Pat Revisited Part two
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It was time to revisit my seventy-three-year-old ex.
On the way down, I stopped for a coffee and a bite to eat. I checked my phone for messages. There was one, a photograph of a nice ass in white cotton panties. Not Pat's.
When I reached Pat's door, I was an hour late, and Pat made sure I knew. "Where the fuck have you been?" I could see her nipples pushing against her thin sweater, so I clamped the right one between my thumb and finger.
"Fuck me, that hurts," Pat squealed.
I used Pat's nipple to pull her to me. Our tongues fought, and I had a good feel of Pat's breasts. "Show them to me," I told Pat and pulled harder on her nipple until it slipped from my grasp.
Pat gave me a peck on the lips, "You can do what you want with them later. A tit fuck would be nice. We haven't done that for a long time. First, there is someone I want you to meet."
Pat took me to another part of the complex, where I met Alice. Alice was a small petite lady with greying hair, maybe in her fifties. "You sort of know Alice," Pat told me.
"I do?"
Pat asked if Liam was home. "Liam is Alice's husband," Pat told me. Alice said he was out. "Bend over the chair," Pat directed Alice.
Alice was reluctant but did Pat's bidding. "Maybe this will jog your memory."
Pat pulled Alice's slacks down to her knees.
I recognized the white cotton panties and ass as the one in the photograph. There was a difference; these panties had a damp patch. Alice mumbled something I didn't hear, but I did hear Pat's response. She slapped Alice's ass and snapped, "Shut the fuck up."
Alice squealed, and Pat asked if I would like a feel. I wanted to, but I wasn't sure I should.
"Don't worry about Alice," Pat said.
I couldn't resist and gave Alice's ass a rub, and then ran my finger between Alice's pussy lips. It made her panties wetter.
"Get up, Alice."
Alice was much quicker getting up than she was bending over. Poor Alice looked embarrassed as she pulled her slacks up and fastened them.
Liam, a stern-looking man, arrived home a few minutes later.
"Liam doesn't know his wife is going to be a slut," Pat whispered.
Pat and I stayed for coffee and went back to Pat's place.
"They seem a nice couple. What do you mean Alice is going to be a slut?" I asked Pat.
"She will be. We have a few things planned for her."
"We?" I asked.
"The group, remember?"
Pat was part of a small group. Three married couples, her and a man called Leo. They share each other.
Pat gave me a little insight. Alice was fifty-three. Des was four years older and had cheated on Alice before. She was shy, and Pat was trying to ease Alice out of her shyness. They watch porn and have had a little one on one time together.
"What about a man?" I asked.
"Leo felt her tits for a few seconds, but that was over her clothes. Apart from that, no-one since she was married."
"And what are your plans?"
Pat told me one of her friends would lure Liam away with the promise of a fuck while Alice was gangbanged. "Throw her in at the deep end," Pat smiled.
"That's what they want, but I would prefer you fucked her first and broke her in. Or she at least sucked your dick. Four cocks might be too intimidating for the first time," Pat said.
"And what makes you think Alice will say yes to me?"
"I will tell her. Alice needs a bit of a push, that's all."
Pat got on her phone and sent a text. "There," she said. "I told Alice to say she had to go to the store or something. She will pick you up at the main gate in half an hour."
Alice picked me up, and we drove to a quiet spot and parked.
"I can't stay long. Liam is expecting me home.'"
I could tell Alice was nervous., so I asked her to take a walk. We walked a few steps, and I put my arm around her shoulders. In turn, she put her arm around the small of my back and her head on my chest.
Alice looked up at me, smiled, and I kissed her. It was an excellent first kiss: soft, tender, a little passion, and tongue. When we broke, Alice asked if I knew what Pat wanted. I didn't think Pat would have told Alice about the gangbang, so I said, "No, what?"
"Pat wants..." Alice looked away and then back at me. "Pat wants me to let you fuck me."
"And what do you want?" I asked.
"I don't want to be the wife that sits at home, taken for granted anymore. Liam has cheated on me before, and I think he is seeing another woman now. I deserve some fun myself. So if you want to, I'm willing to let you fuck me."
Alice and I kissed again, and I held her well-shaped ass cheeks in my hands. Alice's time was too limited to do anything then. We drove back, but Alice confessed she was wet and on the verge of having an orgasm. She grabbed me and kissed me. My hand went along her thighs under her dress. By the time I reached her panties, Alice's legs were open, and she was moaning.
"I want to do it. Now," Alice said, pushing her hips forward.
I did too, but there were people around. I dared to push two fingers into Alice's cunt. Within seconds she screamed, "Oh god, oh fuck," and I felt her juices running over my fingers. Alice's body went rigid, and her pussy muscles held onto my fingers.
All I could think was how good it would be with my cock in her cunt and not my fingers. It wasn't great timing, but at least Alice managed an orgasm. She promised to make it up to me, but she had to go. I arrived at Pat's still supporting an erection. We didn't speak; I didn't have to. Pat knew my predicament and took me to her bedroom.
"Get on the bed," she told me. I laid down, and Pat got my cock out. "Do you want to waste time with foreplay, or just fuck?"
"Fuck," I said.
Pat climbed on the bed and me. It felt good to have Pat's cunt surrounding my cock again. She rode me using long slow strokes., and then her energy defied her seventy-three-years. She pounded my dick until I came.
After, Pat joked, "It's been a long time since we did that fully clothed."
Pat made coffee, and I asked if she saw anyone besides the guy in her group. Last time she told me she fucking a friend's son.
"Trevor, he is a nice guy. You will like him. He's a titman too. In fact, he is coming around tonight. Why don't you stay?"
It was going to be two hours before Trevor was due. I took the opportunity to go back to my motel to freshen up and change. When I got back, Trevor was already there. It didn't surprise me. Nothing Pat does now shocks me; Trevor could only be forty at the most.
After a couple of beers, we were talking like old friends. Pat made us both comfortable. She was quite happy to let us both grab her ass or feel her tits. Porn playing on the TV by the fourth beer, and the talk was getting much looser.
Pat got up to get some more beers. "She still has a great pair of tits, hasn't she?" Trevor said.
"Yes, she does," I replied.
"And a great ass. You know, to grab hold of and pull her closer. Get that last bit of cock into her cunt."
Then Trevor asked a question I didn't know how to answer. He asked if I had fucked Pat yet. Pat came back and saved me. She asked what we were talking about, and Trevor told her what he had asked. Pat didn't hide anything. She told him we had and not long ago.
Trevor's reaction was to tell Pat to take her shirt off. The shirt came off, and Pat placed it over the back of a chair. As per usual, Pat wasn't wearing a bra.
"Wait," Trevor said. He took his phone out and took a photo of Pat. "For the guy's at work," he told me.
I looked at Pat, "It's alright. They have lots of pictures of me."
"Time for some fun," Trevor said. He sat on the armrest of the couch, "You know what to do."
Pat walked over to Trevor and undid his jeans. She filled her mouth with Trevors cock, and Trevor filled his hands with Pat's tits.
Trevor looked at me with a smile on his face as he reached around and inched Pat's skirt up. Finally, Pat was bareassed. Trevor eased himself from under Pat. She remained bending over, with her hands on the arm to support her.
"I don't want to sound unfriendly, but Pat and I have things to do. You are welcome to fuck her before you go, but not in the ass. I am going to fuck that tonight. And don't cum in her cunt; I don't want sloppy seconds. Make her swallow it."
It sounded strange, being told what I can do with Pat, and Pat didn't say anything. Ex or not, I still enjoy fucking Pat, so I slid my cock into her waiting cunt and fucked her doggy. I came over Pat's face. Some cum landed in her mouth for her to taste.
I wished them an excellent night and left.
To be continued with Alice.
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Kevin and Pat always reserved a special time an Saturday for playing around, and this week was no exception. Pat is a little cutie at 5 foot 4 inches and a shade under 120.She has brown almost straight shoulder length hair and big deep brown eyes. Her chest was nice for her body some where around 34c.She has nice well rounded hips and a nice tight ass with long muscular legs with came from the exercise that she has done.Her husband Kevin is also a strong man. He is 5foot 8 inches tall and...
Later that week, pat had come home late from having lunch with the girls, we were setting their talking and she got up to go outside and leaned over to give me a kiss. As soon as she did I could smell the great smell of pussy on her face. I ask what she had been doing and this is what she had to say. After lunch she and Betty had went over to Betty and Jeds house for some some fun, she said they were giving the same show to Jed as they had for me. The only thing was Betty had already told him...
Pat and the cold room. "What do you mean, I'm not enough of a masochist?" We were tussling thatspring over what it all meant. I don't think Pat knew about Janne, but I wasdissatisfied in general and ready for something to happen. Pat was a smallblonde woman, in her thirties then, pretty and sweet but not too adventurousto that point. More so than the woman I'd been married to when I met her. "Ilike a good spanking as much as anyone." I looked at her and didn't say anything. "Okay," shesaid,...
XXVIII. Departures. It was one of those mornings that seem unable to decide what it wants to be. Halfway to the airport, a fine rain blew up against the windshield of the pick-up. A few miles later, the sun unexpectedly broke out from a temporary gap in the impregnable line of gray clouds massed like battleships laying siege on the horizon It had finally been agreed that Phoebe would return to New Jersey and sign in to an outpatient rehab clinic. At the same time, she would take...
It was towards the end of the school day and since I started earlier than the rest of the students I got to leave at two instead of three thirty like the other students. I was headed to the Drama Clubs changing room where Pat had left her school clothes there for me as our plan. I had been a little stressed out about impersonating Pat because she's a brunette and although I was now one too, my hair hadn't been quite as long as hers. Luckily Pat had no qualms about getting a new hair style...
Many have asked for Carol’s side of the story. You will understand this story much better if you first read ‘Thoughts’. Thank you to Estragon who always makes my stories a much better read. **** My name is Carol Beal. I read the story that my deceased husband wrote and would like to straighten out a few facts, or at least give a different opinion. First of all, I still consider him my husband and always will. I truly loved him, no matter what anyone else thinks. I’ve read many reader...
Many readers had suggestions about both Dorothy and George. What they should do and not do. Most just wanted to here it all from Dorothy’s point of view. What would make a woman think the way she did? Here is Dorothy’s story after the reunion. Dorothy speaks: After George spoke at the reunion I felt thoroughly humiliated. The bad part is I totally deserved it. Paul, the so called love of my life wasn’t any wall of protection by any means. My friends Dixie and Joe just sat there completely...
Postal Pleasures By Beagle9690 April 2018 After twenty years of marriage, my wife left me for a man she met while attending nursing college. I was the breadwinner for all twenty, and she was the “bored,” her words, stay at home wife for sixteen. That’s ironic, because she quit her job, shortly after we were married. She was a college student for the last four. My married life ended like a damn soap opera! The day the heartless harlot received her diploma, as a registered nurse, at fifty...
The explanation / justification for my having the nerve to write a sequel to ‘Roomers’ is summarized at the beginning of Ch. 01. I hope I’ve slipped in enough back-story so that you don’t have to have read the first series to enjoy this follow-up. On the other hand, if you’re a ‘Roomers’ virgin, it would certainly help to scroll through it quickly. Two points: remember to vote and remember I respond to non-anonymous feedback. * ‘How come you spend so much time lookin’ outa that dam’...
The explanation / justification for my having the nerve to write a sequel to ‘Roomers’ is summarized at the beginning of Ch. 01. I hope I’ve slipped in enough back-story so that you don’t have to have read the first series to enjoy this follow-up. On the other hand, if you’re a ‘Roomers’ virgin, it would certainly help to scroll through it quickly. Two points: remember to vote and remember I respond to non-anonymous feedback. * Beautiful afternoon. I was in position on the rug, thinking...