Summary:
Gracie, Quinn, and Phaedra had been best friends since high school. They stood out in their small town for being beautiful, wild, young, and free.
They all achieved their dreams of becoming wives and stay at home moms. When the kids left the nest, the ladies were left with a void. The girls know they are missing out on life and they aim for a change.
Opportunity presents itself when Quinn’s daughter invites her to the big city to help with her newborns. Quinn enjoys the city so much she invites Gracie and Phaedra to visit for a couple of weeks. Quinn has planned an adventure for them that rivals those of their past.
She takes them to a paint and sip class featuring a gorgeous, young, nude model. Quinn invites him to join the three besties for dinner. Afterwards, she suggests he hang out with them a little longer in their hotel suite. She has a fuck plan for the night. He, she and Phaedra are going to have a threesome. She easily convinces Gracie to join in to make it a foursome instead.
MILFS, Big Breasts, Big Cock, Big Balls, Kissing, Pussy licking, Fingering, Finger Fucking, Face Riding, Doggystyle, Missionary Position, Dick Sucking, Ball Sucking and Licking, Ass Licking, Threesome, Girl on Girl, Foursome, Sixty-Nine, Dick Riding
CHAPTER 1
We were mired in an endless rut. If there was a reality show centered around bored housewives, my friends and I would’ve been cast as the leads. Obviously, no one would tune in to such a sad show and I couldn’t blame them. Who would enjoy observing our lives, when we were tired of living them?
Sometimes it didn’t even feel as if we were living. We were enduring. Day after day and year after year, it was always the same. We saw the same people, did the same things, and went to the same places. I had been a stay at home mom in a small town. At least when I was raising my kids, there was something important to do.
Like many moms, I cried when each of my kids fled the nest. I cried the most when my last child moved out. Many of those tears were cried because I realized the enormous void left in my life. My friends were in the same boat. We were all trying to fill that same emptiness.
Options were limited in our small town so we quickly exhausted our list of new things to do. We even joined a couple of local clubs but the results were no different. The monotony was killing us. We knew there was more to life. We were determined to figure out what and of course, how to go about getting it.
We had known one another since grade school although our deep friendship wasn’t forged until our freshman year in high school.
By the time we were seniors, we were so wild and popular that we were dubbed the “Thrilling Three”. It caught on and stuck. There was never a dull moment. We missed that part of our lives. We weren’t trying to relive or rekindle our untamed youth. We were simply trying to spark up our present lives.
Quinn, short for Quintessa, was the firecracker of our crew. She was the first to have kids so she was the first of us to experience an empty nest. By the age of twenty-four, she had been married for four years and had a child for every one of them. Her hair was red to match her spirit. Phaedra and I envied her deep brown eyes and full, pouty lips.
Phaedra was a hot-bodied goddess. The three of us sported ample backsides and large bosoms, but Phaedra had the tiny hourglass waist and height to complete the package. Her blonde-topped pretty face featured piercing blue eyes and dimples. She was the mother of two kids and the wife of a notorious womanizer.
The girls sometimes called me Shy Gracie because I usually required their prodding to prompt me into misbehaving. Once I was in though, I was all in. I was elected homecoming queen, prom queen, and prettiest in my senior class. I credited my election to my personality rather than my looks. I was a late bloomer so I could never get used to the compliments.
All we desired were comfortable, long, and relatively simple lives. We dreamed of getting married, having kids, remaining best friends, and staying beautiful. We swore to never allow the pressures of being stay at home moms rob us of our appearance. We held each other accountable in loving and nurturing ways. We were all still smoking hot. We wanted to reap more benefits of our beauty before age set in.
We relished our roles as trophy wives as long as our husbands took us off the shelf regularly to dust us off. Unfortunately, our husbands had grown just as bored with us as we had with them. We searched for something to shake us up. It wasn’t until Quinn made a trip to the big city that we got our chance.
Her daughter was giving birth to a set of twins. She was going to be the first in our group to become a grandmother. Quinn planned to stay with her daughter for a few weeks to help with the newborns.
A few weeks turned into several months. Not only was she over the moon being a first time grandma, but she was also indulging in the diverse and exciting offerings of the city.
We could not resist her invitation to visit.
She promised us an itinerary full of fun and adventure. She made all the arrangements, including treating us to a room at a swanky hotel. We were the “Thrilling Three” again.
Everything we ever thought of doing and things we never even fathomed were at our fingertips. We thought we had reached the pinnacle when we made back-to-back trips to a couple of strip clubs.
It was only the tip of the iceberg. Our visit truly began heating up when we enrolled in a paint and sip class. We had attended several of them in our small town.
We painted barns, trees, and farm animals; the very things we were tired of looking at. She swore this class would be much different. This class featured models, nude ones. We arrived early to stake out front row seats.
Quinn had taken the class before so she knew both the instructor and the model. She told us that she chose this particular session because the model was the most beautiful man she had ever set her eyes on.
She also warned that he had the biggest cock she had ever seen. We sipped on our glasses of wine waiting for class to begin.
The instructor gave a little speech that all of us ignored. We weren’t there to learn. Our chief mission was to get our kicks lusting at a sexy, big-cocked man.
The instructor introduced our model Massimo after she completed her remarks. This was not one of Quinn’s usual exaggerations. Massimo was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. He had to have been lowered down to earth on angel’s wings.
His face was perfectly chiseled. His eyes were big and brown and his lashes were long and thick. His high cheekbones surrounded his perfect nose and plump lips.
He was clean shaven with a dimpled chin. His hair was short, black, and wavy. He greeted us in what I guessed was an Italian accent. He licked his lips and with an air of arrogance.
He slowly opened his robe and threw it over a nearby stool. The small class of mostly middle aged women whistled, clapped, stomped their feet, and cheered at the majestic sight.
Massimo was hung like a horse- a big, young stallion. He stood with his hands on his waist showcasing his magnificent manhood, giving us a much needed chance to admire his glorious form.
The instructor gave us the go-ahead to start painting. We giggled, painted, and drank. Quinn winked at Massimo a few times. He responded with a smile and a head nod.
Phaedra and I teased her for her relentless flirting. The class flew by. After it was over, Quinn introduced us to Massimo. They seemed to have worked up quite a rapport from her prior class.
She whispered something in his ear before we headed back to our hotel that was a few doors down from the studio. It was home to an expensive, high brow restaurant where we decided to have dinner.
Quinn requested a table for four. She had invited a surprise guest. We ordered a round of drinks and waited for our appetizer and the guest.
They arrived at our table at the same time, looking and smelling equally scrumptious. Massimo was the surprise invitee. He was now fully clothed but fortunately, I remembered every detail of his exquisite physique.
He gave Quinn a huge kiss on the cheek. He planted huge wet ones on the back of Phaedra and my hands before sitting down. Phaedra and I were speechless.
Thoughts were circulating in my head but I hadn’t had enough alcohol to let them rip.