Sarah's Hung Buyer Ruins Her Milf Pussy

I never meant for it to happen. Not in the middle of an open house on a sleepy Tuesday afternoon in suburbia. But the moment Tyler walked through the front door alone, everything changed.

I’m forty-two, married for nineteen years, and the mother of two college freshmen. As a realtor, I’ve perfected the polished smile, the confident stride in my pencil skirts, and the way my silk blouses strain just enough across my heavy D-cup breasts to be tasteful but still make men look twice. My husband Mark hasn’t looked twice in years. Our sex life had dwindled to polite, obligatory encounters every six weeks that left me more frustrated than satisfied. I told myself I was fine. I told myself I was professional.

Then Tyler stepped inside.

He was twenty-two, a junior at the state university and a starting tight end on the football team. Six-foot-three, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the kind of easy, athletic confidence that made the air feel thinner. His tight gray athletic shorts and sleeveless compression shirt did nothing to hide the fact that he was built like a Greek statue. The moment his eyes locked on mine, a slow, knowing grin spread across his handsome face.

“Damn,” he said, voice low and appreciative as he looked me up and down. “You’re the realtor?”

“Lauren,” I managed, extending my hand. His palm was huge and warm. “Welcome to the open house.”

He didn’t let go of my hand right away. “Tyler. And I have to say, Lauren, this house just got a hell of a lot more interesting.”

I laughed, the sound a little too breathy, and began the standard tour. But Tyler wasn’t interested in standard. He stayed close—too close—his body heat brushing against my back as I led him from room to room. By the time we reached the master bedroom, the tension was so thick I could barely breathe.

The bedroom was spacious, with a large king bed staged with crisp white linens and too many decorative pillows. Late afternoon sunlight poured through the tall windows, catching on the diamond of my wedding ring as I gestured toward the walk-in closet.