Sex Crazy, The Milf Club

By Charlie B.

Well, here it is, my second milf book. This one called 'The Milf Club' features four hot sex-hungry single mothers living on an exclusive estate in the USA. They each have secrets but they also share their men for sex, so when a new hot guy moves in during a snowstorm its soon big news among the gorgeously attractive voracious women of 'The Milf Club.'

Things get steamier as the women make their moves and the man is soon drawn into their web of salacious seduction, but as in every good sexy story there are things going on in secret that are not always as they seem.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie B.
• Release date: Oct 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370929047

Charlie B.

Well my name is Charlie B but you already know that. I live in the UK, Bromley, Kent, any GR peeps close by, friend me by all means. I write hot steamy stories. Why, well because if it turns me on I hope it will do the same for you, guy or girl! For those of you that might be interested my web site address is www.dollhouse-books.com. all of my books are individually listed there along with synopsis and other interesting articles. you can also sign up to my new releases newsletter and receive a free short story Commecial finished, please read on! I write a lot, a book a month sometimes even more and I like to do something different every time. Sometimes the sexy scenes are part of the story and other times the story is the vehicle for the sex scenes but one thing is always present in my stories, Sex! Most of my stories feature women as the lead characters, I liker strong women, women who know what they want and go get it. They want men who can satisfy them in every way, who can excite and give then totally fulfilling sex. Women today have found their freedom, they want books that excite and arouse, they want a hot read that will give them a thrill and why not. Ah, but I hear you guys saying , 'what about us? Well I know what guys like, after all I am one. Fresh young women, cheerleaders, raunchy college girls that are naughty rather than nice. Older women that bend the rules, blur the lines because they are hell bent on satisfaction and they will do their devious best to get it. In actual fact, although there's a possible division in what I write, I think men and women will enjoy most of my books as many sit in the middle road.

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THE MILF CLUB

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by

CHARLIE B.

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CHAPTER 1.THE SNOW BRINGS A SURPRISE

There are forty-five upmarket residences on the very exclusive Belle Vista estate. Of those there are thirty-seven where the couples are very happily married. There are three whose husbands are away for long periods at a time, and there are four single mothers who have formed themselves into a closely knit group called, ‘The Milf Club.’ That leaves one who is having a pretty wild time with a guy she’s met online through a dating agency; so, we won’t mention her again, and one empty house. The empty property is about to become occupied by a new arrival.

Cordelia stands at her window watching as the U-Haul van arrives. She is a fairly tall, striking woman with thick, long, straight black hair that betrays her Native American origin. Having just showered she wears little more than a white, towelling bathrobe as she peers through the curtained, picture window that overlooks the housing estate. Snowflakes have just begun to fall and will soon carpet the ground and a vehicle begins to slide sideways as the driver reverses up the steep driveway of the house next door.

Cordelia smiles, then her eyes narrow as a man gets out of the vehicle and stands surveying that house, his face partially hidden by the raised hood on his coat as he takes in his new home. She watches as he clumps up to the house, straining on her toes to see more, as he unlocks the door.

In her desire to be nosy, her robe slips open to reveal her, gorgeously proportioned, bare-breasted body in all its splendid glory. Cordelia might be in her late thirties but she is a dish, a peach, a deliciously sensual woman, who looks absolutely amazing in her unpeeled state. Her full, high riding breasts are topped by dark, wide tips, a slim waist and full hips lead to long, finely honed legs. When Cordelia enters a room, men stare with unabashed lust.

She giggles softly and then tugs the garment back around herself, thankful that her probable new neighbour hasn’t witnessed the tempting sight, then chuckling once more, she cheekily wonders what he might have thought if he had. She runs a hand through her thick hair to push it back off her stunning face. Like all the women in the Milf Club, she keeps herself in shape at Deena’s built-in Gymnasium. It is girls daily meeting place to swap the latest gossip, recommend the latest sexy books as well as swop DVD’s.

Craning her head forward, she jumps back as the man’s face turns toward her. He smiles and raised a hand and her body flushes like a schoolgirl’s because he has a smile that would melt an ice maiden’s heart to pieces across his handsome face. His black hair is speckled white with snow since his hood has now fallen back and in turning he loses his footing for a moment, wobbles perilously, regains his balance then waves once again.

Cordelia raises a hesitant hand in reply; her pretty face forming its own beaming response as she watches a moment longer and then races to get dressed. She needs to know more, needs to find out all about this totally desirable man, because he has suddenly brought out all those deliciously sensual feelings that can turn a woman’s legs to jelly as she fantasies about what might be.

Ten minutes later she is at her porch, her body clad in tight ski pants that outline her seductive curves in the most desirable manner, and a thick white jumper. Her long hair loosely falling over her pretty features as she calls out to her new neighbour.

Coffee and cookies? Are you moving in?

Oh, great. Yeah, Daniel. Daniel Jeffers. Be staying for a while. I need a little solitude; this is great coffee.

Cordelia smiles as he looks at her a little more searchingly; God, he is handsome. Her heart races as she takes in his piercing blue eyes. Dare she ask the question that is on the tip of her tongue.

Solitude?

Yeah, I’m a writer; I need time to work. No distractions though I think I may have found one already.

Oh, mutters Cordelia; her heart racing as she blushes slightly. Other things are affecting her too. It isn’t just the cold wind that is making her nipples hard.

Sorry, that was a little forward of me. These are delicious cookies.

No, not at all. A woman never refuses a compliment from a man. As a writer, you should know that Daniel?

He laughs as he dips his cookie in his coffee, then swears as the soggy half falls into his drink.

Cordelia grins, then hugs her arms around herself as the wind suddenly blows up.

"Oh you’re getting cold, er….?

Cordelia; after my great grandmother. Not very native I know, but she was of French origin. My father was native American.

Well whatever the origins, the product has turned out to be very special.

There is that flush of excitement again.

Well thanks for the coffee. I’d better get back to work before the snow gets worse or I’ll be sleeping on the hard floor tonight.

It is at that moment that Cordelia decides to take a chance. She is still excited by the genuine closeness of the man so she invites him to dinner. Her daughter Kimi will just have to accept it.

He smiles once more, accepting her invitation as he pulls more belongings from the vehicle and Cordelia watches for a few moments longer before returning to her chores.

There are three emails waiting on her PC.

‘Ok, who is that hunk babe, he’s sooooo damn hot,’ from her best friend Gracie.

‘I want, I want, dammit you gotta tell me more,’ from Deena.

‘What have the gods delivered to our door,’ from Cindy Jane.

News evidently travelled fast on the Belle Vista Estate. The sex hungry, vultures are circling, Cordelia grins as she answers each message with a series of question marks. She knows full well that the girls will be asking many more questions in time. They will also expect a piece of the action. That is the first rule among the horny Milfs; ‘what’s yours is mine,’ has never been so true.

She soon finds herself drifting back to the window. Despite the falling snow he has now stripped off his Jacket. His lithe, well-muscled body, still hidden, but enough is on show to excite the woman still further.

Her hand dips down into her ski pants, deeper to delve into her panties and she trembles as her feelings grow into a demanding surge of desire that needs to be assuaged by her probing fingers. She can’t believe that she can be so swamped by such feelings, so quickly. She is a grown woman, not a randy teenager.

Despite all this, her fingers soon worm their way between the tight lips of her pussy where they began to work their magic. Firm, jiggling strokes that have her whimpering with lust for a man; this man. She imagines him naked, his gleaming body poised above her, his muscular chest, his slim hips, his swollen cock throbbing as she slides her fingers over its hard, smooth surface. It will be big, it has to be, not huge but long and thick, and slightly wicked looking with thin throbbing veins pulsing with his excitement as he gazes down upon her naked body. The head of his prick red and swollen, larger than the shaft. Her mouth closing over its shiny-smooth surface, sucking, tongue licking, as he fondles her firm, jutting breasts.

Oh, oh fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes, she whimpers as she bends double with the force of her induced climax. The intense feelings far stronger than usual, her body shaking as she feels the surge of fluid drool onto her fingers. Now she will have to change her panties or ‘maybe just leave them off,’ she thinks as the man closes up the vehicle then leaves her line of sight.

There is a ring at her doorbell, and Cordelia jumps, composes herself and then answers it.

Damn snow. Hi Cordelia, hope you have coffee on, I’m freezing, mutters Gracie, pulling off her glistening white bobble hat and shaking away the melting drips.

Hi Gracie, yeah it’s hot, come on through.

Babe, I just had to,…. Oh, thanks. Smells great, oh, and cookies. Uh oh, I think these have already been shared with a certain hunky man. Did you talk to him?

Cordelia laughs. It is her friend’s way to be observant.

His name is Daniel. He’s here to write his book. He says that’s why, and he said he wants some solitude.

Solitude? Not a damn chance of that. He’s prime beef. He’ll get so many cookies he won’t know what to do with them all. The girls are talking of nothing else already. He can dip into my cookie jar whenever he wants.

Cordelia laughs at Gracie’s cheeky remark; she is renowned for saying it as she sees it.

"Well the snows thickening up. I don’t think he’ll be going anywhere soon. I hope he’s brought some supplies