Anne Marie (Kitten) Slutwife for young cock

You guys all know that Anne Marie is a self-admitted slutwife. You know that she very rarely misses the opportunity to get her mouth; pussy and ass stuffed with new cock. Most of the time however, her sexploits are planned out in advance (such as when she gets together with my best friend) or at least when we go out “looking for action”. Some of the hottest times though, seem to come completely out of nowhere; and that was the case with her last experience.

At 39, Anne Marie is stunning. 5’7” or so; 123 lbs; long wild brown hair with blonde highlights. Her lips were made to suck cock and her shaved pussy tastes like peaches (no lie). If you ask me, she looks hotter today than when she was 25, and her sex drive is insatiable.

For the last few months, Anne Marie has really started craving young cock. She usually talks about finding a 24 or 25 year old to service her every need; but finding the right “boy” had proven to be a challenge.

In the neighborhood where we live, we used to have a 19 year old boy who lived next door to us, with him mom. Zack was your prototypical “surfer boy”. He was about 6 feet tall, with a long lean but very well-defined body. He had a perpetual deep bronze tan which was the result of all the hours he spent at the beach. He had long, messy blonde hair and Anne Marie had always described him as being a “pretty boy”. He was really a pretty cool kid. He was handsome and smart, and he knew it, so he had a bit of cockiness about him; but he was always very respectful to me and my wife. I always enjoyed talking with him, and I knew that Anne Marie always enjoyed looking at him.

Zack and his friends were always having cookouts and outside parties (his mom was never home) and a few times Anne Marie and I had wandered over to hang out a bit. She absolutely loved all the attention the young boys would give her, as well as the “MILF” whispers we would always hear. Zack was certainly not shy. He would typically be dressed in nothing but a pair of surfer shorts with no shirt (as were most of the boys). Anne Marie of course, loved going over there in a pair of daisy dukes and a bikini top or something of that sort. Nothing ever really came of it except some innocent flirting, but I could tell that she was more and more lusting after our young neighbor. She had fantasized about him (during our love making) from time to time, and for a while had taken to screaming out Zack’s name when she would orgasm. We both knew nothing would ever happen, as it was literally just too close to home, but it was a smoking hot fantasy.

Alas, summer ended and Zack went off to college. His mom wound up moving out of state, and I figured we had seen the last of him. That was until last Sunday Night. It was about 8:00 PM and Anne Marie and I were just winding down the weekend out on our back deck. Luckily it is somewhat secluded, so she was only wearing a pair of “boy short” underwear from Victoria’s Secret and a very see through thin white shirt. We were drinking some Sangria, and I was starting to really appreciate watching her suck on the booze-soaked fruit. She knew she was teasing me, but I could tell by her clearly visible nipples and the wet spot on her underwear that she was thinking what I was thinking: “Let’s go inside and screw.”

Just then I heard the doorbell ring and we both groaned. I told her not to worry about it and that I would go get rid of whoever it was. I walked through the house and opened up the front door. There stood Zack. True to form he was bare-chested and wearing nothing but his surfer shorts and a pair of flip-flops. As I let him in, he explained that he was out of school for the summer, and in town visiting with some friends. As he was driving by, he decided that he would stop in to say hello and tell us all about school. As I walked him through the house to the back deck, he said that he couldn’t wait to see Anne Marie. I told him that she would be very pleasantly surprised to see him and that she just might not let him leave. I thought about warning her as to his arrival, so she could change into something a little bit more appropriate, but then I figured, “What’s the fun in that?”

As we walked through the back door, I said to Anne Marie,

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

When she saw him, she let out a squeal.

“ZACK, baby. Look at you. What a surprise!”

Anne Marie jumped out of her chair, ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She got up on her tippy-toes and gave him a quick (but not entirely dry) peck on the lips.