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We stand by the window looking out to the road, where the early evening shadows stretch across the garden. It's been a fabulously warm summer's day, and we are rounding the day off with a trip to the theatre with 4 of our friends.
"There they are!" my wife proclaims, as the large 7-seater SUV pulls up by the side of the road outside our house.
The trip into town is a half hour drive through twisty country roads and with the flickering of the trees and the restricted view from the back tier seats that we occupy, Patricia, my wife is feeling a little queasy and glad for the fresh air, once we arrive and park up.
"Don't worry about it, Patricia", Di says, "We can swap seats on the way home and you can sit in the front and keep Steve company."
Di links her arm through Patricia's, and they stride off together though the cobbled streets of town. Her husband, Steve, and I walk and chat with the other couple in tow. With heels clicking along the pavement, as we make our way to the Crucible, the women in our group all look good considering they are in their early fifties, Di in particular is catching a lot of admiring glances.
A feisty woman, Diane, or Di as she prefers to be known, carries a confidence of someone who knows they look good, indeed she could easily be mistaken for being 10 years younger. Her strappy black dress is figure hugging and is straining to contain her full, heavy breasts, which dance majestically to the rhythm of her steps. Her bottom is a similarly mesmerising sight, jiggling away, while the dress cut up above the knee reveals tanned and toned legs. All in all quite a package, and I don't mind admitting that I often fantasize about making love to her, I rarely last long tossing off as I imagine those big breasts bouncing enticingly to the rhythm of my thrusts.
The show at The Crucible isn't really my cup of tea at all, but the drinks flow in the interval and I enjoy a one-on-one chat with Di, where we flirt with each other a little. She's a very confident woman and between lines she preens herself, flicking back her hair, touching me on my arm when I make her laugh and making sure I get a good look at that impressive cleavage, as she leans over to look at a menu on a low set bar table.
In general a good night is had by all and alighting the SUV for the ride home, Di is good to her word and insists Patricia sits alongside her husband in the front. David & Angela sit in the first tier in the back and Di joins me in the third tier seats to the rear of the vehicle.
"No taking advantage of me, Di, now you've got me on the back seat!" I pronounce and everyone in the car laughs.
The journey home will be a little longer as we have to take a 15 minute detour to drop off the other couple at the station, first. They'd spent the afternoon and Steve and Di's but were heading back home this evening via a short train journey.
Its pitch black once we're out of town and driving along the country roads and everyone is feeling a little tired now. Steve requests if we don't mind if he puts the radio on in the background, no doubt to make sure he stays alert, but with my wife accompanying him in the front, he's no worries on that score! She could chatter away for England and happily does so, keeping Steve wide awake with conversations about our respective offspring.
Di though is quieter and I think I see her start nodding off a couple of times before she finally gives in and resting her head on my right shoulder, seemingly begins to fall to sleep.
The physical contact with this sensual woman, and the smell of her perfume in my nostrils is enough to provoke a reaction in my nether regions and I feel my cock gently swelling. As I sit there enjoying this intimate moment I'm suddenly shocked when I feel Di's hand move and rest on my thigh.
Shit! I think to myself. Is she awake or not?!
With Patricia still nattering away to Steve as he drives us along the dark country roads, I take in the situation. There's a row of seats in front and between us and it's so dark inside the cabin that Steve and Patricia will not be able to see what's unfolding. I decide therefore to take the initiative and put my arm around Di.
She responds by manoeuvring closer and moving her leg over the top of mine.
Christ! She really wants this! I begin to realise.
If there was any doubt in my mind its answered shortly as her hand begins to move up my thigh towards my groin. Slowly she reaches my balls and gently begins to caress and squeeze them through my trousers, as she opens her eyes and fixes me with a smouldering stare. I respond in kind and move my right hand down lower and squeeze her gorgeous fleshy buttock causing her to smile, wickedly.
Next her hand moves up to my shaft and begins to rub gently up and down its length, all the while I'm squeezing and gripping her delightful arse.
Slowly and as quietly as a mouse she unzips my fly and expertly dips her hand inside to pull out my eager cock.
I try to stifle a gasp and look up nervously at Steve. He is following the beam of his lights, focussing on the road in front of him, while my wife continues to talk to him about our c***dren. Thankfully the roads are deserted at this time of night and there's little reason for him to use the rear view mirror, though hopefully the darkness of the cabin and the row of seats in front will obscure his view of what's really going on now.
As Di and I become increasingly amorous, I check back and flinch in horror, as I see Steve's eyes meet mine. I instinctively pull my hand away from her bottom and push Di off me as I wait for my world to collapse...
To my shock, and it has to be said relief, Steve just smiles and then continues to talk to my wife, who sits two rows directly in front of me. Had he not seen us? Perhaps the seat in front of us had restricted his view? I turn to Di who's now sat upright, looking towards her husband. A few seconds later he shoots a glance back at her, and gives what appears to be a nod of approval.
With this apparent green light, DI turns back to me and looking me in the eyes moves in to place a gentle kiss on my lips. I can feel her heavy breathing on my cheek as it quickly develops into a French kiss, Di making all the running, me, still coming to grips with the situation. Her tongue is probing away in my mouth, dancing and flicking as she breathes quietly, "! want you, Ian, I want your cum.."
I nervously look up again, and Steve's eyes are fixed on us, a wry smile on his lips.
I can't quite believe it, but I'm not going to let this opportunity pass by. The only danger now is my wife, sat two rows directly in front of me and currently oblivious to what's going on. She most certainly wouldn't be happy if she could see this!
As Di continues to kiss me, her hand moves back down to rest on my cock, which has been left unattended and somewhat neglected. It has shrunk a little due to a mixture of fear and bemusement, but responds quickly once more to her delicate touch.
This is the strangest situation I've ever found myself in (and believe me there's been a few!) but I am rapidly losing all my inhibitions now, as lust courses through my veins. With seemingly the approval from her husband, I begin to explore this woman's body and place my left hand on to her right breast.
I revel in its softness through her dress, and am taken aback by its weight as I gently cup and squeeze it. Di's now stopped kissing me, but instead is looking intently into my eyes, as she grips my shaft more firmly and begins to wank me off. I try to stifle a moan, which makes Steve look up once more as my cock is now rock hard and stood proud, and as the sensations rise in me I start to fondle and grope Di's breast more vigorously. Then, I slip my hand inside her dress and am delighted to feel, as I suspected, that she is not wearing a bra. That explains the movement earlier this evening as she strode confidently through town.
I'm a horny teenager now, as I need her breast in my hands, and delight in the feel of her hardening nipple, as I gently roll it between my fore-finger and thumb, before going back for another handful of her gorgeous heavy boob.
Suddenly I'm hard-wired back to my senses, as I hear my wife finishing off a sentence with "...didn't we, Ian?"
Quickly pulling my hand away from Di, I feign that I've not heard what she said because of the road noise and the fact that we're drifting off in the back here and say, "Sorry Darling, what did you say?"
Answering her question on the second time of asking, I'm relieved to hear her say, "Sorry Hun, I didn't know you were both snoozing, we'll leave you in peace in the back.." before resuming her chat with Steve.
Phew that was a close one! I think to myself and looking at Di who is also now sat upright again, I shrug my shoulders and go to zip up my fly. We're barely 5 minutes from our village now and I figure that's that. Di's having none of it though. Instead she looks me in the eye once more and with a wicked smile and places her hand on mine as if to stop me. God! This woman's determined, if nothing else!
All sense deserts my brain at this point and instead goes straight down to my cock and I'm overcome with lust. I'll never get a better opportunity than this and though in the cold light of day I might think differently, with her hand gripped around the base of my shaft once more, and the smouldering look in her eyes, I realise I want her more than anything right now.
Di reads the signs and without a word, slowly leans over and envelopes my shaft in her mouth, engulfing me inch by inch. I look up again and Steve's eyes are now on stalks through the mirror. As my wife chats away to him about the weather his wife begin to delightfully work my shaft with her tongue.
As Di does this, I move my right arm around the back of her, and up under her skirt to fondle her buttocks once more.. Within seconds Di's hand appears, pulls her panties to one side and then guides my hand to her pussy, which is pleasingly wet. She shows me exactly how she wants it, and seconds later I feel her fleshy lips writhing against my fingers.
Steve is licking his own lips now as he sees his wife having her cunt probed, whilst at the same time sucking me off. I want to see her face, so I gently brush her hair back behind her ears. As if reading my intentions, Di looks up at me, with those gorgeous brown eyes and I know I'm close to the edge.
I start to more vigorously finger fuck her, as if to indicate I'm near, and seconds later I feel Di start to shudder and she briefly halts her rhythm on my shaft to look into my eyes while she cums...
That is enough to set off the Tsunami in my own body, and as her orgasm subsides I grab either side of her head and force her back down on to my shaft. She begins to bob on my tip furiously whilst her right hand wanks the base of my shaft and her ample boobs press delightfully against the side of my leg. It's all too much for me, and within moments I feel the first wave of cum coursing up my shaft. I cannot contain a feint gasp, as my hot, thick, cum hits the back of Di's throat and my hand grips her thick, auburn hair. Looking forward I catch Steve's eyes and smiling face one more in the front mirror.
That's not what I want to see at this precise moment, so I avert my gaze back down to his beautiful wife. Holding her head in place, my fingers gripping her red locks, I unload inside her. Wave after wave rushes through me and Diane is silently swallowing all I have to offer. The woman is a Goddess!
As I finish with one final thrust I look one more time in Steve's direction and he is grinning like the cat that got the cream...!
A few minutes later and we are back outside our house.
"Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" Patricia asks.
"No thanks, Pat" replies Di, "its late enough as it is and I'm ready for my bed now."
"She thinks she's on to a promise!" chirps up Steve.
As my wife pecks Steve on the cheek by way of a thank you in the front, Di reciprocates with me in the back, whilst at the same time placing her hand on my now soft and safely re-housed cock and gently squeezes it, "Next time, we'll fuck."
Anxious to finish the evening now without being caught, I jump out the car and move quickly round the side to shake Steve's hand and sheepishly thank him for the evening "Oh believe me, Ian, it was a pleasure for us all."
As I walk round the front of the vehicle, DI is now out with my wife and giving her a girly hug. As she does, she looks my way and blows me a silent kiss, before releasing her embrace of my wife and hopping into the front with Steve.
"What a lovely couple," my wife says, as we wave them goodbye, and turn to walk up our drive, the gravel crunching beneath our feet, "we must do that again sometime..."
With Di's final whispered words still ringing in my ears, I can't help but agree...
"There they are!" my wife proclaims, as the large 7-seater SUV pulls up by the side of the road outside our house.
The trip into town is a half hour drive through twisty country roads and with the flickering of the trees and the restricted view from the back tier seats that we occupy, Patricia, my wife is feeling a little queasy and glad for the fresh air, once we arrive and park up.
"Don't worry about it, Patricia", Di says, "We can swap seats on the way home and you can sit in the front and keep Steve company."
Di links her arm through Patricia's, and they stride off together though the cobbled streets of town. Her husband, Steve, and I walk and chat with the other couple in tow. With heels clicking along the pavement, as we make our way to the Crucible, the women in our group all look good considering they are in their early fifties, Di in particular is catching a lot of admiring glances.
A feisty woman, Diane, or Di as she prefers to be known, carries a confidence of someone who knows they look good, indeed she could easily be mistaken for being 10 years younger. Her strappy black dress is figure hugging and is straining to contain her full, heavy breasts, which dance majestically to the rhythm of her steps. Her bottom is a similarly mesmerising sight, jiggling away, while the dress cut up above the knee reveals tanned and toned legs. All in all quite a package, and I don't mind admitting that I often fantasize about making love to her, I rarely last long tossing off as I imagine those big breasts bouncing enticingly to the rhythm of my thrusts.
The show at The Crucible isn't really my cup of tea at all, but the drinks flow in the interval and I enjoy a one-on-one chat with Di, where we flirt with each other a little. She's a very confident woman and between lines she preens herself, flicking back her hair, touching me on my arm when I make her laugh and making sure I get a good look at that impressive cleavage, as she leans over to look at a menu on a low set bar table.
In general a good night is had by all and alighting the SUV for the ride home, Di is good to her word and insists Patricia sits alongside her husband in the front. David & Angela sit in the first tier in the back and Di joins me in the third tier seats to the rear of the vehicle.
"No taking advantage of me, Di, now you've got me on the back seat!" I pronounce and everyone in the car laughs.
The journey home will be a little longer as we have to take a 15 minute detour to drop off the other couple at the station, first. They'd spent the afternoon and Steve and Di's but were heading back home this evening via a short train journey.
Its pitch black once we're out of town and driving along the country roads and everyone is feeling a little tired now. Steve requests if we don't mind if he puts the radio on in the background, no doubt to make sure he stays alert, but with my wife accompanying him in the front, he's no worries on that score! She could chatter away for England and happily does so, keeping Steve wide awake with conversations about our respective offspring.
Di though is quieter and I think I see her start nodding off a couple of times before she finally gives in and resting her head on my right shoulder, seemingly begins to fall to sleep.
The physical contact with this sensual woman, and the smell of her perfume in my nostrils is enough to provoke a reaction in my nether regions and I feel my cock gently swelling. As I sit there enjoying this intimate moment I'm suddenly shocked when I feel Di's hand move and rest on my thigh.
Shit! I think to myself. Is she awake or not?!
With Patricia still nattering away to Steve as he drives us along the dark country roads, I take in the situation. There's a row of seats in front and between us and it's so dark inside the cabin that Steve and Patricia will not be able to see what's unfolding. I decide therefore to take the initiative and put my arm around Di.
She responds by manoeuvring closer and moving her leg over the top of mine.
Christ! She really wants this! I begin to realise.
If there was any doubt in my mind its answered shortly as her hand begins to move up my thigh towards my groin. Slowly she reaches my balls and gently begins to caress and squeeze them through my trousers, as she opens her eyes and fixes me with a smouldering stare. I respond in kind and move my right hand down lower and squeeze her gorgeous fleshy buttock causing her to smile, wickedly.
Next her hand moves up to my shaft and begins to rub gently up and down its length, all the while I'm squeezing and gripping her delightful arse.
Slowly and as quietly as a mouse she unzips my fly and expertly dips her hand inside to pull out my eager cock.
I try to stifle a gasp and look up nervously at Steve. He is following the beam of his lights, focussing on the road in front of him, while my wife continues to talk to him about our c***dren. Thankfully the roads are deserted at this time of night and there's little reason for him to use the rear view mirror, though hopefully the darkness of the cabin and the row of seats in front will obscure his view of what's really going on now.
As Di and I become increasingly amorous, I check back and flinch in horror, as I see Steve's eyes meet mine. I instinctively pull my hand away from her bottom and push Di off me as I wait for my world to collapse...
To my shock, and it has to be said relief, Steve just smiles and then continues to talk to my wife, who sits two rows directly in front of me. Had he not seen us? Perhaps the seat in front of us had restricted his view? I turn to Di who's now sat upright, looking towards her husband. A few seconds later he shoots a glance back at her, and gives what appears to be a nod of approval.
With this apparent green light, DI turns back to me and looking me in the eyes moves in to place a gentle kiss on my lips. I can feel her heavy breathing on my cheek as it quickly develops into a French kiss, Di making all the running, me, still coming to grips with the situation. Her tongue is probing away in my mouth, dancing and flicking as she breathes quietly, "! want you, Ian, I want your cum.."
I nervously look up again, and Steve's eyes are fixed on us, a wry smile on his lips.
I can't quite believe it, but I'm not going to let this opportunity pass by. The only danger now is my wife, sat two rows directly in front of me and currently oblivious to what's going on. She most certainly wouldn't be happy if she could see this!
As Di continues to kiss me, her hand moves back down to rest on my cock, which has been left unattended and somewhat neglected. It has shrunk a little due to a mixture of fear and bemusement, but responds quickly once more to her delicate touch.
This is the strangest situation I've ever found myself in (and believe me there's been a few!) but I am rapidly losing all my inhibitions now, as lust courses through my veins. With seemingly the approval from her husband, I begin to explore this woman's body and place my left hand on to her right breast.
I revel in its softness through her dress, and am taken aback by its weight as I gently cup and squeeze it. Di's now stopped kissing me, but instead is looking intently into my eyes, as she grips my shaft more firmly and begins to wank me off. I try to stifle a moan, which makes Steve look up once more as my cock is now rock hard and stood proud, and as the sensations rise in me I start to fondle and grope Di's breast more vigorously. Then, I slip my hand inside her dress and am delighted to feel, as I suspected, that she is not wearing a bra. That explains the movement earlier this evening as she strode confidently through town.
I'm a horny teenager now, as I need her breast in my hands, and delight in the feel of her hardening nipple, as I gently roll it between my fore-finger and thumb, before going back for another handful of her gorgeous heavy boob.
Suddenly I'm hard-wired back to my senses, as I hear my wife finishing off a sentence with "...didn't we, Ian?"
Quickly pulling my hand away from Di, I feign that I've not heard what she said because of the road noise and the fact that we're drifting off in the back here and say, "Sorry Darling, what did you say?"
Answering her question on the second time of asking, I'm relieved to hear her say, "Sorry Hun, I didn't know you were both snoozing, we'll leave you in peace in the back.." before resuming her chat with Steve.
Phew that was a close one! I think to myself and looking at Di who is also now sat upright again, I shrug my shoulders and go to zip up my fly. We're barely 5 minutes from our village now and I figure that's that. Di's having none of it though. Instead she looks me in the eye once more and with a wicked smile and places her hand on mine as if to stop me. God! This woman's determined, if nothing else!
All sense deserts my brain at this point and instead goes straight down to my cock and I'm overcome with lust. I'll never get a better opportunity than this and though in the cold light of day I might think differently, with her hand gripped around the base of my shaft once more, and the smouldering look in her eyes, I realise I want her more than anything right now.
Di reads the signs and without a word, slowly leans over and envelopes my shaft in her mouth, engulfing me inch by inch. I look up again and Steve's eyes are now on stalks through the mirror. As my wife chats away to him about the weather his wife begin to delightfully work my shaft with her tongue.
As Di does this, I move my right arm around the back of her, and up under her skirt to fondle her buttocks once more.. Within seconds Di's hand appears, pulls her panties to one side and then guides my hand to her pussy, which is pleasingly wet. She shows me exactly how she wants it, and seconds later I feel her fleshy lips writhing against my fingers.
Steve is licking his own lips now as he sees his wife having her cunt probed, whilst at the same time sucking me off. I want to see her face, so I gently brush her hair back behind her ears. As if reading my intentions, Di looks up at me, with those gorgeous brown eyes and I know I'm close to the edge.
I start to more vigorously finger fuck her, as if to indicate I'm near, and seconds later I feel Di start to shudder and she briefly halts her rhythm on my shaft to look into my eyes while she cums...
That is enough to set off the Tsunami in my own body, and as her orgasm subsides I grab either side of her head and force her back down on to my shaft. She begins to bob on my tip furiously whilst her right hand wanks the base of my shaft and her ample boobs press delightfully against the side of my leg. It's all too much for me, and within moments I feel the first wave of cum coursing up my shaft. I cannot contain a feint gasp, as my hot, thick, cum hits the back of Di's throat and my hand grips her thick, auburn hair. Looking forward I catch Steve's eyes and smiling face one more in the front mirror.
That's not what I want to see at this precise moment, so I avert my gaze back down to his beautiful wife. Holding her head in place, my fingers gripping her red locks, I unload inside her. Wave after wave rushes through me and Diane is silently swallowing all I have to offer. The woman is a Goddess!
As I finish with one final thrust I look one more time in Steve's direction and he is grinning like the cat that got the cream...!
A few minutes later and we are back outside our house.
"Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" Patricia asks.
"No thanks, Pat" replies Di, "its late enough as it is and I'm ready for my bed now."
"She thinks she's on to a promise!" chirps up Steve.
As my wife pecks Steve on the cheek by way of a thank you in the front, Di reciprocates with me in the back, whilst at the same time placing her hand on my now soft and safely re-housed cock and gently squeezes it, "Next time, we'll fuck."
Anxious to finish the evening now without being caught, I jump out the car and move quickly round the side to shake Steve's hand and sheepishly thank him for the evening "Oh believe me, Ian, it was a pleasure for us all."
As I walk round the front of the vehicle, DI is now out with my wife and giving her a girly hug. As she does, she looks my way and blows me a silent kiss, before releasing her embrace of my wife and hopping into the front with Steve.
"What a lovely couple," my wife says, as we wave them goodbye, and turn to walk up our drive, the gravel crunching beneath our feet, "we must do that again sometime..."
With Di's final whispered words still ringing in my ears, I can't help but agree...
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