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An Unexpected Treat
My name is Paul and a while ago my wife Jane and I bought a small cottage in a northern seaside town as a holiday home. She took charge of the decor and I provided the money. I should explain that we’re both in our seventies and have a larger house about an hour’s drive away.
The cottage was at the end of a terrace of houses and Jane, who is very chatty, soon got to know our neighbours. Next door was a widow called Ann who had lived in the town all her life. Her husband Bert had been the local librarian and she knew everybody and everything about the town. She was a few years older than us but had mostly kept her figure and her looks. She was still active, happy to walk into the town for her shopping while going on the bus to walk round the shops of the bigger towns nearby. She also met with her friends every week at an over 50s social club held at the local leisure centre. Ann had worked as a cook and was always giving us scones and cakes that she had just baked. She and Jane became good friends in pretty short order and spent a lot of time with each other. Although I was a nodding acquaintance only, Ann had confided in Jane that I seemed to be a very nice man which is what most of my wife’s friends say about me. Talk about damned with faint praise!
Anyway a few weeks ago Jane was going to the USA to visit her son from a previous marriage and her new grand daughter. She reminded me to go up to the cottage to do a couple of little household jobs while she was away and to be sure to call in on Ann while up there.
The day I arrived, after I had unpacked, I knocked on Ann’s door and told her that Jane had asked me to pay my respects. She invited me in for a cup of tea and a scone. I hadn’t been in her house before and was struck by the number of photographs on the walls. I asked her about them and she explained that her husband had been a keen photographer and had even assembled some books about the town using old postcards. One of the photos was obviously of Ann and Bert’s wedding and I was struck by how pretty she was and what a great figure she had. I remarked on this and she laughed and said something like ‘look how much I’ve changed’.
We chatted on about this and that and I returned to the subject of Bert’s photography asking what his favourite subjects were. She pointed to the pictures on the walls and indicated that landscape and architectural images were his first love. She sat back and a smile came over her face and said “Of course he liked to take pictures of me as well”. I asked why there were none of these on the walls and she blushed a little. “The pictures he took were a bit racy so I can’t put them on display”. I was intrigued but, not wishing to embarrass her, I asked if she had any that she would be happy to show me expecting something like Ann in her undies or nightdress might be the sort of thing she meant by racy.
She thought for a moment and said “I’ll see if I can find a couple”. She disappeared upstairs and there was the sound of drawers being opened and boxes being searched. After a while she returned with folder containing a few black and white photos. She opened the folder without letting me see the contents and sorted through the images. “Here” she said “this is one taken on our honeymoon”. It was pretty much as I expected showing Ann in a bedroom wearing a thin silk dressing gown. She was certainly a looker and Bert’s skills emphasised this making her very look sexy. I commented as much and she laughed and handed me another photo which had clearly been taken only a short while after the first. What shook me was that her dressing gown had been pulled off her shoulders and showed the firm pert naked breasts of the young Ann who had a come hither look on her face. I gasped that she was really beautiful. “Bert always said that he took these so he could remember what a fine woman he had married”. The next photo revealed a fully nude Ann coyly trying to hide her bush. “By the way Bert took all his own clothes off before shooting these pictures so that I would be aroused and he could make love to me as soon as he had finished. He was always very keen on sex and he taught me to enjoy it as much as he did. Remember I was only just married and had never seen a naked man before so it all came as a bit of a shock - a very delightful shock of course.”
“When were these pictures taken?” I asked. “Believe it or not it was our wedding night before we went to bed. Bert wanted to capture me as a pure virgin which always seemed rather romantic to me. There’s one more picture in this set” she said handing it over to me. This time there was the naked Bert with his arms around his bride, cupping one of her breasts in his right hand. Ann was holding his stiff cock which was huge, at least 8 inches, and both were looking supremely happy.
All this was also a delightful shock to me as well, I would never be able to look at Ann again without these images coming to mind.
I handed back the photos and told her she was very lucky to have this unique set of “wedding photographs” as a reminder of her special day and the special man who had taken them. She smiled and thanked me for my kind words. I think I saw a small tear in her eye as she put them away.
I finished my cup of tea, thanked her for the chat and prepared to leave. She smiled and said it was nothing and that she had enjoyed sharing her story with a nice man like me.
As I left I bent to kiss her on the cheek but she instead insisted on kissing me full on the lips and poked her tongue into my mouth. I automatically responded and felt her grab at my crotch and give my cock a friendly squeeze so I squeezed one of her generous but surprisingly firm breasts to acknowledge that I had enjoyed it. She winked at me as I went back into my cottage.
I finished off a few more little jobs then prepared my evening meal. I watched TV for a while and went to bed. As I lay there my mind replayed the conversation with Ann and the remarkable photos she had shown me. I fell asleep holding my cock and dreaming of fucking the young Ann.
The following day I went to the local supermarket to stock up on food. As I was unloading my shopping Ann came to the door of her house and called out to me. I went over and she told me that she had enjoyed our conversation very much the previous day and so she had searched for some more photos that might interest me. She had found a few and if I would like to come round about 8 o’clock she would go through them with me. Given what I had seen earlier I agreed immediately.
At 8 o’clock I went round and knocked on her door. “Come on in, it’s unlocked” she called. I stepped into the hallway, “Lock it behind you please Paul” which I did. I thought this a little odd and went into the lounge but Ann was nowhere to be seen. The room was very warm and the blinds had been closed and then Ann stepped out of the kitchen wearing a long silk negligee over some very sexy lacy underwear. I drew a deep breath and realised that the old photographs had stirred up more than a few memories for Ann and that her kiss when I left had been testing the waters.
She grinned “I hope you like what you see. Come and sit here on the sofa. I have some more pictures for you to look at”. We sat down close to each other and she opened an old album on the coffee table in front of us. I glanced at the first pic and realised that it showed a more mature Ann, perhaps in her late thirties, as her figure had filled out and she was much more curvy than on her wedding day. However the big shock was that there was a naked man in the picture and she had his cock in her mouth. It was also clear that she had shaved her pussy and that her large clitoris showed peeping out between her labia. As I leafed through more of the album the photos became more and more explicit and I realised that Bert had used Ann to create his own personal pornography. The album even included a sequence featuring Ann with a couple of women and it finished with a great group sex session.
While I was looking at these photos Ann's negligee fell open revealing her breasts nestling in what I noticed was a front fastening bra. Her hand rested on my crotch and gently massaged my cock through the fabric of my trousers She reached for my belt and I helped her to strip me naked below the waist. She greedily reached for my cock and took it into her mouth as it responded by stiffening and growing. I relaxed to allow this ravenous sex bomb of a granny to enjoy herself.
After a while I decided that I wanted to see more of her and pulled her off my cock to give her a deep kiss tasting my own precum on her lips. I undid the clasp at the front of her bra allowing her splendid full breasts to sag against her chest, I kissed and nuzzled each breast and each large nipple while she shrugged out of her negligee and tossed her bra to the floor. We both stood up and I removed my shirt while she pulled off her panties. We were both now naked and I stood back so I could fully appreciate her. I had expected to find that her pussy was covered with some sparse pubic hairs but it was as smooth as smooth can be. I caressed it gently with my hand. “I shaved it after you left as I love having a soft bald cunt and I knew you’d like it.”
Needless to say my hand explored further pressing against her clitoris then seeking her fuck hole, She was soaking wet and my middle finger slid easily into her seeking her g-spot. Ann responded by wriggling her hips to let me know she was aroused. I pushed a second and a third finger into her pussy and she whispered that she really liked being fisted. She had placed a tube of lube on a small table next to the sofa so I used it liberally on my hand and lower arm. She lay back on the sofa and I gradually worked my hand then my wrist up her love tube. I couldn’t believe how much she could take but she was loving every inch. I withdrew my hand slowly and then moved my head down to work her clitoris with my tongue and teeth. This brought her close to a climax but I sensed that she wasn’t ready just yet. She grabbed my cock and began to wank it steadily and firmly until it was ready to burst. “Fuck me, fuck me Paul. Now!!!” I pushed my cock into her cunt and after only a few strokes we both came and laid back exhausted.
At our advanced age this is the usual result after any sort of sex so we cuddled each other for a long time and dozed a little. Later on Ann said “Paul, would you please spend the night with me. It’s been so long since I had a nice warm body to cuddle up to”. “That sounds like a perfect end to this day to me but I have to warn you that I snore quite loudly”. “That’s OK. I can remove my deaf aids” she laughed.
We went to bed after a nice warm drink and both fell asleep almost at once. During the night we both woke to answer calls of nature and it was lovely to get back into bed and find a welcoming hand to caress a cock or a breast. In the morning I got up and made a drink for us and when I got back to the bedroom she was sitting up showing off her gorgeous breasts. I kissed each one as I got back into bed and we shyly drank our coffees smiling as we remembered what had happened last night. I turned to Ann and told her how much I liked her and that I’d very much like to continue this relationship. “But what about Jane?” asked Ann. I laughed and told her that Jane and I had met as swingers and so we had no hangups about sharing each other and that Jane had told me she found you very attractive herself. Ann assured me that she had had a few lesbian experiences and really enjoyed them. I pointed out that Jane’s breasts were a sight to behold and that she could lose herself in them. To celebrate we started to make love again although the previous night’s exertions meant that neither of us had the energy to come. But it was still wonderful!
My name is Paul and a while ago my wife Jane and I bought a small cottage in a northern seaside town as a holiday home. She took charge of the decor and I provided the money. I should explain that we’re both in our seventies and have a larger house about an hour’s drive away.
The cottage was at the end of a terrace of houses and Jane, who is very chatty, soon got to know our neighbours. Next door was a widow called Ann who had lived in the town all her life. Her husband Bert had been the local librarian and she knew everybody and everything about the town. She was a few years older than us but had mostly kept her figure and her looks. She was still active, happy to walk into the town for her shopping while going on the bus to walk round the shops of the bigger towns nearby. She also met with her friends every week at an over 50s social club held at the local leisure centre. Ann had worked as a cook and was always giving us scones and cakes that she had just baked. She and Jane became good friends in pretty short order and spent a lot of time with each other. Although I was a nodding acquaintance only, Ann had confided in Jane that I seemed to be a very nice man which is what most of my wife’s friends say about me. Talk about damned with faint praise!
Anyway a few weeks ago Jane was going to the USA to visit her son from a previous marriage and her new grand daughter. She reminded me to go up to the cottage to do a couple of little household jobs while she was away and to be sure to call in on Ann while up there.
The day I arrived, after I had unpacked, I knocked on Ann’s door and told her that Jane had asked me to pay my respects. She invited me in for a cup of tea and a scone. I hadn’t been in her house before and was struck by the number of photographs on the walls. I asked her about them and she explained that her husband had been a keen photographer and had even assembled some books about the town using old postcards. One of the photos was obviously of Ann and Bert’s wedding and I was struck by how pretty she was and what a great figure she had. I remarked on this and she laughed and said something like ‘look how much I’ve changed’.
We chatted on about this and that and I returned to the subject of Bert’s photography asking what his favourite subjects were. She pointed to the pictures on the walls and indicated that landscape and architectural images were his first love. She sat back and a smile came over her face and said “Of course he liked to take pictures of me as well”. I asked why there were none of these on the walls and she blushed a little. “The pictures he took were a bit racy so I can’t put them on display”. I was intrigued but, not wishing to embarrass her, I asked if she had any that she would be happy to show me expecting something like Ann in her undies or nightdress might be the sort of thing she meant by racy.
She thought for a moment and said “I’ll see if I can find a couple”. She disappeared upstairs and there was the sound of drawers being opened and boxes being searched. After a while she returned with folder containing a few black and white photos. She opened the folder without letting me see the contents and sorted through the images. “Here” she said “this is one taken on our honeymoon”. It was pretty much as I expected showing Ann in a bedroom wearing a thin silk dressing gown. She was certainly a looker and Bert’s skills emphasised this making her very look sexy. I commented as much and she laughed and handed me another photo which had clearly been taken only a short while after the first. What shook me was that her dressing gown had been pulled off her shoulders and showed the firm pert naked breasts of the young Ann who had a come hither look on her face. I gasped that she was really beautiful. “Bert always said that he took these so he could remember what a fine woman he had married”. The next photo revealed a fully nude Ann coyly trying to hide her bush. “By the way Bert took all his own clothes off before shooting these pictures so that I would be aroused and he could make love to me as soon as he had finished. He was always very keen on sex and he taught me to enjoy it as much as he did. Remember I was only just married and had never seen a naked man before so it all came as a bit of a shock - a very delightful shock of course.”
“When were these pictures taken?” I asked. “Believe it or not it was our wedding night before we went to bed. Bert wanted to capture me as a pure virgin which always seemed rather romantic to me. There’s one more picture in this set” she said handing it over to me. This time there was the naked Bert with his arms around his bride, cupping one of her breasts in his right hand. Ann was holding his stiff cock which was huge, at least 8 inches, and both were looking supremely happy.
All this was also a delightful shock to me as well, I would never be able to look at Ann again without these images coming to mind.
I handed back the photos and told her she was very lucky to have this unique set of “wedding photographs” as a reminder of her special day and the special man who had taken them. She smiled and thanked me for my kind words. I think I saw a small tear in her eye as she put them away.
I finished my cup of tea, thanked her for the chat and prepared to leave. She smiled and said it was nothing and that she had enjoyed sharing her story with a nice man like me.
As I left I bent to kiss her on the cheek but she instead insisted on kissing me full on the lips and poked her tongue into my mouth. I automatically responded and felt her grab at my crotch and give my cock a friendly squeeze so I squeezed one of her generous but surprisingly firm breasts to acknowledge that I had enjoyed it. She winked at me as I went back into my cottage.
I finished off a few more little jobs then prepared my evening meal. I watched TV for a while and went to bed. As I lay there my mind replayed the conversation with Ann and the remarkable photos she had shown me. I fell asleep holding my cock and dreaming of fucking the young Ann.
The following day I went to the local supermarket to stock up on food. As I was unloading my shopping Ann came to the door of her house and called out to me. I went over and she told me that she had enjoyed our conversation very much the previous day and so she had searched for some more photos that might interest me. She had found a few and if I would like to come round about 8 o’clock she would go through them with me. Given what I had seen earlier I agreed immediately.
At 8 o’clock I went round and knocked on her door. “Come on in, it’s unlocked” she called. I stepped into the hallway, “Lock it behind you please Paul” which I did. I thought this a little odd and went into the lounge but Ann was nowhere to be seen. The room was very warm and the blinds had been closed and then Ann stepped out of the kitchen wearing a long silk negligee over some very sexy lacy underwear. I drew a deep breath and realised that the old photographs had stirred up more than a few memories for Ann and that her kiss when I left had been testing the waters.
She grinned “I hope you like what you see. Come and sit here on the sofa. I have some more pictures for you to look at”. We sat down close to each other and she opened an old album on the coffee table in front of us. I glanced at the first pic and realised that it showed a more mature Ann, perhaps in her late thirties, as her figure had filled out and she was much more curvy than on her wedding day. However the big shock was that there was a naked man in the picture and she had his cock in her mouth. It was also clear that she had shaved her pussy and that her large clitoris showed peeping out between her labia. As I leafed through more of the album the photos became more and more explicit and I realised that Bert had used Ann to create his own personal pornography. The album even included a sequence featuring Ann with a couple of women and it finished with a great group sex session.
While I was looking at these photos Ann's negligee fell open revealing her breasts nestling in what I noticed was a front fastening bra. Her hand rested on my crotch and gently massaged my cock through the fabric of my trousers She reached for my belt and I helped her to strip me naked below the waist. She greedily reached for my cock and took it into her mouth as it responded by stiffening and growing. I relaxed to allow this ravenous sex bomb of a granny to enjoy herself.
After a while I decided that I wanted to see more of her and pulled her off my cock to give her a deep kiss tasting my own precum on her lips. I undid the clasp at the front of her bra allowing her splendid full breasts to sag against her chest, I kissed and nuzzled each breast and each large nipple while she shrugged out of her negligee and tossed her bra to the floor. We both stood up and I removed my shirt while she pulled off her panties. We were both now naked and I stood back so I could fully appreciate her. I had expected to find that her pussy was covered with some sparse pubic hairs but it was as smooth as smooth can be. I caressed it gently with my hand. “I shaved it after you left as I love having a soft bald cunt and I knew you’d like it.”
Needless to say my hand explored further pressing against her clitoris then seeking her fuck hole, She was soaking wet and my middle finger slid easily into her seeking her g-spot. Ann responded by wriggling her hips to let me know she was aroused. I pushed a second and a third finger into her pussy and she whispered that she really liked being fisted. She had placed a tube of lube on a small table next to the sofa so I used it liberally on my hand and lower arm. She lay back on the sofa and I gradually worked my hand then my wrist up her love tube. I couldn’t believe how much she could take but she was loving every inch. I withdrew my hand slowly and then moved my head down to work her clitoris with my tongue and teeth. This brought her close to a climax but I sensed that she wasn’t ready just yet. She grabbed my cock and began to wank it steadily and firmly until it was ready to burst. “Fuck me, fuck me Paul. Now!!!” I pushed my cock into her cunt and after only a few strokes we both came and laid back exhausted.
At our advanced age this is the usual result after any sort of sex so we cuddled each other for a long time and dozed a little. Later on Ann said “Paul, would you please spend the night with me. It’s been so long since I had a nice warm body to cuddle up to”. “That sounds like a perfect end to this day to me but I have to warn you that I snore quite loudly”. “That’s OK. I can remove my deaf aids” she laughed.
We went to bed after a nice warm drink and both fell asleep almost at once. During the night we both woke to answer calls of nature and it was lovely to get back into bed and find a welcoming hand to caress a cock or a breast. In the morning I got up and made a drink for us and when I got back to the bedroom she was sitting up showing off her gorgeous breasts. I kissed each one as I got back into bed and we shyly drank our coffees smiling as we remembered what had happened last night. I turned to Ann and told her how much I liked her and that I’d very much like to continue this relationship. “But what about Jane?” asked Ann. I laughed and told her that Jane and I had met as swingers and so we had no hangups about sharing each other and that Jane had told me she found you very attractive herself. Ann assured me that she had had a few lesbian experiences and really enjoyed them. I pointed out that Jane’s breasts were a sight to behold and that she could lose herself in them. To celebrate we started to make love again although the previous night’s exertions meant that neither of us had the energy to come. But it was still wonderful!
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