3 comments/ 24273 views/ 0 favorites Intimacy with Songbird By: Momstheboss I became acquainted with 18 year old Erin when the wife and I joined her church. Erin and I sang in the choir together, she sat directly in front of me and her father next to me. It was not long before Erin and I were singing solos together. Now, Erin's mother was a very large woman, so I guess Erin and her sister's large ass, think Jennifer Lopez, was hereditary. Her sister was heavy all over like her mother, but Erin's body was toned, solid and quite appealing and her ass only added to the mystique of the overall girl....... she was sexy as hell. She was 5'6", large breasted, big brown eyes and naturally blonde hair that she wore in a thick, wispy Pixie hairstyle that framed her face. I could sit and look at her all day long and never get bored. She was a truly lovely girl. Waiting for choir practice and such to begin, that is usually exactly what I did, sit and look at her. She often had reason to walk up to the sound room or to the restroom, which was in the front of the church, my eyes always followed her. I always had the notion she knew I was watching her. Her body seemed to exaggerate movements and she would glance in my direction. Her youth was intoxicating. I always tried to hide my smile. I became close with the family and I always found it odd how her mother would say Erin and I made such a nice couple, though I was 20 years married and 28 years separated our ages. One night at the Wednesday night Church potluck I asked Erin to accompany me out to the car as I had a new song for us I wanted her to listen to. Her mother chirped "you two behave yourselves". As I opened the door for Erin I smiled and said, "I should be so lucky". Erin smiled back. Erin eventually got married to her high school sweetheart and immediately got pregnant. After the baby was born, she seemed to disappear. She was raising a family. I rarely saw her and her attendance at church had pretty much ceased. I often told her father to say hello to her for me and always asked him how she was doing. The occasions that I did see her we always hugged and I received a kiss on the cheek. When time allowed, she usually poured her heart out to me if there were any problems, never spouse problems, mind you, just everyday type stuff. Right behind the first baby, a boy, the twin girls were born. I didn't think I would ever sing with Erin again. I missed her in front of me in the choir as she held her songbook perfectly for me to read. She was, however, quite good at reading music and she learned Christmas and Easter music at home and would join us at the presentations which pleased me immensely. It was close to eleven years before Erin started showing up again on a regular basis. Eventually, I offered a new song to her and she was quite happy to be singing again. Her father and mother were especially pleased that we were singing together again. Because it had been so many years, we were able to sing some of our older music. One evening, I was home alone and the telephone rang. It was Erin. "Alex, I'm in a real pickle!" She began. "I have to sing at a birthday party in 30 minutes and I thought I had the accompaniment track of a song we did last Sunday. I wanted to sing it tonight. Can you help me out?" "I'll have it ready for you by the time you get here." I happily informed her. Erin was there in 10 minutes and she looked really good with blue jeans on, a tight-fitting red sweater and moderate heeled shoes. "You got a really nice set up here." She said, pertaining to my computer and sound equipment. "I wish I had a big screen computer. All we have is a laptop and it's not very private like yours." I finished making the CD and even printed out the words for her. I saw her through the house to the door. "I got the twins in the car. I hope they're not fighting." She joked. "I wished you had more time. I've got some new songs I want you to hear. "I thank you so much!" She exclaimed, giving me a peck on the cheek. "I'll come back soon. I want to check out those songs and your computer. Maybe you can teach me a little on the computer. " "Promises, promises!" I teased. "You know I'm always here." Five days later, I was quite surprised when Erin called, asking if I was busy and could she come by. She showed up at the door as promised around 10 o'clock in the morning. She wore her usual tight-fitting jeans, flats and a loose-fitting, V-neck black sweatshirt. Now, I've always been cautious about being alone with the opposite sex in a Sunday school room at church, giving rides in my car alone or in my house when my wife is not at home. But I was infatuated with this now 36-year-old, and hell, Erin was Erin. We were friends." "Hello Songbird!" I welcomed her as I opened the door. "I told you I would be back."You're not real busy? I'm dying to hear those songs." I would have stopped time for Erin. We spent near two hours listening to the songs, her learning the songs, and then, the two of us practicing the songs. It was just like old times and I was having a blast. Afterwards, I gave her the specs on my computer and other equipment interspersed with catch-up conversation. And then I got the surprise of my life. "Alex, do you ever look at porn on this giant 22" screen?" She asked in a secretive, hushed manner like we were not the only ones in the house. I was quite hesitant to answer, but Erin was not a young, innocent girl anymore, so, I answered. "Occasionally, I do. Yes." "Do you just surf or do you have a regular website you prefer?" She quizzed. "I have a favorite website." I answered. "Can we go there? I know I'm being bold but I figured you of all people I can trust." She said. "If I may ask a bold question," I asked. "What type of............ action..... are you interested in? What do you like?" "The money shot. You know, guy's ejaculation." She replied, definitely blushing. "We're adults here, Erin." I comforted, a bit embarrassed myself. "Tell me, guys just masturbating or screwing a woman and pulling out when they come?" "Let's go with just masturbating." She answered, straightening her posture to appear more adult. I brought up the website, went to the contents page and clicked on the appropriate selection. "I'm going to scroll down the page. When you see a cover you think you like tell me to stop." Erin picked the third title and I open it up and started up the video. I told her I wasn't sure if she wanted to watch the guys actually masturbate are just get to the "money shot", so I let her take the chair showed her the sequence bar and showed her how to use it. She was like a child in a candy store and she learned quickly how to close, open and maneuver through the videos, all the while making a running commentary on the action on the screen. Now, I can't say that guys masturbating had much effect on me, but standing behind Erin, studying the V-line of her sweatshirt, taking in her scent, seeing how excited she got when the guys shot off, was definitely causing my pants to get tight in the crotch. She repeated fanned herself with her hand. "You have your favorites, don't you?" She queried, after a long while. "Will you show me your all-time favorite?" "So, you think I have favorites?" I jokingly answered, as I reached around her to navigate to my favorite video, by clicking the "favorites" button. I sequenced through as I usually did, searching for my favorite parts of the video that I liked the most. Now, this was definitely making me uncomfortable. And Erin wasn't about to help the situation. "I can see why you like her. Very interesting face, her body is a knockout and she fucks................ like a mink." She appraised, her eyes widening, placing her hand to her mouth when she said the word. "Forgive me. I'm so bad. I just got carried away. But my god, look at them to go!" "Did you know that I have a tattoo?" She asked, certainly referring to the large butterfly on the on-screen girl's hip. "Pull down the right shoulder of my sweatshirt." I did as directed. "That is a very nice butterfly. And shoulder, if I might add." She smiled and patted my hand. "Thank you." I moved the mouse to the cutoff button and she begged me not to stop until I went to the money shot. I searched briefly and found one of the shots of them doggy fucking with him pulling his cock out to shoot off on her buttocks. "Now, you prefer to see that guy ejaculate all over her gorgeous ass. I would rather be shot than pull out of her." "Alex, I know I'm being very personal, but do you masturbate?" She queried. It took me a moment to suppress a smile and respond. "I do! But not like those guys. I prefer something a little bit more natural." "I've never told anyone anything like this, but I do....... quite a bit. Mark won't get a vasectomy, he won't hear of me being fixed and, though I brow-beat him, he hates condoms. He scared to death I'm going to get pregnant again, and I'm not getting nearly as much sex as I need. What I need is a big screen computer like you've got. Does that website cost a lot?" "It's according to how much you want to spend. 300 minutes is about $30." "That could be an expensive hobby for me." She laughed. "And I really would like to have a big screen like yours....... But you said something about a more natural way. What exactly do you mean by that? The natural way would be........... screwing, I would think." I wasn't about to tell her that I was not getting a whole lot of pussy from my wife, a man thing and all. I walked over to a bookshelf and picked up a thick classed, rolled lip, 3 cent, antique milk bottle about 9" tall. Walking back to her, I handed it to her for inspection. She studied it for long moments, turning it around and over. "Well, I think I understand what you mean by more natural. Are you that big?" She asked, referring to the spout. "I appreciate that, dear lady." I answered. "But that hole is not all that big, though it is a tight fit, if I'm fully erect. A bit of hand cream helps." Erin glanced at her watch and fidgeted with the bottle studying it, or, not yet willing to look up at me. "Watching your favorite video, you must be a little upset." She stated. "You probably need a little relief and I would really like to see how this thing works. I could actually watch you ejaculate through the glass. I'll understand perfectly if you say no, us being such close friends." Now, I was in a pickle. I had fantasized about fucking this cute, gorgeous big butt "child" of a woman countless times, when she was in her 20s up to her now mature 36 years. Erin's face now required a little more make-up, but she had aged little. I could still look at her for hours. This mature woman with her secret desires was asking me to fuck my bottle so she could watch me come. She was playing me like a fiddle and I was going to let her. "Come with me." I said, taking the bottle from her. I guided Erin to the bedroom. I tossed the bottle on the bed and walked to the phone. I dialed my wife's number having a brief conversation with her, steering the conversation, making sure she had no plans of leaving work early. I gathered a few pillows from the bed and walked to an armchair we had in the corner. Figuring, if I was going to do this, I might as well do it right, I walked to the lamp and clicked it on, thinking the light would brighten up the inside of the bottle giving Erin a better view. I pulled the armchair out and placed it to take best advantage of the lamp light. I folded over the pillows, putting them on top of each other on the seat of the chair. "Do you want me to take off my bottoms to give you a better view?" I asked, but hoped she would say no. "Do you mind?" I stripped from the waist down feeling like I was on parade, but I have to admit I was a bit turned on by all of it. I walked past her to the dressing table and dapped a bit of my wife's hand lotion on my mostly erect shaft. Walking back to Erin, I took the bottle from her and standing before her I pushed my cock into the bottle. Being less than rigid, it went in easily. "You might want to get on your knees right there in front of the chair." I proceeded to align the pillows so that my chest would not fall into the seat of the chair, dropping the bottle over the edge of the chair as I lowered myself down onto the chair and bottle. I usually hold the bottle like I was holding my wife's ass as I sometimes do when we fuck. But, instead I rested my arms on the opposite arm-rest so I would not block Erin's view of the bottle. I proceeded to do what comes naturally. My cock was soon fully extended and I was amazed I was doing this, feeling quite aroused, in front of this crazy lady. All was quiet for a while. "Does it really feel good as Laura's pussy?" She quizzed, as she sat on her knees and intently studied my cock in the bottle. "If you put a little hair around it, you would be hard put to tell the difference." I jokingly said. "A little hair!" She said. "Then, you probably wouldn't like my pussy. Mark makes me wax it on a regular basis. "Damn woman! Have pity on an old man." I exclaimed, shoving my cock deep inside the bottle. "Talk like that might give me a heart attack rather than an orgasm or maybe both." "Sorry! I suppose you watch the videos and masturbate, fantasizing about the women? She queried. "I watch the videos, yes. But, no, like the bottle, a little more natural....... I fantasize about women I know." I replied trying to be a smartass but certainly not lying. "Again, I have my favorites and you might be surprised to know you're at the top of the list. "I'm not?" She exclaimed, her eyes widening with a surprised look on her face. She blushed. "Erin, you know you have always been my sweetheart. You're young, sexy as hell with a great ass. Can you blame me?" I partitioned. "I suppose not. You're a dirty old man!" She accepted and teased. "Knowing that, I guess I should help by doing a striptease for you, but then I would miss watching the action in the bottle. But you said favorites..... plural........ who are your other favorites?" "I never kiss and tell." I replied. "I bet I can guess one of those favorites!" She said. "It's Hope, isn't it? Would you sleep with her if you could?" "What do you mean, if I could?" I challenged. "YOU HAVEN'T!"? I confessed, knowing that Erin and I now shared a few lethal secrets. "Four times in 30 days leading up to her marriage in October. "I should have guessed the way you to act around each other. You're always hugging, when Laura is not around. And the time she was directing practice and shook her hips with the music and you said, let's see that again, and she stuck her tongue out at you, like a couple of children at play. You fucked Hope! Ya'll do act a bit different now that she married." Again, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth upon realizing the word she had said. Even in this most unusual, illicit, circumstance, her usual innocent demeanor only made her more appealing when she slipped with such words. I continued to fuck the bottle while looking at Aaron's accented, but covered breasts. And her ass! "She knew how I've felt ever since Tony died." I explained. "Unspoken words but she knew. I told her a few times that when she was married she could not be my sweetheart anymore, that we would both have to act our age, that we should have at least one lunch or dinner before she got married. You know Hope, a bit flaky. She was concerned about Laura, but she came around." "Wow! She exclaimed. "Anymore ladies?" "Dot and Edna." I replied. "That's funny. A man married to a slim woman and he fantasizes about big butt women. When you're fantasizing about me what do you usually think about? Do you seduce me or do I seduce you?" "All of the above, sugar." I replied. "But from now on it's going to be you with a waxed pussy. You know, all of these questions are quite provocative but they are not helping much. If I may be so bold as to make a suggestion, why don't you reach down and put your hand on your crotch and move it around a little bit. Or, talk to me like we really are doing it. It might be enough of an inducement for me to get serious and show you what you want." With a bit of hesitance, her hand eventually went to her crotch and she began to move her hand around randomly. I was a bit disappointed that she did not go with the second suggestion, but it did the trick and soon I closed my eyes and began to imagine what Erin would look like without those jeans. Minutes ticked by. It was working quite well. "Ohhh fuck!" Erin's exclamation caused me to open my eyes. She had widened her stance and was bent over slightly watching me fuck my bottle with fluttering eyelids, her fingers pushing strongly against her jean covered crotch. Her fingers seem to be pushing in rhythm with my thrust into the bottle, causing me to increase my rhythm and thrust a little harder. In my wildest imagination, I could never have envisioned such a situation as we were in. "You want to see me come, Erin?" I whispered seductively. "Yes! God yes!" She exclaimed. "Watching you has really got me excited! I can't help myself, Alex!" "It's all right, Erin." I assured her. "No one is ever going to know." I watched and listened as she scrubbed at her crotch and moaned. She was trying desperately not to take her eyes off of my cock fucking the bottle in a, now, determined rhythm. "You really got me hot too." I explained with labored breaths. "My cock feels like it's going to explode any second." "Do it for me, Alex!" She pleaded. "Dammit! Come for me!" "AAgggggggg FUCK!" I moaned loudly, closing my eyes and lifting my torso off of the armrest, jamming my cock deep in the bottle, as my cock erupted into the bottle. I am sure it shot out in three big, separate wads splashing on the glass bottom. "I've never seen anything so erotic!" I heard Erin inhale and exhale loudly. Opening my eyes and looking to her I saw her tumble backwards on her back, her legs wide. She scrubbed frantically at her crotch. I watched long moments in fascination. She wasn't having much luck getting enough sensation through the thick jeans to achieve orgasm. "It's not working!" She cried repeatedly, staring up at me, I thought, pleading for help. I maneuvered as quick as I could, making sure not to drop any cum on the carpet, wiping the head of my cock on my shirt, yanking it to make sure I milked it empty. I dropped in front of Erin, pushed her legs wider, and began to undo her belt buckle, unsnapped her jeans and tugged to get them down." "Alex! Alex, you can't fuck me!" She pleaded. "We can't, Alex. Don't dammit! Don't!" "Erin, sugar." I said, in a low reassuring tone. "I'm not going to fuck you. My cock is limp anyway. Let me get your jeans and panties off. I'm going to take care of it for you." She quieted down and lay watching me extricate her from her tight jeans. She had to raise her ass, which she did. I reached up to remove her, light blue, panties and she again lifted her ass to allow it. And there she lay, hands holding her head up, her thighs wide, her knees slightly bent, her firm ass barely flattening out on the carpet. Her skin smooth and milky white, I gazed down at the most voluptuous pussy I had ever seen, stripped clean of every pubic hair. Her mound was excessively puffy and her labia thick lipped, her clit hidden from sight. I understood why she was having difficulty bringing on an orgasm through the thick jeans. I lowered myself to my chest as I slipped my hands under her gorgeous ass. Again, she assisted by lifting her ass a bit. As I put my face to her crotch, she moaned softly. My tongue began probing for her clit, as she positioned her feet on my shoulders. Almost immediately, her fingers of both hands were pulling her labia wide to assist in my search. Intimacy with Songbird Ch. 02 I had seen Erin in church a number of times before I received her call. Almost five weeks since our little sexual escapade. "Hello Alex. It's me Erin." "Yes you are! We haven't spoken much. How have you been? You're not avoiding me are you?" I returned with a joking tone. "Of course not. Just busy with the girls" She answered, then, "She knows Alex!" "Who Erin?" I asked anxiously. "And what does she know?" "Mom. I have never been able to keep anything from her. My hair was not quite right that day. She saw right through me and would not leave me alone, asking me questions. Last week I finally gave up and told her. Not the details of course! Just that we had been less than proper." Erin related showing little concern in her tone. "You know you have signed my death warrant. Either my wife, Mark or your dad is going to kill me!" I informed her with finality in my voice. "You did tell me they would find out." "It''s OK! Everything is cool! Mom was a bit upset in the beginning. She looked distraught every time I dropped the twins off. I was really worried for a couple of days..." "She has known that long and I'm not dead." I injected. ""But why is everything cool?" "We had a talk yesterday and everything is okay. Everything is better than okay. She thinks we should see each other. Further our relationship - if you are willing - of course. You had mentioned something about a motel. I suppose the same one you and Hope used?" "Whoaaa! Slow down Erin. Your mother suggested we should see each other - have sex together?" "I don't remember everything she said, but it all made sense to me. She told me men your age are rarely happy with their sexual life at home. I have to agree under the circumstances - wouldn't you say? - after what you showed me". She said. "If I'm truly not happy with what Mark's been offering, and the fact that it's YOU and your age, I should do what is needed to hold my marriage together. I told you she has always liked you." "Sugar, have you given this a lot of thought or are you going on emotion? I have to tell you upfront, like I said before, a woman leads and a man follows. We are stupid that way. I just want to make sure your hormones are not guiding you." Incredibly, I thought, I was trying to reason with the young woman, with possible loss of some very good, and to me, desirous pussy. "I was not expecting you to try to talk me out of it." Erin returned with rejection in her tone. "Don't be silly girl. I adore you and want what you're offering more than you can ever know." I assured her. "I'm too old to worry about me, not that I want to be thrown out on the street at my age, but I do worry about you. I would not want you hurt for the world!" "I know what I said. But mom can cover for us. You may be interested to know that Mama said if she wasn't sick and so heavy she would consider giving you some pussy. She actually used that word. I thought my teeth were going to fall out!" "I bet that knowledge would thrill your dad!" I said with surrender in my tone, then, concerned about Erin's willingness to accept my intimate relationship with Hope, "I can find another motel?" "I really thought about that!" Erin admitted. "But you probably picked a very safe place to protect Hope so do not change it on my account. Another room would be nice!" "Of course." Our discussion, for a few long minutes, became one of scheduling, times and cautionary advice. I even told her to bring a bar of soap from home - her usual. Though I was relatively new to the cheating game, I did most of the talking. All was set for the following Friday week - it was Thursday. "Where are you now?" I asked not ready to end our conversation. The girl had a lovely voice, talking are singing. "Sitting out in front of Farm Fresh." She answered. "I promised mom not to talk on the cell while driving. "What do you have on?" I inquired. "Why do you want to know that." She quizzed with humor in her tone. "You must be coming from work so that means you have on your uniform - so a dress." "Yes. Smarty." "I want you to reach up under that dress and touch your panties and tell me if their wet." "I don't have to touch them. They are wet. They are very wet." "Did you just start your car?" "It would be embarrassing to be caught touching myself in front of Farm Fresh. I'm moving further out into the parking lot. Give me a moment." I waited expectantly. "There! Now tell me what you're going to do to me in about a week." "Pull the panties aside so you can stroke that lovely, bare pussy." "Do you really think my pussy is lovely. My mound is like a marshmallow and my pussy lips are almost nonexistent they are so fat! You probably like Hope's better." "Stop that! Every woman is different but yours is a very lovely pussy and I can't wait to get my tongue on it again." "Ouuuuuu! You are so bad. It was so good and I can't wait either. I can't wait to have your cock in me. I didn't tell you before but your cock is very nice. It's long and thick! I can't believe it fit in that bottle. Are you stroking your cock?" "I am." I assured her. And it felt really good. I couldn't believe my luck at having phone sex with this lovely young woman. "I'm getting my bottle and setting up the chair. Getting the pillows." "I wish I was there I can't believe I'm so wet. It's all your fault! Oh Ohhh Jessssss!" "I'm between your legs Erin. Do you want my cock? Do you want my cock inside of you? Spread her legs let me put it in you." "Yes! Yes I want it in me! I want your cock inside my pussy! Fuck me Alex!" "It's in my bottle Erin - in your pussy. Your pussy is tight and wet. Do you feel it? Do you feel it inside of you?" "Yes! Yes I feel it! I'm close Alex. Are you?" "I'm getting there sugar!" In reality, I could go anytime. Masturbating had stopped working for me years ago. With my cock in the bottle, it took, if so desired, mere minutes. I was waiting for her. The thought of her ample, bubbled ass had me ready. "Don't wait for me Erin. Fuck me!" "Your cock is going to be so good! I'm dying to feel it in me. Promise me you will stick it in me and fuck my broad ass off. Ohh Goddddd I'm Commmmmiiinnngggg!" My cock exploded into my bottle within seconds of Erin's orgasm. As usual I felt exhaustion but elated. I had no doubt that being with the lovely Erin would make my cock hard. I wondered if I could hold up long enough. One orgasm, which I was sure she would bring about quickly, would probably do me end. The answer was a pill. I never relied on them with my wife, but all she usually wanted was quick oral and a quick fuck. I was willing to pill up. I had done it with Hope and was certainly going to do it with the much younger Erin. "Was that little afternoon delight good sugar?" I lovingly asked. "Unbelievable! I really needed that. You really understand what a woman needs. No wonder you're in such great demand." Erin replied, the relief showing in her tone. "I appreciate your praise, but being in great demand would require word-of-mouth recommendations. How about we just think about me as being a very fortunate man to have you in my life." "Me and Hope." She reminded me. "Erin?" "I know! I know. It will not happen again. I really do find it fascinating - and nice - that you and Hope got together. I'm just afraid I will not be as good as she is, is all." "Trying to convince you how much I desire you is crazy, but on a scale of 1 to 10, Hope is a 5 and you are a 12. You take my breath away - always - and you make me feel young every time I see you. I appreciate your friendship." "You're so sweet." Erin replied sounding sincere. "See you Sunday." I hung up the phone and immediately began to ponder the scenario I would have to make up for my wife as to my absence from home. Erin would tell her mother we were going to meet. I suppose, she would have to in order for her mother to watch the twins. Erin's son was anybody's guess. I would not concern myself with Mark, Erin's husband - never did - and never tried to hide my feelings for Erin - we always shook hands awkwardly. I figured my age, in his view, relegated me to the no threat shelf. I didn't really want to be a threat. I just wanted Erin - in bed! I decided I would indeed used the same motel, but make a visit to the site and pick another room. Hope and I had used the same room for our meetings. It would only be fair and courteous to Erin to do such. I felt very fortunate indeed. In church, for as long as I could remember I would study Hope at the piano or, at choir practice, glue my eyes upon her standing behind the music stand. Our relationship being what it was - one of mutual affection, ribbing and humor - at choir practice she generally directed her words and eyes towards me when conveying to the choir what she wanted to hear - In the sanctuary at the piano, she would glance my way meeting my eyes, but as my wife was beside me her glances never lingered long. If Erin was facing me anywhere in the church, my choice was to study the younger and prettier Erin with only the occasional glances toward Hope. I was so captivated by the young girl that even her profile or natural blonde hair could draw my attention. I always felt it was a truism that people can tell when they are being watched. Many times, Erin would glance around the room and make eye contact with me for a brief second. We would exchange the slightest of smiles. As Hope and I had not been intimate until four months ago, my attention to Erin riled no feathers - to my knowledge. I suppose you should know, though I think I have mentioned this before, that my wife knew of my fondness for Hope and my fascination with the younger Erin. Of late, If I was making any words or conversations about either, I was more guarded than ever not to cause my wife jealousy or show lack of respect. Now at church on Sunday, before Erin and I were to meet, it was Erin leading the congregational singing. She was facing me much of of the time. It was like an Alfred Hitchcock movie with a close-up of various people as their eyes went this way and that! Now that we had been intimate, I traded quick, guarded glances with Hope, while not making direct eye contact with Erin, concentrating my look on her left shoulder,. as I would any other speaker. I was, however, aware of Erin's quick looks my way. Hope's glances, were near impossible to read, though I detected no smile or warmth from her looks. She had strongly insisted that there would be no sexual intimacy between us after her wedding and that I was not to try to persuade her otherwise. I wholeheartedly agreed and In all honesty I only wanted the best life for her. Everyone needs ""that" someone. Oddly, the 50ish woman preferred the older man. Her new husband was my age. But women are strange animals and giving up their treasure to a man can give them a sense of bonding not to be tread upon by another woman. My wife was a known, and accepted, entity. Of course, men can exhibit this trait also, but not this man. With my own perception in mind, I could not but wonder if Hope would pat me on the back with humor and understanding, if she knew I was soon to bed the younger Erin. I was weaving a tangled web with - Erin, her mom, me, my wife, with Hope in the shadows - a dangerous web indeed. I feel a need to clarify my before mentioned scale. Hope's large butt bore no resemblance of proportion to her 5'6" frame. She was a cute, small breasted - probably perky in her younger days - slim shouldered lass with thighs that touched, slim caves and petite feet. She walked with a bit of a waddle. She had a good bush, though not lavish, small distinct pussy lips and a clit the size of a #2 pencil eraser and just as pink. Hope's labia was easily pulled wide to show an anger red hole. I found her sufficiently tight and an active partner. Erin's butt was firmer, proportionally smaller, but just as prominent in appearance, accenting her 5'5" frame. She had prominent and very ample breast that I was sure were firm and perky for her, now, 37yrs. As appraised before, her pussy lips were puffy and ample, with a barely perceptible crack separating them. I figured peeing was less of a hassle being waxed bare. A well hidden raisin sized clit - pink also. I remember Erin had not pulled her labia wide enough to discern a recognizable, proper hole. I am anxious to see it! I expect her to be an excellent partner. I will not neglect my wife! An inch taller than my 5'9", Laura is ultra slim with skinny and loose buttocks. Still a firm and well-proportioned, sexy and desirable woman, she has dieted away a good third of her youthful weight and, in my opinion, more desirable statue. I'm an ass man and Laura's no longer fascinates me as much. She has always been rather flat-chested, now even more so! Her 63 year old pussy lips have suffered with the weight loss, becoming lean flaps, her hole appearing vulgar dark brown. Her clit is a withered, chocolate brown, but highly sensitive. She is still a good fuck, though I get less of it nowadays. The day finally arrived that Erin and I were to meet. I had given Erin directions to a nearby breakfast cafe, about 40 miles from our area. I arrived early, 8:50am, and she arrived 10 minutes late at 9:10. "Have you ordered yet." She asked, sitting down at a small table. "Not yet. I wanted to see if you're hungry." "I'm famished." She answered. "I eat when I'm nervous. You don't appear nervous at all?" "No. I can't say that I am." I said, catching the eye of the waiter. "You look very nice today." "I wanted to really dress-up for you, but I was a bit leery, though I drove straight here." Erin apologized. "You look good in anything you put on." I assured her "You know what is really weird?" She queried - I shook my head. "Your mother, meaning hers, telling you to have fun when she knows where you are going and what you are going to be doing. What do you say to that!" Moments passed. "My hands are shaking like it was my first time." "Mark what your high school sweetheart." I theorized. "You have not been with anybody else - sort of - it's only natural that you would be a bit nervous. You'll be just fine once we get in the room and you get some of those clothes off." "You're bad!" She laughed. "You wouldn't like me if I wasn't." I quoted myself, having said that to my wife countless times. After eating, I told Erin to follow me. I guided her with my hand gently against her back through the café, opening the door for her, opening her car door for her too. Telling her, "we are in room 206. Don't leave your car until I look over the rail. I will check the area and motion to you." Timing her coming up to the door, I switched on the light by the bed and close the curtains. As Erin approached the door of 206, I opened it and she entered. I noted that she carried a small leather bag. I had my own bag with toothbrush, mouthwash and comb. I proceeded to the bathroom, removed my T-shirt and began brushing my teeth. I stole glances at the pretty Erin who was disrobing near a chair. She soon stood wearing only her bra and panties - panties that were full figured but form hugging - colored a champagne orange. Retrieving a rubber band from her bag, I watched her gather her blonde hair up, binding it into a 4 inch ponytail. Erin and her sister, like their very large and over-weight mom, struggled with their weight, dieting continuously oft and on. Studying the gorgeous woman, I figured she was at her leanest but still sexy and appealingly butt heavy. She retrieved her own toothbrush and mouthwash, approached the bathroom door and waited for me to finish. Finishing, I backed up a few feet to let her take my place. As she bent slightly to brush her teeth, I moved in behind her and put my hands on her hips, content just to hold them. Erin finished up and after wiping her mouth dry she turned, moved in close and kissed me. "Take me to bed!" She teased. I could not imagine actually carrying the woman, so I led her by the hand to the bed and she energetically kneed herself onto the bed, rolling to her back, scooting back towards me, taking the right side of the bed. I walked around the bed kicking my shoes off, I wore no socks, unbuckling my pants, removing them and leaving on my boxer shorts. I joined her in the bed and we turned towards each other and embraced, me sliding my right knee between her thighs, bringing my knee against her crotch. We kissed lightly and the kiss turned passionate. I took note of Erin's increased breathing, denoting her passion or nervousness. She was pushing against my knee as I palmed and squeezed her ass. I found it difficult to squelch my desire to mount her and be done with it. I soon felt her hand moving down my belly towards my solid erection. She gripped it through the shorts, squeezing and pulling. I fumbled with the bra clip, releasing it, breaking our kiss for a moment to strip her of it. Fondling her breast briefly, I broke our kiss to study them, finding them simply delectable, I took her left nipple into my mouth. It proved to be quite sensitive, shown by her passionate moans. She pulled my head hard against it. "Lord Erin, their beautiful! So creamy white and smooth." I left the nipple to admire her breast again, squeezing her firm nipple between my thumb and index finger. "I know they are silly, so stop talking!" She said, pulling my head back to her breast. I pulled on her backside to maneuver her more to her back and more under me. It proved counterproductive when she finally understood, helping me to achieve what I wanted, for the most part removing my knee and the pressure against her crotch. I quickly put my hand between her legs and pushed my palm firmly against her pussy. The panties were sopping wet. Erin was running on high-octane. I was soon fingering her pussy through the moist panties. I slipped my fingers under the cloth and she moaned passionately while pulling my head harder against her breast. I found breathing a bit difficult! Wanting to put my finger into her, I found the panties awkward and began stripping them off her. She assisted with movement and with the hand that had been gripping my cock. I tenderly probed her puffy labia, pushing my fingers between the lips, finding the entrance to her treasure and pushing my middle finger into her. Her ass lifted and pushed back against by hand. I began to finger-fuck her, pushing, probing deep into her. Her moans and body action soon had my index finger into her and I was aggressively finger-fucking her. Her naked pussy was soon sopping wet. Erin was now trying to remove my boxer shorts. I finally had to cease my assault on her pussy and help. Having removed them, I began to scrub her pussy with four of my fingers, much to her pleasure, she lifting her ass a good 4 or 5 inches off the bed while spreading her thighs wide. When I tried to insert my fingers back into her, she would have none of it and pushed me to my back. "It's time Alex!" She whispered, moving to straddle me, while taking hold of my cock and putting it to her. We coupled and I felt the warmth of her tight pussy accepting my cock into her depths. She remained still, me firmly implanted inside her pussy, and lowered her torso to my chest. We remained in this position for long minutes. "Do you remember the time we were practicing in the sanctuary. We had finished and came downstairs to the front of the church. I told you I was going to go get a drink of water. When I returned, you were laying on your back at the edge of the stage. You had on dark blue jeans, rolled up at the bottom, and your knees were spread just a bit. I stood beside you looking down, studying you, and you took my breath away. I didn't know if you knew what you were doing to me, but I wanted to tell you to put your legs together and behave yourself. I was concerned I might offend you." Intimacy with Songbird Ch. 02 "That was about two months before I married Mark. I was a virgin but I knew exactly what I was doing. Could you not tell that in my smile? I began a slow, determined stroke keeping my cock deep. "Ahhhh! It's good!" She breathed. "You are absolutely marvelous young lady." I returned, my hands lightly holding her buttocks. "Not so young anymore." She said. "I actually thought about this numerous times when I was in my 20s." "If I had only known." I replied. "You know now." I wanted to proceed with a slow, passionate rhythm, but it was not to be. I found myself in the unusual predicament of having to follow a woman's rhythm. Erin was in her sexual groove and she was revving up in quick increments. We were soon fucking double-time and I was happy I had taken the pill. Otherwise, she would have withered my cock long minutes ago. I was on auto, with no desire to orgasm, just to keep the pace going. Fortunately, I suppose, it was Erin who broke stride and became still. I took the opportunity to roll her to her back without losing penetration. She pulled her knees high and back with her hands supporting her thick delectable thighs. We began to fuck in earnest once more and did so for the longest time, until my back needed a rest. "Weeeeee! I needed that!" She laughed. "Let's do something else to give me a little rest." She was being kind to the old guy! I lifted off from her moving to the left, her right, and maneuvered her to her left side. She knew instantly my intentions as I moved in close behind her and lifted her right leg, bending her knee. I pushed the head of my cock against her pussy until I found her hole and entered her. It was.doggy, but I was in my element. I was stroking against Erin's gorgeous ass. "I didn't wear you out I hope?" Erin quizzed. "I can use a moment." I replied. "Did you take a pill?" She queried. "Woman! That is a very inappropriate question." She laughed. "I know, but I like teasing you. It sure is rock hard!" "That's all you need to be concerned about." I chided, with a teasing tone. I fucked Erin, with a moderate rhythm, long minutes like this, rubbing her back, fondling her nearest tit and generally exploring her body with my free hand, the other resting my head. "Ouuuuu!" I had actually heard a soft different type moan. "What are you doing over there sugar?" I asked suspiciously. "Playing with my pussy." She replied. "Somebody has to!" I pulled slowly out of her. "Ohhhhh really! You're saying I'm neglecting my duties as an attentive lover, are you!" I said humorously. "Bring that thing up here!" I directed, rolling to my back and spreading my hands, waving my fingers towards my head. "You are soooo bad!" Erin teased, as she flipped over, straddling my body and maneuvering her ass forward over my head. I soon had a handful of gorgeous, ample ass and looking upon a most lovely pussy. I put my mouth to it kissing it tenderly, before pushing my tongue between the tight and puffy lips. The lass was a mouth full. "You loving man!" She whispered. Her ass was soon riding my face as her lustful moans became continuous. I wrapped my arms around the bottom of her thighs, knowing when her orgasm hit I would have to hold her ass in place. "Alex! It's good!" She moan. "I'm close! Moments later her body locked up in orgasm and she tried to lift, but I held her in check as her body trembled and quaked. She felt forward and I let her lay long moments, catching her breath. I slid my head from beneath her and quickly maneuvered to my knees, moving in close behind her, holding my cock and probing her pussy. "I love your ass sugar." I said lovingly as I pushed into her. She had adjusted her stance slightly to allow it. "And I love your cock Alex." She returned. I began a slow rhythm but was soon pushing strenuously and determinedly against her ass with a moderate rhythm. "I'm going to come in you Erin!" "I would not have it any other way." She said with a positive, if not demanding, tone. My eyes took in the overall woman, her content demeanor to be on her knees, desirous of the outcome. I pushed into her deep as the orgasm gripped me. I hoped my deep, some what loud groan did not scare her. When I pulled out of her, she maneuvered to her back, scooting down to envelop me with her legs and placed me to her. I was still firm and rigid and we coupled easily. "A good tight fit. I don't want it to leak out quite yet." Erin said with intent. "Mark says, when he comes in me, it's like marking his territory. Do you think that way also?" "Yes. I think I do. It's a good thought." I replied. "Then, for a brief time my body, soul and pussy belongs to you." Erin said lovingly, pulling me tight against her as I stroked slowly into her. We remained quiet for a few long minutes, just fucking tenderly. Me, cradling her in my arms. "You're not going to stop, are you?" She whispered. Her ass had been responding actively the last minute or so. "I would not let you up even if you wanted." I assured her. "I'm enjoying your pussy way too much. You just let your desires guide you." "I think my desire is to come again." As before, I was soon following Erin's rhythm as she lost herself in seemingly all-consuming lust. "Grip my ass!" She demanded. "Hurry! Grip is hard! Ohhh fuck!. Don't stop!" She was huffing and puffing now like a woman in labor. Her body quaked hard as she arched her back in orgasm. "Oh godddd! Oh godddd! It's good!" She muttered with labored breath before breaking out into hearty laughter. "You're a crazy lady." I teased. "Forgive me. Fucking and orgasms make me happy." She laughed "You make me happy!" I returned. "I'm glad I have the opportunity to make you happy." Erin and I played on the bed for a good hour. She spread her pussy wide enough this time for me to discern a proper hole, watching my come leak from her, much to her embarrassment, when I mentioned it. She wholeheartedly accepted my suggestion that I retrieve a washcloth and clean her up a bit for a quick nibble. "While you are in there wash up for me." She directed "Really?" "Yes, of course. But just a little. While you please me." At her direction, we assumed a l 69 position after the prep. Her sucking my cock was timid but pleasurable. I brought her to a quick orgasm. Then, we discussed the future and came to the same conclusion. We would continue our "secret" affair, if her mother agreed to watch the children and cover for us, of course. To date - six months and counting. Intimacy with Songbird Ch. 03 It was Sunday, Father's Day, I left the Sanctuary mid-service to hit the laboratory and met Erin coming into the building through an infrequently used side entrance. Hugging as usually, she wished me a happy father's day and, totally out of character, kissed me hard on the lips. Zipping on, leaving me stunned, I turned to see my wife standing on the inside of twin doors some 30 feet away. Erin had continued by me and the nursery and had not been aware of her presence, as well as I. She looked sternly at me asking, "are you all right?" "Just needed to hit the lou." I returned, trying to appear normal. "Why don't we go ahead and leave and beat the lunch crowd?" I suggested, wanting to put some room between Erin, Laura and the awkward situation. She agreed and we left. We had planned to go to my favorite buffet in North Carolina, an hour and ten minute drive. My wife, I knew, was biting her tongue. The silence was chilling. I was searching for an acceptable excuse, not knowing what the question would be. She surprised me! "I would have thought you would have impressed upon her to refrain from such open displays of affections. I worried about you and Erin early on. I told myself that the age difference would deter you from doing anything stupid. Then she married, had kids and I figured she would not do anything stupid. How long have you two been at it? I glanced at Laura and knew she was trying to snare me in the oldest of traps - pretend to know everything when you hadn't a clue. She had asked me a direct question and I wasn't prepared. I had never lied to my wife and I wasn't going to start. "It been six months. Twelve or fourteen times." I answered, staring straight down the highway. "I suppose, it's a bit more than you have gotten from me." She said with a sigh, then questioned. "Well, let me hear your version." Without the sensuous details, I assured her that I had not pursued Erin. Basically, she had been extremely unhappy in her sex life and deemed me a safe enough partner. I could tell Laura was not buying it. I added, again, hoping it would show me in better light , that I had not pursued her in any way and let her set her own schedule of need. It was something I could not say about Hope. Who, I desperately hoping, would not come to the surface. "What did she do with her kids? Did Goldie, Erin's mother, know about this? She had to!" A few moments of quiet thought. "Alex I know in the past years you have been neglected, but when I'm not hurting I try." "Laura, don't think for a moment that I did this because I was not content with you." I said with passion. "Sex with you, when you're able, is always loving and satisfying..." "Loving! What the hell do you mean by that!" She cut me off. "Loving? I bet sex with that little Miss Erin wasn't loving!" "Actually..." I decided not to say anything more. Tell her it was would only get me deeper in trouble. "How old is she now anyway?" "Just turned 37." I answered guardedly. "Some good pussy I bet! I'll admit she is a pretty and sexy woman. And you have always been an ass man." I was not going to answer that even if I had a gun to my head. Laura changed the subject to our kids, sorry for me that they could not be home on Father's Day. I knew the subject was far from over. Our lunch went well with usual conversation and even a bit of laughter to boot. That was why I liked the restaurant, the wood floors and surround fields, could make you lose your troubles. As we started our drive home, Laura renewed the conversation of my infidelity. "I find it amazing that Goldie would condone such activity." "Erin said something about her mother wanting her to do what she needed to save her marriage." I offered. "I've heard her over the years encouraging you two. She's the one that thought you would make a good lover. The old married guy would be safe! She would probably fuck you herself if she wasn't big as a house! Very unhealthy. " "They both adore you. I don't think any of this was meant to hurt you." I offered. "How long would you two have carried on this craziness if you had not been caught? You ARE caught you know! I'm not condoning this and you're going to promise me to stop fucking her! As of this second!" "I understand perfectly." I confessed. "You're damn right you understand." Laura said sternly. "Let her get her cock at home. What the hell is going on there anyway?" "Erin said Mark doesn't want to be clipped, hates a rubber, won't let her get clipped and he is scared to death she will get pregnant again." "She's always confided in you. It's gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing you two do more than just fuck." "Laura that word does not suit you." I complained. Laura laughed. "You mean except in the proper place - the bedroom - or time - how about right now - and the position - on my back with my legs spread for you. Would you like to hang a U-turn and go back to that Holiday Inn Express." She continued as I made the U-turn, "I will have to confess to one thing - envisioning you humping Erin's broad butt has gotten me a bit aroused - foolish as that may sound." I dropped Laura off by the main door. By the time I had parked the car and walked into the lobby, Laura had the keys in her hand. We took the elevator to room 512. Entering the room, Laura wasted little time undressing. I quickly followed suit. I was finished before her and I watched with interest as she reached behind her to unsnap her bra, then, push her panties off her hips, lifting each foot to remove them. She entered the bed rolling to the middle on her back. In short order, I joined her, moved between her legs, she placed me and we coupled. "Not too fast sugar." She directed. "I'm still a bit dry." It was always good to be inside my wife. Married 42 years and some months, I never tired of being between her legs. Even hurting and feeling bad, she always made me feel welcomed between her legs and she always gave it her best After a slow, tender beginning, her moans and labored breathing soon told me she was indeed in need of some TLC. As with Erin, in the past few years I have let my wife set our schedule, seeking me out. "I hope Erin enjoyed your big cock as much as I do." She muttered. "Shhhhhhh!" I coaxed. "It's just me and you. Always will be as long as you'll have me." "I know Alex." Laura replied. "You hurt my feelings but I will get over it. Can you get over Erin?" "I know you would not want me to disrespect her." I replied. "But she is ancient history." Laura and I fucked long and hard enough that I knew she wasn't going to come without help. I did not deem her pussy clean enough to eat and I didn't want to take the time or break the moment to retrieve a washcloth. I pulled my cock out of her reluctantly, and to her voiced objections. I maneuvered to her right side, placing my right hand between her legs, fondling her pussy aggressively and fingering her clit. I wedged my hand between her pussy lips and pushed two fingers into her pussy. "You make me feel so naughty when you finger me like that! She moaned appreciatively. With such handling and direct stimulation, it was just a matter of a few short minutes before Laura moaned and trembled in orgasm. As the orgasm faded, she pulled me back atop her. Pushing her right leg up and wide, I placed the head of my cock to her and push into her. As I had for so long, I fucked my wife determinedly, listening to her grunts and moans. If you told a woman she grunted during sex, she would be highly offended, but if you're stabbing her hard, young or old, she will. Erin, timidly sucking my cock surfaced in my mind. My wife was not timid, though she hadn't sucked my cock in years. As I ejaculated, I realized how much I was going to miss Erin and how much I loved my wife. After a quick shower, we left the motel. The desk clerk gave me a knowing smile when I laid the door card on the counter, causing me to remark, "she couldn't wait the 30 minute ride home to our own bed." My wife, standing by the exit, but close enough to over head me, eyed me sternly as I took her hand. Back on the highway, I eyed Laura, thinking she had drifted off. "You know." Her voiced startled me. "I always figured if you strayed it would be Hope. She likes older men and you two are close ""friend". Laura said, lifting her hands to make the two fingered rabbit ears. "I was so relieved when she married Andre." Moments passed. "Good women get the shit end of the stick!" She continued, "I know Erin is a good girl. She lucked out having an old timer for a lover who could keep it up all night." She placed her hand on my upper arm. "I sometimes wish I had experienced one or two other cocks - after giving you my cherry first of course, my darling." Another moment. "But I'm a good girl and too damn old." "Have you been hitting a bottle I haven't seen?" "No silly. Just running my mouth. Being philosophical." "Well, you're not old and you're a good piece of ass." I stated. "If that's what you want I'd like to see you get it?" "ALEX!" She exclaimed. "I am fooling around! Running my mouth." "No you aren't. Not really." I said. "Why haven't you asked me if I strayed before - early on?" "Afraid too, I suppose. Have you?" "No. Of course not." I replied. ""What I'm getting at is, I have strayed recently and what's good for the goose is good for the gander - or can be." "Alex! Be serious." My wife was silent for long moments. "Lets play "what if". Would you be there? "Yes. I would very much like to be." "I would want you to be there." She asked. "But who? I look at men - I admit - but there is no one I would be willing to approach. Too close to home! I don't know if I could really do it. I might back out at the last minute." "I think I know who! Think of it as, "get even sex." I encouraged. "You are really bad, aren't you!" She teasing accused as we wheeled into our driveway. I let Laura occupy the bathroom first to prepare for bed. Leaving the bathroom after brushing my teeth I found Laura laying in the middle of the bed on her belly and nude. This was highly unusual and I was instantly aroused again, though my cock was less than rigid. "How are you feeling?" I quizzed, standing by the bed looking at her in the darkness. "Good enough, if you're interested in a little bit more ass." She said rather flatly. "Nothing rambunctious of course." "I'm always interested." "A little back rub first." Always a catch with this woman, I thought, as I kneed myself onto the bed and straddled her ass, making sure to keep my weight off of her arthritic body. I rubbed her back for about 15 minutes. I stretched out alongside her and she adjusted herself to her side. I scooted in close behind her and she lifted her right leg for me to enter her. My cock was rather limp though the urge was certainly there. "I must have broke it`" She teased, maneuvering herself around, pushed me to my back, and began stroking my cock, while supporting her head on her bent arm. A few minutes later, "Just as I suspected. All it needs is a little coaxing. There, try that!" We repositioned rather quickly and my cock slipped into her easily. Stroking into her brought new life back into my cock. We fucked quietly. I did not feel like getting rambunctious anyway due to our recent intercourse. There are times when just having your cock inside a willing woman to slow fuck for a while is a treat. I soon thought it would be a good time to revive the subject. To get an answer yes or no. "Have you given it any more thought?" "You mean about fucking another man?" She queried back. "Are you serious - REALLY serious?" my heart raced a bit as her words told me she had indeed still been thinking about it. "You said you knew a "who"?" I am ashamed to admit it, but my cock became a little bit harder and pulsed, causing me to push a little harder - once. "A man through and through!" She chided. "Don't you think I felt that! Damn!" A moment. "You really want to see me screw another man? To actually witness it because you've become a pervert in your old age or to make you feel better about Erin?" Another moment. "WELL! Tell me! Who? I dodged a bullet not having to answer her questions. I explained to her that I had been having lunch with John, a known friend, when a strapping young man, perhaps 25, came over to the table and asked if I was Mr. Parker. I had been eying him but he was out of context and wearing a suit. It turned out to be Albert's son, Bobby. Albert and family lived in Michigan. He and his wife had been killed in a car accident 4 years earlier, leaving Bobby, their only child, a construction business. My pictures, alongside his dad, were all over his dad's den, as they were in my den also. He had told me he planned to look me up when time allowed. He had given me his local number, explaining he was going to be in Virginia Beach another week and we should have dinner before he left. "My Lord Alex he is like family." "He adores you. And he lives far away!" "I don't know Alex. Let me think about it." As we fucked a while longer, I impressed upon her the need to make a decision. I explained to my wife that Bobby would be the perfect choice for her "get even" sexual encounter. He was muscular, good-looking and married. Of course my wife already knew this because we had visited Albert 5 years ago. I reminded her that she had commented on the boy's good looks and that he was going to be a good catch. I did not tell her that Bobby had already inquired about finding some "company". I suppose he felt confident asking me as he had listened to his dad's stories of him and I chasing women in our early days. I had shared a few stories of my own, much to the embarrassment of Albert. I finally pulled out of her and she left the bed briefly to put on her usual panties and light sleeping gown. The following morning I asked if she had made a decision. She had not. I took things into my own hands. I made the call to Bobby. After chitchatting, I asked him if he had met any "company". His reply was a humorous negative. I laid things out as best as I could - Erin - getting caught - the whole bit. I made it sound like Laura was all for it, but it might still take some persistence on his part. It was like having a virgin, I told him. I told him that she insisted that I be there. I reminded him of the story of his dad and I fucking two girls in the same bed and assured him there would be no problem with me being there. Adding, humorously, except for me yanking my crank. He agreed to come over Wednesday night for drinks. I answered the doorbell later on that morning to find Mark, Erin's husband, standing at the door. He said he needed to speak to me and asked if he could come in. I offered him some iced tea and we sat down at the kitchen table. I commented that we had never talked at length. "Something is up with Erin and I think it's you." He stated right off with no malice in his tone. She stopped pestering me about sex and it can only be that she and you are having an affair." I sat speechless searching for some words, but I wasn't going to deny his accusation. "Before you deny it, I will tell you that I've already spoken to her mother. She did not deny it - named no names - and accused me of everything including causing it. Erin, is a good girl and a good wife. It can only be you! I know now I need to make adjustments in our relationship, but I'm asking you to stop seeing her - that way." His tone of realizing his failings gave me the courage to say, "Erin is a good girl. And I wasn't going to deny it." And knowing the recent turn of events I had no problem saying, "consider it done." 10 minutes start to finish and I still had my teeth. I turned my attention to what I was going to tell Laura that Monday evening. We sat at the table finishing dinner. "Bobby will be there Thursday night. He's coming over for a quick drink." She sat stunned for a few long moments. "You should not have done that! I told you I needed to think about it." She said sternly. I had to change my tactics. "What! He's leaving for home and he's coming over for a visit." "You expect me to believe that." She shot back. "It's going to be embarrassing and uncomfortable as all get out!" I took note that she did not say "as all hell". "Well, he's coming over. You may want to consider the way you dress. It will give me a clue as to your decision. I, personally, hope you dress for the occasion. I honestly believe you deserve it. Our recent conversations and your actions makes me think you may actually need it." The subject was dropped and we watched TV to our usual 11 o'clock. We prepared for bed as usual, except, laying in bed waiting for her, she entered the bed naked. Sex on a Monday night was highly unusual, if not nonexistent. Laura's quick decision Sunday on the drive home, then again that night, plus this, was confusing, but I was ready. She positioned herself, back to me, on her left side, indicating her desire. I spooned close behind her and we coupled. I was indeed ready and proceeded with a moderate rhythm, fondling my wife's breast. I soon slid my hand down her belly to her mound and extended my middle finger. "No. No." She said in a loving enough tone. "Just you. Take your time. This is all I need." Quite puzzling, it was, as Tuesday night was pretty much a rehash of Monday night. It took longer for me to come which pleased Laura. Before I went to sleep, it dawned on me what Laura was doing. She was prepping herself, cocking the hammer, so to speak, by not coming herself, for Wednesday evingt. A positive thought anyway. Her manner of dress would show her true intentions. Thursday evening Bobby was punctual. The three of us stood conversing in the kitchen for a while and you see the two of them eying each other, when they didn't think the other was looking. Laura had come through after all, wearing a short black skirt, a wide, patten-leather belt and a fluffy silk blouse. Her usual bunn hairdo had been abandoned and her long brownish hair hung loosely on her shoulders. I had seen her earlier in the bedroom adorned in black panties and bra. She was hot in her bare feet. I could see Bobby thought so too. We retired to the living room. When Laura took a seat on the sofa, I motioned to Bobby to sit beside of her. Laura smiled at Bobby coyly. We were chitchatting but I caught Laura not looking and I motioned to Bobby with my head to make a move on her. "I hope this old man is appreciative of having such a good-looking woman." Bobby praised, putting his arm around Laura and pulling her close. "He is? His concern is only for my happiness." Laura answered, laughing girlishly. "I could take care of you real good!" He said, kissing her on the neck. "Make you real happy." "Alex! Are you hearing and seeing what this young man is suggesting?" "Hey, a man has a right to ask, and a girl has a right to say no. If you smack him and he doesn't straighten up I will have to step in. But we're all adults here." "How could I smack such a handsome young face?" She replied, patting Bobby's cheek. She planted a firm, lingering kiss on his mouth. That kiss opened the floodgates and after a bit of stroking through her clothes Bobby began to unbuttoned her blouse. Laura's left hand began to massage his bulging crotch. In short order, Laura was relieved of her blouse and bra. Bobby's squeezed her left breast, causing the seemingly undernourished tit to deflate under the pressure. Presenting a raisin sized firm nipples for the taking. Bobbie took it into his mouth sucking on it firmly. Unable to disguise it, Laura looked at me with lust on her face. Intimacy with Songbird Ch. 03 After much time of kissing, and above the waist pettng, during which Bobby lost his shirts, Laura untangled herself and stood. She removed her skirt, leaving her with only her panties on. Bobby reached to pull her closer and planted his face into her flat belly. He gripped her buttocks a few long moments before slipping his fingers into the elastic waistband, pulling her panties down, helping them off. Laura watched Bobby nose her mound for long moments, before dropping to her knees, fumbling with his belt and dragging his pants, both pair, off, tossing them to the wall. She took his rigid cock into her left hand and stroked it slowly with a firm grip, making the domed head expand on the downward stroke. I knew it was coming, but is still surprised when she put the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked on it for a few minutes. She gathered her hair and pulled it clear, glancing in my direction. She then stood and began a lap dance, sticking her ass into Bobby's face. He rubbed his face into her ass, kissing and nibbling. She turned and straddled him and my mind screamed "not yet". Her intentions, thank heavens, were the same as mine and she allowed Bobby to hold his cock erect and rub the tip of his cock against her pussy, but kept it out of harms way for the present. She looked in my direction. Her face was unreadable. She turned to face me. After a bit of finagling, an arm wrapped around Bobby's neck, the other behind her on the sofa back, supporting her weight, her ass was hanging suspended over Bobby's crotch. Her right foot and leg crossing over Bobby thighs - the left foot outstretched on the floor supporting her. My view of her pussy was unobstructed, as was Bobby's cock as he smeared his shaft against her vagina. With her head held back, her mouth my opened, Laura's moans were almost continuous. I caught Bobby smiling at me as his head motioned to his cock, the head poking at Laura's hole, the head disappearing into her bush tauntingly at times - or had the domed head actually disappeared into her hole. My heart raced with anticipation. Finally, he pushed half of his shaft into her, causing her to moan differently with the knowledge of his cock entering her. She looked down. Her right hand reached down to rub his shaft - pulling it loose - to scrub her pussy with it. Then, I saw reinsert the head and push ass down onto his whole length. Time and time again, she lifted her ass, withdrawing his cock from her, receiving from him a bit more rubbing and scrubbing, only to drop her ass onto his cock once more. A number of times she achieved total penetration. I stared in awe at the action before my eyes. In my eyes, Laura had never been more sensuous are lovely. When had I taken my cock out - stroking it? Foreplay was over. My wife and Bobby were fully engaged. It had only taken 10 or 12 minutes. Laura was experiencing a cock other than mine. I found it erotic to no end! She had repositioned herself to straddle his thighs, as Bobby pushed into her. Laura finally lifted off of him and stood. "Let's go to the bedroom." She said to Bobby offering her hand. "You." She directed the words at me. "Check the doors and cut off the lights, my dearest." With my hands on the arms of the chair, my cock hanging out of my pants, I watched them depart the den. After checking the doors and switching off the lights, I made my way to our bedroom. I suppose, I expected to find them there, but Laura, in her wisdom, had taken him to the guest room. I found them there in the guest room. Bobby was fucking her with abandonment. My wife's legs were stretched wide, her feet high in the air unsupported, her arms loosely around his neck. Her pain medication apparently was working well. Laura was grunting and moaning under the lustful fucking. I watched the action for long minutes, sitting in a chair, again stroking my cock. Bobby slowed and pulled out of her. He noticed sitting there but continued his positioning of the two of them, warning her to ride his cock. Laura ignored me and responded to his desire with her own desire. Her ass was soon moving in a reciprocal motion about his cock. Bobby squeezed and fondled her breast. Laura lowered her torso onto his chest and I had an excellent view of their coupling, his cock stroking in and out of her dark, furred pussy. I suppose, following Laura, they both became still. Bobby's cock, I could see, was firmly planted inside of her pussy. "I need to rest a moment." Laura sighed. She was breathing heavily. "You all right Laura?" I queried. "Yes." She answered. "You were right, Alex. This was a good idea and you picked well. Bobby has a magnificent cock, and no offense, the stamina to go with it. He's wearing my ass out." "No offense taken, my dear lady." I offered. "I really need to rest young man." Laura said to Bobby. "Show me how much you appreciate this old lady's pussy." With those words, Laura lifted off of Bobby and rolled to her back. Bobby took position between her legs, her ass lifted as he pushed his hands under her buttocks and she moaned a satisfying sigh as Bobby put his mouth to her pussy. As I knew she would, Laura moaned in orgasm in just a few long minutes. With telling exhaustion, she swung her legs over Bobby's head and brought herself to a tight kneeling position, offering her ass to the boy. Body wasted little time rising to his knees, moving in behind her and guided his cock into her pussy. He showed his compassion by stroking into her slowly but determinedly. One could tell he was on his way up the ladder. So was I. Long, long minutes pasted. "Alex! I'm getting close. What do I do here?" Bobby queried. I knew his reference but it was not my call. "Laura?" I queried. "Don't you dare put that thing out of me." She moaned. "I want every damn drop!" And in short order Laura began her banter. "Give it to me! I love your cock! It's so fucking thick. Deep! Push it deep!" Her breath was labored but her desire fresh. "Oh goddd, come in me. "Here it comes baby!" The youthful Bobby said without labored breath but determined words. "Oh Yeah! Good pussy! Real good pussy!" Bobby shoved his cock deep, indicating he was ejaculating. He then pulled slowly out of her. "Sweet, sweet Jesus." Laura moaned, as she stretched out her body and lay still. "Did you come Alex?" "Oh yes!" I assured her. "You two boys go wash up." Laura directed. "I won't be saying goodbye Bobby. Have a safe trip back home and thank you. I'm going to lay here for a while Alex." I showed Bobby to the full bathroom down the hall. I returned to the guest bathroom which contained the essentials and a shower. When I came out of the shower I stood studying my naked wife, checking her breathing. She was fast asleep. I stroked her left buttock as I moved away. I redressed and found Bobby putting his clothes on in the den. It took 10 minutes to get him out the door. He spent those 10 minutes praising Laura and telling me what a lucky man I was. I assured him that I knew that. I was sitting at the kitchen table when Laura walked into the kitchen close to 1 o'clock a.m.. She will still nude. I watched her retrieve a bottle of water from the refrigerator. She stood with her back towards me with one hand on the counter. she tipped the bottle and drank half the bottle. She held one leg straight - the one leg bent slightly. Her ass was prominent enough to make my crotch twitch. "Did you two part on admirable terms?" "Of course. He spent about 10 minutes praising you. How are you feeling?" "Well, I'm standing in my kitchen bare-assed, I feel like I have been beat with a bat." She began, then took a step back and looked down. "I have another man's semen runningt down my thigh and my pussy is sore. I'm too old for this kind of frolicking." A few moments passed. "With that said, I thank you." She continued. "But, don't think for a minute since you dragged me down to your level that I am going to be okay with you continuing to fuck Erin, if that's what you're thinking. I promised to be better to you. I promise. Now, I'm going to take a quick shower. I want you to come to bed and hold me." "I was not thinking that in all. I told you it was over." Laura finished her water and walked over to me, standing behind me. She kissed me on the head. I gave Laura about 25 minutes and found her in bed already. I undressed and joined her under the covers, spooning in behind her and, surprisingly, finding her nude. Fortunately, I always slept in my birthday suit. "If you still have it in you, and you're not in a real hurry to mark your territory, I think I would like a few minutes." I had it in me! It took two more days to get Erin on the phone. I told her what had happened with my wife and Mark. She began crying hysterically and it took many minutes to calm her down. I wanted to talk to her face-to-face before uttering the words "it's over". She would only agree to meet at the motel. I should have known better but we scheduled it for Saturday. I told Laura I was golfing. We met at the motel. Erin was wearing dark blue, ass hugging jeans and white blouse with red 2 inch high shoes. She looked especially scrumptious. She told me her mother had not told her what had happened but she had not heard a word from Mark about anything. Other than acting a little odd, all was well at home. They had even had sexual intercourse Thursday night. I told her all I knew. Mark had probably threatened her mother to remain quiet. She was between a rock and a hard place. I reminded her that Mark said he would change. But, irregardless, my wife now new and things had to end. Erin cried some more and I held her tight, comforting her. I thought everything was going rather well. She excused herself to dab her eyes dry and appeared reconciled to our fate. "How do you think I look?" She asked, when I thought we were finished talking and ready to leave. "Ravishing as usual." I returned with a smile. "But it's over young lady." "It's over when we walked out of this room." She said determinedly. "Crisis makes be horny. Haven't you ever heard of goodbye sex?" We undressed each other double-time and were quickly on the bed fucking, her on top straddling me. She was moaning and seemed to be in such a frenzied state, I laid there squeezing and playing with her breast and nipples until she wore herself down. She collapsed, chest to chest, but I continued to pump slowly inside of her. "I'm going to fuck myself to death if you don't do something about it." I took the cue and rolled Erin to her back, letting her get comfortable with the pillows, before putting my face into her most deletable pussy. I know how to hold off an orgasm when giving oral. I soon had Erin pulling my hair and beating on my shoulders, her ass moving in a frenzied manner. Erin's orgasm seemed to strike like a lightning bolt and lasted the longest I could remember. As she relaxed, I continued, but concentrated on her clit. In less than four minutes, she moaned in orgasm begin. I did not relent but continued a variety of movements around her clit with my tongue until her third orgasm swept over her. My face was drenched with her juices. She accepted me between her legs, kissing passionately, and placed my cock to her. I shoved hard into her - on purpose. I heard the yelp I expected with no complaint from her. I proceeded to lose myself between the legs of the lovely and precious Erin - desired as a young 20-year-old girl - now totally immersed in fucking the 37-year-old woman. Her moans were music to my ears. A songbird indeed. Intimacy with Songbird "Uummmmm!" She moaned steadily, her volume in proportion to the strength of pleasure of the moment. I lifted her ass and pushed my tongue into her hole. She yanked her knees back and began to hump my face. I knew she wasn't going to last long, as I put my tongue back on her clit. She didn't. "Oh my!" She gasped. "Oh my! OH MY FUCKKKK! Her body convulsed and trembled, her ass lifted, my face followed. It lasted long moments but soon her ass dropped back on my hands and carpet. She lay there still, her breath heaving for long moments. "What have we done, Alex?" She finally whispered, one hand laying the top the other on her belly. "Just having a little bit of fun, Songbird." I said in a tender tone. "You'd better go into the bathroom and clean up a little bit. We can't have you smelling like sex." I straightened up the bedroom and headed for the kitchen to wash the bottle. Just across from the bedroom door, I heard the tub water running in the bathroom and I tapped lightly on the door. Entering the bathroom, I saw Erin squatting in the tub washing her pussy. "I've always found that the most erotic thing in the world." I expressed. "What's that?" Erin asked. "A woman, squatting down like you are, cleansing her pussy." "Oh!" She smiled in reply. '"I'll be in the kitchen." Erin came to find me in the kitchen, dressed and neat as if she'd never been touched. "An interesting afternoon!" She chirped, meaning her back on the kitchen counter next to me. "Yes it was! I have a feeling you have a lot to think about, but I'll leave an invitation open. In the future though, should you accept, we should maybe not use the house." "You're right, Alex." She agreed. "But, if I accept your invitation, what do we do, when they find out. They will you know! They always do. How old are you anyway?" "64 years young. Is that going to affect your decision?" I answered. "That was Hope's sentiments exactly. Thank heaven, you women have more sense than we men do. But I do thank you for what you have given me." "Ditto on that. And certainly not! " I showed Erin to the door and she kissed me on the cheek as she passed me. As she was going down the short brick stairs, I asked. "What do you think your mother would say about all this?" "She likes you a lot and mama seemed quite happy to watch the twins for me. She knew exactly where I was going. As I was going out the door, she told me to behave myself." Erin laughed. "She's a crazy lady."