My Cougar Cheating Story ♕

An Art Class Made Me A Cougar

Naturally, I blame my coworkers for my transformation into a cougar. Of course, I’m Karina, your phone sex goddess. If you’ve ever had a call with me, you know all about my nontraditional marriage.

I have two, high-earning men in the Washington, DC area. One chocolate. Conversely, one vanilla. Without a doubt, I have a great life with all kinds of fun. How could I have run into any scenario where a twenty-something begs to eat my pussy daily?

Being a cougar is a realization. It’s like when you wake up and realize you’ve reached these imaginary age benchmarks. I had to consider that I’m old. Well, older than my coworkers at least. They’re cute. One of them is blonde with really nice tits and a wonderful smile. She looks like she knows how to eat pussy at least.

When she invited me to a late-night painting class, I jumped at the opportunity. I just knew she was hitting on me. I wondered if one of my men would like to stretch her holes as I pulled up to the venue.

When I entered the room, I realized there was a mixture of women and men in the class. I found that most interesting since these kinds of things are usually filled with women.

The second thing I noticed was that the men were young and hot.  The instant moisture of my pussy came as a surprise. That was the first moment of my cougar awakening.

I procured my glass of wine and in between Blonde Tits and one of the twenty-something hotties. This particular one was brawny. His muscles peaked from beneath his shirt. I instantly knew I’d suck his cock if allowed to slurp his balls. Maybe the cougar was waiting for activation?

Billy the Cub

I tried to poise myself as the teachers introduced themselves. They explained the boring shit. The materials, the medium, and the wine we’d be consuming. Finally, they introduced our 19-year-old model, we’ll call him Billy.

Billy is a fucking walking work of art. He’s muscular with a chiseled jaw. Big beautiful brown doe eyes. I should use this moment to explain that Billy’s cock was thick and while flaccid swung freely against his thighs. The audience applauded as Billy sat down on a stool and spread his toned thighs wider. His thick, cut cock is the obvious focal point.

Billy licked his lips and stared at me. I’m not just saying that. I watched his eyes travel over my body. Subsequently, a smile spread over his face. He gave me a little nod. I felt my pussy tingle. Is that when I became a cougar? When did I start wanting his teenage mouth on my clit?

God, Billy, don’t make it so obvious.

Billy Makes Me Want to Be Cougar

The teacher invited us to begin to follow along. Of all things, I felt obscene staring into the eyes of someone who could’ve been a contemporary of my son. It wasn’t just his eyes that pulled me in. It was his cock. I immediately wondered what it would be like with a ring around his balls, and his shaft engorged. I instantly wanted to tease him until he and his cock wept, aching to cum.

Oh, Billy, he knew what he was doing.

“This is where it gets fun,” said Blonde Tits. What the fuck was she talking about? Her voice sounded far away. I was lost. The lady teacher sat on her easel while the male teacher knelt in front of Billy, opened his mouth, and vacuumed Billy’s left testicle. The force to which the left nut flew into that man’s mouth made a loud smack that elicited applause.

My Initiation into Cougar Town

I looked to my right. The twenty-something hottie casually pulled his cock from his jeans. He caressed his cock with a flat palm. Interesting technique, I thought. Here was my opportunity to get those balls in my mouth. However, I did not avail myself of those balls, yet. Billy got my attention. The male teacher rose to his feet and asked if there would be a volunteer.

Hands went up all over the room. Consequently, my heart sank. I thought I had missed my chance. Billy’s right hand rose and his index finger pointed straight at me.

I was on my feet then on my knees faster than you could take a sip of your Merlot.   That’s how I became a cougar. With cum running down the corners of my mouth and a smile on my face. That’s how I met my first cub.

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