"Chris, what are you doing here?" he asked, opening the door.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Roberts; I was hoping Chase would be here, is he?" I pondered, looking in the house. 'Well, your hot wife is here. You picked one stunning redhead, dude.'

"No, he's out probably hanging out with his girlfriend. Did you try texting him?"

"No," I answered, leaning my head back. "Would you and your wife mind some company while I wait for him to show back up here?"

"Okay, I guess, we're just watching a football game, but sure," he responded, before turning around.

I closed the door behind me and followed him in there. Needless to say, his wife kept my attention, though.

He sat down in his chair, and I sat on the other side of the couch with his wife. "So, how are you, Mrs. Roberts?" I pondered, peeking at her.

"Oh, please, call me Eva," she implored me, getting close to me. "It's been too long, Chris; you should come over more often."

I nodded, and my eyes couldn't help, but leer at her crack. I shook and began sweating.

"Chris, don't stare," she whispered.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, moving my head.

"Sorry for what?" he asked.

"Nothing, hun," she replied, moving so he could see her. "We're just chatting, and he kicked me."

"Okay," he said slowly. "He wasn't..."

"Wasn't what, Elliot?"

He sighed, but looked back at his game.

She giggled and rubbed my leg. "My husband thinks you were checking me out. He always gets jealous."

I bit on my bottom lip and vibrated.

"Oh, yes, you were," Eva giggled, before pecking my cheek. "I can read your face."

I didn't say a word and felt the shock for a moment. It seemed she wasn't gonna say a word, but I was still petrified, though.

"Come on, play some defense!" he yelled.

She rolled her eyes. "So, you're not into the game?"

"No, I'm not interested. I'm more into figure skating."

"Good one," she laughed, pushing my leg.

"Are you making her laugh, Chris?"

"Um, I guess," I answered, glancing at him. "Was I not supposed to, Mr. Roberts?"

"No, you weren't. That's my wife, and making another's man wife laugh isn't cool. And Eva, do you mind pulling your top up, please?"

She rolled her eyes again and put the peep show to an end. "Happy?"

"Yes, you look good by the way."

"Well, we're supposed to have a date night tonight, did you forget?"

"Shit, that was tonight?"

"Yes, why?"

"I have another game to watch after this one."

"So record it and watch it later."

He bit down on his bottom lip and put his hands up. I wasn't sure what the real issue was, but I stayed silent.

"So, what, you don't want Chris here appreciating me or making me laugh, but you're okay blowing off date night?"

"I didn't say I was."

"Yeah, whatever," she whined, heading to the hallway. "I'm gonna go in the other room and watch my movie," she informed him, prior to peeking at me. "Chris, do you care to join me? It's better than football, or are you gonna be jealous, Elliot?" she pondered, viewing him.

He failed to respond, and I had to check her out again. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to follow her, but my libeato got the better of me. So, I got up and went to her as she stood in the same place. We both saw him again, but stubbornly made sure not to let his eyes drift off the TV.

Once we were out of sight, she gently pushed me onto the wall and pasted her lips to mine, and even though I loved it, I pushed her off me. "WTF?" I mouthed.

She cheesed at me and put her hand out. I couldn't be sure what would come from taking that hand, but again, I couldn't help, but take her hand. My rod immediately hardened like I popped a blue pill. She escorted me to her bedroom and shut the door.

"Eva, I don't..." I said, before she yanked me back to her.

She pushed her lips onto mine again, but that time, I couldn't tug my lips away. I vibrated like mad and let it happen. She was too beautiful and seemingly crazy.

After a moment, she parted her lips. "You really should visit more often, Chris. Our of all of Chase's friends, you're my second favorite," she broke the news, feeling my crotch. "Dare I ask, are you bigger than David?"

"You've seen David?"

"Yes, jealousy isn't a flattering color on Elliot," she told me, undoing my pants. "Now you should have some fun with this scorned MILF," she added, taking out my schlong. "Oh, that is hard."

"Eva, your husband is right out in the living room."

"I know, it makes it hotter, don't you think? Feel my tits. That's you were staring at, Chris. They are real."

I wanted to protest, but she tied my hands. So, I brought them to those knockers, and my jaw nearly dropped. Her hands stayed on my rod, and she had me wanting to cover her with my seed.

"Have you ever been with a MILF before, Chris?"

"No."

"I think it's time," she told me, before kissing me again.

I shimmered again and felt the toxic thrills surging throughout my body. I knew it was wrong, but it was so right too.

She parted her lips again and pushed me on the bed. "We don't have a date planned, and I just put this dress on to screw with him, but this seems like more fun," she explained, unzipping her dress. "Do you think that's mean?"

"Um, no, I guess."

"You're just thinking, 'Hey, take off that dress woman.', right?"

"No, you're..." I said, leaning up.

"A beautiful and respectful woman?" she asked, pushing her dress off herself. "So, you leering at me before was a mistake, correct? You respect me and are remorseful too. Don't worry, I know you're a guy, and there's nothing like a hot MILF, is there?" she asked, lowering herself to her knees.

She took my rod in her hands and watched me react. Needless to say, she got off on that and giggled. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't let a word slip. Then she brought her hands to her back and let me view those MILF breasts.

My eyes widened again, and I felt like I was about to go into shock. Yet, she grabbed my rod again and stroked it while not blocking my view. So she got in the driver's seat, and even at her slow speed, it felt like she was a hot Vin Deisel.

"You're my second favorite of Chase's friends, but maybe you can dethrone David; care to try?"

I couldn't answer, but my hard pecker gave her my answer. She even leaned up a bit to kiss me and then brought the head of my johnson all over her boobs. I had to jolt in the process, but she was killing me, so to speak.

"Oh, Eva," I moaned, quaking the bed.

"Oh, you're giving a married woman your cum, Chris," she laughed, stroking my cock more.

I felt a full body high and shook the whole time as I'd literally been shocked from the dead.

"Thank you, Chris," she mentioned, before kissing me. "You're still number two, though," she broke the news, before wiping her chest off with her blanket. "I hope you're willing to take David down a peg because this MILF wants more," she warned me, before pushing my face to her rack. "Yes, feel those knockers and keep that hard on too."

I couldn't even respond, she was playing me like a sexy fiddle, and even though I still had fears about her husband, I couldn't stop her. I felt her boobs all over for a moment, and she had my face feeling so good that it hurt.

"Give me another kiss, Chris," she ordered me, yanking my head back up.

Eva had me stand up with her, and she encased her arms around me. I couldn't comprehend her logic, but I still didn't care.

After a moment, she parted her lips and brought my hands to her thong. "Do you want to see more?"

I nodded.

"Good answer," she told me, before lying on the bed. "Get out of those clothes."

"What if your husband comes in here?"

"Lock the door if you want, but he's sucked into his game. So, let me see you, and you'll see me. Then experience me."

Once again, I felt the sexual thrills again and stripped. Then I got up on the bed and grabbed the straps.

She stopped me, though. "Don't I get another kiss first? I might be classy, but I'm classy."

"I'm sorry," I apologized, before leaning down to kiss her. "It won't happen again."

"See to it that it doesn't; now you may take off my thong and leer at me. If you need to shoot again, make sure you don't aim it away from me. I'll be stained, but he won't even notice."

I kissed her yet again. "You're my favorite."

"Don't push me to move you; it's not gonna work."

I didn't know what to say; but I calmly moved to her thong and lazily tugged it off her.

"Sniff it, horndog."

I followed her order and took the deepest inhale I could. I felt like I was literally getting high, but I knew that was my brain playing tricks on me. Yet, just like a drug, I took a couple more doses.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes."

"Keep it."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, but now I want you to feel me."

I dropped it and nonchalantly got on top of her. I pasted my lips to hers, and we made out with her like I was in love. My dick was right down there by her snatch, but it didn't go in just yet. She was a goddess, but she proved to be one not to be screwed with, though.

I felt her tits on my chest, too, and it surely made me feel invincible. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't push my luck either, so I took this strange turn of events and ran with it. After a few more minutes, she gently pushed my lips off hers.

I looked directly into her brown eyes, and she smiled at me. "So, you know what it's like to me, feel my boobs and hands, and even to cum on me, but dare I ask: would you like your pecker to take a dip inside me?"

"Are you on the pill?"

"No, that jackass doesn't fuck me enough for me to get on it, but if it makes you feel better, I'll take the morning-after pill if you do creampie me, fair enough?"

"You're nuts."

"Like a hot MILF, now stick it to me."

I nodded and grabbed my schlong. I guided it right to her snatch and pushed it in there.

"Oh, there we are," she moaned, angling her head back and shaking back and forth. "Yes, make sweet love to me and shoot me if you can, Chris," she told me, before glancing at me again. "Do what that dumbass in the living room won't do to me."

I nodded and kissed her before I began thrusting my johnson. I stayed close and watched her react. Once again, I wanted to speak, but I zipped my lip. I just grabbed her arms and fulfilled her wish regardless of her real motive.

"No married woman wants her husband to be both jealous and neglectful, but I guess I'm lucky I have access to my son's handsome friends, huh?" she asked, wrapping her arms around my head. "So feel me and keep that dick moving. I like feeling you, Chris, so don't shortchange me."

"I understand."

"Then kiss me."

I kissed her once again and focused on myself the best I could. I watched her and saw her keep constant eye contact with me, so she kept herself focused as well. She shot me lusty look after look and made it clear she liked me and wanted more.

I stayed close for the time being and let her pussy experience my rod, but I made sure to kiss her several times too. Whether she wanted the intimacy or not, I gave it to her and made damn sure to make it as unforgettable as possible.

Even at such a slow speed, I felt my johnson going apeshit, and my load was building quickly. Yet, I made sure not to shortchange her as she said and last for an hour if need be. We attacked each other with our breaths, but didn't talk for some time.

The grand lovemaking session said it all and more. Every time it went back into her slit, I had to jolt and feel the impulse to shoot again, but I fought like hell not to then. She did have to giggle at that, though, and got in her own kisses too.

After a few minutes, she gently pushed me up a bit. So, I moved my hands to her thighs and held them as I continued to thrust. She cheesed again and placed her palms on my lower back to massage it for me.

She even signaled me down to her shaking jugs. So, I had to check them out too, and she didn't bust on me for it. As they moved like that, it painted an even sexier picture. I had seen MILF boobs before in porn, but of course, the real thing was so much better.

Even though I was covered in sweat and had my heart beating like mad, I kept my cool and fucked her good enough to please her while not making too much noise. The bed creaked a little bit, but not too much.

Nevertheless, she wanted more, so she leaned up to me and kissed me. Then I pushed my rod out so I had to get on my knees. She viewed me again as she placed her hands at the base, but then she leaned to my pecker.

I watched her take it into her mouth. "Holy shit, that's good, Eva," I moaned, covering my face with both hands, and trembling.

She giggled again and moved her lips back and forth off my rod. I took the gratification the best I could again, but I knew she was gonna make me lose it.

She made sure not to push me too far and came back up to me. "I always wanted to suck my juice off a real dick instead of my dildo," she told me, before kissing me and lying back down. "This time, stay on your knees and grab my legs. I want to feel you thrust from up there, horndog."

I couldn't turn her down, so I aligned my johnson with her cunt again and pushed it right in there. We looked at one another again, but didn't speak then. We let our lusty looks say everything and more; all the while, I felt like I was in a volcano.

Yet, feeling her MILF beaver was worth everything, I kept going and imagined seeing her body covered in my seed once again. Also seeing those boobs shake again in that position proved to shoot me in the foot, though, but yet I couldn't look away.

Then she grabbed my arms. "I hope you remember this because I will."

"I will, Eva; I'll remember everything about this."

"Feel my pussy and your dick going in and out too. I'll hold your arms and make sure you don't lose momentum. So, keep it going, and don't worry about shooting too soon; it's hard to keep up with an experienced MILF, huh? It's like seeing Metallica in the front row as opposed to seeing them from the back, right?" 

"Something like that," I moaned, before pulling out.

A few seconds later, I had to unleash my load once again, but with my wood in my hand that time. I gave her four shots that time, and it felt even better because it wasn't a fluke that time either. I remembered the first orgasm, but it seemed like she sprinkled more special sauce on it.

"Damn, you're..." I let out, before lying down next to her.

"Awesome?" she asked, turning me over. "You're not done, are you?"

"No, of course not."

She kissed me again and dried off her rack again too.

Then she pulled me up and took my johnson in both hands before kissing me. "Help your hands to feel me up again; I'm not about to scream."

I placed my palms on her bundles of joy, and she kept kissing me. So, she established a good rapport with me and made it clear that she wanted more from me. Her right hand kept moving slowly and that caused me to squeeze her boobs hard.

"Don't milk me; unless you really want to, I guess."

"May I feel you down there?"

"You mean on my vagina? The sexy thing with all the hair?"

"Yes, that," I giggled.

"You have a naked MILF that wants you; I think you're in the clear to not ask permission to feel my cunt. Do ask about my asshole, though."

"Okay," I chuckled, feeling her slit.

"But you have to keep kissing me now."

I nodded and pasted my lips to hers. If Elliot was jealous, but couldn't pay enough attention to his wife, then that was his loss. So, I took full advantage of the situation and fingered her like my life depended on it.

She kept her hands busy and made it hard to keep kissing her, but I loved the challenge. Her juice plummeted out endlessly, but I kept my hand on it the whole time. I nearly slipped off many times, but I glued it there the best I could.

She moved even closer to me and made me feel her boobs on my chest again. I wasn't sure if she was trying to make me fall or not, but it appeared she was. Even still, I moved my fingers all over her cunt the best I could and attempted to stay upright.

After a few minutes, then she pushed me down. She failed to speak, but climbed right to me kiss me again. It lasted for twenty seconds, but then she kissed her down to my crotch. She wrapped her right hand around my rod and stroked it slowly right over her breasts.

Still, I wanted to speak, but I zipped my lips and let her lead. With her head angled so she could still look at me, she slowly took my pecker back into her mouth again. She even let me move back so I could lean onto the wall without her letting my dick out.

Then she began thrusting her lips and watched me take the pleasure the best I could. I got a taste of it earlier, but that time was even sexier as she maintained eye contact. Needless to say, she upped the ante right away and made herself even hotter.

She held the base for me somewhat hard to keep it in place and push me further too. She put me in full vibration mode and I felt her head too. I didn't block her view of me, though, and I got her to smile at me too.

She failed to release my rod and just kept her lips moving as slowly as possible. With her extra soft lips doing all the work for her, she was perfect, but yet wanted to dip herself into the 'flawless' pool, even more, it seemed when she pushed her down even further to make me scream.

So I had to break eye contact, but that made her laugh. So, she took the control role a bit far, but I liked it that way. Once I couldn't see her, I felt her lips dive down even further towards my base and practically dared me to cum down her throat.

I had no idea if she'd be okay with that, but she wasn't giving me much choice. Nevertheless, it appeared she wanted it that way. I couldn't help, but to feel her head, pull her beautiful red hair and watch those green eyes too.

Then she calmly let my wood out and came back to me again. "You're a class act, resistant at first, but you give into a ravishing MILF and give her intimacy too," she added, rubbing my rod on her boobs again. "I hope you don't ever become jealous like my husband; it's quite unattractive, in case you didn't get that."

"I did, Eva."

Then she leaned up and grabbed my schlong again. I watched her guide it right to her pussy and let it slide right in there in a single motion. Needless to say, I shimmered and closed my eyes at the feel of my whole pecker diving into her muff.

Yet, she grabbed my hands and yanked me to her. "I know, a MILF cunt is a wonderful thing, right?"

"Yes."

"Now grab my butt cheeks and feel this MILF ride you, Chris. Then cum inside me; I want that cream pie, so will you give it to me?"

"Oh, I'll do anything for you, Eva. You're like the best mom ever."

"That's sweet, but I don't think a good mom fucks her son's friends, and I've done it with a few of them."

"Really?"

"What do you expect from a hot MILF married to a scumbag like Elliot? My pussy still needs a cock now and then. Just to be clear, you're still number two and now you know there's more than two, so I hope you're proud of yourself," she explained, before advancing me down. "Because I certainly am," she admitted, prior to riding me. "Again, I love intimacy, but I know a MILF's breasts can't just be ignored. So, leer at them if you want, it won't hurt your chances at being in this position again."

I nodded and took that with a grain of salt. Sure enough, I had no idea what I had signed up for then, but still, her sexy persona made the decision easy. She placed her hands down on my thighs and held them for leverage.

So, she made herself go up and down a bit and clearly caused a good show with her moneymakers. I held her butt cheeks a bit too, but again, I shot myself in the foot again, but still, she even told me she wanted me to cream pie her.

So, she made herself as dashing as possible, and more. Even with her permitting me to stare at her tits, I watched her face. She viewed mine as well and even clenched her butt cheeks a bit to make me feel more of her slit.

"It's alright, close your eyes and deal with the pleasure, you boy toy. I don't mind," she assured me, moving herself from side to side too. "I don't have a johnson, but I've seen that face on a few young guy's faces, so it must be good. Especially when some guys come back for seconds, thirds, and even forths."

"Oh, you're crazy, Eva," I moaned, seeing her again.

She stole my hands and placed them on her boobs. "Crazy like a fox, Christopher. Now feel these titties as they keep moving," she dared me as she kept riding me. "And hear the bed coming off its legs too. Dare that dumbass in the living room to hear us. What's he gonna do?"

"Ask for a divorce after killing me."

"No, we can take him together, just swing your big dick at him and it'll knock his ass out, don't you think?"

"Okay," I giggled.

She smiled at me and continued to let her cunt thrust right off my pecker like it was made of ice. She held my thoughts even tighter to give herself better leverage and surely made it count. She got the bed to come to its legs and make noise.

Yet, I didn't care and let her lead like she was Reagan Foxx or Kayla Paige. I couldn't help it because once again, she proved she loved being in control, and I didn't even need to please her. Just being there was more than enough.

I held her breasts the best I could, but even those bundles of joy couldn't keep my hands glued to them. So, they slipped off, but she didn't mind. It only made her laugh because she knew she was getting the better of me.

Still, I wanted to last, but even if I could just go for another thirty seconds, I wanted to make it happen for her. Even still, she yanked me up to her to kiss me. Every time she did, she greeted me with a cheesing smile and then a kiss.

After a few times, she kept me up with her. "Stay up here while you shoot inside me, horndog," she implored me, encasing her arms around me.

"Okay," I let out, feeling my load becoming too much.

As if she just knew, then I had to let my seed blast for a third time, but that time, she got it inside her. I couldn't keep my eyes on her, but she didn't mind. I angled my head back and jolted with each shot, but held onto her back, though.

She provided the best leverage possible and certainly milked me for every drop she could get from me. I couldn't be sure just how much cum I shot into her, but I didn't care. She just had me flying high and that was that.

Then she gently rose and let my pecker fall out. "Yes, you got me good. We just need some bananas and crust, and we'd have banana cream pie, huh?"

"Yes, Eva," I laughed out of breath.

"Hey, why is this door locked?" we heard Elliot whine while knocking.

My heart felt like it was gonna pop out as I looked at the door, but she placed her palm on my mouth. "I didn't know it was locked; just give me a minute, okay?"

"Where is Chris; his car is still here."

"He's in here with me just helping me pick out a dress. I just second thoughts and asked him his opinions."

"Okay, are you underdressed in there?"

"Yes."

"What the fuck,; open this door and get him out."

"Get dressed," she mouthed, before kissing me and getting off the bed.

She quickly slipped into a thong and bra and went to the door. I took my clothes to the other side of the bed and attempted to get dressed as she cracked open the door.

"Yes?" she asked, peeking at him.

"What's going on in there; you're just in your undergarments. Where's Chris?"

She sighed. "Dude, what's the problem, he's just over there, and I don't want you to see what dresses I'm picking from, okay?"

"Eva, just open the door, will you?"

She did, and he busted right in there, but as I managed to get dressed. "Get out of here, Chris. You're all sweaty; and you're getting off to my wife being underdressed."

"No, asshole," she branded him, pushing a bit. "Cut the whole jealousy bullshit, will you? He's not allowed to make me laugh, you busted on him for appreciating my beauty, and not you come in here like you own me and my fucking image. As if he's stealing me by liking what he sees, so go watch your fucking game and leave us the hell alone until it's time to leave. Did you make some reservations?"

He sighed and felt his face. "No, and it's the night of, so it'll be hard."

"Then get out your phone and make one, or do I need Chris here to take me out for fast food? At this point, it sounds a lot better than going out even to the fanciest restaurant in town with you."

He came to her and kissed her. "Okay, I'm sorry; I will work on the jealousy thing," he apologized, before peeking at me. "I'm sorry too, Chris; Eva is a dazzling woman and-"

"Don't think you can just flatter me like that and get out of trouble."

"Help her pick out the best dress, earrings, and everything else, Chris. By the way, we'd love to have you over more often even with Chase. She likes to be close with all of his friends; now I have some phone calls to make," he admitted, before excusing himself and closing the door.

"And we didn't have a date night planned," she laughed, coming to me. "Don't be a jealous guy, Chris," she warned me, prior to wrapping her arms around me and kissing me.

"Whoa, he was just in here."

"I know, and I set him straight. Just be sure not to brag to your friends; otherwise, you definitely won't get another crack at me. Now, be a good young man and help me pick a dress."