2 comments/ 11016 views/ 2 favorites In Praise of Hope By: Momstheboss Hope is our church choir director. I have known her for 20+ years. Early on she was my children's puppet team director. Back then, I found her to be a bit scatterbrained, moody and quick to provoke for the smallest of reasons. She was married with two children but that did not stop her from becoming quite close to a man that co-directed the puppet team with her. I never felt they had been sexually intimate, physically, but Hope's husband was definitely upset over their closeness and the fellow's wife had enough concern to demand that they change churches. Hope's husband was 8 to 10 years older than she and it appeared that she leaned towards the older male. I am 64 now. Hope is 50 now and has been a widow a few years. She recently became engaged and is soon to be married, again to an older man, Andre. After her husband passed away, Hope seemed to mature. She ceased her lapses into baby talk, which could be annoying, and was less inclined to lose control of her temper. Somewhere along the years I began to like her and, I think, she began to like me. Our feelings of late could actually be termed as "fond of each other". I had been tempted to leave the choir a number of times, but my fondness for Hope and my constant search for new song for solos or duets kept me going. I also enjoyed teasing her at every opportunity. As example; Hope, when directing the choir could not prevent the rhythm of the music from being reflected in the movement of her hips. With a large rear end and wide hips it had been the blunt of more than one humorous comment. One evening, she was showing us the rhythm she wanted for a particular section of music with her arms and, as usual, the sway of her hips. To me, it was quite provocative and humorous. Stopping the music, telling us that "was" the rhythm she wanted, I said, "could we see that rhythm one more time!" She knew exactly what I was referring to and stuck her tongue out at me. That particular time I took note of the reaction of the people in the choir, few laughed or smiled, and I took note to be more careful with the subject of ribbing. Another time, I entered the choir room and saw Hope showing 4 or 5 of the older women a good portion of her breast that was of concern to her. After a moment or two I said, "hey girl, this room is co-ed!" She jumped and covered up quickly. Later, I was telling one of my friends in the tenor section that my wife and I were going to IHOPS after choir practice. Hope overheard me and piped up, "can I come?" To which I replied, "certainly! I feel like I owe you dinner anyway!" The older women understood what I was talking about and busted out laughing making Hope blush. As with any director, teacher or speaker, I glue my eyes to them. My mind may be a thousand miles away but my eyes are on them. I do the same with Hope and I think it makes her uncomfortable at times. I'll admit here and now that, yes, I have thought of her sexually. It could be I'm transmitting that interest with my eyes. This past Sunday we ordained two deacons and we were lined up placing our hands on them. Hope was sitting on a front pew at the end and as I stepped in front of her, and after my wife spoke to her, I looked down at her. I gave no smile I just looked into her eyes, hoping the look on my face was of loving fondness. She looked back into my eyes for long moments. Her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly changing her expression and she blinked once before she looked down. As I sat at the back of the church, I could see her playing the piano, another one of her jobs. When she was not playing the piano, she was clearly looking back at me. I began to wonder if the look I had given her was going to bit me on the ass. The next day I received a call. It was indeed Hope. "Hello Jedediah. This is Hope." She said after I answered hello. "Hello, Miss Hope." We very seldom talked on the phone but I recognized her voice instantly. I was prepared to tell her that I was facing the congregation and did not want to appear too familiar with her. Plus, my wife was right there. It was lame but it's all I had! My fondness for Hope is well known by a good many of the congregation, plus, undoubtedly the whole choir. We talk often between services but I do try to keep my distance concerning her when there is a crowd. I was waiting for the reason of why she was calling. It took a course I was not expecting.. "What was with that look yesterday?" She challenged. "You're a married man and your wife was right there!" I threw out the first option and instead said, "There are two ways into a woman's soul. One is through her eyes. We have gone through the gamut of feelings between us. I was just searching for the most recent one. That, and to convey my feeling towards you." "Words spoken in jest are still telling. I must protect my image, but you must know how I feel about you. Anyway, you made me very uncomfortable." "I apologize!" I said with sincerity. She said. "So, what did you discover, looking into my soul?" "That if I was not married, I might have had a chance?" I answered with a tone of question rather than answer. "Yes." She answered with convection. She let the answer hang a moment, then. But we both know that's impossible and is going to be even doubly impossible in another two months." She answered. "And you'd have to give up your crush on Erin! You make me crazy! And by the way, before I hang up on you, what is the other way into a woman's soul?" "It involves a lady part and an orgasm." I answered, throwing caution to the wind. "I ought to tell your wife!" She threatened, realistically I thought. "Well, before you do that and definitely before you get married will you have lunch with me?" I queried, again throwing caution to the wind and being extremely forward, like, I had never come close to before. "You are a piece of work!" She rallied negatively. "I suppose you even want to take me to your favorite buffet in Carolina. How do you explain me to your friends down there? I would have to take off a day from teaching to do that! And Andre, what do I tell him? Being engaged is the same thing as being married! Dammit! You're making my life difficult! I don't like difficult! And I adore Della." "Is that a yes?" I queried. Long moments of silence. "Can you do Thursday? I'm already off Thursday and will be finished doing what I need to do by 9 o'clock." She said with surrender in her tone. Hope left her car in the parking lot of her doctor's building. I pointed the nose of my truck south as we were indeed going to my favorite buffet in Carolina It looked as if it might rain. I explained to her that no one was going to ask who she was and if they did we would tell the truth. She was the music director and we needed to discuss the upcoming holiday season concerning our music. For the next hour and 20 minutes, I kept her talking about her mother being recently put into a rest home, a daughter living in Florida, her son living locally and her upcoming wedding. I said she needed someone. I told her I liked her new haircut and wished her a happy birthday, her 50th .. I told her about the grandchildren, our travel plans - Della's and mine - and songs I had discovered and wanted to sing. Our conversation continued through a most delicious buffet lunch. It started to rain - a nice soft thick mist all day type of rain. I noticed a few glances our way from the owner and his sister, but as I had expected and told Hope there were no inquiries. I knew they might come later! I pulled out of the driveway of the restaurant heading back north. 2 miles down the highway I pulled into a boat ramp area of the Meherrin River. Deserted on this chilly early November day, I eased the nose of the truck to the end of the boat ramp at the water's edge and shut off the engine. "What an absolutely beautiful place." Hope said. "And the rain makes everything seem so quiet and peaceful." I sat quietly for many long minutes allowing Hope to enjoy the tranquility of the place and alone with her thoughts. "I can see why you like it down here so much." She finally said breaking the silence. "You come down here every Friday like clockwork, don't you?" "May I kiss you?" I asked in a quiet loving tone. With a moment of hesitancy, she turned towards me and as I started to lean over the console separating the bucket seats the seatbelt stopped me short. Hope closed the distance and we kissed long but softly. I reached to undo my seatbelt as we kissed, as did she. I reached behind her head with my left hand tenderly and kissed her with a bit more passion. As is the puzzle with most "first kisses" in a secure location, just how far should I press. I pushed the tip of my tongue to her lips and to my great relief her lips parted and her tongue met mine. We struggled to get closer but the console was like the Great Wall of China. Optimistic about her response thus far, I pressed on and moved my left hand to her shoulder, down her arm and over to cup her right breast. Her right hand went to my chest but she did not push me away, did not issue a negative moan. There was no pressure whatsoever, so I deemed it an intimate touch and began to squeeze her breast tenderly. I was aware of her dress pants early on, but now I despised them and wondered if she had worn them on purpose. Still, possibilities existed and hopeful of not being halted, I slipped my hand under her heavy sweater and continued my attention to her breast. Her increased breathing and her tongue fencing with mine gave me peace of mind and the desire to push the envelope. But deep down inside I knew you could only do so much in the front seat of a Tacoma, extended cab. With me thinking of which avenue to venture down, the hand on my chest did push me away. It did not feel like a rigid jester of "stop" but a softer "give me a second". I backed away slightly and she gently pulled my arm and hand from underneath her sweater. Then, she reached up under her sweater and unclipped the front of her bra. She reached to bring me back into the fold and I found, slipping my hand back under the sweater, not one, but two bare, warm, ample breasts to fondle and play with, finding Hope's nipples large and standing firm. But, like all good fantasies they come to an end. Breaking our kiss, intending to lift Hope's sweater and gaze upon the breast I had been toying with, maybe making an attempt to suckle one or both, I caught the flash of blue in my rearview mirror. With the windows of my shell fogged up, I assured Hope all was well and opened the door to the truck, exiting with both hands in the air. I approached the patrol car. "Hey Jed! I thought it was your truck setting down here. You by yourself?" Carl, one of five County Sheriff deputies, queried. "Good to see you, Carl." I offered in greeting, dropping my hands "No. Me and a friend - a lady friend - just enjoying a rainy day by the river." "If I'd known that, I left you be!" The deputy said apologetically. "Hey, you gotta check things out!" I said. "Apologize to the lady. I'm out of here!" The blue lights died as Carl put the patrol car in reverse. I watched him go and then reentered the truck only slightly damp from the interruption. But the interruption was enough to break the moment. I found her sitting straight, her seatbelt back in place, and no doubt her bra clipped back together. Her words confirmed it. "It's getting late, Jedediah." I suppose, we should start heading back. It would have been crazy to argue. I felt very fortunate the way the afternoon had gone. Driving back north, I told her about the river systems in the area, about the history of the restaurant, how it used to take an hour and a half just to get an order of fried chicken. But I never cared because the country atmosphere and the food were good. I told her I wished some other time we'd have the opportunity to drive down some of the back roads, and, how each season made the countryside look different. My heart sank when I did not receive the hoped for response of, "that would be fun" or "me too". The time driving back seemed to pass in a flash. I pulled into a parking spot next to her car determined that this would not be the last time to be with her. "Hope, I know this is crazy, but I would really like to spend some more time with you." I said, making it quite clear what I desired with my next words. "To be with you. Do you understand?" "I know what you want to hear. I want to be saying it." She began. "But it would be impossible to arrange." "Maybe not as hard as you think. I've been thinking," I proposed. "Della is going to be out-of-town in two weeks. I know you go down and spend the night near your mother's home when she's going to see a doctor. We could get a motel room just as you do - problem solved." Hope sat thinking for a few long minutes that seemed like an eternity. I sat studying her, thinking of the passionate way she had kissed me, and the warmth of her breasts. "I know which motel would be safe." She finally said. "I'll get the number to you. Check your email tomorrow morning. Get us a room behind the motel. Let me know the date as soon as you can, okay?" "Okay." I replied, taking her left hand, squeezing it tenderly and kissing it lightly. I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes after Hope had left. I thought of her words, "and you'd have to give up your crush on Erin", aka Song Bird. I'd had a crush on Erin since I had met her in her early 20s. Hell, Erin's mother knew it and teased, "you two behave yourselves", whenever we met to practice a duet. My wife even knew it! She used to tease me about my crush on the young blonde with a large bubble ass. My wife even pointed her out one Sunday as she crossed the parking lot to her car, wearing ultra-thin white dress pants, her polka-dotted underwear clearly showing through the material. "What was that girl thinking" I laughed. I don't know why but I always imagined Erin wearing bikini underwear, and that pair of underwear covered her whole ass! I should not have been surprised that Hope had picked up on my crush on the young girl. Hope or Erin? I was sure glad I didn't have to make that choice. My wife was fit and trim, 5'9" and 138 pounds. It made me wonder why I was attracted to the more "hefty" woman? Within a couple of days, the date was set and I had made reservations at the motel, in person and checking out the room. As luck would have it the following Sunday, after the Thursday we had had lunch, I did not have the opportunity to chat with Hope. We looked at each other often during the service. Wednesday night, choir practice, and again there was no time when we were alone. The Sunday before we were to meet on Tuesday I found her at the piano with no one near. "Alone at last." I said moving to the side of her pretending to look at the music and muttering the words on the paper. "It's a busy time of the year." She said. "But I feel like you're avoiding me?" "I'm hurt, pretty lady!" I replied, with humor in my tone. "I miss talking to you terribly!" I knew in the back of my mind that there would be second thoughts on her part, and on my part too. I had flirted with many women over my 40+ years of married life but I had never fooled around on my wife, until now. Then, she voiced it! "You're not having second thoughts are you?" "Of course not!" I replied with a little white lie. "Are you?" "I just feel bad lying to Andre. But, no, no serious second thoughts here." She assured me. I thought it best to change the subject and we chatted a few more minutes before we both headed for the choir room. I sat in the motel room watching TV waiting for Hope to arrive at 7 PM. The only light in the room was a lamp on the night table on the right-hand side of the bed, the bathroom side. Her knock finally came and I clicked the TV off before answering the door. Never to be surprised, I peeked through the curtain before opening the door. Happily, I saw her wearing a dark blue denim dress with straps over the shoulders, a white shirt underneath. She carried a small bag, which she dropped onto the chair. Closing the door, I turned and she was close. She kissed me tenderly. "I thought about your hand on my breast all the way down here!" She whispered, breaking our kiss and hugging me tightly. I backed her towards the bed. Her legs buckled as they came in contact with the bed and as she fell I had to catch myself. I dropped to my knees and pulled her to a sitting position. I put my arms around her ample hips and put my head in her lap. "Hope, I wanted this for so long." I whispered, as she toyed with my hair. "I can't believe it is happening!" I pushed myself up moving over her causing her to let back once more. She scooted her ass back quickly across the bed. I followed her and her legs came up and engulfed me as she gathered up her dress using both hands, pulling it up and clear, revealing snow-white underwear. Never having seen her legs, I glanced quickly down, finding them milky white and smooth. We kissed passionately and were soon dry humping, she getting more direct stimulation causing her breathing to increase and voicing numerous moans. My heart was racing, amazed that Hope had become aroused so quickly. I had expected a subdued, a more shy, Hope and a much slower progression, but then it struck me that the lady was passionate about anything she did. I began to envy Andre. I reached to fumble with my zipper. I was ecstatic that I had decided to go commando, there was not going to be any briefs to fight with. Aware of what I was doing, and having achieved it, Hope reached with her left hand and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. I placed the head of my cock at the bottom of her labia and pulled it up between the crack until the head of my cock punctuated ever so slightly the entrance to her pussy. I pushed into her slowly. The firmness of her kiss and her moan increased proportionately with the depth of my penetration, ending with a contended sigh. Coupled, holding my cock deep into her, she stilled beneath me and pulled her lips from mine, breathing slowly but lustfully in my ear. After long moments, I felt her pelvis push against me and I began to stroke into her slowly. "Just for a few minutes, Jedediah." She whispered. "I don't want to reveal my soul to you quite yet. Don't push too hard against me or I will come. I just want to enjoy your cock the way you're doing it - nice and slow." "Have no fear, my sweet." I assured her. "The night is young." I did test the waters a bit, toying with her resolve! Occasionally, I pushed deep pressing firmly against her, causing her to inhale deeply and moan with determined restraint in her tone. "I told you not to do that!" She whispered, with a teacher's scorn. "If you fear you are a one orgasm woman, dismiss the thought!" I assured her. "You're not getting out of this room without at least three or four. I have plans for you that your mother was too embarrassed to tell you about." "You're bad!" She chastised teasingly. "I'll hold you to that! I'm ready if you are. Just keep it slow." With her permission, I no longer toyed with her. I began to pull mostly out of her, pushing slowly back into her, applying pressure to her pussy and, I hoped, clit. Passive, only in the movement of her ass, her breathing and moans relayed her pleasure to my ears. "Lordy! Lordy! Lordy! Don't stop!" She begged. How many times I pumped into her this way I don't know, as I didn't keep count. Somewhere along the way her hands gripped my jeans and pulled me tight against her as her ass pushed hard against my cock. I followed her rhythm and we began fucking strenuously, but my cock never pulled out of her more than a half inch. I felt the elastic of her panties against the shaft of my cock. In Praise of Hope Ch. 02 After the fiasco with Erin, a.k.a. Songbird, it had taken months for life to return to normal. True to her word my wife was making an effort to give me more pussy, much to my delight. I thought there would be a lot of animosity between my wife and Erin but to my wife's credit she took it in stride, having to see Erin most Sundays at church, and Erin and I singing together now and then. I made a very concerted effort to keep my eyes off of Erin and purposefully sat to the right of my wife so she could see if my head should turn in Erin's direction. The only chance I had to actually look on her pretty face was when she was leading the congregation. I made sure my wife was near whenever I talked to Erin, in person or on the phone. As always though, I continued my friendly and ribbing relationship with Hope, exchanging glances and talking to her whenever I could. It had been over a year since we had been intimate. Hope was funny in that she at times could appear distant, moody or in a daze, making me think that I had said or done something. She rarely confided in me about life in general - family and such - unless I asked her directly. Many times I would learn things by listening to her open up to the choir ladies, unlike Erin who would tell me her troubles any time the opportunity presented itself, before and after our affair and she seemed to appreciate my concern and guidance. I always thanked her for her trust. When Hope was in one of these moods and are eyes met, her looks were vacant. At these times, I usually let time take its course and then, the next time I saw her, Hope would be Hope again. Early one morning, Sunday, after the early service I arrived at church and as usual found Hope in the sanctuary. I greeted her and we hugged as she sat at the organ. I asked, ""Are you doing good, Sugar." In due course, she told me about her upcoming anniversary and three-day trip to the mountains of Virginia. I was a bit put off because Wednesday choir practice was going to be counseled due to her trip and jokingly told her so.. She also told me about their vacation plans coming up the next month - Boston as usual where Andre's kin lived. She did not appear to be excited about either trip. I told her, if we did not talk later, to have a good anniversary, to be safe, and that I would miss her. A little after the conversation she left the sanctuary and I sat in the back of the church watching the early service, music director, John, sort through his music on the stage. Hope, after some minutes, returned to the sanctuary and started to walk back towards me. Her peripheral vision picked up John on the stage causing her to make an about-face. She left the sanctuary again and soon John departed. Hope returned and I watched her, again, walking across the sanctuary seemingly in a daze towards the piano. She did not look in my direction. I knew something was up with Hope. With the two of us alone in the sanctuary I listened to her practice for about 20 minutes. A musical prodigy she was quite good and the music was very moving. When two ladies entered the sanctuary Hope stopped playing and I hollered across the sanctuary a thank you, telling her I did not expect a concert this morning. She said, seemingly to talk to the ladies, that she had tried to get her husband, Andre, to play the trumpet with the choir but he had put her off. Her tone was a depressed, sad sound indeed! I thought about her, which I did quite often of course, through the week as I did not see her until the following Sunday. I went looking and found her in the choir room. I sat down at the back of the small room without speaking as her back was turned and she had not seen me yet. She soon turned. "Hello, Jedediah." She said upon seeing me. Her tone neutral. "And how is Miss Hope this fine Sunday morning?" I asked. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine." Was her simple answer. A male member of the church stopped by the door and stepped in a few feet, asked Hope a question, which I don't remember, the question or the answer, then, thanked her and began to close the door as he left. "James!" I said sternly catching his attention. "Please, leave that door open if you would." "Sure! Sure! No problem." He replied, and I felt that he had caught the gist of my concern with being in a room with a woman that was not a relative are such. He left. Hope walked the length of the room and shut the door. "Thank you Jed." She said quietly approaching the chair in front of me and sitting down. "I appreciate your concern." "Are you going to tell me why you are acting like someone shot your dog?" "We didn't make love." She said in a near whisper. "We had a beautiful room in the mountains - a wonderful dinner - a fireplace - a whirlpool! He said he was tired. I had on new laced bra and panties that would take your breath away! And he said he was tired." I could not help it you understand, but my mind went to the scene of Hope standing in the middle of a motel room showing Andre her new outfit. I knew she liked full style panties. What a sight that must have been, those panties on her broad ass. I found it hard to believe Andre had passed! But I always found Andre boring as hell. "Well, you know us old guys. We do get tired sometimes." I said, trying not to make too light of the situation. "I know one person who would never be so tired he could not at least eat my pussy." She said as low as she could and me still hear. She was not smiling. "That seems like a life time ago, sugar." I sympathized. "The weekend is not over! There is still tonight?" "Not on his life! He knows I'm mad at him." She retorted. "That's one way to make sure you don't get any loving!" I returned sarcastically. "Now, are you feeling better that you have gotten that out of your system? Can we please open that door now?" I was really quite concerned my wife might happen by. "What the hell, Jedediah!" Hope seethed with a distressed tone. "What do I have to do - sit my ass on a silver platter for you?" "Yes, under the circumstances, I suppose you do." I returned with concern, maybe even disbelief in my tone. "Arrange it dammit!" She commanded. "A weekday - just tell me when and where." Hope reopened the door returned to her normal place at the front of the room, just a minute before the choir members started entering the room for practice. I sat there studying the 51-year-old Hope, thinking, it would probably be easier to set up the meeting than to try to talk her out of the nonsense. There was no question my desire for her was still there. Unlike Andre, I never let a lady go wanting. Things were more complicated than Hope knew! In the mix, was my wife forgiving me for my dalliance with the cute, sexy and young Erin, and doing her best to give me more pussy, and now officially married Hope wanting to renew our clandestine sexual relationship - a relationship with an older woman my wife, I knew, would never forgive. I had had a long lasting erection with Hope the few times we fucked over a year ago. My health had changed. I had pill-ed up with Erin without any complications with my other prescriptions, but, without the pills, my wife was more than happy with a 15 or 20 minute erection satisfying my desire to be inside her, then, giving her an orgasm without the rigors of passionate intercourse. I cheated death, I figured, but did not want to push my luck. The question now was, do I approach the situation without the pills, showing Hope that were sexual consequences for having a preference for the older man. Would Hope accept the same approach I had with my wife? THEN, there was no way in the world I could keep up a long sexual relationship with Hope. If I did, there was no way in hell it would remain secret and a dalliance with an older woman would never be accepted by my wife. Erin's youth had not threatened her. After church services, I told my wife I needed to shake someone's hand. The congregation had pretty much cleared out and as I passed the organ I whispered to Hope to call me. The phone rang around 11 o'clock the next day, Monday. "Good morning Jedediah." I heard her say with a tone that was just as depressed as the day before. "And good morning to you also, pretty lady." I returned. "Are you sure about what you're wanting to do? You know how I feel about you! It is agony when I don't see you twice a week and we don't talk or tease each other. But, damn girl! Are you sure you have thought this through? I'm one up, by the way!" "You're always one up." She replied. "If I thought about it, I wouldn't do it! You know where adultery will get you - HELL - with capital letters. I put you there already. I might as well join you. I don't want to think about it! You're the only man that has ever let me be myself in the bedroom. Just get us a motel room that's all I'm asking." I could almost see Hope holding up her free hand in a "just do it" manner. I told her it had already been done and I figured the same motel was far enough away to be safe, plus giving her a good excuse of visiting her mother should she be seen in the area. I told her Thursday and she told me she would work it out and see me there. "Do you have to go?" I asked her, not wanting to hang up quite yet. "Tell me about your trip to the mountains? Your honeymoon? Apparently that is what has you all riled up." "The trip was nice." She answered and a long second passed. "Do you know that Andre has never seen my pussy! Never saw his dearly departed wife's either. He's not a Quaker or Mormon for crying out loud! They dressed in separate rooms or in darkness and they fucked in darkness, never in the light of day or a light on. Can you believe that? " "Actually I can." I injected, controlling my desire to chuckle. "We had been seeing each other a year before he made a move on me. When I started undressing he freaked out - made me turn off the light - then after, go to the bathroom before he did with clothes to redress." "Is he good in bed?" I queried, wanting to hear what I suspected, but I got a mild surprise. "Actually, he is!" Hope replied. "He gets pretty carried away and for a few minutes I'm in heaven, but then he slows down - revs up again - slows down - revs up again over and over again until he comes. It's like I'm not even there and I have learned to get my orgasm in if I'm going to have one." "Does he finger you or eat her pussy?" I quizzed. "Does he talk at all?" "When I can't get my orgasm while he is revved up, I've finally taught him to finger me - my clit anyway - he won't stick his finger in me. And the only noise he makes is his heavy panting like he's going to croak." She replied, now laughing.. "Jed, you are so down to earth and real. I feel better already talking about it. " "So, you want me to cancel the motel room and we forget this foolishness?" I queried, actually hoping I was off the hook. "The hell I do!" She answered with a stern teacher's tone. "And don't stand me up!" With that, the subject changed and we talked about music for a while. I agreed to sing the up coming Sunday - Randy Travis's "A Point of Light". For my liking, Thursday came to quickly. I was hoping Hope might come to her senses and call the whole thing off. I left early and drove slowly towards Carolina. We were going to meet early at 7 AM. I had booked the room for Wednesday and Thursday so there would be no problem getting into the room at such an early hour. I arrived at 6:45 AM, having stopped at a fast food for coffee and breakfast, in case she was hungry. I heard a car and peeking through the window I saw it was Hope. I opened the door for her as she approached and she greeted me warmly, stepping through the door. She wore a flowered dress with a white background, buttoned from her waist up to her neck with a broad pink belt. She had had her hair cut between Sunday and this morning, which I found quite attractive as I liked her with short hair. She kicked her black flats off toward a chair as she tossed a small travel bag I had seem before after her shoes. "I'm glad to see you, Jedediah." She whispered lovingly as we hugged after I locked the door. I held her close. Curious, I asked. "You have any trouble getting away?" "Andre is in Boston." She replied. "How about you?" "Hey! When you're retired and your wife works your day is pretty much open." I replied. "So I don't have any other woman to compete with. Erin maybe!" She said eying me curiously. "Why would you say that?" I inquired with a thumping heart. "Just pulling your leg, Jedediah. I know how you feel about that little blonde bombshell. You call her "Songbird" I believe. You would throw me or your wife out of a window for a little taste of her broad ass." "You are sooo bad! You know better than that." I returned, chuckling and relieved. "Yes! I do." She said, pulling away for me gently. Hope backed away from me and reached to lift up the front of her dress, showing me she had no panties on, smiling mischievously. I felt fortunate to be looking upon her lavish bush once again. My crotch pulsed. She laughed girlishly as she dropped her dress and began to unbuckle the belt and then unbuttoned the dress. She dropped it off of her shoulders, stepping out of it and laying it neatly across the chair. With a quick snap at the front of her bra, there she stood - in her birthday suit - turning joyfully around in a circle for my appraisal. "You are one lovely lady!" I said in appraisal. "I have a fat ass, and you know it, but you love my pussy!" She said in her childish tone. "I love every inch of you - your ass too - but especially that fur coated pussy of yours." I said honestly. Hope danced towards the queen sized bed. Reaching the edge, she rolled on her shoulder and back across the bed with her legs stiffened and outstretched toward the ceiling. Coming to a halt, she flung both her knees back the other way keeping them tight together for a moment, before throwing her right knee wide, giving me a quick look at her pussy, then back together. I began to undress as I watched her move her right knee repeatedly, taunting me with quick peeks at her lavishly coated treasure. She slowed her openings until she lay there, her right knee pulled wide, her pussy unobstructed for viewing - invitingly. When I had tossed the last piece of my closing aside I closed quickly on the bed and literally jumped between her legs. I took hold of my cock, which surprised me with its firmness, and put it to her, entering her slowly. Hope wrapped her legs around my thighs, wrapping her toes around my legs, thus locking us together. I began to pump into her with a quick rhythm. Her ass matched my rhythm and we fucked for long minutes with abandonment. "Lord, I missed this freedom of being openly naked and able to let myself go and fuck myself silly!" She whispered with labored breath. "I miss having your legs around me. My cock inside of you." I offered, when actually I had no words to describe the lustful ecstasy I was feeling with this child of a woman. With limited movement, as she was hugging me to her, I kissed her neck and shoulders, cradling her in my arms, shoving my cock into her as deep as I could put it. I don't think either one of us was interested in orgasm. We just had to deplete the animal lust we were feeling. Eventually, I wore down - a.k.a my cock. I would liked to have said "we" wore down, but I haven't heard tell of a pussy yet that couldn't outlast a man's cock. I slowed down considerably but I felt like my cock was still firm - it was not. "Did I break it!" Hope said in her childish tone, lovingly. "Damn woman! I wasn't expecting you to try to kill me so quickly." I protested, now realizing I should have taken the damn pill. Is there no better way to die than between a woman's thighs. I pulled my limp cock out of her and we began to cuddle and kiss. I toyed with her pussy and she toyed with my cock. With the warmth and enthusiasm Hope showed, my cock soon regained its health and I maneuvered her to her knees. "I am scared out of my wits to suggest this to Andre." She joked, as I pushed against her ample ass. "Ohh yea! Push! He would probably have a heart attack and I'd be a widow again. I would insist you get a divorce." I wasn't sure if she was telling me to push or a vocal direction to herself. My cock went deep, much to her pleasure, irregardless. "And then you would love me to death and you would be a widow for the third time." I countered. "You had better suggest it to him. You might find he don't know how to ask - his sheltered life and all!" "I'm not a black widow, am I?" She questioned. "If I don't make it out of this room alive, you might be." I teased. "Where is that hand going?" "I'm going to play with my pussy." She informed me and her childish tone. Her actions, ass and moans worked their magic and I remained quite firm stroking into her and she fingered her clit. "Good Lord girl! I love your ass!" Hope spread her knees wider and lowered her torso to the bed with her face facing towards the left. Her posture gave me better access and I popped her ass in earnest. Fortune smiled upon me and the lady moaned in orgasm in another minute or two. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" She literally begged as the orgasm gripped her and evaporated. I continued shoving determinedly into her a few short minutes, almost coming myself. Then, I fucked her in a more leisurely fashion as I caressed her ass and told her how much I adored her and enjoyed her revealing her soul. "Aren't you going to come for me?" She questioned, moving forward to decouple us and turning on her back. "Are you in a hurry to get home?" I joked. "It's only been a little over an hour. When I come the fat lady's going to sing. And what do we have here!" I put my face to her pussy and began to explore with my tongue. Every woman has a taste and a scent that surmounts any sweet smelling soap or perfume she may use. Of the 3 or 4 I had the pleasure to bed long ago I have forgotten, but my wife, Erin and Hope I could, without doubt, pick out of a lineup of the fairer sex by their scent. I tested my ability of keeping Hope suspended, teasing, exploring and limiting the time of concentrating my tongue on her clit. No matter that she chastised me for playing. No matter that she begged me to make her - to let her - come, but when I pushed my tongue into her hole all was forgiven - and she begged me not to stop that particular torment. 20 or more minutes later the exhausted Hope groaned, her body levitating off the bed, in orgasm. "How am I ever going to be happy without a steady diet of that!" She sighed with a forlorn tone. "You're a good sport Hope." I offered. "My wife gets downright irritated when I do that to her." "Should I have a talk with her?" Hope offered back. "Oh yeah! You do that. But warn me so I can get out of Dodge." I retorted. We laid there for many long minutes, me, stroking her mound with my nose and tempting her to want more as I repeatedly moved my nose to her clit, she, curling my hair and toying with my ears. "Come up here and kiss me." She directed. The mixture of moving up between her warm thighs, her kissing me passionately with indifference to her vaginal fluids in my mouth and on my face and her guiding me into her pussy worked its magic and I began to fuck her with intensity and intent to come inside of her. I felt her arms hugging and lovingly stroking me as I lost myself. "Grab my ass." She whispered. "And don't worry about me or the weight. Just fuck me good and give me what I want." It took much longer than it had before but I was determined and she was a loving partner, her ass matching my rhythm with gusto. But, I soon groaned as my cock jerked inside of her, filling her belly with my cum. For a short time, she was mine. In Praise of Hope Ch. 02 She excused herself after I lifted off of her, her 51-year-old body showing its age as she left the bed. She retrieved her travel case. After a bit, I heard the toilet flush and then the shower. I rolled off the bed and headed to join her in the shower. We scrubbed each other and cuddled under the hot water, with attention to what soap we used. We had been careful before and even more so now. We dried off and returned to the bedroom. "Do you have to put them on right now?" I queried, referring to her panties. "What did you have in mind, my handsome prince?" She replied in her whimsical tone. I walked her to the bed. As I sat her down, I let her back and dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed. She had been here before and knowingly placed her feet on my shoulders. She was clean enough as I intended to keep to her clit for a loving but quick orgasm. "Lord have mercy! I could let you do that until I just stop breathing and die a happy woman." She whispered, looking down between her legs. Then, she dropped her head back and got serious. A few short minutes - a few short seconds of heavy breathing and moaning - and the lady's soul was revealed once more. By the time I had rinsed my mouth out and scrubbed my face, Hope had put on her panties and bra and was buttoning up the last button on her dress. No fuss - no muss! Returning to the bathroom, she ran a brush through her hair and applied the little makeup that she wore while I dressed. I walked to the bathroom and leaned against the sill. "Pretty lady, where do we go from here?" I asked. "I don't know Jedediah." She answered with a sad tone. "All I know is that I don't want this to be the only time." "What do you say about every six weeks we meet here or it might be safer to meet somewhere else - switch around a bit?" "Are we bargaining here Jed?" She chided. "Let's make it every four weeks." "I'm trying to keep some sanity here, Hope!" I exclaimed "I don't want us to get used to each other. And I sure as hell don't want us to get caught! I'm not going to have enough money to keep this thing going if my wife throws me out on the street." "She's let you fuck Erin but she won't let you fuck me!" Hope shot back. "That's not fair!" I looked at her in the mirror for long, long moments. "How did you find out about that?" I questioned with defeat in my tone. "I didn't." She replied with regret in her tone. "I'm sorry, my love. I see things other folks don't see. I knew something was wrong between you and Erin and in the way your wife acted around her. I'm really sorry Jedediah. That is your business and I didn't mean to pry. Don't be mad at me. Hope was crying and I turned her so I could hug her and let her cry on my chest. I explained to her the age difference between Erin and herself and how my wife would view her as a threat, where she saw Erin as a fling. I told her it ended months ago and I was still a bit skittish. I asked her to forgive me for not telling her. I could have added I had pressed her for a sexual relationship, while Erin had offed up her sexual favors, which a man was unlikely to turn down. My wife understood my nature. Having dried her tears, I saw the empty food bag and checking the time saw it was closer to lunch than breakfast. "Have lunch with me." I asked. "Well, since you haven't been kicked out yet and become destitute , I know of a real nice restaurant!" I smacked her on her broad ass as she opened the door. I knew I was going to have to tell Hope about my affair with Erin during lunch. I seem to stay in trouble! In Praise of Hope Ch. 03 I stared at her laying in the casket at the front of the church for a last viewing. I made no effort to hide my grief, the lines of tears streaking down my face. I refused to wipe them dry. Andre, sitting on the front pew, stood and walked to my side, putting his right hand on my left shoulder. "Hope was a good lady, Andre." I said lowly. "She kept me going the last couple of years. I dropped out of the choir for a while, thinking it would help my health, but she knew better. There will never be another one like her. I'm sorry for your lost." I thought. 'What do you know about lost!' His hand patted my shoulder and I heard his sniffling. He had better control than I did. Hope was the second wife he had lost to death. He sat back down and I turned to walk to the back of the church to join my wife. "I'm sorry, honey." She said, patting my leg before taking my hand and squeezing it warmly. "We all die. I never expected she would this soon and I certainly want to go before you do." I returned. "Don't listen to him, Jesus!" My wife's sighed, lifting her face. Hope and I had renewed our clandestine, sexual relationship, meeting every 4 to 6 weeks at some hotel or motel, sticking to a formula I figured to be safe... a two-hour drive from our homes. It had lasted 4 months. Then, as I had prophesied would happen, Andre began making comments concerning Hope and I, probing Hope concerning missed work days. My wife added to our distress by making her own, not so subtle, comments, "I don't know what to say to him." Hope had desperately related to me along with a list of his inquiries. "Hope, for near 25 years we have run the gamut of feelings towards each other. When I knew you many years ago, I thought you were scatterbrained, high-strung, with a quick temper. You thought I was a real pain in the ass. Butted heads constantly." I explained, making her chuckle. "Do exactly what I did... admit your fondness for me... everyone knows that. Then tell hm he's imagining things, but that you will go out of your way to even stop smiling at me if that's what he wishes. It seemed to calm her down. You have even told me I've been acting strange! My wife is not so subtle! And you know we have to stop seeing each other again... for a while anyway...maybe for good." "I hope it works. He is really quite upset!" She said sadly. "Dammit to hell. I love you sooooo... I mean what we have." "I love you too, Hope." I told her. "We are both married and I am too damn old. We have obligations that we cannot walk away from. I don't think you want to walk away from everything." "Of course not." She admitted. "Lord, if your wife confronted me, I would just die." Again, we had ceased our sexual madness, but it only enhanced our two-day-a-week mutual admiration of each other. Whenever she wore a new dress, got a new hair cut, anything I could compliment her on, I did so, while keeping a low profile when we were in a group. We hugged when possible and often touched each other affectionately on the back or shoulder when passing in the hall of the church. Things settled down once more. Hope began to lose weight. When I found it possible, I asked if her weight loss was health-related or her own pursuit. I knew she was living on 65% of her lung power. She had assured me it was not health-related, but it worried me. Needless to say, the girl looked really good, though I missed her big ass and hips swaying when she directed a snazzy song. One Sunday I was walking down the three steps to my classroom. The early service, held in a smaller, but large, room near the classrooms was just breaking up. I spied Hope with her back to me, sporting a new haircut, a long silky skirt that was black with gray overlay of flowers or something and matching black, silky like blouse. My eyes were drawn to her now quite slim butt and the way the silky material of the skirt hugged her curves, showing a most delectable crevice that was the beginning of her butt crack. I lingered at my door hoping that she would finish her conversation and turn around. I gave up and started to enter the room when I heard my name and greeting. Hope had turned. I asked her had she enjoyed her down time during spring break and she had replied that she had not had any down time. She stopped a few paces from me to talk to someone else. My class teacher was leading the congregation that day and I could see her by her glances that she, the music director, wanted to talk to him, as I was doing at the moment. Someone interrupted us. As masses of people do, conversations began, ended, ebbed and flowed. For brief seconds, I saw Hope standing alone, as I was also, and our eyes met. I brought my right hand to my chest, hiding it from view of the masses, extended my forefinger and moved it up and down and mouthed 'you're very pretty today'. She gave me a look of not understanding and I repeated it along with the finger movement from head to foot. She understood this time, smiled shyly nodding her head. It was moments like those, I ponder to this day, that are truly magical. I grasp my teacher's arm and turned him toward Hope. He said, "I saw that" , as we chatted later before class. I had other memories too: Hope sitting atop me, riding my cock, and as often happened my cock deflated much too soon. I had come prepared, tired of having to explain my aging body or my health and the unwillingness to pop ED pills. She was always understanding. I was not, and clearly saw her distress at having to stop. She would, as always, be content with me bringing her to orgasm orally... then maybe a few more short minutes of intercourse if my cock inflated again. It usually did. I had purchased a dildo, close to the size of my own cock. I had my own little tot bag which contained the dildo in a small bottle of lubricant. "Lay down next to me." I directed. "I have something you might find interesting, if not, downright fun. " I left the bed, retrieved by little bag, open it on the bed, tossing the dildo out in plain view. "Jed Stoddard! You didn't!" She laughed. "What are you going to do that?" "I'm tired of you wanting." I confessed. "You deserve a good fuck, and if you are game, I'm going to give you one." "You know I am game for anything with you." She exclaimed in her mimicked childlike tone. "But I need to tell you... that is not up to the standards I'm used to." She teased, picking the purple dildo up, turning it around and examining it. "I have a reputation to protect!" I said teasingly. "But I have no problem buying you one longer or thicker whatever your dear heart desires. I'm here to please." I unwrapped the packaged lubricant, asking her to move a little bit closer to the edge of the bed. Removing the top, I poured an abundant amount of lubricant, which surprisingly ran quite freely, an inch above her labia. All the while, Hope, her head placed on a pillow, her arms behind her head, watched the preparation. I could not help but distribute the lub with my fingers. "Now, spread your legs a little more, sugar, and we will see what this thing can do." I began by gripping the dildo by the balls, rubbing the length of the dildo over her pussy, turning it to cover it with lubricant. Her lifted her head and her beaming, inquisitive smile showed that Hope seemed to be enjoying the rubbery shaft stroking her pussy. I instructed her to lift her knees and widened her stance as I placed the head of the dildo where I speculated her hole to be. I asked her to help me out a little bit. She told me down a bit... a bit more... right there. Standing by her knees, my left hand reaching around the inside of her left thigh, having an upside down look at her pussy, I pushed the head, halting every inch or so, slowly into her with my right hand. Her eyes went wide and her mouth made an "O". She inhaled strongly, exhaling slowly. She did a short sit-up as her belly retracted. She told me I was insane. I asked her if she wanted me to stop. She told me if I did she would never speak to me again. I proceeded to push the rubber shaft into her up to the balls. I left it deep and moved my hand to finger her clit, intending to do so for just a few moments. With the touch of my finger, her belly retracted once more and she moaned. I saw, with fascination, the dildo sliding out. Afraid Hope's flexing vaginal muscles might purge the slick rubbery shaft completely out, I left her clit and reached to hold the balls again. I began stroking it halfway out, the stroke very slow. "Is a good?" I asked her. "I do believe it is." She replied. "I'm going to lay back and relax before I turn red with embarrassment at how good it really is." I told her she had almost push it out of her and praised her strong pussy. I took my time, having fun, enjoying the effect it was having on her. Increasing my rhythm took many minutes, but I was soon stroking the dildo inside of her at a moderate to fast rhythm. Her moans ebbed each time she lifted her head to look between her legs. I asked her if she was concentrating on the feeling of the hard shaft, reminding her that this hardness would not fade away. "It will never be as good as your cock... hard or soft. But thank you for buying it." A moment later. "I don't know what to do!" She said frantically. "I want to move my ass!" I encouraged her to do whatever she felt like doing and I would follow her actions, though, unsaid, I found the balls to be very slippery with all of the lubricant. Her eyes shut for good as she lost herself in lust, her hands dropping to pull her labia wide. I was seeing Hope respond to a good fucking in a whole new light. Her grunts and moans were harmonious with the jabs I was trying to make with the dildo. Her now narrow ass moved about more freely without the weight of a man laying between her legs restraining her. My left hand had left her thigh and I contemplated the best way to switch hands. I wanted to finger her clit before she realized it was needed to finished her off. I managed to switch but the rhythm slowed considerably. She showed no disapproval as my middle finger slipped down her pussy crack, finding her clit. She voiced her appreciation for my desire to please her. She called my name and begged me to fuck her hard. I did the best I could but he slippery dildo was hard to handle. When the orgasm hit her, I palmed the balls of the dildo against her pussy, holding the shaft deep into her as I concentrated on keeping my finger on her clit throughout the orgasm. After the orgasm had left her and she lay breathless, her beaming smile told me I had fucked her good with a simulated cock. I mounted her quickly as my cock had indeed become rigid. She happily obliged, guiding me into her. We fought the bed, we so close to the edge, trying to throw us off as we went at it with abandonment During my frenzied fuck of Miss Hope, and my determined desire to fill her pussy, I managed to do just that, making the lady that much more happier. "WOW" She exclaimed. "You can say that again!" I added with labored breath. "I know we are not supposed to say it." She said lovingly. "But I do love you, Jed." I told her teasingly that it was only her happy pussy talking, adding that I loved her too. I had told her much earlier how much I liked it when she shortened my name to Jed from Jedediah. It had been early on, when we began to see each other as more than adversaries, that I had to add 'if you don't mind me being forward' before I told her. I AWOKE WITH A START!! I could feel my heart pounding and my breathing labored. I looked around the bedroom. It took a long minute for me to come to my senses and realize that I had been dreaming... that's all... just dreaming. My briefs felt wet. Pushing my hand down the front, I found the wetness slippery and thought 'at my age!' Still, I rushed the short distance to the telephone and dialed the number. "Hello Jed!" With call waiting, Hope knew it was me and had greeted me with her usual happiness. I explained to her that I just had a horrible dream that she had died. I told her I had to make sure all was well with her. She assured me she was fine. I ended the call by telling her, coyly, that I had something new that she might like to try. She asked if that meant I was ready to renew our affair, to which I told her positively! In Praise of Hope "I'm close, Jed! Don't stop!" She moaned. "Don't stop! Don'ttt.........AHHH FUCKKKK!" Her body stilled momentarily, then, her posterior began a rapid humping rhythm, before finally slowing to a halt. Then, she began pushing up against me again. I reciprocated without intent. I thought about the "word" she had cried out and never imagined Hope uttering it. But then again, she had used it, many years ago, and had gotten into trouble with the personnel committee. Suspended a week is memory serves. "You're not going to come?" She asked with concern. "Hey, young lady, I'm an old man and one orgasm will do me in. I'll let you see my soul before we're finished." I pulled a still firm cock slowly out of Hope. I began to undress as she lay there on the bed watching me. "How about we go take a good hot shower." I suggested. "I'll scrub your back and a few other places and get to know you a bit." "And I can scrub your back and get to know you a bit better too." She replied, in her baby talk. I had not heard her childish voice in so long I actually found it cute. But, hoped she'd keep it to a minimum. Naked, I helped her off the bed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as she began to undress. "I'm even bigger undressed." She chirped. "Hope, your gorgeous and I can't wait to see you naked." She was soon nude and I motioned her to me. I appraised her medium-sized breast, now, with no obstructions. Her bush was brown with a mingling of white. It was not a lavish bush like my wife's at her age. For such a broad assed woman, Hope's belly was nearly flat. I put my face into her belly button and caressed and toyed with her ass. I then smacked it lightly, indicating it was time to get wet. Hope had a strong walking stride with a mischievous waddle thrown in. I had watched her walk away for me many times and her ass always made me smile. Now, I set watching her as she headed for the bathroom. Her waddling broad ass made me smile and shake my head, thinking how fortunate I was. Hope, in maturity, was cute as all get out! I followed her to the bathroom. "I have to pee. Can I have a moment?" Hope asked. "Can you hold it until we're in the shower?" I queried. "I suppose." Smiling suspiciously. We stepped into the shower and she adjusted the water. She got her hair wet and then; "I really have to pee!" She said excitedly, stomping her feet lightly. "Backup as far as you can." I backed up against the far wall and Hope squatted in the tub and I saw a strong stream of yellowish water squirt from her. I put my foot into the stream. Hope shook her head. "Men!" "Humor me!" I replied, reaching down to wet my fingers in the warm stream. "Actually, I've always wanted to pee like this for a man." She admitted. "I just never pondered he'd want to touch it. It's really erotic!" When she stood, I kissed her and then began to lather up the washrag. I gave her a good scrubbing and she mimicked a child not wanting to be washed. I lavished kisses on her body as I proceeded. She lifted her foot to the inside edge of the tub to give me access to scrub her pussy gently. Stooping down I put my nose into her bush. "What do we have here?" I teasingly inquired. "That's my lady part." She answered again in baby talk. Again I found it cute. I pushed my tongue into the fur and searched. Her moan told me I had found her clit. Leaning back against the wall, she again lifted her foot to the inside edge of the tub. She widened her stance to give me access and I palmed her thigh as I ravished her clit with my tongue. Her moans reverberated around the small tiled bathroom. Her hands pulled at my hair and ears. My left hand stroked the inside of her thighs and I playfully fingered her hole. There was a lot of water coursing down her body, filling my mouth. I managed to purge it and never coughed or gagged, but I was thankful when the lady moaned in orgasm. I kissed the inside of her thighs before standing. Hope placed her head against my chest and clung to me. "I'm not that much younger, Jedediah." She whimpered. "I'm exhausted. I need to lie down." "Hey, my scrubbing first!" I teasingly protested. During my scrubbing, she toyed with by cock bringing it to full erection again. Squatting down, she studied it and toyed with it more than my wife ever did. Then, quite surprisingly she took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her back to the cascading water, she spent a good minute sucking slowly on the helmeted head. She then released it and stood. "I'm sorry, Jedediah, but that is all you're going to get. I've only done that one other time. I hope you understand." "Hope, knowing that, I feel even more fortunate for the experience." We dried each other off and went back to the bed. "Are you going to be extra naughty for me?" I queried. "I knew you were going to be trouble!" She said teasingly, holding up both hands chest high, her back to me. "What is the crazy man going to ask me to do!" "May I ask you to get on your knees for me?" I queried. "He not crazy after all! I like it that way, but you had better be easy with me!" "Right there at the edge of the bed should do it." I suggested. I stood a long moment looking at Hope's large, ample ass, finding it quite pleasing. Moved in close behind her, my cock not quite up to snuff, I rubbed the head of my cock against her fur lined pussy. A little bit longer than a blink of an eye I pushed inside of her, she pushing back, wiggling her ass to take me inside of her. I put my hands on her hips and pumped into her with a moderate rhythm. She may have told me that she was exhausted but her moans and groans told me otherwise. Her active vocals went far to keep my cock rigid. It took a robust shove to flatten her beefy buttocks to get a satisfactory penetration, to my liking anyway. Such was the effort that I soon wanted to come really bad. I did not want the first time with Hope to appear degrading. She had been a good sport and I slowed and pulled from her. "You were getting excited. You didn't have to quit! Why did you quit?" "The night is still young, precious lady." I tapped her ass to indicate I wanted her to take a place on the bed. She maneuvered to the far side on her back. I lay down next to her and reached to switch off the light. I turned to face her and she turned to face me. I had yet to give her breast the attention I desired. After kissing her lips, face and neck, I moved down to them. I found them not much larger than my wife's but Hope's nipples were larger, though they had deflated a bit. With a little bit of TLC they were soon firm once more. Many minutes past as I suckled and my hands roamed over her warm body. I rubbed her mound and slid my middle finger into her pussy, eliciting a soft moan. She toyed and yanked on my erection the whole time I finger fucked her gently, occasionally circling her clit with my wetted finger. I loved making her moan. "You seem so hungry. Are you ever going to get enough of me?" She queried in a whisper. "I don't think so." I replied, as I began to kiss down her body. Hope knew where I was headed. "No! No! No!" She said in baby talk. "Lets snuggle for a few minutes. Like you said the night is young." I rolled to my back and she snuggled on my chest. I kissed her forehead. "So, how are the wedding plans coming along?" I asked, toying with her pubic hair. Her head immediately left my chest and I could feel her looking at me in the darkness. "You are joking?" "I'm interested in your happiness!" I replied with a sincere tone. "Well, aren't we civilized!" She returned sarcastically. Her head came back to my chest and she snuggled in once more. She talked, telling me more about the wedding plans and how she didn't want to go to Boston for her honeymoon. She wanted to go out West like I had done so many times. She wanted to drive lonely roads and experience the scenery I'd told her about. Eventually her talking tapered off and we both drifted off. When I opened my eyes, I could see brightness at the edges of the thick curtains. The clock said 7:10 AM. I could just make out Hope's naked ass. I reached to stroke it. "I didn't think you would ever wake up!" I heard her say. "I'm as horny as all get out and it is all your fault. I want you to do something about it." I rolled her to her back and started at her tits as I had before she stopped me earlier. When I maneuvered over her legs and my nose when into her bush her knees lifted and spread. I dropped between her thighs. She lifted her ass as my hands slid under her buttocks. I put my face to her pussy. Her smell, the warmth between her thighs, her ample ass in my hands and my image of her lying there was intoxicating. I teased her clit with my tongue for long minutes. "Because you're so good at it, I think you like eating pussy as much as you like fucking it!" She whispered. 'Let me show you how much, sugar!' I thought, lifting her ass high and pushing my tongue deep into her pussy. She cried. "Have you no mercy? A little warning before you do something like that!" Her ass began pulsing against my face as I pushed deep, retreated, pushed deep, retreated, pushed deep, held it deep, returned to her clit. Hope was huffing and puffing like a woman in labor. "How am I ever going to be happy with Andre again!" She moaned. Her anguish cry only confirmed a question that had been at the back of my mind. I felt dumb and childish -- they were mature adult -- and it would be nuts to think Andre had not fucked Hope. "Do it again!" She requested in baby talk. The second time, I gave her an honest to goodness, serious tongue fucking as her ass humped my face. The orgasm hit and neither of us slacked a bit. Only Hope's calling to her maker indicated that she was in orgasm and that her soul had been exposed for a few long moments. "Did you see that flash of light?" She said humorously, then, broke into a full-blown laugh. "My soul!" Then, "Come on up here you crazy man! Grab my ass! No more playing. Fuck me!" I scrambled up as her legs lifted and she sought to take possession of my cock. She placed it to her and I pushed into her. "Mercy!" She said, as her hand retreated and she put her arms around me. I took the somewhat painful toned comment to refer her post orgasmic tightness. I thought to apologize but didn't. I kissed her passionately and she did not shy from my lips that were saturated with her womanly fluid, even pushing her tongue into my mouth. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I began to fuck Hope with a determined rhythm. Not a frantic, lost in lust type rhythm, but a slow, focused, deep penetrating, buttock tightening rhythm. My intent was to be totally aware, feeling my cock pumping into her warm pussy. I had prided myself on my ability to stay focused. I felt something compress the very tip of my cock! "Are you sure you want this, Hope?" I asked affectionately. "Jedediah! It is safe, isn't it?" She asked with a bit of concern in her tone. "Of course!" I assured her. "I just wanted.......... "SShhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She cut me off. "I'm an air head! Of course I want it. You've been hiding your soul from me too long already. If you don't come in me, I don't know what I will do!" Like I, at my age, needed that kind of pressure! But, I was soon inhaling and exhaling audibly through my mouth, my face against her neck. Her pussy was absolutely divine as she matched my rhythm as best she could. I had her locked in tight. I could feel her breasts against my chest. "I'm not too heavy?" I queried. "Not at all!" She replied. On I pumped, now shoving deep into her, my audible in and out breathing fluttering as I neared orgasm. I pushed deep as my cock jerked, filling Hope's belly with my warm, sterile semen. "Yessssssssssss! Baby!" Hope sighed, then, as I stilled. "You have a loving, sweet soul, Jedediah." I remained inside of her long minutes not wanting it to end. She stroked the back of my neck, seeming content also. But, I soon felt my withered up cock slip out of her. "Aw, fluey!" She said in her baby talk. "Hey, give me a couple hours to rest up!" I said humorously. "You're the one who slept away any chance of that!" Hope and I showered together once more, dressed, and found a nice little restaurant that she knew and had breakfast. "Would you like to go visit my mother with me?" He queried. "I would like that." After visiting her mother or a while, I kissed Hope tenderly standing by her car. We then parted, but I followed her car back into Virginia until she went left and I went right. Before she got married, we had one more day together in a motel. The four hours passed way to quickly. Hope made a beautiful bride. We still tease each other and we stare into each other's eyes at every opportunity. For an old guy, it was quite an experience and I performed splendidly, I thought. I'm content not to muddle the waters again, leaving us both with a pleasant memory.