Warning! This sex story is longer than usual, but it gets pretty hot and very graphic.

Although she’s now in her 50s, my hotwife, Vanna, is still constantly horny and is always up for sucking/fucking. She’s still a hottie with a fit, toned, sexy body and continues to spend most of her weekends at overnight sex parties with her bulls (while, as her submissive cuckold, I wait patiently at home until she returns and lets me clean-up her creampies!). Vanna not only enjoys all the terrific sex she has as a longtime hotwife, she also delights and is really turned-on by using her sex skills to get what she wants, when she wants it. This sex story is a recent example of her using her “natural sexual talents” to get something she wants.

Some weeks ago, I was surprised one weekday mid-morning when Vanna appeared in the living room wearing a really revealing, sexy outfit – the kind she usually only wears when she’s on her way to her regular weekend sex parties. Over her fleshy 36D cup tits, she wore a black, spandex, bandeau-style tube top – at least one or two sizes too small so that it visibly strained to just barely contain her voluptuous, bulging tits and made her cleavage the center of attention! Moreover, she was wearing “boy-cut” black, spandex bike shorts that fit so tightly they created a camel-toe revealing every fold and contour of her vagina! Both tube top and bike shorts looked spray-painted on! Her shoes were black patent leather, 6-inch-high spike heeled sandals held on by several straps and a buckled ankle-band at the top.

Not only was she wearing an outfit that screamed, “Fuck Me!” she wore dramatic make-up that enhanced her ultra-sexy look: Fingernails and toenails painted matching black; heavily-applied black eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara; and raven-black lipstick. Unusually for “daily wear,” she wore several silver ball studs outlining each of her outer ears. Looking her over, I thought, “Whoever she’s targeting is a ‘dead duck.’”

As Vanna grabbed her purse, rooted around in it to find her car keys and started to strut toward the front door, I asked, “So, are you hooking up with some of your bulls mid-week instead of a weekend?” She stopped, flashed me an exasperated look and said, “No, I’m just sick and tired of the fucking ‘Service Due’ warning light on my car coming on. I delete it each time, but it comes on with a ‘bonging’ tone every time I restart my engine. The only ‘service’ it needs is an oil change and fluid reservoirs filled, so I’m taking it, as usual, to Rick’s Garage for the ‘service.’” Puzzled, I continued, “But, why did you go to all the trouble to get all made-up and sexy dressed just for an oil change?” Shooting me one of her “I don’t have time for this shit!” looks, she answered, “Because Rick is temporarily down to only one mechanic with a huge backlog of work and I want to get this done today! I’m dressed this way because I want to be certain it’ll get done immediately…so I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.”

I tried to follow her reasoning and digest her logic, but it still escaped me. “Can’t you just drop it off and I can drive you to pick it up later?” After quickly checking her watch, Vanna put her hands on her hips, let out a loud “sigh” of unconcealed impatience, and gave me her “You just don’t ‘get it,’ do you?” look. With obviously forced “patience,” Vanna reluctantly but carefully explained, “As you ought to know by now, I am mainly erotically turned on by two things – sex and power. I’m dressing like this because it greatly turns me on and sexually excites me to do so. More importantly, I know it turns men on, too, thereby giving me the power to get what I want from them. And in case you’ve forgotten our ‘dogging’ sexcapades, I LOVE sucking strange cock, in this specific instance, Rick’s! From the looks he’s given me of undisguised carnal lust when I’ve previously taken my car in while just wearing normal ‘street clothes,’ I’m certain when he sees me dressed like this – while brazenly flirting with him! – he’ll order my oil changed immediately and I’ll be sucking his cock in his garage office restroom within 5 minutes of getting there…But, above all, I’m just fucking bored, and I’m always super-fucking horny when I’m bored!”

“Now,” Vanna snapped, “does that clear up this baffling ‘mystery’ for you, Sherlock?” All I could answer in reply to her soliloquy on sex, power and lust was a meek, “Yes, dear. I hope your oil change will be every bit as exciting, satisfying and fulfilling as you imagine it will be.” She cocked her head to one side, gave me a “middle finger salute” and a final sarcastic “Smartass!” look, turned on her heels and strutted out the front door. Within seconds, I heard her car spin out of the driveway and race off down the street in the direction of Rick’s Garage.

When Vanna got home later on, she gave me a detailed “blow-by-blow” account of how her oil change went. Here’s how she recounted her oil change sexcapade.

Vanna recalled it was nearly noon when she wheeled into the smallish parking area fronting Rick’s Garage. In fact, as she paused for traffic to clear so she could turn into the parking area, all spaces in Rick’s lot were full and many more cars – presumably also Rick’s customers – were parked on the street. Obviously, Rick’s was swamped with business. But just as the traffic cleared, a car luckily pulled out of a space only a few steps from Rick’s office entrance, into which Vanna quickly darted.

The building itself is a clean but old-fashioned, 50s-era, standard, automobile service-station design built of cinderblock and brick: a modest “office area” with a small, interior-access-only, sink-and-single-stall toilet; and a much larger, attached, two-bay, “service/repair” area, each bay having an in-ground pit and hydraulic-lift “rack” for underside vehicle access. Vanna noticed that both bays were occupied and his harried mechanic, Lester, obviously had his hands full.

As she pulled into the parking space, Vanna could see Rick working at his desk. The sound of her car pulling up got his attention and he glanced out the office’s large “picture window.” Immediately recognizing Vanna, Rick jumped up and rushed out the door to personally greet his “favorite customer.” As Rick hurried outside, Vanna bent forward and, unobserved, roughly pinched each of her nipples to get them rigid and protruding through her thin, spandex bandeau tube top, then used both hands to adjust her bandeau tube top to run just slightly above her rigid nipples – arranging it so the top half-inch of her pink-skinned areola circles just “peeked over” the bandeau top. As a final tube top adjustment, she squeezed and compressed her tits so that they dramatically over-flowed her tube top, creating an even more sexually-alluring cleavage.

Simultaneously, she quickly moved her seat and seat-back several inches backward and spread her legs to provide an unobstructed view of her no-pussy-contour-concealed, graphically outlined, protruding camel-toe. Finally, Vanna firmly but unobtrusively grabbed both sides of the steering wheel so that her arm-muscles kept constant pressure on each side of her tits, surreptitiously “squeezing” them together for continued maximum impact. Finishing just as Rick arrived at her open driver’s side window, Vanna thought to herself, “Showtime!”

As Rick leaned both his forearms on Vanna’s window sill and stuck his head halfway inside, she noted him hungrily looking her over, unable to conceal the erotic lust in his eyes as his gaze went from her tits, to her pussy, to her dramatic make-up then, predictably, back to her tits. Unable to divert his gaze from Vanna’s tits, Rick cheerfully greeted her, “Well, hello, Mrs. M! What can I do for you today?” She turned her upper body slightly toward Rick – showing off her voluptuous tits even more boldly -- moved her head closer to his and in a pleading voice said, “Oh, Rick! I know you’re extremely busy now, being short-handed on mechanics and all, but I desperately need an oil change! But, not only that, in an hour I’m helping a really important business contact host a pool party at his house – hence my ‘party’ outfit -- and I must have an oil change at once and get right over there! Please, can you do it now? It’s really very, very important to me!” The “pool party” was a small lie – it was next week.

Rick’s eyes kept roaming over Vanna’s body, but his wide, welcoming smile suddenly turned to a look of concern as he pursed his lips while sucking in then exhaling a long, loud breath of air. “Oh, Mrs. M, you can see we’re swamped right now with a huge backlog of work. You know I’d love to help you – as usual! – but the best I can do is have you leave your car and I can change the oil tonight so you could pick it up first thing in the morning…I’m sorry. You know you’re my favorite customer!”

Sliding her upper body so close to Rick’s folded arms leaning on her window sill that her bulging tits lightly brushed against Rick’s arms, Vanna reached over with her right arm, placed her hand on Rick’s forearms and began softly running her long, black-painted fingernails back and forth along his arms. With her head only a few inches from Rick’s face as he kept leaning through her window, Vanna made bold, unambiguously erotic eye-contact with him, purring in almost a whisper so no one else could accidentally overhear as she slowly licked her lips, “Rick…I know how much you…like…me. I’ve seen it in the way you always look at me when I’ve been here before. But what you may not realize is how much I…like…you. How very, very much I…like…you, too!” As she whispered that to Rick, she pressed her tits noticeably against his folded forearms.

Momentarily breaking eye-contact, Vanna conspicuously glanced at her wristwatch, as if to gauge how much time she had to spare before the supposed ‘pool party’ began. Turning back to Rick, she leaned her head even closer to Rick, whispering even softer, “If you can – please! -- have your mechanic stop what he’s working on and do my oil change right now…and if the restroom in your office is unoccupied…I have just enough time to show you just how much I…like…you and just how grateful I can be to guys I like who are kind enough to do me a great favor! So, what about it, Rick?”

By this time beads of sweat had formed on Rick’s forehead, he was breathing heavily and Vanna could feel his forearms shaking as she continued stroking them with her fingernails while awaiting his reply. With a dreamy, far-off look in his eyes, Rick licked his lips, replying, “J-just a second, Mrs. M!” Rick raced over to garage bay number two, calling out, “Lester!” Wiping his grease-covered hands on a dirty rag, Lester the mechanic crawled out of the pit to see what Rick wanted. “Lester, stop what you’re doing on Mr. Everett’s SUV, move it off the rack for now and pull Mrs. M’s car onto the rack, change her oil and check/fill all fluid reservoirs…right now! I need this done within the next 20 minutes. Got it?” Lester looked puzzled, but nodded his head, answering, “Got it, Rick. You’re the boss. I’ll have this done in 20 minutes.”

Rick scurried back to Vanna’s car, opened her door for her to get out and said, “Lester’s coming right now to put your car on the rack and change your oil. He’ll have it done in 20 minutes, so c’mon inside my office to…wait.” Vanna gave Rick a huge smile, said, “Oh, Rick! Thanks so much!” got out of her car and strutted into Rick’s office as he followed her inside. Rick gazed out his office picture window until Lester had pulled Vanna’s car onto the rack, then turned around, saying, “He’s working on it right n…!” Rick abruptly stopped talking when he saw Vanna standing in the open doorway to the toilet, smiling invitingly at him while holding the door open for him to join her inside.

Rick was in such a hurry to join Vanna that he nearly tripped on the corner of his desk, but recovered his balance, smiled sheepishly and slid past her into the small, 6-by-9-feet toilet room. As soon as Rick was inside, Vanna closed the door behind her, locking it by throwing the deadbolt. Rick was panting in sexual anticipation as Vanna walked up to him, threw her arms around his neck, pulled his head down slightly so their lips met and gave him a long, deep, erotic tongue-kiss. He returned her tongue-kiss, making a “Mmmmmmmmm! sound of pure pleasure as Vanna pressed her bulging tits against his body and thrust her hips into his swollen crotch. She was extremely pleased -- but not surprised! -- to feel his rock-hard cock throbbing against her rapidly-moistening camel-toe!

Shortly, Vanna broke off their embrace, grabbed both of Rick’s hands in hers, then led him into the open, wooden-wall-lined toilet stall as she backed a few feet into the front of the stall. Their bodies only a few inches apart and facing each other, she reached up with both hands, hooked both her thumbs over the side tops of her bandeau tube top, and pulled it down to her waist, exposing her swinging, pendulous, luscious, full tits. Before her tits even stopped “bouncing” from being flipped out of the skin-tight tube-top, Rick’s hands were all over them, squeezing and fondling them, pinching her rigid, protruding nipples! They filled his hands as he cupped them from below, then raised each one in turn up to his mouth as he bent his head down and sucked her tits and rigid nipples, one after the other. Again, he moaned, “Mmmmmmmmm!” in sexual pleasure. Vanna cradled Rick’s head in her hands he suckled her voluptuous breasts.

After Rick sucked and fondled her tits for several minutes, Vanna pulled his head back off of them and once again embraced him and tongue-kissed him deeply, passionately! While they tongue-kissed, she reached her hands down to his crotch, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his waist button and unzipped his fly, allowing his jeans to slide over his hips and fall around his ankles. Breaking off their tongue-kissing, Vanna bent down, grasped the waist band of his jockey shorts, and rolled them down on top of his jeans. She was impressed with Rick’s rock-hard, throbbing cock – it was about 8-inches long, quite thick, topped by a large, domed, mushroom cock-head, already glistening with clear, watery precum drizzling out of his meatus slit. Vanna wrapped both her hands around Rick’s pulsing cock and began stroking it, using his dribbling, slick precum as stroking lube.

Once she’d stroked his cock for several minutes, Vanna moved back a step and sat down on the closed toilet seat, using Rick’s cock to guide him forward so his cock was only an inch from her mouth. Vanna resumed stroking his cock with one hand while wrapping her other arm and hand behind him, squeezing his ass-cheek and pressing his hips forward to get him thrusting his cock into her mouth in a forceful face-fucking rhythm as she sucked his cock. Using her well-practiced, expert cock-sucking techniques, Vanna swirled her tongue around Rick’s swollen cock-head, licking his thick cock-shaft up, down and around, and eventually taking all of his 8-inch cock into her mouth and her throat. She’d learned long ago how to suppress her gag-reflex.

As Vanna sucked his cock harder and harder, Rick kept moaning, “Mmmmmmmmm!” and his face-fucking thrusts got faster and rougher as he approached a ball-draining ejaculation. Finally, Rick reached down with both hands, roughly grabbed Vanna’s bobbing head and harshly rammed it over and over onto his thrusting cock as he began squirting thick streams of gobs of hot, creamy cum into her mouth and down her throat! Vanna kept swallowing Rick’s cum as fast as she could as he slammed her head and mouth against his cum-spasming cock! Inevitably, some of his thick cum oozed out of the corners of Vanna’s mouth and drizzled down her chin, his cum-drops splattering on the toilet’s concrete floor. She squeezed his balls tightly to get all of his cum drained out of them until, finally, she’d milked his cock and balls dry.

Vanna moved her head back off of Rick’s cock, then used a forefinger to scrape his cum drizzles off her chin. Rick breathlessly panted after she’d finished sucking him dry, and he backed off a step and started reaching down to pull up his jockey shorts and jeans, but Vanna stopped him. “No, not yet, Rick!” she ordered. Vanna stood up, peeled down her spandex bike shorts, and pulled them off one leg. She turned her back to him, spread her feet wide apart, and bent down over the closed toilet, bracing herself by leaning her forearms on the closed toilet seat lid. Raising her ass high up and reaching one hand down between her legs to use a thumb and forefinger to spread her low-hanging outer labia lips’ fleshy flaps wide, she turned her head back to look at Rick, ordering, “Fuck me from behind, doggie-style!”

Rick’s cock was still semi-hard, oozing final drops of cum and spasming, hard enough to allow him to shove his cock through her quivering labia lips and deep into her dripping-wet vagina. Once he’d swung his ass and hips hard, ramming his now again-hardening cock balls-deep into her vagina, Rick quickly got into a slamming, banging, thrusting rhythm as he forcefully doggie-fucked her. “Oh, God!” Rick moaned loudly, “Your pussy lips wrap around my cock like a mouth sucking me!”

Vanna twerked and bounced her ass and pussy in perfect rhythm to match Rick’s fuck-thrusts and his rock-hard, throbbing cock pounded her mercilessly! Although her position bent over the toilet seat was somewhat awkward, it put her vagina in exactly the right position and angle for Rick to slam his cock just as forcefully and as far up inside her pussy as he possibly could! Moreover, her bent over position allowed her full, fleshy tits to swing freely, forward and back, right and left, erotically rubbing her rigid nipples against the rough wood of the seat lid as Rick’s pounding shook her entire body!

Since he’d already ejaculated to her blow-job, he held back shooting his cum into her longer than when she sucked him off. But after several minutes of jack-hammer fucking – his balls slamming against her ass -- he, again, ejaculated, squirting more streams of cum-gobs inside Vanna’s “lip-sucking” pussy! His cum-load this time was not quite as large, but Vanna felt every drop squirt inside her and splash into her vagina, through her cervix and up into her uterus.

Finally, Rick had drained his balls inside her and Vanna was filled with his cum as he backed off two steps, pulling his glistening cock out of her still-oozing pussy. Vanna raised up, rolled off some toilet paper for Rick and for herself and they used the TP to clean up his cum-glazed cock and her cum-dripping pussy. While Rick pulled up his jockey shorts and refastened his jeans, Vanna pulled her bike shorts back on and readjusted her bandeau tube-top.

As they both left the toilet room and went back into the office, Vanna glanced at her watch, noting, “20 minutes! My oil change ought to be about done, right, Rick?” He glanced out the front window, smiled, and replied, “Yep! Right on time, Mrs. M! Lester’s finished and your car’s parked back in the same spot!” Moving behind his desk, Rick bent over and started to write something on a calendar. With a puzzled look, Vanna asked, “What are you doing now, Rick?”

Rick gave her a big smile, winked and said, “I’m penciling-in your next ‘oil change’ right now on my work calendar!”

Vanna gave him a sly smile, licked her lips seductively, and said, “Write it in INK, Rick!”