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With the kids and husband away, the Milf comes out to play

My husband and I are a typical Melbourne couple. We both work in the CBD as lawyers, we have a nice house in the 'burbs, two kids who go to a good school. At the age of 42 you could say I have everything I want. “Olivia,” my mother is always telling me, “you should count your blessings, you're so lucky.” But I was feeling restless, and the reason wasn't hard to find. Ever since my husband Todd made partner in his law firm a couple of years back, he's been completely stressed out. He comes home exhausted, he doesn't exercise much. Result: our sex life had dropped off a cliff. And whereas Todd was starting to get out of shape and look his age, I've always taken good care of myself. I go jogging in the park, I hit the gym three times a week, I watch what I eat and as a result I've kept my trim, athletic figure. Factor in my long lean legs and perky 30C breasts, and I still have what it takes to turn heads.

Couple getting sexy on the sofa
My plump Milf pussy will grip your shaft

I spot the young stud of my dreams in the park

All this was very much in my mind last Spring. For once, I had the house to myself. Todd was in Tokyo trying to schmooze a potential client, our daughters were away on a school trip. To work off some excess energy, I decided to go for a jog. Was it fate or something else that made me put on my sexiest workout combo - a tight tank top that hugged my boobs and was cropped at just above my navel, and pale blue fleece running shorts that clung to every contour of my Aussie Milf butt?

Thus attired, I headed to the park as usual, and I noticed a workman cutting down a tree. He was up a ladder, lopping away at a rotten branch. As I passed, the sound of his saw trailed off, and I realized he had stopped to check me out. I flashed him a quick glance. Young. Early twenties. Totally ripped. Intrigued, I jogged on past, then decided to double back and treat myself to a longer look. Smouldering eyes, stubble, bulging biceps – he was the whole package. No, this was too good an opportunity to miss!

I let out a squeak, hopped a couple of steps and sat down on the grass, grimacing and rubbing my ankle. “You okay?” He was down the ladder in a flash. A thrill ran through me when he touched my ankle. “That hurt?” I bit my lip, trying not to smile. “No swelling. Probably just a light sprain. If you like, I could take you back home in my van.” Yes, I did like; in fact, I was one happy Aussie Milf!

Back home, it's time for the clothes to come off

It was the oldest trick in the book. I'm not entirely sure he believed it, but he played along, and a few minutes later he'd pulled up outside my house and helped me inside. He set me down gently on the sofa, and fetched some ice wrapped in a tea towel.

He found me stretched out in what I hoped was an irresistible pose – we Australian Milfs have our little tricks! "Can you apply the ice to my ankle, please? I'm feeling slightly faint."

He crouched down obediently. As I sighed with pleasure, I bent one knee slightly, luring his eyes towards the skin-tight crotch of my shorts. It was all the invitation he needed. The next moment, I felt his lips brushing my calf, lingering, travelling upward. His hands caressed my knees, my hips. Now he was kissing the insides of my thighs. His fingers slipped under the waistband of my shorts.

I lifted my butt, and he tugged them off in one smooth motion, disentangling them from my fuschia pink low tops like a pro – I've a feeling he'd done this before! Naked from the waist down, I lay there tingling with excitement while he feasted his eyes on my pussy, completely bare and open under its trim landing strip of fine pubic hair.

Putting his head between my legs, he kissed me there, and my pelvis bucked as his tongue licked my clit. Todd was a great guy in many ways, but he never went down on me – too old-fashioned. Before I knew it, my legs were round his shoulders and I was practically standing on my head on the sofa as he worked on me with his tongue, eating me up like a strawberry sundae. Well you know what they say – an Aussie Milf a day keeps the doctor away...

A happy ending for a naughty Aussie Milf

Just when he was bringing me to the brink, he let me go. I was in a daze, but not so much that I didn't drink in every detail as he began to strip off his clothes. Chest all rippling muscle, the “V” of his sinewy pelvis, brawny legs, a nine inch cock that flopped free of his jeans, then pointed straight at the ceiling! After putting up with Todd's love handles all this years, it was a revelation – even more so when he slid between my legs and I felt the hard smoothness of his body against mine.

I was so wet already, it was total bliss when he drove into me. There I was, sprawled on my back, my butt resting on the arm of the sofa. He pushed a hand under my sports bra, fondling my boobs, tweaking my nipples. Then he heaved me up so I was face to face with him, my legs wrapped round his waist. We kissed passionately, my plump pussy gripping his shaft, his fingers squeezing my butt cheeks as he rammed into me with slow, bone-shaking thrusts.

All I could think was that every Aussie Milf should experience this at least one time in their lives!

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