Ricky Goes Grey
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After my pre Christmas exploits, not much happened sexually for a good 6 months. I’d made the peace with Sharon, however it was just a matter of time before things fell apart. I hadn’t been able to get the holiday from work, so we had agreed that she would spend a week with her parents in their caravan, and then fly home for our anniversary. The sex had returned to a fairly mundane pattern, with any attempt by me to liven things up being met with resistance. At work, Sam was transferred to another branch, and whilst my friendship with Jackie was closer, we hadn’t got together again, despite a couple of opportunities at branch functions. She seemed to be leaning more to her lesbian desires, and Sam moved in with her shortly after leaving the branch.
Anyway, it was a cracking sunny and warm Saturday in mid July, and for once Sharon hadn’t lined me up with jobs around the house or visits to see family or friends, choosing instead to go out without me on a shopping trip to London for her upcoming week away in France. She was meeting some friends from work up there and they were going to stay up there all day, and have a meal before coming home. That didn’t really bother me, as I hated shopping, and quite fancied a day on my own, doing nothing.
The morning went exactly as planned. I got up late, had a big fry up for brekkie, sat and read the paper in the garden, then cracked open the first bottle of beer for the day whilst doing some gardening. It was about midday when I heard my name being called from over the fence. I stood up on a tree stump next to the fence and looked over.
Below me was Jennifer, my next door neighbour. She was a widower, her husband Dan having passed away about a year before we had moved in. “Oh Ricky, I hoped that was you I heard. I need some help, I’ve got a water leak in the kitchen, and cannot get a plumber out. Can you help me?”. “No worries, i'll be around in a second”.
Lucky, I have done some plumbing before, so I hoped this wouldn’t be a big issue to sort so that I could get back to my beer and relax in the sun. I walked in to a kitchen with a pool of water all over the floor. It must have been leaking for some time. “Do you know where the stop-cock is Jennifer?” She didn’t know. I followed the pipe work from under the sink and soon located it. However it meant I’d have to lie down in the water to reach it. Oh well, I only had a pair of old jeans on, so no big issue. I got the water turned off, and now with a soaking wet arse, located the leak. It seemed that a fitting had worked loose, so I popped home (whilst Jennifer mopped up the water), got my tool kit, and within 30 minutes had put some PTFE tape on the connection and had it tightened up and the water back on.
Jennifer was so happy that it had been so easy, and thanked me profusely. “How can I make it up to you?” No need I told her, then she offered “Why don’t you go and get changed, and bring Sharon back with you and I’ll make us all some lunch to say thanks. “Sharon’s out all day, but I’ll take you up on the lunch if that’s OK? I just need to get out of these wet jeans”
At this point, it’s worth telling you a bit about Jennifer. Despite being about mid 60’s, with silvery grey hair, if you looked at her face and body you wouldn’t have put her above mid 40’s. I know she swam regularly, and went on walking holidays with friends, so she kept herself fit and healthy. She was about 5ft 2in and had a cracking arse – I’d often seen her out and about in jeans, and she looked as good as any other woman out there. She had big blue/green eyes, a lovely complexion; laughter lines etc. just adding to her mature beauty. If I was being picky, the one negative would be her chest – there wasn’t much in the way of tit to enjoy. In today’s terms she would be described as a GILF.
She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye “You can take them off here, I don’t mind”. I think she was joking, but (and to this day, I am not sure why I made a snap decision as I did) I decided to have a bit of fun and call her bluff “OK, and I undid the buttons, and dropped my jeans around my ankles”. The room was silent. Fuck, what had I done! I looked down and could see that the water had soaked through to my boxers, and they were clinging around my cock. I went to pull my jeans up, at which point Jennifer broke the silence. “Take them off, I’ll put them in the tumble drier”. I looked at her and she looked awesome, a beautiful smile and wide eyes. I stepped out of my jeans, to then be told “and the boxers, they look wet too”.
“I can’t do that Jennifer, I better just go”
“Why, I was married for 30 years – you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before you know. Now get them off”
I did as instructed, and stood there in the kitchen in just a t-shirt and socks. Jennifer popped out of the room, returning seconds later with a towel. She picked up my jeans and boxers and disappeared again. I dried my self then wrapped the towel around myself, and sat down at her kitchen table.
Jennifer came back in to the room “What would you like for lunch? A sandwich……..” she paused for a brief moment, clearly thinking of what other food she could offer, “or how about me?”
“Sorry?” was all I could muster – I hadn’t expected that was on offer.
“Well, having seen what you’ve got down there, I can understand why Sharon married you. I haven’t had sex since Dan died, and I often wonder what it would be like with another man. If you don’t mind, I’d like to find out with you”. I din't know what to say, but after a few moments;
“Jennifer, you are a beautiful lady, but..”
She interrupted me “Sorry Rick, I shouldn’t have asked you. You’ve got Sharon. She’s beautiful and you must have a great sex life together. I wouldn’t want to spoil that”
“I wish”
“What do you mean?”
“Sharon and I aren’t getting on too well at the moment! What I was going to say is, are you sure you want to do this? I’ve often seen you around and fantasised about fucking you”.
My cock was hardening underneath the towel.
“Yes I am sure, and I am flattered you have thought about such things before. So is that a yes to me for lunch?”
I stood up and dropped the towel to the ground. My semi continued to harden as the thought of fucking this beautiful mature lady ran through my head and down to my cock.
“That looks nice. How about we go upstairs and get comfy”
She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. As I walked up the stairs behind her I placed my other hand on her bum; it felt so solid. I gentle squeezed and she giggled. “I can’t believe I’m doing this” she said as we got to the top of the stairs.
We entered her bedroom and she turned to me, a look of concern on her face “Are you OK?” I asked, “No other man has ever been in this room other than Dan. I hope he would be OK with this.”
“I’m sure he would want you to be happy and move on with your life. He must have known that a beautiful, sexy woman like you would have desires that need to be satisfied. You’ve been on your own long enough” and with that I kissed her gently. She responded, holding me tightly and slowly increasing the passion of the kiss.
“Be gentle with me Rick, it’s been a long time”
“I will Jennifer”
“Call me Jen please”
“Ok Jen, now lets get these clothes off”
I took my time undressing her, wanting her to enjoy herself, but also allowing her time to stop if she really wanted to. Whilst I was ready for a good fuck, it was different than any other sex I’d had. I cared about this lady, and didn’t want to hurt her or for her to regret her decision.
As I undid her blouse, a pretty flowery light blue bra was revealed. As I slid her jeans down her lovely toned legs, a matching pair of briefs came into view. Not the sought of underwear you associate with a pensioner I though to myself, and I must have chuckled slightly. “What’s so funny”, she asked, and I told her and she too laughed. It really relaxed her. “You’d be surprised what some of us pensioners wear”
As I peeled her leans off, I kissed my way down her legs. She was sitting on the edge of her bed and I pulled them off, and I lifted one foot to my mouth and gently sucked on her big toe. “That feel’s nice” she whispered. I massaged first one, then the other foot, and then started kissing my way back up her legs.
She crawled back on to the bed and beckoned for me to join her. I took my t-shirt off, and most importantly my socks, and joined her on the bed. I caressed her beautiful body; the swimming and walking had certainly helped her keep in shape. There wasn’t anything that suggested this lady was in her 60’s.
My cock was rock hard by now, and was oozing pre-cum. Jen spotted this and slowly rubbed the liquid over my knob. She then took me in hand and started to wank me. “Will you suck my cock Jen?”
She didn’t answer, just repositioned herself and took my knob into her mouth. She would only take about an inch to two inches in, but the feeling of her lips against my sensitive knob felt great. She licked the underside of my cock, and massaged my balls. She sucked on my knob whilst slowly anking the rest of my cock. It felt great.
After about 10 minutes I moved her back so that she was again lying next to me. I reached around her and undid her bra. As mentioned her tits weren’t big, but what a lovely surprise. Her nipples were big – they must have been about 2/3 inch long, and they were hard. I took one in my mouth and sucked, receiving a sigh of satisfaction in return. I nibbled it with my teeth – very gently but enough to raise a gasp from Jen “My nipples are really sensitive – I always loved it when Dan played with them”. I looked up at her face – she seemed to be a long way away – clearly thinking about her husband. A gentle nibble of the other nipple, whilst rolling the first between finger and thumb got her back in the moment “You naughty boy” she said, laughing.
As I sucked on her nipples, I slid one hand into her panties. She obviously kept things tidy down there (for wearing her swimming costume I later learnt), as I found very little hair before feeling the warmth of her pussy on my finger tips. I slid my index finger along the length of her slit, before returning to her clit which I rubbed with some pressure. She came at that moment, her body twitching as her first orgasm for years hit. Her thighs clamped around my hand, holding it against her pussy, and I continued to nip, lick and suck on her nipples, keeping her orgasm rolling for a few long moments.
I stopped to let her get her breath back. “That was fantastic” she gasped “Thank you”
“We’re only just starting Jen, you’re going to have a few more of those before the day is out I promise you”. With that I moved down the bed and gently slipped her panties down her legs. As I took them off I lifted them to my nose and took in the scent of this woman. It was sweet and spicy at the same time. “You little pervert, sniffing grannies panties like that”.
“They smell good, and it looks like you wet yourself” I retorted, laughing.
I parted her legs and went down on her. Until now everything had been slow and gentle, but I started to pick up the pace a little. I buried my tongue into her pussy, lapping at her juices. She was so wet. I slid first one, then quickly a second finger in to her, whilst licking her clit and all around her pussy lips. Her legs wrapped around my head, and I could only just hear my name being called, and then “Oh my god, I’m coming again”. I think my tongue registered that fact before my ears heard it as another jet of her love juices flooded my mouth. Not only was Jen a GILF, she’d also be described as a squirter!
I continued licking until I felt the pressure from her thighs relaxing. I looked up to a beautiful smile, and she asked me to “make love to me please”.
That sounded so much sexier than “Fuck me” which all the younger women I’d fucked had generally asked, and I certainly was ready to do so. I climbed up her body, kissing her tummy as I went, then her nipples and then a full blown, French kiss, letting Jen taste herself on my tongue and lips. My cock, without any direction, slid in to her pussy. I went all the way in and stopped, to let her get used to having a cock inside her again. I lifted myself up on my arms, looking down at this beautiful lady, who returned my smile. I slowly started to pump in and out. She was tight, and I could feel her pussy gripping my cock as it slid in and out. I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to cum. “You feel so good Jen” I whispered “Can I cum inside you?”
“Please” was her only response. She started to match my movement, lifting her arse of the bed to meet my thrusts. Her legs and arms wrapped around me, pulling me deep in to her as I came. I continued to pump into her, filling her pussy with my cum, and as I did, another orgasm rippled through her body.
After a few minutes, where we just held each other in silence, I rolled off, my semi-hard cock, audibly popping out of her, leaving a thread of cum across her thigh. A rested on an elbow, looking at my latest lover. She (as I) was covered in sweat, her skin glistening and radiant. She smiled, looking happy and content. “Thank you, that was wonderful. I haven’t felt like that for years, you’ve made me feel like a woman again”.
“Thank you” I said, “that was the first time I’ve made love, rather than just having sex, this year. It felt fantastic, and you are simply beautiful”.
We lay together on the bed, kissing and hugging for about 30 minutes, before Jen got up and got us both a beer, which we sat in bed drinking and chatting. She told me how she hadn’t been able to have sex with Dan for about 3 years before he died, and prior to that it had only been a “on special occasions” thing for a good few years. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed it. She asked what was wrong between me and Sharon, and I told her….everything. I even told her about Maggie, Sam and Jackie, which she loved hearing about, asking me for details about the threesome, and wondering out loud what it would be like with another woman “Perhaps we could find out one day” I said, half-jokingly. A very sexy “Maybe” was the positive response I got.
Having finished our beer, Jen asked when Sharon was due back “Not until late tonight” I advised “Great, so you’ve got time to have sex with me again….not make love to me, but have sex with me”.
I didn’t answer, I simply took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. This time certainly wasn’t love making – this was carnal desire taking over. Again I sucked on her nipples, but this time, whilst doing so I frigged her pussy with two fingers, bringing her off again as I could hear my fingers squelching in and out of her. I flipped her over, and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. I took my cock in hand, positioning it at the entrance to her slit. “I’m going to give you a good hard fucking this time you sexy fucking bitch”. I slid into her, again burying my cock up to my balls. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out. “God yes, fuck me you bastard, fuck me hard. I’m your bitch, fuck me”. Her foul mouthed talk just added to the atmosphere. This was sex, good and proper.
I pulled out and moved around to her face. “Suck you juices off my cock” I demanded, and she did. She again only took an inch or so into her mouth, but after a while, she slowly took a little more with each bob of her head, until she took my full length into her throat. She gagged. She only did it once, but it felt good.
She climbed on top, squatting over my cock. She took it and guided herself down on to it. She only took the head in to start, teasing me. She looked down, still smiling, telling me “Your granny bitch is going to make you cum again”. She lowered herself down, then started riding me like a bucking bronco. She was slamming down on my cock so hard it actually began to hurt a little, but the cum started to rise and it wasn’t long until I grabbed her waist and thrust up into her, shooting my load deep inside her again. “Fuck yes, I can feel you coming” she screamed, slumping forwards on top of me, then kissing me deeply.
After we recovered, I looked over to the clock. It was gone 5 – we’d been in bed for over 4 hours, I’d cum twice, and as far as I could tell, Jen had at least 4 orgasms. I hadn’t spent 4 hours in bed with Sharon since our honeymoon, so when I was asked “Can I be your lover”, I said yes, but of course no one can know, and we would have to be very careful so Sharon wouldn’t find out.
She hugged me and kissed me passionately “You don’t mind having a pensioner for a lover do you?”
“Of course not, but you will have to do everything I say or ask. Can you do that?”
“Sounds naughty, but OK. Now, your clothes should be dry. Why don’t you have a shower, and I’ll go and make us some dinner. After we’ve had that, maybe we could make love again before Sharon gets home” and with that she got up, putting her dressing gown on, and headed off to cook dinner.
We had a nice slap up meal of steak and chips, and a bottle of wine together, before sitting and chatting. She shared some stories about things she’d done before meeting Dan – she’d been a bit of a girl in her day. As she described in detail the things she done, including fucking two guys on a train one night, I got hard again. I got my cock out as she talked, and started to wank myself “Oh, I see you are ready for me again”. She stood up and got undressed there in the living room – she really was beautiful. We made love again on the sofa that evening, a very slow, loving fuck with lots of kissing and touching. I was going to enjoy this relationship, and It gave me a reason to stay with Sharon for a bit longer, certainly until I could afford to get a place of my own after any divorce.
Anyway, it was a cracking sunny and warm Saturday in mid July, and for once Sharon hadn’t lined me up with jobs around the house or visits to see family or friends, choosing instead to go out without me on a shopping trip to London for her upcoming week away in France. She was meeting some friends from work up there and they were going to stay up there all day, and have a meal before coming home. That didn’t really bother me, as I hated shopping, and quite fancied a day on my own, doing nothing.
The morning went exactly as planned. I got up late, had a big fry up for brekkie, sat and read the paper in the garden, then cracked open the first bottle of beer for the day whilst doing some gardening. It was about midday when I heard my name being called from over the fence. I stood up on a tree stump next to the fence and looked over.
Below me was Jennifer, my next door neighbour. She was a widower, her husband Dan having passed away about a year before we had moved in. “Oh Ricky, I hoped that was you I heard. I need some help, I’ve got a water leak in the kitchen, and cannot get a plumber out. Can you help me?”. “No worries, i'll be around in a second”.
Lucky, I have done some plumbing before, so I hoped this wouldn’t be a big issue to sort so that I could get back to my beer and relax in the sun. I walked in to a kitchen with a pool of water all over the floor. It must have been leaking for some time. “Do you know where the stop-cock is Jennifer?” She didn’t know. I followed the pipe work from under the sink and soon located it. However it meant I’d have to lie down in the water to reach it. Oh well, I only had a pair of old jeans on, so no big issue. I got the water turned off, and now with a soaking wet arse, located the leak. It seemed that a fitting had worked loose, so I popped home (whilst Jennifer mopped up the water), got my tool kit, and within 30 minutes had put some PTFE tape on the connection and had it tightened up and the water back on.
Jennifer was so happy that it had been so easy, and thanked me profusely. “How can I make it up to you?” No need I told her, then she offered “Why don’t you go and get changed, and bring Sharon back with you and I’ll make us all some lunch to say thanks. “Sharon’s out all day, but I’ll take you up on the lunch if that’s OK? I just need to get out of these wet jeans”
At this point, it’s worth telling you a bit about Jennifer. Despite being about mid 60’s, with silvery grey hair, if you looked at her face and body you wouldn’t have put her above mid 40’s. I know she swam regularly, and went on walking holidays with friends, so she kept herself fit and healthy. She was about 5ft 2in and had a cracking arse – I’d often seen her out and about in jeans, and she looked as good as any other woman out there. She had big blue/green eyes, a lovely complexion; laughter lines etc. just adding to her mature beauty. If I was being picky, the one negative would be her chest – there wasn’t much in the way of tit to enjoy. In today’s terms she would be described as a GILF.
She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye “You can take them off here, I don’t mind”. I think she was joking, but (and to this day, I am not sure why I made a snap decision as I did) I decided to have a bit of fun and call her bluff “OK, and I undid the buttons, and dropped my jeans around my ankles”. The room was silent. Fuck, what had I done! I looked down and could see that the water had soaked through to my boxers, and they were clinging around my cock. I went to pull my jeans up, at which point Jennifer broke the silence. “Take them off, I’ll put them in the tumble drier”. I looked at her and she looked awesome, a beautiful smile and wide eyes. I stepped out of my jeans, to then be told “and the boxers, they look wet too”.
“I can’t do that Jennifer, I better just go”
“Why, I was married for 30 years – you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before you know. Now get them off”
I did as instructed, and stood there in the kitchen in just a t-shirt and socks. Jennifer popped out of the room, returning seconds later with a towel. She picked up my jeans and boxers and disappeared again. I dried my self then wrapped the towel around myself, and sat down at her kitchen table.
Jennifer came back in to the room “What would you like for lunch? A sandwich……..” she paused for a brief moment, clearly thinking of what other food she could offer, “or how about me?”
“Sorry?” was all I could muster – I hadn’t expected that was on offer.
“Well, having seen what you’ve got down there, I can understand why Sharon married you. I haven’t had sex since Dan died, and I often wonder what it would be like with another man. If you don’t mind, I’d like to find out with you”. I din't know what to say, but after a few moments;
“Jennifer, you are a beautiful lady, but..”
She interrupted me “Sorry Rick, I shouldn’t have asked you. You’ve got Sharon. She’s beautiful and you must have a great sex life together. I wouldn’t want to spoil that”
“I wish”
“What do you mean?”
“Sharon and I aren’t getting on too well at the moment! What I was going to say is, are you sure you want to do this? I’ve often seen you around and fantasised about fucking you”.
My cock was hardening underneath the towel.
“Yes I am sure, and I am flattered you have thought about such things before. So is that a yes to me for lunch?”
I stood up and dropped the towel to the ground. My semi continued to harden as the thought of fucking this beautiful mature lady ran through my head and down to my cock.
“That looks nice. How about we go upstairs and get comfy”
She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. As I walked up the stairs behind her I placed my other hand on her bum; it felt so solid. I gentle squeezed and she giggled. “I can’t believe I’m doing this” she said as we got to the top of the stairs.
We entered her bedroom and she turned to me, a look of concern on her face “Are you OK?” I asked, “No other man has ever been in this room other than Dan. I hope he would be OK with this.”
“I’m sure he would want you to be happy and move on with your life. He must have known that a beautiful, sexy woman like you would have desires that need to be satisfied. You’ve been on your own long enough” and with that I kissed her gently. She responded, holding me tightly and slowly increasing the passion of the kiss.
“Be gentle with me Rick, it’s been a long time”
“I will Jennifer”
“Call me Jen please”
“Ok Jen, now lets get these clothes off”
I took my time undressing her, wanting her to enjoy herself, but also allowing her time to stop if she really wanted to. Whilst I was ready for a good fuck, it was different than any other sex I’d had. I cared about this lady, and didn’t want to hurt her or for her to regret her decision.
As I undid her blouse, a pretty flowery light blue bra was revealed. As I slid her jeans down her lovely toned legs, a matching pair of briefs came into view. Not the sought of underwear you associate with a pensioner I though to myself, and I must have chuckled slightly. “What’s so funny”, she asked, and I told her and she too laughed. It really relaxed her. “You’d be surprised what some of us pensioners wear”
As I peeled her leans off, I kissed my way down her legs. She was sitting on the edge of her bed and I pulled them off, and I lifted one foot to my mouth and gently sucked on her big toe. “That feel’s nice” she whispered. I massaged first one, then the other foot, and then started kissing my way back up her legs.
She crawled back on to the bed and beckoned for me to join her. I took my t-shirt off, and most importantly my socks, and joined her on the bed. I caressed her beautiful body; the swimming and walking had certainly helped her keep in shape. There wasn’t anything that suggested this lady was in her 60’s.
My cock was rock hard by now, and was oozing pre-cum. Jen spotted this and slowly rubbed the liquid over my knob. She then took me in hand and started to wank me. “Will you suck my cock Jen?”
She didn’t answer, just repositioned herself and took my knob into her mouth. She would only take about an inch to two inches in, but the feeling of her lips against my sensitive knob felt great. She licked the underside of my cock, and massaged my balls. She sucked on my knob whilst slowly anking the rest of my cock. It felt great.
After about 10 minutes I moved her back so that she was again lying next to me. I reached around her and undid her bra. As mentioned her tits weren’t big, but what a lovely surprise. Her nipples were big – they must have been about 2/3 inch long, and they were hard. I took one in my mouth and sucked, receiving a sigh of satisfaction in return. I nibbled it with my teeth – very gently but enough to raise a gasp from Jen “My nipples are really sensitive – I always loved it when Dan played with them”. I looked up at her face – she seemed to be a long way away – clearly thinking about her husband. A gentle nibble of the other nipple, whilst rolling the first between finger and thumb got her back in the moment “You naughty boy” she said, laughing.
As I sucked on her nipples, I slid one hand into her panties. She obviously kept things tidy down there (for wearing her swimming costume I later learnt), as I found very little hair before feeling the warmth of her pussy on my finger tips. I slid my index finger along the length of her slit, before returning to her clit which I rubbed with some pressure. She came at that moment, her body twitching as her first orgasm for years hit. Her thighs clamped around my hand, holding it against her pussy, and I continued to nip, lick and suck on her nipples, keeping her orgasm rolling for a few long moments.
I stopped to let her get her breath back. “That was fantastic” she gasped “Thank you”
“We’re only just starting Jen, you’re going to have a few more of those before the day is out I promise you”. With that I moved down the bed and gently slipped her panties down her legs. As I took them off I lifted them to my nose and took in the scent of this woman. It was sweet and spicy at the same time. “You little pervert, sniffing grannies panties like that”.
“They smell good, and it looks like you wet yourself” I retorted, laughing.
I parted her legs and went down on her. Until now everything had been slow and gentle, but I started to pick up the pace a little. I buried my tongue into her pussy, lapping at her juices. She was so wet. I slid first one, then quickly a second finger in to her, whilst licking her clit and all around her pussy lips. Her legs wrapped around my head, and I could only just hear my name being called, and then “Oh my god, I’m coming again”. I think my tongue registered that fact before my ears heard it as another jet of her love juices flooded my mouth. Not only was Jen a GILF, she’d also be described as a squirter!
I continued licking until I felt the pressure from her thighs relaxing. I looked up to a beautiful smile, and she asked me to “make love to me please”.
That sounded so much sexier than “Fuck me” which all the younger women I’d fucked had generally asked, and I certainly was ready to do so. I climbed up her body, kissing her tummy as I went, then her nipples and then a full blown, French kiss, letting Jen taste herself on my tongue and lips. My cock, without any direction, slid in to her pussy. I went all the way in and stopped, to let her get used to having a cock inside her again. I lifted myself up on my arms, looking down at this beautiful lady, who returned my smile. I slowly started to pump in and out. She was tight, and I could feel her pussy gripping my cock as it slid in and out. I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to cum. “You feel so good Jen” I whispered “Can I cum inside you?”
“Please” was her only response. She started to match my movement, lifting her arse of the bed to meet my thrusts. Her legs and arms wrapped around me, pulling me deep in to her as I came. I continued to pump into her, filling her pussy with my cum, and as I did, another orgasm rippled through her body.
After a few minutes, where we just held each other in silence, I rolled off, my semi-hard cock, audibly popping out of her, leaving a thread of cum across her thigh. A rested on an elbow, looking at my latest lover. She (as I) was covered in sweat, her skin glistening and radiant. She smiled, looking happy and content. “Thank you, that was wonderful. I haven’t felt like that for years, you’ve made me feel like a woman again”.
“Thank you” I said, “that was the first time I’ve made love, rather than just having sex, this year. It felt fantastic, and you are simply beautiful”.
We lay together on the bed, kissing and hugging for about 30 minutes, before Jen got up and got us both a beer, which we sat in bed drinking and chatting. She told me how she hadn’t been able to have sex with Dan for about 3 years before he died, and prior to that it had only been a “on special occasions” thing for a good few years. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed it. She asked what was wrong between me and Sharon, and I told her….everything. I even told her about Maggie, Sam and Jackie, which she loved hearing about, asking me for details about the threesome, and wondering out loud what it would be like with another woman “Perhaps we could find out one day” I said, half-jokingly. A very sexy “Maybe” was the positive response I got.
Having finished our beer, Jen asked when Sharon was due back “Not until late tonight” I advised “Great, so you’ve got time to have sex with me again….not make love to me, but have sex with me”.
I didn’t answer, I simply took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. This time certainly wasn’t love making – this was carnal desire taking over. Again I sucked on her nipples, but this time, whilst doing so I frigged her pussy with two fingers, bringing her off again as I could hear my fingers squelching in and out of her. I flipped her over, and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. I took my cock in hand, positioning it at the entrance to her slit. “I’m going to give you a good hard fucking this time you sexy fucking bitch”. I slid into her, again burying my cock up to my balls. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out. “God yes, fuck me you bastard, fuck me hard. I’m your bitch, fuck me”. Her foul mouthed talk just added to the atmosphere. This was sex, good and proper.
I pulled out and moved around to her face. “Suck you juices off my cock” I demanded, and she did. She again only took an inch or so into her mouth, but after a while, she slowly took a little more with each bob of her head, until she took my full length into her throat. She gagged. She only did it once, but it felt good.
She climbed on top, squatting over my cock. She took it and guided herself down on to it. She only took the head in to start, teasing me. She looked down, still smiling, telling me “Your granny bitch is going to make you cum again”. She lowered herself down, then started riding me like a bucking bronco. She was slamming down on my cock so hard it actually began to hurt a little, but the cum started to rise and it wasn’t long until I grabbed her waist and thrust up into her, shooting my load deep inside her again. “Fuck yes, I can feel you coming” she screamed, slumping forwards on top of me, then kissing me deeply.
After we recovered, I looked over to the clock. It was gone 5 – we’d been in bed for over 4 hours, I’d cum twice, and as far as I could tell, Jen had at least 4 orgasms. I hadn’t spent 4 hours in bed with Sharon since our honeymoon, so when I was asked “Can I be your lover”, I said yes, but of course no one can know, and we would have to be very careful so Sharon wouldn’t find out.
She hugged me and kissed me passionately “You don’t mind having a pensioner for a lover do you?”
“Of course not, but you will have to do everything I say or ask. Can you do that?”
“Sounds naughty, but OK. Now, your clothes should be dry. Why don’t you have a shower, and I’ll go and make us some dinner. After we’ve had that, maybe we could make love again before Sharon gets home” and with that she got up, putting her dressing gown on, and headed off to cook dinner.
We had a nice slap up meal of steak and chips, and a bottle of wine together, before sitting and chatting. She shared some stories about things she’d done before meeting Dan – she’d been a bit of a girl in her day. As she described in detail the things she done, including fucking two guys on a train one night, I got hard again. I got my cock out as she talked, and started to wank myself “Oh, I see you are ready for me again”. She stood up and got undressed there in the living room – she really was beautiful. We made love again on the sofa that evening, a very slow, loving fuck with lots of kissing and touching. I was going to enjoy this relationship, and It gave me a reason to stay with Sharon for a bit longer, certainly until I could afford to get a place of my own after any divorce.
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