The Australian Milf and the english backpacker ... astory in 3 parts.

The Australian Milf  and the english backpacker ... astory in 3 parts. The Australian Milf and the english backpacker ... astory in 3 parts.

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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A story in 3 parts .. a new venture for me. Comments please

Summary

A story in 3 parts .. a new venture for me. Comments please

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Submitted: September 10, 2013

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The MILF:-

Morgan was 41, had been married to her childhood sweetheart for 20 years and the loving mother to 3 daughters – and she was worried. For the last year her husband had not been paying her any attention, and she couldn’t understand why, it wasn’t that she was ugly … her 36C boobs still stood proud, and her slim waist and hips attracted wolf whistles from builders wherever she went. So why wasn’t her husband interested?? Until a year ago their sex life had, if anything, been excessive – whenever they found the opportunity they were fucking – and Morgan knew that she hadn’t lost her sex drive. Every time she tried to instigate sex her husband would find an excuse ”I’m tired”, “I have an early start tomorrow” – however Morgan dressed (or didn’t dress) she was not getting any satisfaction.

Her friends had suggested that she ‘cast her eye further afield’ if he wasn’t giving her what she wanted then she should find someone who would, but Morgan always just smiled and shook her head – whatever the problem was , she loved her husband and would never cheat on him.

It wasn’t until about 2 months ago that Morgan began to suspect that her husband – the father of her children – friend and lover of nearly 27 years – might be having an affair. Initially there was nothing definite , some sudden meetings her had to attend, one weekend working away, but nothing specific. Until the day that she found a receipt for a hotel … known in the area as being a venue for ‘dirty weekends away’, shocked she decided not to confront him but to keep an eye on his diary.

Gradually suspicion grew, until Morgan was certain that her husband was getting his sex elsewhere. Sadly, due to her love of family, especially her daughters, Morgan didn’t say a word but let it all fester in her mind.

Then one Friday night things changed for Morgan, her friends had been trying to get her out into the bars of Melbourne for months, telling her that ‘he’ wasn’t worth it – finally Morgan had agreed to a night out, but from her point of view it was only for a drink and a laugh … nothing more nothing less.

So when she was sat in the bar and saw the young man walk into the bar it was a shock that her heart jumped – she couldn’t take her eyes off him. And when he spoke he was English – what a sexy accent he had - Morgan phased out the chatter of her friends and concentrated on this stranger. She heard him ask where he could hire a room for a few days … preferably cheap. Morgan realised that he was backpacking around Australia. Morgan volunteered to get the next round of drinks and approached the bar, the Englishman looked at her, his green eyes taking in her figure and he smiled. “Hi” she said, coyly, “Hi” he replied and offered her his stool. Morgan sat down and started chatting , his name was Pete and he was half way through his Australian tour. The drinks order forgotten she enjoyed his company … not even noticing when her friends (all of whom were smiling) left the bar.

Slowly the bar emptied, until only Morgan and Pete were left , the bartender approached and passed Pete a key “Your room is up the back stairs and along the corridor, number 5”. Pete thanked him and put the key into his pocket. Morgan realised that it was late and that she should return home. She felt guilty that she enjoyed this Englishman’s company and that she actually wanted to spend more time with him. When Pete offered to escort her to the taxi rank she smiled and accepted. They left the bar, Morgan hooking her arm through Pete’s, she showed him some of the sights as they walked. Suddenly Pete stopped, looked round and said “I will never see you again, but I can’t go without at least kissing you”. Shocked Morgan stiffened as Pete’s arms wrapped around her, but she raised her face and parted her lips as Pete kissed her. Her hands slid around his back as she responded to the kiss, their lips working – then as they parted Pete’s hands slid from her back … casually riding across the swell of her breasts – was this accidental ..or deliberate? – Morgan clasped Pete’s hands and, against all sane instincts, she put them on her breasts, letting Pete stroke her tits, her nipples hardening under his touch. Then his hands dropped and he kissed her forehead, saying “Your taxi’s waiting, thank you for a great night. My best yet in Australia.”

Morgan smiled at him, gently kissed his cheek and walked away, her heart pounding at what she’d just let a complete stranger do.


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