And she could no longer tolerate lying on a damp patch as he slept either, while she lay awake - frustrated and still so very turned on.



Things were becoming unbearable!



After tolerating her boring marital situation for years and with no family to take care of, Priscilla tried to keep herself as busy as possible during the daytime by having telephone chats with friends and pampering herself in as many different ways that she could think of. But even that was becoming mundane. She needed the female inside herself to actually feel like a female. Not a housewife, slowly going crazy as the years ebbed away, threatening to deprive her of her looks as well as passion in her life. The thought of approaching the age of fifty and still feeling like this was too much to bear.



Things came to a head one day when she decided that she now preferred a man who could sexually ravage her senseless until sunrise ??" not someone that she already had, whose idea of excitement was picking his toenails when watching darts on TV. The only dart she wanted was a well-aimed, rock-hard bulging fleshy dart - heading her way. The bullseye being between her tight, deprived and eager thighs. Robert suspected something was up whenever his limp member tried to rise, quickly becoming flaccid and useless once more whenever she uttered the passion-killing words: "Not tonight dear. I've got a headache."



It never occurred to him that he was her headache. A pathetic quickie wasn't even adequate to her. She wanted it to be slow, prolonged and very enjoyable, and it was anything but that. So, they lived in the same huge house and amicably went about their days in a civilised manner, both wanting things to improve, but unable to find a way to do so.



Until Brad came along...



"Hi, Mrs. Primrose. Do you want something? Is everything okay?" the dark brooding hunk asked, running one hand over his black and shiny shaved head, the other clutching secateurs.



Do I want something? He must be blind if he hasn't noticed by now just how much I want him to stuff his hard tool inside me, she thought, as he slowly strolled toward her, his eyes never leaving her chest for one single second. Panting from overworking in the sprawling and perfect gardens after lifting heavy rocks to build her a rockery, with a friendly smile she handed him a glass of sparkling ice water. He licked his oh so very plump and kissable lips at this welcome thirst quencher and also at the heavenly sight of her bulging cleavage which was now threatening to spill over her bikini top. It clung to her incredible body, a fabric so thin she may as well not be wearing anything at all... He so wanted her to let him rip it off with his fingers and to let her breasts loose. Or, better still, he would love nothing more than to tear her bikini top from off her body with his teeth. He didn't realise how much she longed to enjoy some skin on skin hot contact too.



The thought of her ample breasts spilling out and into his waiting hands, the outline of her nipples through the material driving his mind and body crazy, almost caused him to drop his glass of water as she purposely and deliberately bent over, inches from him to pick up a stray leaf from off the patchy ground which was being prepared for a brand new layer of grass. He imagined taking her from behind; just a second to peel down her bikini bottoms and to slip and slide right inside her...