Cougar House
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Episode 83: WIFE OF RILEY
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 83: WIFE OF RILEY - The widow Margo Needy prepared to send her adopted son Elliot off to Paris to a college program for high intellects. Left alone in the wilderness mansion of her late husband, college basketball coach Darryl Needy, she opted to let her son's young friends rent spare rooms to feel safe. Let her secrets and theirs lead Momma Margo down a gloriously erotic path that goes darker by the day. It was time for Margo to let it all hang out. Just like it was time for those boys to become men. BIG TIME!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Illustrated
9:00 PM!
911 Caulfield Court, Wildwood, Pennsylvania! Short for 911 CAUL for a good time! Well thought out by swingers who purchased the property. Home of one Frannie “the Fanny” and Sheriff’s Deputy Riley Filmore. Happily married with outstanding rules. Made to be broken! Well aware!
After a long bath in lavender beads Frannie Filmore paraded through her bi-level home with a glass of wine and soft music playing to relax by. Not much else! At home she rarely wore clothing, not only at her husband’s request, but her own desire to save on laundry. It was bad enough Riley worked so much she had to keep his uniforms constantly on rotation. Work dresses only, never underwear she cut back on the amount of loads she had to deal with. It gave her room for other kinds of loads. If you knew her reputation you might understand. I suppose you might already know.
After an eventful last few days, she had been praised by teachers for standing up to a psycho drunk. Even if she was forced to parade before a packed gymnasium of students totally nude, well, shredded strands of cloth. Those hid nothing after her underwater battle with Wayne Nichols. Either he or some unruly student had faked being her savior to strip her for their own devious fantasies. She was fine either way. Frannie like exhibitionism even if that particular day put her in the unfortunate sights of underclassmen.
Not by choice she lived with it. Thus far no city council had bitched over it, but again she was surprisingly respected in the community. Not just due to her husband Riley and her association with the Wildwood Police Department, but because she had lived here all of her life. People loved the fiery redhead. Mostly her insane body! Again, well-aware!
“I should have taken a nap today.” She yawned! “There was just so much going on out at Margo’s property, then the explosion today that’s possibly connected to it. I’ll know more once Riley gets home but my hunches are usually correct. He’s bound to be cranky working nearly 48 hours straight without much more than a shower and a change of clothes. As much as I miss my baby, I just know he’s going to have something to say about Heath Talbot stealing my dress in class today and making me fuck some seniors. As stupid as that was, I fucking loved it. Hungry eyes always, but I never truly realized how much they wanted me until today. Thankfully Harmon Henshaw is fine with what I do. Most of the faculty is hot for my ass too, so it all evens out in my favor. Heath is just ... the most amazing asshole I know.”
As a former student on the wrestling team turned dominant, his brain was more beautiful than an already stellar bod. Beautifully ugly in a masterful way. She enjoyed her wine and thoughts on tomorrow. Her way of teaching would never be the same.
Standing in front of a well-lit picture window she saw cars driving by slowly. For a dead-end street, it had a lot of traffic. She found it amusing how many students past and present made this street a popular hangout. Of course, her often masturbating in front of this window it always brought attention.
“They love me. They really, really love me.” She giggled! Touching her pussy, she felt lightning striking her entire body. Using her wet fingertips, she drew a heart on her window to show her undying love back. A twinge in her shoulder she reacted with a wince. “I think I might have pinched a nerve while kickboxing in the garage earlier.” She had their garage set up as a gym with a large punching bag hanging in there with a picture of Heath Talbot on it just so she could kick his ass without him knowing. Yearbook photo blown up! Humorous! Riley put it up there!
“I wonder if Heath drove Bebe home from the hospital, okay? She hasn’t answered her phone, and Heath obviously doesn’t have a new phone yet. I’m sure Riley knows. Where are you, Hubby? I need my loving on before I pass out for the night.”
Fingers inside her vulva right there in the window at least kept her company. That, and the three cars making legal U-turns in the cul-de-sac. How her neighbors put up with that every night was beyond her. Probably, because the homes were new builds like theirs and still for sale. High prices on new builds were often the last to sell with the economy around Wildwood so low. Minimum wage jobs primarily, unless you were well schooled. She and Riley loved the fact that they were vacant. On weekends they even took an air mattress out into the center of the cul-de-sac and made love under the stars. That would likely end once someone bought the homes. Unless of course they liked to watch. A welcome to the neighborhood casserole wearing a revealing dress would tell the tale. Already planned out!
“Bye babies! See you again in ten minutes.” She fluttered her wet fingers at the three cars as they drove away. “I’m bored! Maybe I should just go sit on the front porch and wait for Riley. I could use some fresh air.”
Being ground level at the moment, bedrooms upstairs except for one on the main level Frannie went to her front door and opened it. A cool night breeze filtered over her cleansed body, her red hair still damp and wild. Even wild her fiery mane was stunning; she knew she could get away with it. This was Wildwood!
Their front porch a rounded half-moon style buildup of bricks was cool to the feet as she closed her door behind her and took a seat on the top step. Yep, cool on her bare bottom too. Settling back leaning on one hand the breeze excited her nipples. Not that they weren’t always stabbing outward due to her breast enhancement but the exhilaration of knowing her FRANbase would be coming back through at any minute launched a higher pair of cruise missiles. Wiggling her toes, she considered painting them but was just too tired to do so.
“What has Heath started?” She reflected on her classroom antics today. “As if I needed to be pushed too hard! Now I know my students are going to demand more. Harmon encourages me but, it’s just so risky. Hell, I sat all day long only wearing Harmon’s suit coat in front of students that I know were not of age. I mean I didn’t expose myself to them, and my cleavage was no worse than those TikTok girls showing off on YouTube. Maybe I should wear jackets more often. I have a whole closet full of long dress jackets I could rotate.”
A sip of wine she saw headlights. “Round twenty.” She giggled! “I wonder just who they are? I need to get plate numbers and look at the parking lot for them tomorrow so I can judge who they might be. For all I know they might have just gotten their licenses and be 16. God, I hope not! My sitting out here nude showing off could go seriously ... bad. HA! I’m on my own property, my husband pulls strings all the time, Coot Donnelly adores me, half of his police force are sluts, I could probably get away with walking into Walmart naked.” Hmmm?
Crossing the street and entering the cul-de-sac were four cars this time. “Looks like they found a friend to join the FUNeral procession.” As the vehicles proceeded through, they slowed down realizing Frannie was outside seated in the dark, her porch lights off to avoid gnats plaguing her. Bigger gnats on the court perhaps!
“Oh boy! Curbside service, they’re stopping rather than whipping around and leaving. I guess I asked for this coming to sit outside. Let’s hope Riley doesn’t freak out if he shows up. Here goes, I see a window rolling down. Time for an ID check.”
Remaining seated she sat forward with her legs together and leaned on her knees with her wine glass in both hands. Squinting toward the street they had two pole lights offering illumination on the court itself. “Well now, that’s a face I haven’t seen in two years.” She giggled! “Graduates are a plus.”
“Hey, Mrs. Filmore? Can I go use the bathroom?” He laughed!
“Same ole’ Mark Miller, always trying to get out of my class to roam the halls.”
“You remember me. I told my boy Jake here I bet you wouldn’t. Why would I want to get out of your class when I always loved staring at you?”
“Now that I remember, always undressing me with your eyes.”
“Looking at you now I’m definitely not redressing you.”
“That’s good! I’m hot and need fresh air. I have no plans of covering up.”
“Sweet! Comfy is good! I heard you got really hot in school today. Yesterday too!” He chuckled! “Saw pics of you in your new bikini.”
“I wasn’t wearing a bikini, that was what was left of my dress after I kicked that drunk’s ass.”
“Saw that too. Video of you going all Natasha Romanoff on the guy. You have moves. Bet you didn’t know I was a black belt too, did you?”
“Really?” That intrigued her! “No, I didn’t!”
“Yeah, I trained in Billingsly at the Golden Hour.”
“Golden Shower?” She laughed! “Sorry! You did ask to use the bathroom.”
“Yeah! I hear that all the time, but Master Dim doesn’t let it bother him. Got my belt six months ago. Anytime you want to spar I’m available.”
“Who else is with your wagon train there?”
“Remember Quentin Rykart? Greg Gillis? They’re in the truck.” She waved at them, resulting in their tooting their horn.
“More graduates! So far, so good.” She held her breath and sat up straight allowing them to see her breasts. “Who else?”
“Donny Grymm, Jim Hammond, Tony Lomas in the Challenger. They graduated over in Rayburn two years back. The Subaru Forester is guys from Colchester still in high school, my cousin Duke, and his buddies Hector and Voss.
“So, there are nine of you?” She asked then realized just how fit they all were. “Well, hold me down and fuck me silly.” A murmur that amused her! “This could get ugly in a good way.”
“Yeah! We can take you.” He laughed!
“Any of them black belts like you?”
“Naaaw! Former wrestlers and a couple pussies.” He yelled back flipping them off.
“Do you drive by my home often?” She settled back but kept her legs tight, breasts in full bloom if the lighting was better. Her red wine was delicious! So were those strapping young warriors! Okay, her legs went wide as she settled back on one hand. Pussy in a perfect view if their eyes were good. 20/20, Baby!
“In the past few months, I’ve been by at least a dozen times. Not going to lie I can’t get enough of seeing you in the windows.”
“That IS called stalking.” Legs slightly wider now!
“So, have your ole’ man arrest us.”
“Why would I do that?” She laughed! “Look all you want, whenever you want, just don’t block our drive when we need to get in or out.” Jake pulled forward, the truck relocated to the side of Jake and Mark. “Much better! You boys are hardly the only cars to drive by our home. It’s almost an every night occurrence that someone peeps in. I try to be at my best when they show. Rather like now!”
“Awesome! So, did you get into trouble being naked in school?”
“Not so far, complimented more than anything. From what I hear the school board knows it was innocent. Mostly!”
“What about when Heath Talbot stripped you in your classroom?” She just knew none of her students could keep quiet.
“Word travels fast. Again, not yet.”
“Heard six guys fucked you today after Talbot took off. That true?”
“Writing a college paper on me Marcus?”
“Nope! But I do go to Billingsly Community College. I live in a Co-ed dorm. That part is awesome. Hot girls everywhere.”
“Yet you stalk me.”
“None hotter than you, Frannie.”
“Good answer!” She decided to part her legs as wide as possible without looking as if a gymnast. A whole lot of silence in seeing her do so she grinned. “You’re welcome to get out and stretch until Riley gets home. I’m not afraid of you.”
“I don’t know, Frannie! The girls call me Hung Fu! Jake over here is Cuck Norris.” Jake slugged Mark in the bicep for calling him a weak-kneed watcher. “Jake just got married but I still fuck his wife.” Slugged again! It was true!
“Interesting! My husband likes to watch me with others also.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Mark opened his door and stepped out. He stood at 5’7, 160 at most and kept a well-toned physique, long blonde hair pinned into a short ponytail. Badass mode! Vehicles began shutting off their engines, everyone getting out and leaning against their cars. Taking a good look at their builds Frannie smiled brightly. Very nice!
“Gang warfare!” She thought to herself. More akin to gangbang warfare, with concealed weapons in their pants. Tonight, just got interesting. A flexing Tony Lomas caught her eye immediately. “Those biceps can hurl me around like a ragdoll. Mm!” Bodybuilder!
“You can all come closer if you like. I won’t bite. Nibble perhaps, but I’ll leave the biting to you.” Her lure was like a high-powered magnet, Mark in the lead took Frannie up on her offer, the others hesitant but eager. They were worried more that her husband might show up unexpectedly.
“I might need a quick refill.”
She downed her last swallow of wine then stood up feigning a wooziness in her balance, all eyes went directly on her porn star ass. A glance over her shoulder at their advance she giggled. “Back in two shakes of my tail.”
Going inside she hurried to the kitchen for her bottle of wine chilling in the refrigerator. Instead of pouring it she sat her glass in the sink and just took the bottle with her.
Outside, the boys were whispering over their good fortune and bragging about possibly getting laid. Frannie was definitely out there, openminded all the time and they were becoming more and more aware of it. Rumors heard of her behavior today toward a well-known Heath Talbot were shocking if true.
Talbot back in the day was not as outgoing. Ego yes, being a tough wrestler against a few of those here tonight, yet nothing so dominant that he could make Frannie the Fanny his ultimate whore. They would need some serious proof of that even after tonight ends. “Nobody pushes her too hard.” Mark spread the word amongst his buddies. “Let’s not spook her?”
“Spook her?” Jake laughed! “What about her ole’ man? If he shows up, he may arrest all of us for trespassing.”
“For some reason I don’t think so or she wouldn’t be so welcoming. She did say Riley liked to watch so let’s play on that in small ways and if he does show up see what he does. That explosion today probably has him busy.”
“Here she comes.”
One of many times in the next two hours. A porch light turned on she could be better seen in her nudity. A bug zapper next to the porch would be at least some service here on the edge of town.
“I’m baaaaaaack!”
She walked out and performed a 360 in step that played on her tipsiness. Hardly drunk but they need not know the true effect. A swig tilted back she intentionally spilled a bit from her lower lip letting the droplets trickle down over her bulging breasts. “Missed the mark.” She giggled!
“You missed me? Awesome!” Mark Miller chuckled, playing on her comment. “Need me to clean you up?”
“Would you be a daring ... I mean darling.”
He took the steps up to the porch and observed her move her arms to her side and arch her back. “Hurry, it might go further South.” Grinning at his buddies Mark took the chance that he just warned his friends against. She did offer! Leaning in the boy licked her left breast, wagging his tongue over her nipple then higher up until all of the wine was cleaned from her bosom.
“That gave me goosebumps. You Sir are a life saver.”
“Aim to please!”
“Mm! I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Wee bit!” She played it off using her finger and thumb as a measuring tool. “My second bottle!” First! Three quarters empty, however. She did have another chilling. “Would you rather I be sober?”
“Would it matter?” Mark laughed!
“No! But I get really horny if I’m drunk. When I’m sober... “ She fluttered her knuckles! “Just as horny.” They all laughed with her. “I hurt my shoulder boxing earlier. Pamper me!” She pouted and moved in front of Mark to reclaim her seat on that top step. “You get to massage my shoulder, Mister Miller.”