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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country. All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM. ********************************************************************************** These stories are based off of confessions people leave in the R/SluttyConfessions subreddit I find interesting enough to want to turn into a story. You can find the confession this story was inspired by here: https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/1ph0ev8/i\_44f\_matched\_with\_my\_neighbors\_kid\_18m\_on\_tinder/ ********************************************************************************** Mirabelle Nicholson wasn’t exactly planning on cheating, like it wasn’t intentional from the start or anything. She just got bored one day, she had been a stay-at-home mom for so long and now that her kids were old enough to look after themselves mostly, she suddenly found herself with a lot more free time on her hands. As the saying goes, idle hands are the devil’s playground, which led the nearly forty-six-year-old Newfoundland bitch into downloading Tinder. She hadn’t planned on actually doing anything with the app, she was just curious to see what else was out there, at least that was what she’d told herself at the start. But when an unexpected face appeared on her screen, the married mom of two thought “fuck it” and swiped right on Reynard. Reynard was her neighbour’s son, someone she had watched grow up from riding his bike up and down the street, to turning into a gangly long limbed and awkward looking teen. But now, not long after his eighteenth birthday, the young brown and white horse was turning into quite the stallion. After a string of girlfriends, his confidence was growing and it showed, he walked around with the swagger most his age would call “alpha male”, and it suited him well. With his long flowing brown mane of hair and his deep, soulful blue eyes, he was turning into quite the heart throb. Combined with a deep voice, which she had been around to listen to it break and crack as he transitioned from awkward teen to nascent man, in a couple of years, he’d certainly be making a lot of panties wet. The pictures he’d chosen to use for his Tinder profile were rather revealing too, which let Mirabelle see him in an entirely different light. No longer was he the cute kid she used to babysit when his folks were out, but now he was not only a handsome young man, but apparently also a very sexual being as well. The young stud was not shy about showing off the bulge in his basketball shorts it seemed, something she never would have looked at before, but after seeing that image, the mature canine mom couldn’t get it out of her mind. Perhaps that was why she really swiped right in the first place, not that she would ever admit that to herself or anyone else for that matter. When she swiped right, they matched immediately, meaning he had already swiped yes on her at some point. “Hey neighbour” she’d sent with a winking emoji, mostly just to test the waters and see if Reynard actually realized who he had matched with. “Are you sure about this, Mrs. Nicholson?” came back his simple answer, quickly answering that question as he apparently knew exactly who she was. It didn’t take long before the young stud was extolling about how hot he thought she was, how he thought she was a total MILF, and he’d been fantasizing about her for at least the last couple of years. It turned out she had been the cause for so many ruined socks and towels in the last couple years, which most women would probably have found disgusting to hear about. In truth, Mirabelle found it rather flattering, perhaps even a little exciting. She hadn’t thought of herself as attractive or desirable in quite some time, though perhaps that was just because things back home had gotten a bit stale and sparse. She and her husband had settled into a routine, perhaps a too comfortable one and neither of them really initiated sex outside of special occasions anymore. Life was just too full of other things that distracted them from each other and how they used to be. But listening to Reynard, an attractive young man less than half her age compliment her stunning looks, her gorgeous curves and everything that she’d forgotten about herself, that sparked something in the tall, ebony furred Newfoundland. As she stood in nothing but her underwear before her full-length mirror one morning and really looked at herself, she began to see her own beauty again. Her breasts weren’t big, but they were a decent size and still rather perky for her age. She still had a relatively taut tummy; despite having had two kids, her Pilates and yoga routines had helped a lot with that. Her butt she thought was still perhaps too big, but Reynard had commented on its amazing shape and his desire to bury his face in it. She was mostly happy about her still shiny and mostly obsidian black fluffy coat and long curly hair, there was barely any grey or white to either, yet. She supposed she could pass for someone half her age, if she really wanted to. It took a few days of just talking before either of them finally broached the subject, they both knew what they really wanted and soon the opportunity arose. Her kids would be away at camp, while her husband had a weeklong work trip in Atlanta, so she’d have the house to herself. Reynard was on a gap year before heading to university, so he just had a menial job at the local supermarket to pass the time and earn some extra cash. When Mirabelle sent a “wanna come over later?” message to him, the young stud replied within minutes in the affirmative. She had planned it all out, she would be waiting beside the pool, wearing her new skimpy white bikini that barely covered anything. Mirabelle was laying stretched out on a lounger beside her pool, with her sunglasses on to hide her eyes, when she spotted Reynard’s head poke over the wooden fence between their properties. Just as she had guessed, his tall ears perked up immediately at the sight of her, but what she hadn’t guessed was just how eager the young man was. He didn’t walk around the fence to enter her property; he just did a vertical leap from where he was standing and cleared the fence with ease. Mirabelle was actually rather impressed by such a display of athleticism from the young man but also flattered that she had inspired such a reaction in him. “Eager much?” She asked with a soft, musical laugh while sitting up and looking at Reynard over the rims of her sunglasses. “Well, yeah…have you seen yourself?” he blurted out as he waved his hands in her direction. “Glad you like it” the large ebony furred canine smiled as she slowly climbed up out of her lounger, making sure to give the young stud a good chance to look her over. When she stood up beside him, she noticed just how much he’d grown, now a couple inches taller than her. She knew she was tall for a woman too, standing at just on six foot; but Reynard was still a growing young man and had at least four inches on her. Though, she hoped he’d have more inches than that in her soon enough. At least he wasn’t shy, not how she had expected him to be at least. Then again, she supposed he did know that she was home alone and his folks were still at work for a few more hours, which meant they were effectively alone and wouldn’t be disturbed. So, with the brazen forwardness of horny youth, Reynard palmed at her backside and her breast in tandem, which made Mirabelle laugh and give a slow wag of her tail. She let him openly grope her for a few moments before stepping away and out of his grasp and headed inside. He thankfully picked up on the invitation and followed close behind, but then again, the way she swayed her hips and behind at him with every step, he’d have to have been blind and dumb not to pick up on the less than subtle invitation for him to follow. “Just lay back and let me do all the work” Mirabelle growled softly and playfully as she pushed him back onto her bed. Reynard just grinned back and nodded at her, letting the mature mutt slowly strip him and expose his big, thick and very pink cock. It was bigger than she had anticipated, but then again, he was a horse, so she should’ve guessed as much. Still, it wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen or handled, but it was the biggest she’d touched since her kids were born at any rate. As their eyes met, Mirabelle leaned down and began to slowly tease around the flare of his cocktip. She used the soft, slick and warmth of her broad pink tongue to tease and taste his flesh until he was hard as rock and throbbing in her grasp. His precum tasted salty, but with a hint of something sweet on the aftertaste. Somehow, he tasted clean, almost untouched, but she knew he wasn’t a virgin. She’d seen him fuck that little slutty feline behind their garden shed a few days after his eighteenth birthday, goddamn, that had made her cum as she played with herself while watching the entire thing unfold. She could still remember how the poor girl groaned when Reynard ran her through with his cock, the way her claws scratched at their shed and left marks. She knew the lucky bitch had enjoyed at least two good climaxes as well before the horse blew his load in her. She’d struggled to walk back to the party after they were done, her panties ruined from trying to contain the mess he’d left in her. Now, here she was, about to choke herself on that same prick. Their eyes remained locked as Mirabelle dusted off her dick sucking skills and began to work her soft black lips up and down the first few inches of young stud prick. Reynard snorted and huffed softly as he watched his gorgeous neighbour finally throat his cock, he couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her shiny silver wedding band on her finger as it pumped up and down his length too. It didn’t take long for her to get back into her old college ways and soon enough, Mirabelle was stuffing three quarters of thick, pink cock into her maw and partway down her throat. The entire time she was sucking on the young stud though, her free hand was stuffed down the front of her bikini bottoms, and her fingers were pumping in and out of her ever increasingly sopping cunt. She started with one, then two and eventually worked herself up to four fingers plunging in and out between her folds before she knew she was ready. With a knowing grin at Reynard, Mirabelle pulled her lips from his cock and instead just reached down to tug at the ties of her bikini at her hips. The small bits of cloth fell away, leaving her bare and ready for what was to come. The married mutt climbed over his lap and straddled the eager young horse as he gripped his cock by the base and helpfully kept it aiming skyward for her. At first, Mirabelle just teased the broad tip against her opening, slowly working herself down onto him an inch at a time, until she was satisfied, she could take his length. Then, with a slow and steady descent, she sunk down onto his shaft and took him to the hilt. “Oh fuck” the horse groaned out in surprise, not used to someone being able to take him so deep so easily. His dull nails dug into her wide hips as he gripped at her firmly, his hips shifting and squirming as she ground down onto his cock eagerly. “How’s that married pussy feel?” she couldn’t resist asking, knowing that was something that really excited Reynard. Frankly, it excited her a little as well, knowing this young man was enjoying something that rightfully didn’t belong to him. “F…feels fucking amazing!” he groaned out loud; his eyes almost glazed over with the sheer pleasure of it all. But she wasn’t done yet, she still had more to show and give him. When he finally looked back up at her, Mirabelle reached behind herself to undo her top, finally freeing her breasts as well. Her full, soft black furred mounds capped with dark skinned little nipples begged for attention. Reynard didn’t need to be told what to do, his hands immediately latched onto her tits and damned near began mauling and molesting them as she began to ride his cock in earnest. She could feel his eyes all over her, but most notably on where they were joined at the hip. Undoubtably it was quite the sight to behold; his thick pink cock was splitting her little dark cunt as he filled her so wonderfully full of young horse dick. She was so turned on that she could hear the lewd wet sounds of her cunt gripping and squeezing at his prick between their groans and grunts, every time she lifted up and dropped back down onto him. Soon even her tits were bouncing in his grasp with the effort of her riding the young stud for all she was worth. He had surprising stamina too, managing to hold off his own climax long enough for her to cum nice and hard around his prick, before he grit his teeth and snorted. “Gonna cum” he warned her, not that she needed it. She’d had her tubes tied after the second kid, so he could cum in her all he liked and there’d be no risk of anything other than a nice messy cream pie. So, Mirabelle just kept on riding, her hips bounced against his lap, until she felt his cock lurch and fire off a nice thick and hot rope of potent young horse cum deep inside her. She didn’t stop there though, the married mutt kept on riding the young stud until she was practically dripping the mixture of his seed and her own slick femcum, riding until she began to shake and groan with another intense climax of her own. This time, Mirabelle collapsed onto her side on the bed alongside the panting young horse as she twitched and jerked through the aftershocks of her second intense climax, a hand clasped between her thighs as if to protect her now oversensitive pussy. She could feel the slick and slimy mess of their affair between her fingers as she lightly rubbed at herself soothingly. As she rolled onto her side and faced away from Reynard however, she failed to notice the sly grin on the still hard horse’s muzzle. He’d cum a fair bit inside her, so she’d assumed he was obviously one and done, at least for a little bit. But that was far from the truth, and now he had the perfect opportunity to enact his ultimate fantasy as he turned and shifted to almost spoon Mirabelle from behind. Though it was anything but a romantic gesture, as she quickly found out. Reynard had other plans for her it seemed, as he positioned her just right while lining his still stiff and now very slick length up with her. “What are you doing?” the panting and still twitching married mutt asked when she felt the young horse pressing himself up against her back, but more worrying, he was pressing something else under her tail. “You know what I'm doing” Reynard replied simply, after all, he had mentioned his desires a few times in their discussions, and she hadn’t exactly said no or discouraged him in any way before. So why wouldn’t he try his luck, now that the opportunity had presented itself so perfectly. “No, that's the fucking wrong hole!” she groaned and pointed out to the young horse, as if he didn’t know or realize what he was doing. But it was too late, her body had relented and she felt that flared tip of his pop past the no longer virgin opening beneath her tail. She had gone nearly two decades of being married without giving up her ass to her husband, but on the first day she had fucked Reynard, the bastard had snuck his cock up her back passage. Perhaps this was just karma for what she had just done? “There you go” he groaned deeply into her ear from behind, while his hips very slowly and gently inched forward, until they finally met her plush, black furred buttocks and he again hilted her. “Yeah…you just stuck it up my arse…” Mirabelle groaned in discomfort, suddenly feeling uncomfortably full. Though strangely, considering his size, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as she expected it to. Sure, it was uncomfortable at first, but the longer he just lay there like that, cuddled up against her back and not moving, it started to feel kind of nice. She could feel every throb and pulse of his cock under her tail as he waited for her to adjust to him being there. Surprisingly, considering he’d taken it without permission, Reynard wasn’t the one to initiate the actual butt fucking. Mirabelle was the first to move, slowly pulling her hips forward just a little and letting out such a lewd groan, even she was surprised that sound had come from her lips. She only moved an inch or two forward, but the rush of sensations was like nothing she’d ever felt before. But it was even better when she pushed back onto the waiting cock behind her, soon she was just rolling her hips back and forth a little, working a couple inches of hard horse cock under her tail at a time. “Fuck” she heard Reynard groan from behind her and the reason became obvious a moment later, when a fresh load of young stud cum flooded her guts. But still, even with another impressive load being spilled deep inside her, the horse’s length remained turgid. Then again, Mirabelle wondered if that wasn’t just because of how tight she was around his cock, not that it mattered. Her fingers between her thighs started to rub her clit a little, matching the pace of her hips rolling back and forth onto his cock. But it proved to be more than enough to make her cum again as well, a short while later. This one however was far more intense than the first couple of climaxes, it left her breathless and almost dizzy. Her entire body ached as if she had just done a couple of hours of intense yoga, but she knew that wasn’t the case. Mirabelle felt completely spent, but also, she felt incredibly satisfied too, more than she had in quite some time. She wished she could lay there like that forever, but it was not to be. The sounds of car doors slamming next door snapped them out of their stupor and Reynard’s ears perked. “Oh shit…I gotta go!” he whimpered and gently withdrew his finally softening length from under the married mutt’s tail, which just made her shudder and groan in response. “Sorry…talk to you soon?” the young stud apologized as he hastily got dressed and made a dash for the front door. Mirabelle was too tired to care, she barely even responded with more than a wave of her hand. She was spent and just let herself drift off to sleep for a short while, with a smile on her face and warm mess leaking from between her thighs and under her tail alike. When she awoke a couple of hours later, there was already a message from Reynard waiting on her phone which brought another smile to her lips. “Today was fucking amazing, thank you! Round 2 when?” he’d asked with a grinning devil face emoji. “Tomorrow, but tonight I’ll give you a show” Mirabelle replied with a winking face emoji. True to her word, after dinner and when she saw Reynard’s bedroom light on, she did not close her curtains after her shower. She could clearly see the young stud sitting beside his window and watching as she dried herself and got ready for bed. He even made a show of stroking himself off to her before he too turned in for the evening. Reynard didn’t have to wait long before Mirabelle sent the next invitation, she would be home all day, so it was up to him when he could join her. Of course, being the horny young man he was, that just led to him calling in sick to work for the day. As soon as his folks left for work, the young horse practically vaulted their shared fence again and knocked on her kitchen door when he spotted Mirabelle pouring her morning coffee. “You’re here early, don’t you have shelves to pack?” she asked with a raised brow. “The only thing I want to pack is this dick into a MILF” he retorted with a broad grin and a suggestive jiggle of the tent in his pants. “Jeezus, I’ve created a monster” she laughed and shook her head at him, before taking a sip of her coffee. “I’m not even fully awake yet…” she tried to say, but Reynard was already all over her, with his hands beneath her bathrobe as he groped at her breasts and his bulge was pressed against her butt from behind. “I’ve got just what you need to wake up then…” he replied with a broad grin before dropping to his knees behind her. Mirabelle felt him lifting her bathrobe up about her waist as he exposed her backside, she expected him to spank or perhaps grope her, but that was not what he did. Instead, Reynard gripped and lifted her tail with one hand, while the other groped and pried her left buttock aside to expose her. It would be the first time in her life that she ever experienced what a rimjob was, but the young stud eagerly teased and toyed at her little dark star with his thick tongue. Before long he had the married mutt groaning and squirming on the spot, enough that she had to put her coffee mug down before she spilled the contents with how much she was moving. “Fuck…okay…just…fuck me already” Mirabelle eventually groaned out and begged. She had planned on playing hard to get, at least a little bit this time. But Reynard was surprisingly good with his tongue, especially considering he was focusing on just her ass too. “Wait…not there…” she quickly said when he stood up behind her and guided his length to her by now, rather slick and eager slit. “So, you've been converted, have you?” Reynard grinned when she reached back and guided his flared tip up under her tail again, before pressing back just a little onto his stiffness. “Maybe? Oh fuck” Mirabelle groaned as his flared tip briefly spread her spit slicked little hole before popping inside, quickly followed by another thick inch. This time she asked for it, she wanted it, even knowing it’d hurt a little at first, but she knew the pleasure that would come soon after. “Maybe? Just a little bit converted…” Reynard laughed as he firmly gripped about her wide waist and slowly began to push more thick, pink pony prick up the married woman’s tail hole. By the time he spilled his first load in her that morning, her coffee would be cold, but she would be feeling extra warm. Mirabelle and Reynard spent most of the morning fucking on various surfaces around the house, even trying to fuck in every room at least once too. By lunch time she was already walking and sitting a little funny after how many times she let the young stud enjoy her delightfully plump married behind. “So, can we keep doing this…I mean, even when your husband gets back?” Reynard asked later in the day, during one of their cooldown periods before another round of fucking. “I’d love to, but it has to be a secret…” Mirabelle replied after thinking on it for a moment. “I still love my husband and family; I’ll never leave them” she continued with a serious expression on her face as she looked over at Reynard. “Fine by me, I don’t want a relationship or anything, you’re just a great fuck” the young stud replied honestly as he raised his hands in surrender. That put her mind at ease, she didn’t want to lead him on and wanted to make sure he understood this was purely a physical thing, which thankfully he did and was happy with. “Good, just making sure we’re on the same page” she laughed and reached over to give his still soft length a playful jiggle. “You’re also a great fuck” the mature mutt repeated as she toyed with his length, then smirked when she felt it begin to twitch and slowly begin to harden again. She decided then and there to try fuck him until he couldn’t get hard again, just to see how good his stamina really was, in her own strange sort of competition with herself. After years of having sex maybe once a week at most, she was thoroughly enjoying the multiple rounds a day, hell, multiple rounds a fucking hour if she was honest. “So…just how much of a secret are we talking here? I mean, I have a couple friends who’re really good at keeping secrets too…” Reynard asked next with a knowing grin at the married canine.