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REKINDLED
Chapter One
I turn the shower on and slowly removed my robe before stepping in and closing the glass door. The hot water felt like a thousand tiny fingers as it pelted my body. It was one of the features I truly loved about our home.
But before I get too far into this story I should tell you about myself.
My name is Joy. I turned seventy two months ago. One year ago I decided I needed to lose some weight and get into better shape. I stand about five foot four and before starting a workout routine I weighed close to one hundred and eighty pounds. Now I am down to about one hundred and sixty and still losing. One year ago I could barely walk down the block and gardening was pure pain on my knees. I’m now walking two miles every other day and my garden looks beautiful. My knees no longer bother me when I get down on them. I was born with black hair and now I have several streaks of gray showing. I consider the gray hair a badge of honor. My breasts are b-cup, about the size of an orange. At times I envy women whose breasts are two or three times the size of mine but at least I still have them. I’ve been married to Richard for over fifty years and lately I’ve been feeling like I’m missing out on something.
Richard is fanatical about fishing. Fifteen years ago when we moved into our new home he met Clark who lived across the street and the rest is history. Most weekends are spent on some lake somewhere and this weekend was no exception. The last five years have been really tough on me. It seems I had developed a stronger than normal desire for sex but Richard’s had lost interest and this morning when I awoke I had an urge that needed to be scratched badly.
So here I stood in the shower, lost in my make believe world. Richard was outside loading his fishing gear into Clark’s truck and boat. I reached up and removed the hand wand from its holder and pushed the button for massage. Starting at the back of my neck I closed my eyes and let the water do its magic. My left hand was free and I cupped my left breast and then began pinching and pulling on the nipple. I brought the water wand around and directed it on my right breast. Tiny bolts of lightning tingled through my body down to between my legs.
I moved my left hand down to my vagina and lightly rubbed two fingers over my enlarging clitoris. A soft moan escaped from my lips and I slowly slid my fingers into my vagina. At first I just held them there and then an image of a handsome man came to me and as I slowly moved my fingers in and out I imaged I was feeling his hard, strong manhood slowly fucking me.
Richard’s voice startled me back to reality as I heard him say loudly;
“Honey Clark and I are leaving. We should be back on Monday if all goes well. I love you and enjoy your weekends.”
At first I was mortified. I thought for sure Richard had caught me masturbating but if he did he didn’t show any interest in what I was doing.
“Ok honey! I will see you Monday, have fun and be careful.” I answered back as I quickly replaced the water wand in its holder.
I stayed in the shower for other ten or fifteen minutes, until the water began to turn cold. I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my wet hair. I pulled the second towel off the rack and slowly dried myself off. My shower fantasy seemed long ago but I still had an itch between my legs and my nipples were erect.
“I need a strong cup of coffee.” I said out loud as I wrapped the second towel around my body.
I made my way into the kitchen only to discover that Richard had emptied the whole pot.
“Just my luck” I said as I prepared another pot. “That man has become totally self-centered.”
I was speaking about the coffee but I really was thinking about my sex life. It would be a few minutes before the coffee was ready and I wandered into the living room. I stopped in front of our large picture window and looked out. Directly across from our house was our new neighbor, Mark. He had moved in about seven months ago. Richard had met him and told me all that he’d learn. Mark was a retired Deputy Sheriff and was divorced. At one time he was an avid fishing and hunting fanatic but had given it up. I had only spoken with him two or three times and that was just to say hello in passing.
To my left next to Mark lived Clark and his wife Patty. Patty and I had become good friends. We had no choice due to our husbands being fishing addicts. I did enjoy hanging out and talking with her. She had dirt on everyone in the neighborhood and she liked sharing it with me. In fact, most of my sexual fantasies were based on all her gossip.
As I stood looking out my window Mark’s door open and he stepped out with a cup in his hand. He was wearing light colored shorts and a t-shirt. His blond hair glistened from the sunshine. Richard had told me he was only fifty seven years old and from my brief encounters with him I guessed he was about two inches shorter than Richard.
“I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers.” I spoke out loud to myself and then giggled at my own joke as I watched him.
It appeared Mark was staring into my window but I thought to myself, “He can’t see me with the sun in his eyes.”
I felt safe but that itch between my legs began acting up again only stronger. As Mark took a drink from the cup he was holding I slowly undid the towel around my body and let it fall to the floor. If he could see me he did react to my actions. I stood there with only the towel on my head. I watched for any indication he could see me. He only swiveled his head left and then right while taking another drink from his cup. Thinking that I was safe I grasped both my breasts with my hands and spread my legs and bent forward. I was beginning to feel really naughty and turned my butt to him. Releasing my breasts I took hold of both my ass cheeks and spread them as far as possible while looking back over my shoulder. Mark never moved but I did see movement and I suddenly realized Patty was walking up to his porch. At the same time the coffee pot beeped loudly to inform me it was done brewing coffee. I became startled and panic at the same time. I jumped sideways away from the window. Even though I was alone I tore the towel from my head and wrapped it around my body as if I had been discovered. For several minutes I stood there catching my breath. My chest heaved and my heart felt like it was going to jump from my chest.
After my breathing had returned to normal I quickly glanced from the corner of the window and saw Mark and Patty were no longer there. Feeling somewhat relived I picked up the towel from the floor and made my way back to the kitchen.
For the next thirty minutes I sat at the table alone and drank three cups of coffee. I was feeling sorry for myself. I was an old lady and my sex life had come to an end. In the last two months I could count the number of times I had sex on one hand. I wanted to be ravished and have mind blowing orgasms.
“Damn it! I’m old not dead! I need to get laid.” I said out loud and I formed a plan in my mind.
Mark was divorced and appeared to be in great shape. He was going to be my prey and help we relieve the sexually frustrations I was having.
I left the kitchen and entered my bedroom. In record time I had dressed, fixed my hair, applied makeup, lipstick and perfume. The clothes I had chosen were simple, a loose pair of yellow shorts and a white t-shirt. I didn’t bother with a bra or panties. They would just be in the way of my diabolical plan.
I now stood at my front door with my left hand on the knob, my right hand held a glass measuring cup. I felt the butterflies in my stomach and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I glanced down and was surprised to see my nipples trying to poke through my t-shirt, even more surprising was the moisture I felt between my legs as I opened the door and walked up to Mark’s front door. I took a deep breath and pushed the doorbell. It played a short tune and I waited for what seemed like ten minutes. I pushed the doorbell a second time and halfway through the tune the door opened and I was face to face with Mark. His shorts and t-shirt were gone and in their place he had on a white terry cloth robe that was tied closed.
For a brief moment I thought I would panic and freeze but I somehow managed to hold out the glass measuring cup and in a soft voice I said: “Hello Mark, I was hoping I could borrow a cup or two of sugar from you?”
“Wow Joy you look and smell great! Sure come on in and let’s see if I have what you need.” Mark said as he stepped aside and allowed me to enter his house.
“I haven’t seen you for some time. What’s Richard up to? And how are you doing?” Mark as me as he led me into his kitchen.
“Richard’s gone for the weekend fishing again and like usually I’m doing without.” I replied.
“Did I just say that?” I thought to myself. As I followed Mark I could help but wonder if he was naked under his robe and once again I was aware of the moisture between my legs. I stopped at the center island while Mark went around it and brought out a container from his cupboard. He turned and faced me while setting it on the island. Very casually he ran his eyes up and down my body. I felt as if he was undressing me right there. I was trying to come up with something to say when he asked: “Let’s see what are you needing, one or two cups of sugar or seven inches?”
I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly and I replied: “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Mark came around the island within inches of me. I was sure he could hear my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes met mine and he placed his hands on my shoulders and asked again: “Do you really want one or two cups of sugar or seven inches?”
My mouth moved but no words came out. In my mind I knew it was too late to turn back. I just stared into his blue eyes and then watched as he untied his robe so it would fall open. My gaze moved downward and I saw it.
Richard and I had dabbled in the swinging lifestyle back in the early to mid-seventies. This was the third cock I’d seen other then my husbands. Richards cock may have been a bit longer but Mark’s cock was twice as thick. The head of it was a purplish color and it twitched as I stared at it. As if by magic I watched a large drop of liquid slowly form at the tip. I enjoyed receiving oral sex but was not real keen on giving it. But seeing Mark’s cock and drop the of juice at the tip was driving me crazy. I wanted to get down on my knees and worship it with my mouth but Mark had other plans.
“It’s ok Joy. Just relax and allow me to do the work. I could smell the wanton desire when you walked in.” He said as he pulled my t-shirt up and over my head.
The next thing I know is Mark has taken one of my nipples into his mouth. One of his hands has slipped easily past the loose waistband of my shorts and found my engorged clit. I throw my head back, close my eyes and thrust my hips forward trying to force his fingers into my vagina. Mark won’t allow it to happen and just as quickly as my shirt, Mark is on his knees and pulling my shorts down. As my shorts reach the floor I step out of them. Except for the slip on walking shoes I am totally naked. I feel his breath on my vagina right before I feel him plunge his tongue into it. I grab his head with both hands and moan loudly. Mark is making slurping sounds as his tongue works in and around my vagina and I know if he does it for a couple more minutes I will have an orgasm.
Somehow Mark must have known that also. He stopped his tongue action and stood up while pulling me into his body. As our lips meet I am acutely aware of his hard cock sandwiched between us. It has been years since I have tasted my own love juices on a man’s lips. Richard no longer seemed interesting in it.
“I think this will qualify as a party. Joy would you like to go into my bedroom and be completely satisfied?” Mark as he pulled on one of my nipples.
“I’m ready for anything. I’ll be your slut as long as you give me orgasms.” I replied.
Mark took my hand and led me toward his bedroom and as we began to enter he turned back and looked at me and said. ”Joy I hope you have an open mind. Look who was at my door Patty.”
I had made two steps into the bedroom and froze. Lying on the bed was my best friend. Not only that. She was naked with one hand pulling on her nipple and the other holding a large vibrator in the other. Patty had her knees up and spread wide. Her eyes were closed and she was ramming the vibrator into her vagina. Patty opened her eyes and we stared at each other as her orgasm hit. If it hadn’t have been for the vibrator and her hand being in the way I’m sure her juices would have hit Mark and I. With a little tug from Mark my feet began to move again and I followed him to the edge of the bed.
“Lie down and relax Joy while I explain the rules to you.” Mark said with a grin on his face.
Chapter One
I turn the shower on and slowly removed my robe before stepping in and closing the glass door. The hot water felt like a thousand tiny fingers as it pelted my body. It was one of the features I truly loved about our home.
But before I get too far into this story I should tell you about myself.
My name is Joy. I turned seventy two months ago. One year ago I decided I needed to lose some weight and get into better shape. I stand about five foot four and before starting a workout routine I weighed close to one hundred and eighty pounds. Now I am down to about one hundred and sixty and still losing. One year ago I could barely walk down the block and gardening was pure pain on my knees. I’m now walking two miles every other day and my garden looks beautiful. My knees no longer bother me when I get down on them. I was born with black hair and now I have several streaks of gray showing. I consider the gray hair a badge of honor. My breasts are b-cup, about the size of an orange. At times I envy women whose breasts are two or three times the size of mine but at least I still have them. I’ve been married to Richard for over fifty years and lately I’ve been feeling like I’m missing out on something.
Richard is fanatical about fishing. Fifteen years ago when we moved into our new home he met Clark who lived across the street and the rest is history. Most weekends are spent on some lake somewhere and this weekend was no exception. The last five years have been really tough on me. It seems I had developed a stronger than normal desire for sex but Richard’s had lost interest and this morning when I awoke I had an urge that needed to be scratched badly.
So here I stood in the shower, lost in my make believe world. Richard was outside loading his fishing gear into Clark’s truck and boat. I reached up and removed the hand wand from its holder and pushed the button for massage. Starting at the back of my neck I closed my eyes and let the water do its magic. My left hand was free and I cupped my left breast and then began pinching and pulling on the nipple. I brought the water wand around and directed it on my right breast. Tiny bolts of lightning tingled through my body down to between my legs.
I moved my left hand down to my vagina and lightly rubbed two fingers over my enlarging clitoris. A soft moan escaped from my lips and I slowly slid my fingers into my vagina. At first I just held them there and then an image of a handsome man came to me and as I slowly moved my fingers in and out I imaged I was feeling his hard, strong manhood slowly fucking me.
Richard’s voice startled me back to reality as I heard him say loudly;
“Honey Clark and I are leaving. We should be back on Monday if all goes well. I love you and enjoy your weekends.”
At first I was mortified. I thought for sure Richard had caught me masturbating but if he did he didn’t show any interest in what I was doing.
“Ok honey! I will see you Monday, have fun and be careful.” I answered back as I quickly replaced the water wand in its holder.
I stayed in the shower for other ten or fifteen minutes, until the water began to turn cold. I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my wet hair. I pulled the second towel off the rack and slowly dried myself off. My shower fantasy seemed long ago but I still had an itch between my legs and my nipples were erect.
“I need a strong cup of coffee.” I said out loud as I wrapped the second towel around my body.
I made my way into the kitchen only to discover that Richard had emptied the whole pot.
“Just my luck” I said as I prepared another pot. “That man has become totally self-centered.”
I was speaking about the coffee but I really was thinking about my sex life. It would be a few minutes before the coffee was ready and I wandered into the living room. I stopped in front of our large picture window and looked out. Directly across from our house was our new neighbor, Mark. He had moved in about seven months ago. Richard had met him and told me all that he’d learn. Mark was a retired Deputy Sheriff and was divorced. At one time he was an avid fishing and hunting fanatic but had given it up. I had only spoken with him two or three times and that was just to say hello in passing.
To my left next to Mark lived Clark and his wife Patty. Patty and I had become good friends. We had no choice due to our husbands being fishing addicts. I did enjoy hanging out and talking with her. She had dirt on everyone in the neighborhood and she liked sharing it with me. In fact, most of my sexual fantasies were based on all her gossip.
As I stood looking out my window Mark’s door open and he stepped out with a cup in his hand. He was wearing light colored shorts and a t-shirt. His blond hair glistened from the sunshine. Richard had told me he was only fifty seven years old and from my brief encounters with him I guessed he was about two inches shorter than Richard.
“I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers.” I spoke out loud to myself and then giggled at my own joke as I watched him.
It appeared Mark was staring into my window but I thought to myself, “He can’t see me with the sun in his eyes.”
I felt safe but that itch between my legs began acting up again only stronger. As Mark took a drink from the cup he was holding I slowly undid the towel around my body and let it fall to the floor. If he could see me he did react to my actions. I stood there with only the towel on my head. I watched for any indication he could see me. He only swiveled his head left and then right while taking another drink from his cup. Thinking that I was safe I grasped both my breasts with my hands and spread my legs and bent forward. I was beginning to feel really naughty and turned my butt to him. Releasing my breasts I took hold of both my ass cheeks and spread them as far as possible while looking back over my shoulder. Mark never moved but I did see movement and I suddenly realized Patty was walking up to his porch. At the same time the coffee pot beeped loudly to inform me it was done brewing coffee. I became startled and panic at the same time. I jumped sideways away from the window. Even though I was alone I tore the towel from my head and wrapped it around my body as if I had been discovered. For several minutes I stood there catching my breath. My chest heaved and my heart felt like it was going to jump from my chest.
After my breathing had returned to normal I quickly glanced from the corner of the window and saw Mark and Patty were no longer there. Feeling somewhat relived I picked up the towel from the floor and made my way back to the kitchen.
For the next thirty minutes I sat at the table alone and drank three cups of coffee. I was feeling sorry for myself. I was an old lady and my sex life had come to an end. In the last two months I could count the number of times I had sex on one hand. I wanted to be ravished and have mind blowing orgasms.
“Damn it! I’m old not dead! I need to get laid.” I said out loud and I formed a plan in my mind.
Mark was divorced and appeared to be in great shape. He was going to be my prey and help we relieve the sexually frustrations I was having.
I left the kitchen and entered my bedroom. In record time I had dressed, fixed my hair, applied makeup, lipstick and perfume. The clothes I had chosen were simple, a loose pair of yellow shorts and a white t-shirt. I didn’t bother with a bra or panties. They would just be in the way of my diabolical plan.
I now stood at my front door with my left hand on the knob, my right hand held a glass measuring cup. I felt the butterflies in my stomach and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I glanced down and was surprised to see my nipples trying to poke through my t-shirt, even more surprising was the moisture I felt between my legs as I opened the door and walked up to Mark’s front door. I took a deep breath and pushed the doorbell. It played a short tune and I waited for what seemed like ten minutes. I pushed the doorbell a second time and halfway through the tune the door opened and I was face to face with Mark. His shorts and t-shirt were gone and in their place he had on a white terry cloth robe that was tied closed.
For a brief moment I thought I would panic and freeze but I somehow managed to hold out the glass measuring cup and in a soft voice I said: “Hello Mark, I was hoping I could borrow a cup or two of sugar from you?”
“Wow Joy you look and smell great! Sure come on in and let’s see if I have what you need.” Mark said as he stepped aside and allowed me to enter his house.
“I haven’t seen you for some time. What’s Richard up to? And how are you doing?” Mark as me as he led me into his kitchen.
“Richard’s gone for the weekend fishing again and like usually I’m doing without.” I replied.
“Did I just say that?” I thought to myself. As I followed Mark I could help but wonder if he was naked under his robe and once again I was aware of the moisture between my legs. I stopped at the center island while Mark went around it and brought out a container from his cupboard. He turned and faced me while setting it on the island. Very casually he ran his eyes up and down my body. I felt as if he was undressing me right there. I was trying to come up with something to say when he asked: “Let’s see what are you needing, one or two cups of sugar or seven inches?”
I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly and I replied: “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Mark came around the island within inches of me. I was sure he could hear my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes met mine and he placed his hands on my shoulders and asked again: “Do you really want one or two cups of sugar or seven inches?”
My mouth moved but no words came out. In my mind I knew it was too late to turn back. I just stared into his blue eyes and then watched as he untied his robe so it would fall open. My gaze moved downward and I saw it.
Richard and I had dabbled in the swinging lifestyle back in the early to mid-seventies. This was the third cock I’d seen other then my husbands. Richards cock may have been a bit longer but Mark’s cock was twice as thick. The head of it was a purplish color and it twitched as I stared at it. As if by magic I watched a large drop of liquid slowly form at the tip. I enjoyed receiving oral sex but was not real keen on giving it. But seeing Mark’s cock and drop the of juice at the tip was driving me crazy. I wanted to get down on my knees and worship it with my mouth but Mark had other plans.
“It’s ok Joy. Just relax and allow me to do the work. I could smell the wanton desire when you walked in.” He said as he pulled my t-shirt up and over my head.
The next thing I know is Mark has taken one of my nipples into his mouth. One of his hands has slipped easily past the loose waistband of my shorts and found my engorged clit. I throw my head back, close my eyes and thrust my hips forward trying to force his fingers into my vagina. Mark won’t allow it to happen and just as quickly as my shirt, Mark is on his knees and pulling my shorts down. As my shorts reach the floor I step out of them. Except for the slip on walking shoes I am totally naked. I feel his breath on my vagina right before I feel him plunge his tongue into it. I grab his head with both hands and moan loudly. Mark is making slurping sounds as his tongue works in and around my vagina and I know if he does it for a couple more minutes I will have an orgasm.
Somehow Mark must have known that also. He stopped his tongue action and stood up while pulling me into his body. As our lips meet I am acutely aware of his hard cock sandwiched between us. It has been years since I have tasted my own love juices on a man’s lips. Richard no longer seemed interesting in it.
“I think this will qualify as a party. Joy would you like to go into my bedroom and be completely satisfied?” Mark as he pulled on one of my nipples.
“I’m ready for anything. I’ll be your slut as long as you give me orgasms.” I replied.
Mark took my hand and led me toward his bedroom and as we began to enter he turned back and looked at me and said. ”Joy I hope you have an open mind. Look who was at my door Patty.”
I had made two steps into the bedroom and froze. Lying on the bed was my best friend. Not only that. She was naked with one hand pulling on her nipple and the other holding a large vibrator in the other. Patty had her knees up and spread wide. Her eyes were closed and she was ramming the vibrator into her vagina. Patty opened her eyes and we stared at each other as her orgasm hit. If it hadn’t have been for the vibrator and her hand being in the way I’m sure her juices would have hit Mark and I. With a little tug from Mark my feet began to move again and I followed him to the edge of the bed.
“Lie down and relax Joy while I explain the rules to you.” Mark said with a grin on his face.
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