I couldn’t believe how the evening turned out, but god, it was exactly the kind of filthy fun I craved as a mid-forties, sex mad, slut mother.

I’d been chatting with my friend Marion about spicing things up again, and before I knew it, she invited me over to her place for what she called one of our ‘special gathering.’

I slipped into one of my favorite outfits—a short black mini skirt that barely covered my arse, sheer black seamed silk stockings that hugged my legs like a second skin, and a white see-through blouse that left nothing to the imagination about my hard nipples poking through.

No panties, of course; I wanted easy access for whatever was coming.

When I arrived, my cunt already aching and sopping wet, Marion greeted me at the door looking like pure sin in her red suspender belt and matching stockings, her tits spilling out of a peep-hole bra, nipples already stiff and begging for attention. ‘Anna, you slutty bitch, get in here,’ she laughed, pulling me inside.

Her husband Jeff was lounging on the couch, his cock already half-hard in his pants, grinning like he knew what was up.

But the nice surprise was the two older guys—both pushing sixty-six, with that rugged, experienced look that made my pussy twitch.

Harold and Burt, Marion introduced them, and trailing behind them on leashes were their dogs, Freddy and Max, big strong mutts with tongues lolling out, sniffing the air like they sensed the heat building.

We didn’t waste much time on small talk. The usual compliments and flattery.

Jeff poured drinks, but hands were wandering before the glasses were empty. Marion pushed me onto the couch, her fingers sliding up my skirt to rub my wet slit. ‘Look at this horny whore, boys,’ she purred. ‘Anna’s been dying for some real new cock. Her son is fucking her regularly now, along with her slutty daughter-in law to be, but that blonde and big titted slut is yet to have any dog cock!’

I moaned as she fingered me, my stockings whispering against the cushions.

Jeff unzipped, his thick dick springing free, and I leaned over to suck him deep, tasting his salty pre-cum while Marion kissed my neck, her tongue tracing hot patterns on my skin.

The old men watched, stroking themselves through their pants, until Harold couldn’t take it.

‘Fuck, let’s get this party started,’ he growled, shedding his clothes. His cock was veiny and hard despite his age, and he grabbed my hair, pulling me off Jeff to shove it down my throat.

I gagged happily, slurping and drooling as Burt joined in, pinching my tits through the blouse, twisting my nipples until I whimpered around Harold’s shaft.

Marion stripped off her top, her peep-hole bra framing her bouncing breasts, and Jeff bent her over the arm of the couch, slamming into her from behind. She screamed in pleasure, ‘Yes, fuck me harder, you bastard! Stretch my wet fucking cunt wide!’

Soon, clothes were flying everywhere. My skirt hiked up, blouse ripped open, exposing my heavy mum tits that jiggled with every movement.

The men took turns pounding my mouth while I fingered my dripping cunt, my fingers slick with my own juices.

‘Suck it like the cum-guzzling slut you are,’ Burt grunted, face-fucking me until tears ran down my cheeks and saliva dripped onto my chest.

Marion was getting railed relentlessly by Jeff, her red stockings taut as she braced against the couch, her ass cheeks rippling from each impact.