2 comments/ 286393 views/ 27 favorites My Neighbor's Wife By: skywriterxxx My new neighbors moved in last summer. A young couple with no children, they are the typical young newlyweds - both working at good jobs, driving new cars, living above their means in a nice respectable neighborhood. Ted is 24, tall, athletic, very outgoing and friendly. He's got a good job as a computer network manager at a good sized nationwide company. His wife, Mandy, is a goddess. Pure and simple. There is no other way to describe her. 23 years old, about 5'9", maybe 120 pounds of delectable goddess. Honestly, I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Her body is the most perfect creation imaginable. Wavy blond hair cascading past her shoulders, brilliant blue eyes, creamy soft skin - the face of an angel. And her smile and friendly manner tops off the list. She works as a computer help desk consultant for another local company. The first day they moved in, I stopped over there to welcome them to the neighborhood. I met him outside, as he directed the movers where to take each box. Ted took me inside to meet his wife, and what I saw would change my life forever. She was in the kitchen, her back to us, bent over opening a box that was on the floor. She wore cutoff bluejean shorts, I mean VERY cutoff. A loose, very short white blouse was showing a lot of heavenly skin. Her long slim legs were all I saw in that moment - everything else in the room faded away. Ted spoke to her, "Honey, our new neighbor came over to welcome us, his name's John." and she raised and turned around to face us. I stood next to Ted, and did my best to maintain my composure when I first saw her face. Standing before me, smiling, was the most incredibly desirable creature I had ever seen in my entire 42 years of life. Mandy's face was that of an angel. You know how some women (very few actually) seem to remind you of a lioness or a kitten or something like that? She's one of them. A very rare, classic beauty. "Breathtaking" and "heartstopping" were among the words going through my mind at that moment (along with a few others much more graphic in nature). And I think perhaps my heart did stop for just a moment. She held out her hand as she said," Hi! I'm Mandy, nice to meet you!" I know there must have been a second or two delay in my response, as I had to snap myself out of my reverie. I took her hand in mine and savored her tender warm flesh as I spoke,"Nice to meet you, Mandy. And welcome, it's good to see some nice young people moving in here. I live right next door, and if you need anything at all, just let me know." It was all I could do not to drool all over her or faint on the spot. I thought I did rather well at maintaining control given the situation. You see, at the time I'd been 'alone' for nearly a year. My wife of 20 years had been killed in an auto accident that nearly claimed us both two years earlier. I had spent over a month in the hospital, and gone to physical therapy for another three months. After that, I started going to the gym and worked at building up my body beyond the pre-accident level. At my age, I knew it was important to stay in shape, and now I was in better shape than ever before. I worked out every other day at the gym, and ran a few miles every morning. With our investments along with a sizable insurance settlement, I no longer had to work. Our children were both grown and going to college out of state, so I was pretty much a 'bachelor' now, and this vision before me reminded me all too well that something was missing in my life. I felt a desire that I had not felt in a very long time. The three of us talked for a few minutes, before I excused myself to let them get back to the job at hand. We talked again a few days later, and over the course of the summer, became good friends. We helped each other. They filled my need for human companionship, and I filled their need to make contact in their new location. My house has a large inground pool and hot tub in back, and I gave them a standing invitation to come over anytime and use it. Of course, I was hoping to see 'more' of Mandy's gorgeous body. That Saturday, I called and asked if they had time to come over for a swim, and Ted said they would as soon as they got some things unpacked. A few hours later, they were at the back door, both wearing long white terry robes. I came out already in my swimming suit, and offered them something to drink. We all had a soda, and settled into the lounge chairs. I wore dark sunglasses and waited for them to lie down before I did. Ted threw off his robe and flopped down first. My eyes nearly popped out when Mandy untied her robe and let it slip off her shoulders. She wore a tiny pink thong bikini, the top of which barely concealing her full breasts, and the bottom, well, it was barely there. I could clearly see the material pulled up into the slit of her pussy, the lips on either side bulging. I quickly laid down as well, trying to calm myself and appear 'normal' as possible. We talked about neighborhood things, and about how their move was going. I learned that Mandy was taking the next month off work to give her time to get their house organized. I again offered the use of the pool anytime either of them wanted to come over, and Mandy said she might take me up on it next week, after she got all hot and sweaty from working hard on unpacking stuff. No reaction from Ted. I tried to just keep quiet and peek at Mandy's body every chance I got. After about 30 minutes in the sun, I noticed a fine sheen of sweat covering her thighs and belly, along with a single glorious drop of moisture sliding down between her breasts. They stayed for a couple hours, then had to get back home to get ready to go out with some friends. When they left I had to jump in the cool water for a while to quench my desire. Mandy was good for her word. Monday afternoon she knocked at the back door, asking if she could use the pool to cool down. I offered her a glass of tea, and told her sure, no problem, just come over anytime, you don't need to ask. I knew if I stayed out there with her I'd probably make a fool of myself, sO I excused myself, saying I had some investments to track online, and left her to herself. I went straight upstairs to my bedroom window and watched from behind the curtain. God, she was gorgeous! Her long slim legs drove me crazy with desire, and her large breasts seemed about the pop the strings of that bikini. She dove into the water, and as I watched her swim and float around, I took out my cock and began stroking it. I fantasized while watching her - that I was touching her, sliding that thong down those long glorious thighs, licking that golden pussy, sucking those hard nipples. And I came. I grabbed a tissue just in time to keep from spurting all over the carpet. When Ted got home a half hour later, he must have found a note she left him, and came right over to the pool. They swam for a while before going home to eat. I came out long enough to say goodbyes and make sure they felt comfortable enough to come back on their own whenever they wanted. I jokingly told them,"The only time it might be a problem is when I'm entertaining a female conquest in the hot tub. Interruptions then would have dire consequences!" They both laughed, knowing that I never entertained females, much less a 'conquest'. In the next few days and weeks, Mandy and Ted were over several times, both together and separately. Mandy usually came over before Ted got home, and I usually watched her glorious body from the bedroom and masturbated. When Ted arrived, I would come out and socialize with them both. A month after they moved in, they threw a big housewarming party and invited many of their friends over, along with a few select neighbors. I was invited, of course, and as soon as I arrived, it became obvious they were trying to 'set me up' with a female friend of Mandy's. Mandy met me at the door with 'Tara' in tow. She introduced us, and asked Tara to take me around to meet all their other friends who had arrived. I was a little put off, but, well, Tara was a gorgeous woman, so I didn't mind too much having to spend some time with her. She was wearing a form fitted sleeveless satin dress, short enough to draw the eyes of every man in the room when she sat. We made small talk, and I learned that she was an 'older' sister of one of Mandy's high school friends. Tara was 28, very tall and slim, but not too thin, with straight auburn hair to her waist and lips to die for. We did get along pretty well. I found conversation with her fascinating. She works as an auditor, going all over the country to check up on books at the branch offices of her company, striking fear wherever she shows up. Often, after Tara leaves, heads roll, or at lease procedures get tightened up. I found her to be very confident and intelligent - a pleasure to be around. We ended up together for the entire party, having several drinks and dancing to the slow songs. Tara was bold enough to invite herself over to my house when the party guests began leaving, on the pretext that I would show her my investment program on my computer. We walked across the lawn, arm in arm, both a bit tipsy. I showed her through the downstairs, stopping in the study so she could see the program I used to track stocks. She seemed impressed, and teasingly said, "I just might have to come over and audit you one of these nights..."as she squeezed my hand. I grinned, and whispered, "You're welcome anytime, you can audit me to your heart's content!" She smiled. I took her hand and led her outside to see the pool and hot tub, and she sat down at the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. I squatted beside her, as she splashed her feet and laughed. Suddenly, she said, "I want to swim!" and stood up, peeling her dress over her head. In one fluid motion, the dress came off and flew to the ground behind her, and her naked body smoothly dove into the water, barely making a wave. I was in shock at what I just saw. I had no idea she had been naked beneath her dress all evening. DAMN!! She swam out to the middle of the pool and turned to me, her breasts barely below the surface, saying, "You coming in, or are you chicken? The water feels wonderful!" her voice laughing with delight. I stood and peeled off my shirt and pants, leaving my boxers on. As I started to jump in, she waggled her finger at me, and yelled out,"Huh-uh!! NO clothing allowed! Strip 'em off, buster!" She laughed. Might as well make this as quick as possible, I thought, not wanting my now-hard cock to show any longer than necessary. As I jumped in, my pole waving ahead of me, I remember thinking, this girl is moving way too fast...I'm not used to this kind of openness about sexuality. Then I shook my head, and said to myself, hey, it's the new millennium! I swam out to her and we intertwined the fingers of both hands, then I spread my arms apart, pulling her close to me. Our eyes were locked as I felt her nipples against my chest, the bottom side of my cock head brushing the soft skin of her belly. We kissed, floating together, and I began to something I hadn't felt in a long time. Passion. As we kissed, I could feel sparks of electricity flowing between us. I released her hands and wrapped my arms around her, and she began to caress my back. My hands moved over her back and down over the perfect, firm cheeks of her ass. My cock felt like a log pressed between us as I pulled her ass against me. I felt the fine fur of her pussy brush against my balls. We floated over to where we could both touch bottom and she reached between us, her hand guiding my cock as she raised to wrap her thighs around my hips. I could feel the tip at her entrance, barely between her lips, when she wrapped both arms around my neck and impaled herself fully on my cock. NOTHING had ever felt better than her pussy wrapping itself around me as I slipped inside her hot wetness. She clung to me tightly, ankles locked behind my ass, her face buried against my chest as she hissed, "YESSSSSS!! OH, GOD, that feels SO good!!!" Knowing from past experience that the pool water would soon wash away any lubrication, I whispered in her ear,"Let's take this party inside..." as I began walking toward shallow water, then up the steps out of the pool. She clung tightly to me, my arms wrapped firmly around her lower back, as I carried her fully impaled on my rigid cock. We approached the patio door and I opened it and entered the kitchen, both of us dripping all over the tile floor. Every step I took only served to impale my rigid cock deeper inside her. I felt her pubis grinding against mine as I walked. I carried her like that, still buried inside her, up the stairway and carefully slid her up onto my bed, staying inside her the whole time. One arm wrapped around her ass holding her tightly against me and the other supporting us until we reached the center of the bed. She relaxed back onto the soft comforter, unlocking her ankles, opening her knees wide and placing her feet flat on the bed. She spread her arms wide, looking into my eyes as she said,"Fuck me, John, fuck me like you've wanted to all evening!! I want you to fill me with your hot cum!" She thrust her pussy up against me, burying me deeper inside her. I supported myself on my arms and pushed hard into her, fucking her with my eyes as my cock slid even deeper into her. I began a slow, excrcuiatingly slow, movement. Sliding forward and back, letting my fully buried cock put pressure against her clit, then back away from it. Her eyes widened as she felt the sensations. "OH, GOD! Oh, Oh, Oh!" she panted. Then I began stroking slowly out, then back inside her. I alternated, a few forward and back movements, then more in and out strokes. Her legs wrapped around my back and she locked her ankles behind my ass, using her thighs to pull me into her deeper. I bent down to kiss her as I thrust into her, and we stayed like that for what seemed like a very long time, kissing and fucking. She broke the kiss, panting,"OH GOD, I'm cummmiiinnnggg...". I felt her pussy tighten up around my cock and pulsate as her orgasm swept over her. At the same time, I felt my cum churning in my balls and begin it's trip through my cock. I began shooting my hot cum deep inside her, thrusting hard and holding my cock deep inside her. My cock could feel the hot wet smoothness of her pussy juice and my cum making her even slicker as I began a quick short in and out movement. That set her off again, renewing her moaning and writhing beneath me as he came one more time with me inside her. I collapsed, rolling her over on top of me. We both were breathing hard, trying to recover, when she got a huge grin on her face, saying,"My God, John, where did you learn to FUCK like that?? You are the best lover I've ever had!" Of course that made me feel pretty good, and I told her,"and you are the hottest woman I've had for a whole YEAR! the only one, as a matter of fact..." with a grin. she sighed and nuzzled into my chest, as I pulled the covers up over us. The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon. I found her in the kitchen, fixing us breakfast. She smiled when she saw me, jokingly saying,"YOU should have a pretty healthy appetite this morning!" I agreed, saying,"Yeah, you did work me pretty hard last night...but it was worth it!" We sat down and ate, then she helped me clean up. We talked as we cleared the dishes. She explained that she didn't want me to think that what happened last night was something she made a habit of, and that she felt something special between us. We agreed that it was special, and that we should give it some time. We showered together, laughing and joking, teasing each other, touching and soaping and rinsing, but no sex. We were just two friends in the shower together, having a good time. After we dressed, I walked her over to Ted and Mandy's driveway to get her car. She got in and we said our goodbyes, then Tara backed out and drove away. As I was walking back toward my house, Mandy came out the front door, grinning wide. "I see you had an overnight guest, John!" she giggled. I replied,"Oh, yeah, well, she didn't think she should be driving in her condition, so I let her sack out on my couch..." To which Mandy said,"Oh? on the couch, huh...?" as she shook her head up and down, smiling. "I'm sure when I talk to her later she'll tell me the same thing... Well, I'm glad you two had a good time!" she continued. "Uh, yes, we did enjoy each other's company," I agreed with a smile, and walked on to my door. The Monday after the party, Tara had been sent to audit the Dallas office for the next month, so it was just the three of us once again. After the party, our get togethers became more frequent, with Ted and Mandy spending nearly every evening in my back yard. We would take turns doing a cookout, then spend some time in both the pool and hot tub. On several occasions, we would all three be sitting in the hot tub with the pump running, the surface of the water covered in bubbles, and I would feel Mandy's foot 'accidentally' touch my leg. After that happened several times over a period of a few days, one time her foot didn't move away, but rather began sliding up along the inside of my thigh until her toes bumped against my cock. Ted was laying back relaxing, and didn't see a thing, but Mandy's lips formed a "wow", her eyebrows raised and her eyes got big when she touched me, and she pulled her foot back once again. I smiled, and she smiled back. I was in shock, to think that this goddess would actually touch me in that way, even if she were only teasing. I didn't mind at all. Then a week later, that Friday night, it happened. Ted and Mandy had been over and we'd gotten out of the hot tub about 9pm, the two of them teasing about how they had to get home and 'take care of business'. I smiled knowingly, waving them off. An hour later, the phone rang. It was Ted, asking me to please come over, in the back, and to please be very quiet. He opened the door to let me in. Finger to his lips, he whispered,"I need you to do me a favor, buddy. Mandy and I are right in the middle of our 'fantasy game', and I just got called to work on an emergency network problem. I just need you to babysit her for maybe an hour. Come here, I'll show you..." Ted led me down the darkened hallway to their bedroom. I was completely puzzled, wondering what the hell he was talking about, but I followed him. Just outside their bedroom door, he stopped, and whispered,"Don't be too shocked at what you're about to see, we do this at least once a week. Mandy likes to be blindfolded and tied down, then teased for hours at a time. She's got headphones on, listening to some soft sexy music, and she'll never know you're here - or that I'm gone. The last time I got called out to work like this, she got major pissed and I didn't get any pussy for a month. That's why I don't want her to know I left. Just fill in for me for a while, maybe give her a drink when she needs one, maybe caress her legs, anything like that. While she's blindfolded, she likes to pretend that it's someone besides me with her, so she won't expect you to say anything. She may ask you to do things to her - just touch her arms and legs, that'll keep her warmed up for me, ok?" I nodded, and he quietly opened their bedroom door. The room was illuminated by a few dozen candles. Mandy was, as Ted said, tied spreadeagle in the middle of their bed, with a sheet loosely thrown over her, covering her from shoulders to knees. The headphones had a long cable to the stereo across the room. She was rocking herself from side to side, as if dancing to the beat of the music. I was mesmerized. In a state of shock, I could only stand and stare. The candlelight on what little skin that was exposed seemed to make her glow. My Neighbor's Wife I'm a 69 year old, married white male. This is a highly detailed account of my "True life" sexual relationships with two younger women. The main part deals with how I seduced a younger, married woman who happened to be my next door neighbor. We were eventually exposed. It ended her marriage, and nearly ended mine. I've been married for 44 years. I have 5 kids and 11 grandchildren. At age 62, I retired after running my own business for 30 years. Although I cheated, I've always loved my wife, and was faithful for 39 years. We enjoyed a very fulfilling sex life for many years. However, when my wife got into her mid fifties, she started losing all of her sexual drive. Although she was still affectionate with me, sex had become unimportant to her. Yet, it was the complete opposite for me. I still had a strong sex drive, so I began thinking of other women. I've always kept myself in great physical condition. Family and friends call me a "Health nut." So although I was in my early sixties, I was in tremendous physical condition. I still lift weights at the gym, and can run 10 miles. I still have a muscular chest and well-developed arms. I have a flat stomach, and my butt is still firm and muscular. People always say I looked ten years younger. I still got erections, and was still masturbating. This helped for a while, but I was still sexually frustrated. However, it wasn't until I was 63 that I first cheated on my wife. I still noticed women giving me looks at the beach, in the park, or the local mall. Some even openly compliment me when passing by. Clearly appreciating that despite my age, I kept myself in such great shape. Yet, it was a girl that I already knew that finally allowed me cheat. I met Lisa in a public park where I ran. Lisa was 19 and going to college. She was a roller blader, and we often crossed paths. I often caught her quickly looking me over as we passed. I couldn't help noticing her either. She was a gorgeous, brown eyed, long silky haired brunette. We had already become quite friendly. We always smiled and greeted each other as we passed. Soon we began to stop and talk before going on our way. At this point I was so sexually frustrated that I decided to see if she was interested in me. I started openly flirting with her. She returned my flirtations, and I felt there was a chance I could get her. She was renting a room from a family in a converted basement. We ran and played tennis together a few times and was picking her up and at her place. One time after giving me a beer, we started talking. I asked if she had a serious boyfriend. Lisa said she was dating several guys, but nothing serious. However, she didn't stop there. She then told me that she actually preferred more mature men. I then half jokingly said, "Well I'm certainly a mature man." She responded with a smile saying, 'Yes, and a very sexy one too." I immediately felt my cock getting hard. I decided to seize this opportunity. I responded by flatly asking her if she would ever have sex with me. She replied "Yes, I would." Surprised by her boldness, I just sat there silent. She then asked, "How about you? Would you want to have sex with me?" I simply stood up and pointed to the clearly visible bulge in my shorts saying, "Does this answer your question?" She smiled, and said, "Wow" it sure does!" She then said, "Let's go to my room?" With that, we got into her bed and made love. Sex with this girl was like a dream come true. We had sex about 2 times a week for about 5 months. Lisa couldn't get over just how much stamina I had for a man of my age. Unfortunately, the novelty of having sex with a much older man eventually wore off. She was still dating guys from college, and ended our relationship. Although I still managed to pester her into having sex a few times afterwards, she finally ended it for good. Although being able to satisfy my sexual needs with Lisa was great; it only left me wanting more. I couldn't stop thinking about her, and what it was like being with her. I'd drive by her apartment knowing that just a few months earlier, I was inside having sex with her. I had a difficult time accepting the she was no longer spreading her legs for me. Sex with Lisa was truly a wonderful experience. She had long, silky hair, which I just loved to play with and run my hands through. Lisa was very submissive in bed, letting me dictate the sexual positions. I loved having sex in her small bed. My favorite sexual position involved putting her legs up in a V position. I loved the way her thighs and calves felt resting against my arms. Lisa said she liked this position because she liked the way her legs looked in that position while watching in the standing mirror near the front of the bed. She would often assume that V position right at the start. I also loved hearing the slapping noise or bodies made when having sex. However, I especially missed having sex in the mornings. We usually always had sex before Lisa left for classes. My wife knew I liked running in a park about 15 miles away. So she took no notice of me taking the car. Lisa lived about 20 min away, so I usually left around 6:30 am. Our morning sessions usually lasted about 30 min. This way, she still had time to shower and get ready for class. Lisa knew I enjoyed sex in the morning, and never complained. So when Lisa ended our sexual relationship, I really felt it in the mornings. Making it even harder, were audiocassette tapes I had of us. I used to enjoy listening to the sounds of our love making on days we didn't get together. It was only after Lisa ended it, that I started thinking about my next door neighbor. I was 63 years old when I first cheated on my wife with Lisa. About 2 months into my relationship with Lisa, a new married couple moved in next door. Although I noticed the very attractive wife, I initially had no sexual thoughts about her. I was with Lisa, so I simply wasn't interested. So for the first few months, I was just a friendly neighbor. Rick was 40, and Karen was 35. They were married for 3 years, with no children. Karen had just come from a job interview when I happened to run into her at a local supermarket. She looked sexy, all made up. The skirt portion of her outfit was cut above the knees, revealing a great pair of legs and a great ass. I didn't even recognize her at first, but from that day on I started having sexual thoughts about her. Yet, she was a married woman. Why would she even consider having sex with her 64 yr. old next door neighbor? Yet, I sensed there were several circumstances working in my favor. Rick was in sales and marketing, thus he was always going away on business. I often heard the phrase "Rick is away" from Karen. My wife was even unwittingly giving me chances to be with Karen. By getting me to help Karen with some household job because "Rick, was away." It started driving me crazy knowing that Karen was often home alone. I realized that I could use Rick's absences to get even closer to her. I figured that despite being married, she might be lonely and thus vulnerable. So I decided to see what would happen if I tried flirting with her. So whenever I was alone with her I'd tell her how good she looked, or how good she always smelled. She always seemed genuinely flattered, and thanked me. However, I wasn't just being polite. I used words like sexy and hot. So why wasn't she telling me to stop? I took this as a good sign, so I started looking for ways to see her more often. I saw that she also liked to keep in shape, so I offered her the chance to go to a country club I belonged to. The club was fairly expensive, with a 2-year waiting list to join. As a 30-yr. member, I was able to let Karen and her girlfriend go as my guests. The club had a restaurant, bar, golf course, tennis and racket ball courts, a fitness center, spa, and pool. So Karen and I started spending time together at the club. I was always sexually aroused just being with her. Karen enjoyed using the stationary bike, so I started using it along with her. We also played tennis together, and we were going out to lunch. Since we really seemed to be getting along well, I decided to try seeing her in less public surroundings. So I called her up one afternoon just to talk. I eventually got her to let me come over to her house when we were not going to the club, and we'd talk over coffee or a beer. I used this opportunity to make even more aggressive advances towards her. She had reddish, brown hair, which she always wore up in a pony tale or bun when at the club. When I saw that her hair was now down, I told her I preferred it that way. I then got bold and stroked her hair briefly, while telling her it felt good. She smiled, and thanked me for the compliment. Later as I was leaving, I decided to try some physical contact. As she walked me to the door, I placed my hand on the small of her back. I only left it there for a few seconds before taking it away. I felt relieved when she didn't take any offense. So the next time, I again put my hand on the small of her back as walked towards the door. This time however, I didn't take it away so quickly and even kept it there as we talked briefly at the door before I left. This encouraged me. Not only wasn't she objecting to my verbal remarks, she wasn't objecting to physical contact. Yet, I still wasn't even close to having sex with her. However, at that point I was just trying to see how far I could go. A few days later I saw birthday cards on a table. I decided to use this to initiate even closer contact. So I asked if I could hug her. Initially she was hesitant, and asked why I wanted a hug. I told I didn't realize it was her birthday, and just wanted to give a hug to the birthday girl. She smiled saying "Sure, of course you can." So I embraced her, even telling her how good she felt. I then gave her a kiss on her forehead and wished her a happy birthday. She smiled saying, "Aww, thanks, that's so sweet of you." Her body felt so good, I couldn't resist asking for another hug a few days later. When she again asked why, I just said that I really liked her as a person, then jokingly added that I always liked to get hugs from sexy women. I was very nervous asking this, and figured she would politely refuse. So I was relieved when she laughed saying, sure, since you put it like that." This time my cock was fully erect, and I'm sure she must have felt it. So I was amazed at how long she let me hold her before breaking it off. I felt asking for a hug three times in a row was too much, so I didn't ask. So I was quite surprised when she turned to me as I was leaving saying, "What, no hug today? I smiled and quickly took advantage and embraced her. This time I put both of my hands on her lower back and pressed her closer to me. My cock quickly started getting hard. She let me hug her like this for almost 20 seconds before breaking it off. I also gave her a quick kiss to her forehead before she pulled away. These hugs were very exciting and important to me. She even started letting me hug her when I arrived, and again when I left. My wife had many activities keeping her busy, and Rick was at work. So I had plenty of opportunity to go over and visit. Since Karen wasn't objecting to my hugs, I made my next move. One day, I started massaging her shoulders while she was making lunch in the kitchen. Later, we were talking when the phone rang. I followed her into the kitchen, and while she was talking on the phone I put my hand on her lower back and started gently rubbing it. I was clearly taking a chance, but I still wanted to see just how far I could go. The conversation lasted about 5 min. As she hung up the phone, I was worried about her response. However she just said, "Thanks, that felt nice." So I started massaging her whenever I was over. My cock was always hard as I stood behind her massaging her shoulders or back. I felt there was no way she couldn't have felt my bulge against her. Yet not only wasn't she objecting, she kept saying, "That felt good, or that was nice." So I then made my boldest move yet. Usually if I came over before noon, she would be wearing a light, well worn, housedress. She usually didn't notice when some of the buttons along the front became undone. This allowed me to clearly see her legs, inner thighs, and even her panties as she walked around the house. I could even see her breasts if the top buttons came undone. So while looking directly down at the opening of her dress. I just came right out and said, "Mmmm, "I love your legs." Clearly embarrassed, she said "Oh God," and started closing up. However, I quickly reached down and stopped her. I then asked if I could get a better look. Instead of getting upset, she actually extended her right leg out slightly, giving me that better look. I ran my hand up and down her thigh a few times, telling her how smooth and soft they felt. After thanking me, I asked her if she would sit down and cross her legs for me. To this she replied, "What, you must be joking." I replied, "No, it's just something I'd really love to see." She reluctantly agreed saying, "All right, if it's really that important to you." She then sat down and crossed her legs like I asked. I again told her how sexy her legs were. She laughed, and told me, "Now you're just being silly." I then put my hand on her thigh just above the knee and I began rubbing her thigh and calf while again telling her how nice and smooth her legs were. She let me do this for nearly 30 sec. However, when I tried to slip my hand between her crossed thighs, she finally got annoyed at me. She immediately grabbed my hand saying, "OK, you've had your fun for today." She then quickly stood up, and fully buttoned up the dress. She then asked me to leave, saying she had to get ready to go out. I was afraid that I'd finally gone to far. However when I called the next day, she let me come over as if nothing had happened. So I felt it was safe to continue pushing the limits with her. We were standing in the kitchen talking over coffee. As usual, I moved close and started gently rubbing her back. However I then placed my hand directly on her butt. She was wearing the housedress. It was made of very thin material, so I could feel her entire butt cheek in my hand. I started rubbing her butt, and she just kept on talking. I rubbed her butt for nearly two-min before she finally moved away from me. When she then turned to face me, I thought for sure she was going to get angry. Yet, she just kept making polite conversation like nothing had happened. Encouraged, I then made another aggressive move. As she was washing our coffee cups in the sink, I stood next to her and again placed my hand on her butt, and told her how nice it was. Then even though she finished washing the cups, She just stood there and let me squeeze her butt cheeks a few times before moving away from me. I felt her reactions that day was very revealing. Everything I had tried before could have been conceived as playful flirting. However, my squeezing her butt was different. I was getting away with far too much. Yet on the other hand, she never initiated anything. Still it was obvious that something was going on here. Why wasn't she telling me to stop? I felt my earlier observations about Rick and Karen was correct. Rick worked long hours. So even when he wasn't away on a sales trip, he was at the office. I could appreciate this since I too, used to work 12-hour days while running my own business. I felt that Karen might not be satisfied with Rick. So I finally decided to express to her my desire for sex. We were sitting on the living room sofa talking. She was wearing low cut shorts. So I reached out and placed my hand on her thigh and started rubbing it. She didn't stop me, so I was slowly working my way up her thigh. She finally stopped me by gently pushing my hand away. I quickly placed my hand right back and continued rubbing. Karen then stood up and said she was getting a coffee. I followed her into the kitchen. As she was making the coffee, I stood behind her and put both hands on her hips and pressed myself against her. She let me do this for about 10 seconds before moving away from me. I then walked over and without asking, started giving her a hug. I put both hands on her butt and squeezed her butt cheeks a few times. She then gently, but firmly pushed me away. I then quickly put my hands on her sides, telling her how much I liked her body. She smiled, but again moved away from me. She then walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. I followed and sat down right next to her. I quickly put my hand on her upper thigh. When I tried slipping my hand between her crossed thighs, she quickly grabbed my hand saying, "Please stop it." I told her I couldn't help it, and that I loved touching her body. She replied, yes I know, but now your getting too carried away." I admitted this to her, and again placed my hand on her thigh. She got up, and walked back into the kitchen. When I followed, she really got annoyed and asked why I was acting this way. I said, "Oh c'mon, you know I want you. I've been coming on to you for months." Karen acknowledged this, but denied ever encouraging my advances. I told her she always let me get away with far too much. "You may not have initiated anything, but you've certainly never stopped me either." I then blatantly told her she wasn't getting enough sex and attention from Rick, and welcomed my advances. These words clearly effected her, because she didn't respond. I then walked over to her. I put my hands on her sides and told her I knew she wanted me. She just silently looked out the window as I told her how good a lover I was, and that we could be having great sex together. I then blatantly said, "You are sexually attracted to me, aren't you," After a few agonizing seconds, she simply nodded yes. I then kissed her on the lips. She briefly returned the kiss, but then pushed me away. Karen then said that she couldn't go any further with this. Although I was extremely disappointed, our relationship now entered yet another phase. Although we weren't having sex, she was now openly letting me touch her. I was now openly touching her legs and caressing her thighs. I was even lifting up her skirts to hold and squeeze her bare butt cheeks. She even let me cup her breast though her shirts and tops. Although I was getting sexual thrills touching her like this. Whenever I tried to initiate sex, she always told me she didn't want to risk our marriages. I just didn't understand why she wouldn't go all the way. The day I finally had sex with Karen began quite innocently. I was about to go on my early morning run when I saw Rick in his driveway. I could see Rick putting things into the back of his truck, so I walked up the driveway to see if he needed hand. He was going on a fishing trip. After helping him for a few min, he invited me in for a quick cup of coffee. We were inside talking when Karen came down the stairs. Clearly not expecting to see me, Karen was wearing a low cut nightshirt. It barely covered her butt, and I could clearly see most of her breasts. I was privately amused when she quickly buttoned up, and acted as if she hadn't seen me in a while. I noticed that Rick didn't seem to mind me seeing his wife this way. So I decided to attempt another very bold move. Rick went upstairs to get a few things. While keeping an ear out for Rick, I quickly placed my hand under her shirt, and put my hand on her butt cheek. I then I squeezed her butt and rubbed the back of her legs for about two min. Just as I thought, she didn't say anything. I stopped when I heard Rick coming back down. Rick thanked me for my help, then talked briefly with Karen before leaving. Rick didn't show any concern about leaving with me alone with his wife. So he clearly only saw me as a friendly old man. However, I clearly noticed some tension between Karen and Rick left. I looked like Karen was upset at Rick for going fishing on a day off. Seeing Karen looking so sexy in this shirt was just too much. So I decided to start pressing her even more aggressively for sex. My Neighbor's Wife So I immediately put my hands on her butt again and told her how sexy she looked in that shirt. I then pressed her to me and hugged her. Like always, she let me hug her. However when I started to unbutton her shirt, she quickly turned around and walked into the kitchen. She then asked if I wanted anything to drink, then took out some bottled water. I quickly approached her and put my hand between her thighs. However she quickly moved away from me without saying anything. I noticed that her hand was shaking slightly as she took a drink of water. I asked why her hand was shaking, but she didn't respond. So I approached her and put my hands on her hips. I then kissed her on the forehead. She then pushed me away while calmly telling me to please stop. I could see her hand was still shaking slightly as she held the bottled water. So I told her she was shaking because she was excited. I moved beside her, and began rubbing her thigh again. She let me do this for about 20 seconds before again moving away. I went to approach her yet again, but she quickly put up her hand and asked me to please stop. However I ignored her, and again put my hands on her hips and pressed her against me. She quickly pushed me away and snapped, "Stop crowding me like that." I again moved right beside her and began caressing her thighs. She still let me do this for a few seconds, before again moving away. Yet despite all this, she still stuck to her usual behavior. When I didn't immediately approach her again, She quickly went back to acting as if nothing had happened. She started talking about something she saw on TV. So I just started right back in on her. I stood beside her and slipped my hands between her thighs. She clearly grew annoyed at this saying, "Please, lets not start this again." I ignored her and kept rubbing her thighs. I then told her I desperately wanted to have sex with her. I assured that I didn't want to risk my marriage either, and that I'd keep it between us. I told her we'd only be having sex, and not running away with each other. I assured her that sex with me would be a pleasurable experience. I told her I knew she wanted me too, and that there was no reason to fight her natural desires. I realized that talking wasn't going to get her into bed, so I just took her by the hand and started walking towards the stairs. After taking a few steps, Karen said, "Just where do you think your we're going?" I simply responded, "I'm taking you upstairs to bed." Karen responded, "No, I'm not going to do this." I just ignored her and continued towards the stairs. Karen took a few more steps before saying, "Didn't you hear me, I'm not doing this." I ignored her, and while still holding her hand started up the stairs. She then pulled her hand away saying, "I'm not going upstairs with you," I quickly retook her hand and proceeded back up the stairs. As we climbed the stairs, she said, "Don't you understand? I don't want to do this." At the top of the stairs, she abruptly stopped. However instead of trying to get away or threaten me, she just said, "Please, stop acting like this." Yet her words only encouraged me. If she really didn't want to have sex, why wasn't she threatening to start screaming or call the police? Instead she was only putting up a mild protest. I didn't drag her up the stairs, kicking and screaming. I never physically threatened her at all. I then gently, but firmly put my arm around her waist and walked her into the bedroom. I then began undoing the buttons on her nightshirt. Karen responded in a clam tone saying, "Please, your not listening to me." I just ignored her and resumed undoing her shirt. I opened it up, revealing her bare breasts and panties. When I did this, Karen did something very interesting. She let out a long extended exhale, as if she was blowing on a hot bowl of soup. I took this as a clear sign of sexual excitement, so I slipped my hand between her thighs and began rubbing her pussy through her panties. I could tell that she was wet, and said to her, "Wow you must be dripping." I then said, "Now please, get in the bed." She refused and pushed my hand away, from her panties. I again told her to "Get in the bed." Again she refused. I then said to her, "Listen, I know you want to, so stop acting like you don't. Let's just do it once, if you don't like the experience, I'll never approach you about it ever again. Now, get in bed." She replied, "You're not going to take no for an answer, are you." "No, I replied, now get in the bed." Instead of refusing, she just stood there looking at me. I then knelt down and started removing her panties. To my surprise, she actually put her hands on my shoulders for balance and lifted each leg as I removed them. I then stood up and looked down at her now completely naked body. I then reached out and gently squeezed her clearly erect nipples. She responded by letting out another deep exhale. She then watched as I removed my shirt, then my pants. My cock was fully erect and sticking out underneath my jockey shorts. I then put my hands on her sides, and moved her closer to the bed. She then sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. So I removed my shorts, freeing my fully erect and throbbing cock. She then skirted over towards the head of the bed and lay completely on her back. I could hardly believe what was happening. She was naked on the bed, ready and willing for sex. I was so overcome with excitement, I just spread her I legs apart and positioned myself to enter her missionary style. However, she quickly stopped me, and reminded me that I wasn't wearing any protection. I was so worried that she might change her mind if I left to get some condoms, that I tried assuring her that I would pull out before I reached orgasm. Fortunately, Karen said she owned a diaphragm. Fearing that she still might change her mind, I was very anxious when she disappeared into the bathroom. Thankfully she quickly returned, and I watched as she lay down on the bed and inserted the diaphragm. Still extremely excited, I didn't even bother with any foreplay. I simply spread her legs and slid my cock into her. She responded by wrapping her legs around me, and we were then in the classic male superior position. I just humped her in this position until I reached orgasm. Unfortunately I was so excited, that I finished way too quickly. Only taking about 3 min before I reached orgasm. As I collapsed on top of her. I was immediately worried she'd think I was lousy in bed. So I quickly apologized to her for my performance, telling her that I was just too excited. However, I noticed that she was breathing deeply and her cheeks were flushed. So she must have enjoyed it. We lay together without talking for about 5 min. She then got up, grabbed her nightshirt, and went into the bathroom. When over 5 min went by and she didn't come back out, I went to see if she was all right. I found her in a guestroom down the hall. I noticed that she was silently wiping tears away. I then sat down next to her and asked if she was OK. I was very worried about her crying. Visions of her accusing me of rape suddenly popped into my head. However I was relieved when she said, "I never cheated on Rick before." I then put my arm around her and assured her that nobody would find out. I told her it was only sex, and wasn't anything to be ashamed of. I then told her to be honest and asked if she enjoyed it. When she said yes, I once again began pressing her for more sex. I began rubbing her thighs and I said, "OK then, lets go back to bed." To my surprise, she simply got up and walked with me back into her room. I was very pleased when she closed the door behind us. This showed she knew what she was doing. This time I performed better. Engaging in plenty of foreplay before entering her. I put her legs up in the same V position Lisa and I enjoyed so much. Despite having sex for a second time, it was only around 8:00am. So we lay in bed together until 9:00am, then I finally left. Neither one of us wanted to end our marriages, so we had to be very discrete. We felt doing it too often in our own homes was risky. So we mostly met in short-stay motels in our area. The affair lasted for nearly 5 months. Unfortunately, we were eventually caught. Yet it was my earlier relationship with Lisa, that actually led to our being discovered. Unknown to me, my wife had accidentally found those audiocassette tapes I made with Lisa. These were obviously upsetting to my wife. She hired a private detective agency to find out what was going on. The agency taped Karen and I meeting up at local motels. Out of anger towards Karen, my wife told Rick about our affair. My wife threatened me with divorce, and threw me out. I got a room in a motel. About two days later, I received a call from Karen on my cell phone. Karen said Rick became orally abusive towards her and also threw her out. She was clearly shaken by this, and I suggested she come over so we could talk about it. She agreed, and we spent hours talking. Karen stayed with me the whole night. However we didn't have sex, We just laid together in bed talking about what would happen next. Were both marriages over? If not, how long would it be until they took us back? In Karen's case, the answer came very soon. Rick wanted a divorce. Although my wife did not ask for a divorce, she wasn't going to forgive or forget. However, I quickly realized I didn't even want to get back with my wife. After all it was now Karen, and not my wife, with whom I was having an intimate sexual relationship. Karen was my lover and I wasn't about to give her up. However, I didn't have any sexual contact with Karen for the next two months. Karen was staying with a girlfriend while waiting to see what Rick would do. Meanwhile, my wife and I were barely talking. I got tired living in a motel room and moved into my own apartment. When Karen told me that Rick had officially filled for divorce, I asked her to move in with me. Karen accepted my offer despite her girlfriend's objections. My wife didn't know that Karen was staying with me. So when she finally called to talk, I didn't want to deceive her any longer. So I told her I was now living with Karen. To my surprise, my wife didn't get upset. Instead, she calmly told me that she would wait. She was convinced I was just going through a stage, and would eventually returned to my senses. So I now knew exactly were I stood. Although I still loved my wife, I now looked upon Karen as "My" woman. I had worked hard getting her, and I wasn't going to let her go just yet. So despite my wife's ultimatum, I had decided I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in a sexless marriage. Rick was able to prove Karen's adultery. So she didn't receive any alimony, and Rick was allowed to live in the house. So Karen and I settled down together. I made sure that Karen stayed with me by always giving her good sex. I always began by manually spreading her legs apart with my hands. I'd hold her legs apart either by her knees, calves or ankles. I'd then rub my cock against her thighs. I'd then slowly rub the head of my cock around the outside of her vaginal lips before finally inserting my cock. I'd then use long slow stokes, before eventually shifting to faster, shorter strokes. The point of holding her legs apart like that was to make sure Karen knew that she was "getting" it, and that I was in control. Karen also enjoyed using the Hitachi magic wand vibrator. So I always made sure to use it on her. As a result, she ended up saying with me for a lot longer that she initially planned. After about 10 months together, our relationship entered yet another phase when Karen became pregnant. We had always used protection. However as time went on, we started having straight, unprotected sex. Karen trusted my ability to pull out before reaching orgasm. However, the opportunity to ejaculate inside a woman without a condom is often too much for a man to resist. Clearly I was no exception. Unfortunately her pregnancy was not really a cause for rejoicing. Although we were together, our relationship wasn't one big happy romance. Our age difference was a problem. I might have looked great for a 66 yr. old, but I'd be 82 by the time our daughter reached 16. Karen didn't love me, so marriage was never an option. Karen had always made it clear that she didn't plan to spend the rest of her life with me. The relationship was almost entirely based on sex. I was with Karen because she was giving me sex on an exclusive, regular basis. Karen was with me because she was living rent-free and being taken care of. Although she never asked for anything I was also showering her with expensive gifts. I bought her several heart shaped, diamond or gold earrings, bracelets and pendants. I even bought her a car. I fully supported her during the pregnancy, and she eventually gave birth to a healthy girl. During her pregnancy, people always thought I was Karen's father. Yet, Karen never hesitated in telling them that I was indeed the father. Immediately after learning she was pregnant, I bought Karen a $5000 diamond ring. She accepted it, and allowed me to place it on her ring finger. I enjoyed helping Karen take care of our daughter. My Oldest daughter, who despite still being very upset with me, even helped Karen take care of her "half sister" when needed. Karen lived with me for over a year after the birth. Yet despite having a child together, Karen finally decided to move on with her life. I used my old contacts to help her find a job. She eventually moved out into a place of her own. Although I had bonded with my daughter, I agreed to Karen's desire to raise her as a singe parent. When our daughter was 4, Karen got engaged to another man. They married, and moved to another state. Karen has since had another child with her new husband. Karen still calls me, and sends me pictures of our daughter through the Internet. My wife would've no problems divorcing me. I had clearly cheated, then abandoned my marital obligations. Conversely, according to the laws in our state, my wife's sexual abandonment was also grounds for divorce. Yet my wife never officially divorced me. When Karen moved out, I told my wife that Karen and I were no longer together. However, I admitted that it was Karen's decision, not mine. So continued living on my own for another year. During this time, my wife and I gradually got back on speaking terms. However when our children saw this, they all advised her not to take me back under any circumstances. It was then that my wife admitted to everyone her feelings of sexual inadequacy towards me. Although she didn't excuse my infidelity, She did admit to completely shutting herself off sexually to me. She admitted that I had approached her many times about it, that she always refused to discuss it. My wife eventually took me back. However, my children still haven't forgiven me, and I'm still trying to get back into their good graces. In the end, my wife knew that I still loved her, and that I had always treated her well. After all, what else was my wife going to do? Start dating again, Get remarried? Yet after all this, she still made it clear there would be no sex between us. However she told me I could still be with other women. Although this would probably surprise most people, it was really a true sign of her love for me. She knew that I had worked hard to keep myself in great shape. For over 30 years, she enjoyed my body, and took pride in showing it off to all her friends. Now that she had finally come to terms with her loss of sexual drive, she saw no reason why I had to suffer. So despite now being 69 years old, I still manage to get much younger women. I've had sex with two other younger women since getting back with my wife. She knows about them, and true to her word, didn't object. My wife and I are still affectionate towards each other, and we are still married. My Neighbor's Wife Some say familiarity breeds contempt. I say it opens the door to sexual adventure. How many neighbors end up fucking just because they have gotten to know the person and don't feel they are a threat? ENJOY!! I was sitting on my patio enjoying an adult beverage when my neighbor's wife appeared on their patio. She was wearing some of those mid-thigh lengths, loose fitting jersey shorts, a T-shirt and tennis shoes with no socks. Her hair was done up in a ponytail and she wearing a very old baseball cap. I'll call her Ann. Ann is 50ish and in reasonably good shape. Her legs are full and long, her belly has a slight pooch, her breasts are full, maybe 38C. As most of us do in later life, she was developing a pear shape. She and her husband have been living next door to me for about 15 years. I had watched their kids grow up and leave. Her husband, Allen, is a fishing nut and takes off most weekends to fish somewhere. I've gone with him a few times. Besides fishing tackle, fish and pussy, Ann was one of the topics of conversation. Basically the sex had gone out of their marriage. After 30 years of marriage, they were more very good friends then husband and wife. From our conversations, I gleaned that she was once a great sex partner, but that after having and raising three kids, she lost interest. This weekend he was off doing his fishing thing, Ann was going to mow the grass for the first time. It was late April and we had lots of rain so the grass was high and thick. She waved and we exchanged pleasantries. She disappeared into their garage. I walked inside to replenish my glass. The tinkle of ice cubes splashing into my glass was drowned out by the roar of Ann's lawnmower. I walked back out on my patio, sat down and watched her struggle as she tried to push the mower threw the thick grass. It was obvious she had it set too low. I walked over and told her to shut the lawnmower off. I explained to her that with the grass this high she needed to set the mower to cut higher and she might have to make two passes. I knelt and began adjusting the wheels upward. She knelt across from me and chatted as I struggled getting the wheels up and to the same height. I glanced up and noticed that her jersey shorts had tightened around her pussy as she knelt. I saw a nice camel toe outlined by sweat marks on her crotch. Instant hard on! I must have been staring. "Can you do that while looking at me?" "No I can't! You'd better move so I can concentrate!" l laughed. Now we had previous little double entendre conversations. Over the years, it had become part of our little flirtation. Even Allen got in on it. But a little gentle probing over the years back had revealed that they were not in the swinging life style and just saw me as their safe older neighbor. Ann went back to mowing. I made no pretense of not watching her. The shirt and shorts were soaked and clinging to every curve. Occasionally, the shorts would ride into the crack of her ass. She'd reached back and pull them out. For whatever reason, watching this pre senior soaking wet with sweat mowing her lawn was turning me on. She finished the first pass with the mower. She knelt to adjust the height, looked over at me and raised both hands in the air in exasperation. I hollered for her to wait a minute, ran in and grabbed a beer for her. While she took big gulps of the ice cold beer, I knelt and adjusted the cutting height. She was standing on the other side of the mower. The wet jersey material had pulled the shorts up into her pussy. The mound and split of the vulva was clearly outlined. Again she caught me. "Look, she said, are you going to adjust the mower or voyeur this old grey haired woman!" "I'm doing both. I'm enjoying the view!" She looked down, saw the shorts clinging to her pussy and began pulling them loose. As she grabbed the legs of the loose fitting shorts and pulled on them, I got a brief look at her hairy pussy! "Hey, I said, be careful! Your husband is out of town and I'm between girlfriends. Stop teasing this old man. " I stood. She laughed and handed me the empty bottle. "What makes you think I'm teasing!" I laughed. She restarted the mower and began mowing the grass again. In about an hour she was finished. She glistened with sweat. The shorts and shirt were matted to her body. "Hey I'm finished, do you mind getting me another one of those cold beers?" I waved and walked in to get the beer. I hesitated and added a healthy tall glass of Bacardi Select and rum for both of us. When I got back outside she had pulled up a chair opposite mine. I handed her the beer and the glass of rum and coke. "Whoa, she said, I don't know if I can handle all of that! Besides, are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me? " "Certainly!" I said laughing. She laughed along with me. She took a deep pull on the beer. When she sat it down it was half gone. She did the same to the rum. She crossed her legs and we began some meaningless chit chat about the village, her kids and Allen. The cool evening breeze dried the shorts some and the legs drooped. Her pussy was on display. I stole quick glances as we chatted. She drained the beer and the rum. She held both up questioningly. I grabbed the empties and went in for refills. We sipped our fresh drinks and chatted. It was obvious to me that she knew I could see up her shorts and was having fun with it. Finally I said, "Look just take the damn things off and let me get a good look!" We both howled. She drained the beer and rum. She stood. "I need to clean out the grass from the bottom of the mower. I don't want to hear Allen's mouth!" A few minutes later, her head appeared from the garage door. "Could you give me a hand here?" she said. I walked over. She was trying to get the mower on its side to clean it. We struggled and get it on its side. We were both sweating. She threw an old blanket on the floor, lay on her side and started scraping grass from under the mower. The pants drooped gain and her pussy was on display again. I could see the thick red/grey bush. It was wet and matted to her pussy such that I could see her pussy lips. "I've been finished down here for a few minutes, but I'm enjoying you looking at me." I moved to the edge of the blanket and knelt on one knee. "Well, I may as well get a good look since I've been caught!" I laughed. She lay there quietly well as I stared at her pussy. I slowly took one hand and ran it up one leg of her shorts. She shivered as I traced the outline of her pussy lips with a finger. I slowly pushed the finger into her pussy. She was so wet my finger slipped right in. She gasped and I could hear a slight whistling sound as she took a deep breath. I added my thumb to her clit and slowly finger fucked her while I massaged her clit. It was over in a minute. Her back arched, she grabbed my hand and screamed oh fuck as she came all over my hand. She didn't squirt but just oozed copious amounts of juices. I pulled my hand out of her shorts. It was covered in the clearish, whiteish juices of her pussy. She looked around a little wild eyed. "Oh my god we shouldn't have down that!" she cried. I stared her right in the eyes, stuck my fingers in my mouth and licked her juices from my hand. They tasted salty and sweet since they were mixed with her sweat. I could see the shock/lust on her face. I reached my hand out and rubbed it across her lips. At first she moved her head away and to the side. I persisted, placing one finger on her lips. I felt and saw her tongue lick my finger. Then she held my hand and licked all of her remaining juices from my hand. We both stood. "I'll have another drink ready for us after you shower." I turned and walked back across her yard to my patio. It was fully dark now. I fixed two more drinks and got 2 more beers. I could make out Ann's shape as she moved toward my patio. As she moved into the light from my family room, I saw she was wearing a flowered halter top with pink shorts. Her nails were done in that same shade of pink. The slight pooch of her belly added certain sexiness to her full figure. She was by no means a BBW. She was a full figured woman in her 50's. She sat down and grabbed the beer. In one gulp, she drained half the beer. She picked up the rum and coke and did the same thing! "We need to talk!" she said. I winced a little. Here we go with the guilt and the I've-never-done-anything-like-that-before. I was beginning to worry if she would tell Allen. "I owe you a hand job or even a good blowjob for getting an old lady off like that!" I laughed, a lot relieved. "No payback necessary! It was an impromptu moment that probably shouldn't have happened." "Fuck that, she said, it probably should have happened a long time ago!" She took the pillow from the chair and dropped it on the concrete of the patio. She knelt on the pillow, opened my pants and pulled out my hardening dick. She licked the head lightly. Ann looked up and said, "It's been a while since I sucked a cock so if I do something wrong tell me!" She took an ice cube from the glass and put it in her mouth. She swallowed my dick with the ice cube in her mouth. The sensation of cold ice and warm mouth was mind blowing. She started a slow bobbing of her head up and down. The melting ice was running out of the sides of her mouth and down my balls. My ass was lifting off the seat from the warm/cold sensations. Up and down she bobbed, making little popping sounds sometimes on the upstroke when my cock popped out of her mouth. Soon, all too soon, I felt that sensation in my prostrate, that tingling in my balls that meant I was close to cumming. I managed to tell her. She just nodded and kept sucking. I unloaded in her mouth! Squirt after squirt pulsed from my cock into her mouth. Gamely she tried to swallow it all. But it was too much. Some cum began to run out of the corners of her mouth. Then she gagged and started coughing. Holding my semi hard dick in one hand she wiped my cum from her mouth as she continued coughing. Just as I was getting concerned, she leaned over and licked the cum drops from the head of my cock. "Wow!" "Like I said, it's been a few years since I sucked a cock but I used to be pretty good at it!" "You still are!" "Well, she said, I need to get inside but Allen doesn't get back until Sunday. We'll have to see what else we can do. " She took my cock into her mouth, sucked it briefly, and then she got up and walked back to her home. *** I was awakened by the persistent ringing of the phone. A little groggy, I glanced over at the clock. It was 2:30 a.m.! What the fuck! I grabbed the phone and yelled hello into it. The voice on the other end said hello. It took a second, and then I realized it was Ann. "Is something wrong?" "No, she said, I couldn't get to sleep and wondered if you were up." "I'm up now!" "Could we talk?" "Now???" "This was a bad idea, I'm sorry I called." She hung up. I was fully awake now. I sat on the bed for a few minutes. Then I got my phone book, looked up their number and called Ann back. She answered almost immediately. "Talk to me!" Somewhere in the back of my mind was the cold fear that she had finally had the guilt reaction. Her husband was a hunter too! "Can I come by for a minute?" A conversation about the time, the propriety of her visit, the neighbors, etc., etc. was bubbling in my mind. "Sure, but come through the patio door. Let me turn off the motion sensor lights first." A few minutes later she was standing in my family room right off the patio. She had on a neck to ankles robe, bunny slippers and a confused look. She had been thinking about what happened. She had no regrets. But she wanted more! She explained that for years she had no sex. Occasionally, when Allen was away, she'd lie in bed and finger herself to orgasm. She went on to say that she and Al hadn't had sex in over 4 years. She had reached the point where she thought she didn't need it anymore. But after what happened this afternoon, she knew she did. I was mentally going through my conversational options when she sank to her knees and grabbed my cock. I made a halfhearted attempt to stop her. Then that same warm mouth was enveloping my cock. She sucked me hard, hungrily. I grabbed her head in both my hands. "Easy, Ann, easy, I'm not going anywhere." Her robe fell open. She was naked. I pushed her to the floor. I roughly spread her legs and buried my face in her pussy. I nibbled on her clit while my fingers found the G-spot. In minutes her back was arched, her ass off the floor and I felt a wetness moving down my chin. I didn't stop. Using one hand I pushed my shorts down. With my fingers still in her pussy, I turned and offered her my cock 69 style. She inhaled it! I kept sucking her clit and finger fucking her while she sucked greedily on my cock. Twice more I felt her cum. Finally I felt that tingle that meant I was cumming. I unloaded into her mouth. Her back arched as she came again. I rolled over and lay next to her, head to feet. She set up. Her face was covered in my cum. It was in her hair, on her eyebrows and dripping from her chin. "You are a mess!" I chortled while she used her hand to wipe cum from her face. I watched as she licked my cum from her hands. Her eyes never left mine. She leaned over and kissed me. I could taste the saltiness of my cum on her lips. I glanced at the clock. It was just short of 3:15 a.m. "Can we fuck now?" she said coyly. We stood up. Somehow she still had on her bunny slippers. I pulled off my sweaty shirt, took her hand and started upstairs. As I reached back to turn out the light, she walked pass me and started up the stairs. That fabulous full ass was at mouth level. I kissed her on her ass and then lightly bit it. She yelped, tries to run up the stairs and slipped. I lay down on top of her. She parted her legs slightly and my semi hard cock slid right into her soaking wet pussy. I slowly moved in and out of her pussy. She started a slow low pitched moan. She kept that up for a few minutes. The sound of her sloppy wet pussy making squishy sounds filled the air. Suddenly she started to giggle. I stop, bewildered. "What??" I said! "Is that me? Is my pussy making all of those sounds?" "Yes, you slut, that's your pussy making all that noise!" I laughed. She pushed me off her and ran up the last few stairs and into the bedroom. I pushed her down on the bed on her belly and entered her again. She rose to her knees. I got a firm grip on her hips and repeatedly pulled her ass back to my dick. She was almost screaming. "Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me!!" I took one hand placed it on her ass and slowly slipped my thumb in her asshole. She must have jumped 6 feet. I pressed my thumb hard into her ass and kept a slow steady rhythm with my cock in her pussy. "Please, please, please!" She kept saying that over and over. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear: "Should I stop?" She slowly shook her head. I began moving my thumb in and out of her ass. Slowly at first then with more power she began thrusting her ass back against my cock in her pussy and thumb in her ass. The flesh hitting flesh sound filled the air. She made animal sounds deep in her throat. This late middle aged suburban housewife was returning to her roots: a cock loving sexual animal! I felt her wetness as she came. She collapsed forward on the bed. "Allen has never touched my ass!" she whispered breathlessly. "How did it feel?" "It hurt a little, she uttered, but at the same time it was the fullest feeling I have ever had!" We were laying spoon fashion on my bed. I reached behind me and got my bottle of lube. I squirted some on my hand and my cock. I slowly eased a lubed finger into her ass. I could feel her sphincters tighten as my finger penetrated deep in her ass. "Does that hurt?" She nodded her head. "But don't stop!" For the next few minutes I finger fucked her ass. Periodically I would add more lube. Finally I added more lube to my cock. She grunted as I pulled my finger out. I slid over closer. I pressed my cock against her ass. I could feel her ass muscles tighten. I stopped. I felt her relax and I pressed my cock against her ass. She raised her leg slightly, offering me easier access. I pressed the head of my cock against her ass. Just the tip of the head went in. I stopped and waited. I felt her ass muscles relaxing. I pushed the head of my cock in. There was a sharp intake of breath. She reached back and pressed the palm of her hand against my thigh, my signal to stop. We lay there a few minutes. I played with her tits and assured her that we would stop anytime she wanted. I squirted more lube on the exposed portion of my cock and on her asshole. Slowly, I eased more of my cock in. Surprisingly, I felt her push back against my cock. The effect was to drive half my cock into her ass. I began a slow in and out. She kept up a low moan. "Oh my god...oh jesus...ahhhhh...oh fuck!" "Does it hurt?" I asked. "Yes, she whimpered, but it feels so good. Don't stop!" I had maybe 3/4 of my cock in her ass. I kept up a constant in and out rhythm. She began to match my rhythm and she picked up the speed. Soon I was pounding her ass hard and she was thrusting her ass back to receive each thrust. I smacked her ass hard. She yelped and thrust back hard. "Move your ass!" I urged her on, repeated slapping her ass repeatedly. My slaps rang like pistol shots in the confines of my bedroom. "Don't stop! God please...don't stop!" I felt that tingle that said I was about to cum. I picked up the pace. She was thrusting her ass back hard against my cock. She screamed as we started to cum together. With each spurt, I thrust hard into her ass. She matched each of my thrusts with one of her own. We lay in the bed spent. The room was filled with odor of sex. I glanced at the clock. It was 4:30 a.m. I smacked her ass playfully. "You better get up. In an hour or so people will start to stir, getting ready for work or whatever." She didn't want to be seen in her robe leaving my house! We walked down the steps together nude, her bunny slippers in her hand. I picked up her robe off the floor and handed it to her. She slipped into her robe and put on her slippers. Just before she left, we kissed. I watched her run across the grass to her patio door. Allen got home about noon. He called and told me to come over for my part of his catch. I had on some sweat pants and a tee. I put on some flip flops and walked the short distance to his patio door. I knocked and heard a muffled sound which I assumed was come in. Their kitchen was at the top of the stairs. Ann was there in a knee length T-shirt, cleaning fish. She turned, looked at me and smiled. "Excuse my appearance, she said, but it's easier to clean the fish this way and then just toss this into the washer." "And she has nothing on under that shirt. Want to see?" Allen grabbed the bottom of her shirt and tried to pull it up. He got it about ass high before she smacked him with a freshly cleaned fillet. He laughed and started down the stairs to the family room. "Come on down, he said, I'll buy you a beer, and tell you about the one that got away!" I started down. "Shit I got to take a piss, Get a beer and turn on the TV, there's a game on." He ducked in the bathroom. Behind me Ann cleared her throat. I turned. Ann had a devilish grin on her face. She pulled her shirt up around her waist. I laughed, stuck out my tongue and continued downstairs. I thought that Allen's future fishing trips were going to be very interesting!