0 comments/ 33388 views/ 1 favorites A Primrose Path Ch. 01 By: Pholkie Phred Cathy's Story: It was a lazy summer Thursday afternoon, and work was very slow when I received an email from my friend Randy desperately trying to put together a surprise birthday party for his wife Deb tomorrow night. Men, I thought, always waiting till the last minute to pull off an event that obviously should be given a few more days thought and planning at the very least. However, Deb deserved more than a flimsy excuse for a party and I agreed that my husband Art and I would both be at the bar / restaurant several towns away by 9pm for the "Big Surprise" party. Shopping for a gift was easy - a quick stop at the local candle shop for a "Mango/Kiwi"candle - her favorite scent - and then down the street to the local adult store for an appropriate card. Although Art and I had talked about opening our horizons, I wasn't sure how he would feel about Randy or that most the invited guests were part of his swingers group. Art Remembers: I had placed a few ads of my own online. Some were looking for swingers and others were looking for....trouble. Being male, I found more of the latter than the former. It was not really a competition as much as a game. I never really expected anything to come of my suggestion that we find some outside entertainment sometime. It had been several weeks since I had even made the suggestion When we got to the bar and a bunch of normal middle-aged looking folks were milling about I wasn't sure what to expect. I hoped that the women would at least be decent looking. Cathy: That morning, Billy "the Big Hawk" was on-line and somewhere in the IM'ing conversation, as a tease, I let it slip that we were going out to a swinger's party that evening. Although Billy was interested, I was sure that my casualness surprised him so I invited him to stop by for drinks if he wanted a closer look at the body on the other side of the keyboard. That evening, I put on my favorite party dress that has a scoop neckline cut down to my nipples and an even shorter hemline. I looked incredibly hot for all the men. Being a Leo, I was ready to roar this evening. Randy, being a big fan of my outward affections and protector of my "virtue", was going to watch over me this evening, as I had invited a guy (Billy) who I'd never met face-to-face before to meet me there. The lioness was to be in control but careful this evening. As I viewed the long pub tables stretched across the back wall, I mentally placed the men according to my seating preference around me. Billy would sit on my left, Randy across from me, his wife Deb next to him, and some new guys kitty-corner and to the left. To my right sat my husband Art. Shortly after 9:30, late as always, Randy brought the birthday girl, gave me a big hello kiss and sat across from me with his wife. Then, after a few introductory remarks from the other males at the table and maybe a quick glance and acknowledgement from the ladies, Billy came in, recognized my dress and description and sat to my left. I don't know if you ever tried to juggle three men at once, but let me tell you it isn't as easy as one would think. As Randy continued to flirt with me from across the table, playing footsie with me under the table, Art was rubbing his leg up against my leg, and adjusting his crotch. Billy, thinking he was the star-attraction on a first date drew the conversation around to him as he began running his right hand up and down my leg - eventually reaching all the way up to and gently touching my wet panties. Art: Maybe due to the volume in the club or maybe by predetermination, the table of people seemed to split into two sections. There was this hearing- impaired but cute blond in front of me, her tall and friendly husband at her side. Next to them and on my right was a single male friend of theirs. We chatted a bit, only occasionally about anything sexual. On the far side of the table were Randy and Debbie (the only two people who's names I had allowed to sink in at the time), an athletic looking black man, an older man with a handlebar mustache, and a guy who I later found out to be the Big Hawk from one of my wife's chat rooms. There may have been others there but they fell below my already dim radar. My wife had been acting weird for a while now but she was paying most of her attention to her left, leaving me with a quintet of unknowns to converse with about sex, drugs and rock and roll. At least my new friends weren't boring. Cathy: It was time for Deb to open her gifts. There were a few fragrant candles perfect for dripping wax onto a naked body. Then there was chocolate body paint and, amazingly, a remote-controlled dildo that performed at various speeds and functions. I was surprised at how quickly that toy slipped out of view, as it's remote control was being passed around the table. All of the gifts seemed aimed at either teasing her or turning her on and they mostly seemed to be working. I was on my third drink by the time I started to wonder who was fixing these things. Either being the new kid on the block or sitting between all the horny men was gratifying. A few more drinks and I wasn't sure if I wasn't the b-day girl with all the masculine attention that I had been receiving. Although Billy and I found IM'ing an easy way to correspond, we really hadn't gotten to talk to each other except that we that both loved sailing and craved adventures outside the box, which helped explained his interest in bondage. I knew he would be up for playing around and it was just a matter of time before I would enjoy his pleasures. All the while, the Big Hawk kept leaning into me and moving closer. His right knee and hand were between my legs and the smells and light, tickling touches made my skin tingle as if I were being devoured. I found myself letting go and joining in the other conversations and wondering what it would be like kissing some of these other men and even women. Art: As things began to wind down, I found myself wondering what was supposed to happen next. Did some kind of trap door open and we all tumbled into some giant bed together? Nobody was really talking about it around my end of the table but the underlying hints and encouragements were certainly there. Nobody quite came out and asked me if I'd ever done any swinging, but I assumed they knew I hadn't. Suddenly people were getting up, shouting goodbyes, shaking hands, giving hugs and kisses all around and then there Kat was pulling on my arm. Cathy: It turned out, Art planned on getting a massage later that weekend from a female acquaintance of his and that was my cue to call Billy to see if we could get together at the same time. I knew my old dog would try to get a bone this afternoon. But I felt like I was more than well equipped to play that game. As I hurried Art out the door, I waited not so patiently for Billy to get "in and out" before hubby got back. I lit a few fragrant candles for atmosphere and left the blinds ajar to filter the light and hide the view from any potential visitors. By the time Billy got here, I was more than ready for him to show me his stuff. He brought with him a cold bottle of Spanish wine that was chilled to perfection. After he popped this cork I got ready to pop his. He poured us each a glass and offered them up for approval. As he ever so gently leant into me and kissed my lips, he moved slowly down my neck and shoulders taking his time and making sure that I was enjoying every second. His deft hands slipped the straps of my dress down and off of my shoulders and he easily unzipped the back. As I stood there with my breasts popping over my bra, he unlatched the front and tossed it to the corner. He laid me on my back and found the snap at the side of my thong. Although I was nervous, it did not compare to what I felt next when he eagerly blindfolded me with a silk scarf he pulled from his bag. What was he going to do now? Although he was so gentle, I knew that he was into bondage and the unknown was what began to terrify me now. Shit, how could I be so stupid that I didn't have a back-up plan? I almost wished that Art was on his way home and catching us in the act. Of course, that was probably part of the thrill anyway. At least, if he came back soon I'd probably be alive in the morning and not handcuffed to the bed without a key when my daughter came home. The blindfold distorted my senses as it kept me in total darkness. I felt the fan blowing and it felt good against my body. Sensing my fear at a clanking sound, Billy told me to "relax and enjoy" as he dripped a wet liquid, first into my mouth, then over my breasts. The (white?) wine tasted delicious, and then even better with a deep sultry kiss thrown into the mix. He slowly licked the liquid off of my breasts and nibbled at my perky nipples - making them ache, as they were already really hard. Next I felt a cold drip against my nipples, which slid down my belly and danced nicely around my shaved and heart-shaped pussy hair. The liquid dripped into my cunt and I could feel his finger exploring where it had gone. I almost screamed when he pushed an ice cube deep inside my pussy. "Kat, do you trust me?" he asked. Oh, how I wanted to say no, but my ears heard a weak "yeah" escape my lips. Scared, but not wanting to miss anything on this unexpected sexual adventure, I began to relax a little more and enjoy the fondling. Hot drops landed on my tummy and on my breasts. Oh my, it was candle wax dripping ever so lightly that was hurting me so good now. Then I felt a silk fabric flowing up and down my body making me tingle with excitement. His hands played with my mine, before gently wrapping a silk scarf around my wrists and tying them above my head. He gently pushed the back of my knees onto my stomach and began licking my pussy. I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed as this was not part of Art and my usual sexual routine. However, whatever he was doing down there felt incredibly erotic. He kept fingering, licking and playing me till I was out of control. Vibrations shuddered from my cunt to my extremities releasing the last bit of tension that I felt as I came for the first of many times that afternoon. Billy lifted my head up and allowed me to take a few more sips of wine while I tried to cool off. I was drifting in and out of ecstasy when I realized that I hadn't had the opportunity to even touch his manhood let alone pleasure him. For that matter, I hadn't even the faintest idea how large he was. Not for one moment was I allowed to "feel him out". Hmmm, possibly he was challenged in that department and that is why his "It's better to give than receive" attitude prevailed. He turned me over doggy-style, and positioned my ass over a pillow on the edge of the waterbed and then positioned himself in front and to the side of me so he could tease my mouth with the tip of his cock. I tried to lunge forward and get a bigger taste, but he pulled back and whispered "patience". Each time I tried to get a bit more, I was allowed only a taste so I got him as wet as possible to encourage him to penetrate my waiting mouth. But instead he moved behind me and began to tease my temporarily neglected but oh so ready snatch with a warm wet dick that I had not yet laid eyes on. First he rubbed his dick along my vaginal walls and then probed my waiting hole with just a bit of the tip. I was dripping wet with a combination of fear and lust. Art was a good size but I'd had bigger and I didn't know if this was going to be big, BIGGER or HUGE! He eased another inch or two in and then, on the count of three; he plowed into me with all of his might. Oh my, it felt like he was trying to press out through my belly button! Why had he been keeping this from me all afternoon? He was banging me and grinding his cock deep into what felt like my stomach. Harder and harder he pumped me till I was about to explode. If Art were at the back patio now he would be getting quite a show. He said that he likes to watch a good porn video now and then. Well, this would be better than anything he's watched in quite a while I'll bet. When his pace slowed a bit, to my surprise, he withdrew partway from my well-fucked pussy and immediately began to reposition himself at my back door. I'd done that before and used to really enjoy it but, on a first "date". My anus could not be very loose and I sure hoped he'd go slowly there. Still, I was too mesmerized to speak. He pushed me down a bit lower on my knees. "Would you like me to dribble a little grease back there?" Billy asked of me from above and behind. "Yes, Sir!" I replied as he slowly began to pour what felt like massage oil onto my clenched starfish. He withdrew from my pussy which left me feeling so very empty, but then he started to use his dick to rub the oil into the puckered hole that had to be glaring at him by now. Although he'd been fucking me for quite a while, he was still very hard when, with a gentle 1-inch stab, he pushed just the tip of his cock past my anal ring. When I recoiled he withdrew but stabbed me again with a bit more length this time. He eased his way forward until he was in deep enough for his balls to be slapping against my body too. Soon he began to fuck my tight anus with glee. It had been a long time since I had anything back there and it felt even better than I remembered. As he was plowing me with reckless abandon, I played with my clit while he rammed me over and over again from behind. After a few extra hard thrusts and a scream on my part, he pulled out, pressed his dick into the crack of my ass and sprayed his jizz all over my ass and lower back. As it dribbled down my butt cheeks, I lay there totally spent from the afternoon's activities. While I lay on my back to recover, a warm wet soapy towel cleaned me up and another dry one dried me off. My hands were untied and my blindfold removed. A lovely flower was being plucked from above and the loose petals fell gently on my chest and then were massaged into my skin. A quick look at the time told him it was time to go, and after a sweet good-bye kiss he was on his way out the door. When Art came home a few minutes later it was all I could do to keep from bursting with excitement and fear. "How was your massage? I thought you said you might have to spend the night up there. Guess that didn't work out, eh?" Could he tell that anything was different about me? Did he notice the pillow I left on the edge of the waterbed mattress? Did he catch the sarcasm in my voice? Were there cum stains on the pillow? Art: When I got home I was disappointed that the massage I had gone for had been quick, not very sensual and certainly not erotic. It hadn't even taken the kinks out of my back. I certainly didn't need any of the condoms I had taken out of our "just-in-case" supply box. When I went to replace them, I saw that the box had been moved and that there were even some missing?! Damn, why was that pillow positioned that way on the mattress? There is only one reason to put it there. Let me recheck that condom count... again! A Primrose Path Ch. 02 Art begins the story: What started out as a husband trying to inject a little spark into his own sex life was rapidly turning into a case of the wife getting the injections and the husband trying to find a spark. While I was waffling on the idea of swinging, preferring one on one encounters, wifee was leaping headlong into adventures of her own that any of several dozen men would be happy to provide. Some of them turned out exciting. Some were boring, some included me and some did not. This chapter is of the latter persuasion. Kat continues: After getting fucked so well by my kinky friend Billy, it was all I could do to try and figure out a day or an afternoon or even a shared car ride where we could resume our fun. I work a lot of hours, but as long as we're going to have free reign for a while I'm pretty sure I can make better use of the time than my old man ever could. If Billy wasn't available there were at least three or four guys I could get back in touch with that would be happy to either pick up where they had left off or to start something new. Guys with big dicks, guys with small dicks and big tongues, guys that just wanted to play a little touchy feely; never a shortage of guys who will play with a horny MILF! And, whether my husband would credit me with it or not, the crèmes and muds and masks and surgeries had not been for naught. I looked damn good for a woman in her forties. No, there will be no difficulty finding playmates. Part of the fun of doing almost anything is in the challenge it provides. Sure it's fun retrying old favorite positions, places and ideas, but, isn't a bit of fresh-got whatever always more exciting? As someone who was only now re-opening the eyes, so's to speak, to the possibilities that were available around me, possibilities that I had long repressed or denied, the view was similar to that available to a kid in a candy store. I felt so excited, sinister, relieved and refreshed when I first took that plunge and invited my internet friend to meet and later fuck me silly that I could barely keep the smug and self satisfied smile off of my face when my husband dejectedly returned from his attempted romp (or what I supposed to be a quickie with a girl friend). I could still feel that fullness in my pussy where only minutes earlier, Billy had been pumping me full of his seed. Maybe I'll get the husband to fuck me tonight too, for contrast if nothing else. Maybe, I'll just wait till he falls asleep and set something else up for later. Oh the possibilities. Romping around the house nude and IM'ing my new friends was starting to become one of my favorite pass times; especially since my skin was bronzed from frequently basking in the back yard au natural (but that's another story). Later that week while Billy and I were partaking in our early morning IM session, we continued to share a few more fantasies, each one a bit more dangerous than the last, with mine leaning toward exhibitionism and his towards S&M with leather, whips and things I had never even heard of. The object of the session was simple. Whoever could out-do the other and make them cum first was the winner. The only rule was to think outside the box with outrageous situations and be honest when you finally got yourself off. On that particular morning my imagination was running wild and we made plans for a classic afternooner at his place before his daughters came down to spend three weeks of the summer with him. He preferred that I wore a short summer dress with no underwear when I went to meet him. Driving to a new place practically naked except for a few scraps of fabric rubbing gently against my breasts caused my nipples to harden while the wet spot between my legs tingled and caused my free hand to reach down to temporarily satisfy my cravings till help arrived. While I was waiting and parked outside his building, a gentleman hopped in the black sports car along side me, and began watching. I proceed to give him a good view of what I was doing; after all he may want to masturbate to me later that evening. When Billy finally arrived, he planted a big wet kiss on my lips to greet me and laughed as he told the story of the cop who stopped and ticketed him for speeding on his way to the afternoon fuck he was about to enjoy. We raced up the stairs as he continued to reach up my dress and play with my snatch before we entered his place. After a quick tour, he selected a chilled wine from his expansive collection and proceed to pour me a glass and then remove the only shred of clothing I possessed that day. We moved to the patio in which he proudly displayed his trophy for the entire courtyard to see and proceeded to finger my pussy that was already extremely swollen in anticipation of entry. Billy continued to push all of my buttons, exhibitionism, nudity, hot sultry sex and the fear of being caught. It was all about my pleasure; what ever I wanted to feel, taste or touch was what mattered. Next he offered a small box for me to open that was decorated with what appeared to be Chinese markings. As Billy had traveled the world extensively, and with his perverse interests, I tried to imagine what might be contained there in, and braced myself for the unknown. Holding the box at arms length I saw what appeared to be tiny wrinkled pebbles, he popped two into his mouth and suggested that I try one. Some sort bitter sexuality-awakening herb is all that I remember. Then a refill on the wine to wash it down, and delicious chocolate covered strawberries offered to me like I was an ancient goddess. My senses were beginning to tingle as I took a plunge into the hot tub. The bubbles felt invigorating on my skin as his hands played with my erect nipples. He leaned over and enclosed my mouth with his deep French kisses as I felt his hard manhood rub against my legs and belly. He slid me over to the edge and positioned one of the air jets into my pussy. "Ooh, that's got the spot!" I fairly yelled. "Are you ready for the hi-speed jets?" he smiled. When he hit the HI button, it was like a light bulb went on in my brain. Not the "idea"-bulb but like a new circuit had been lit in my brain. Billy placed a few plush towels against the edge, and pinned me against the sides, this time making sure the jets were shooting on my ass. He began fingering my pussy and teasing me over and over again. I reached down and began rubbing his balls and soon he was solid and firm as a rocket all the way through as I slid my hand up and down his shaft squeezing his balls with one hand and yanking it with the other. He then began sliding his cock between my legs and toward my pulsating pussy. My nipples were hard and aching by now as he plucked, tweaked and pulled them between his nimble fingers. With a quick fluid motion he donned a royal blue condom with pleasure nubs and ridges from stem to stern. Pushing me back against the edge of the tub with his tongue deep down my throat, I waited in anticipation for him to launch his rocket's attack on my wet love box. Thrust one just popped the little blue head in. Thrust two went a little deeper and thrust three sent the bright blue bonanza right up to my navel. Then he started banging me, slowly at first and then harder and faster with each thrust. He must have felt my legs going limp as he lifted me up again, spearing me like a fish on his meat hook and then lifting me up and out of the tub while still impaled on his love muscle. I could feel the breeze blowing gently and sending shivers up and down my wet body. In the distance I could see the community pool and wondered which of the residents downstairs could have seen what was happening on this balcony. I stood up and stretched like a leopard, then turned on the shower. As I braced my hands against the wall, my legs spread apart and the water streamed down from my shoulders, alternating between sliding over my tits and down my backside. In my most sultry voice I begged him to "come here", as I wiggled my ass and bent even further over exposing my sweet spot. This time when he came at me from behind there was more teasing on his part, partially to regain control and also to avoid giving in to my desires just yet. His breath was heavy as he nibbled on my ear lobes and then down my neck and spine. I could feel the chills run down my body as I yelped in anticipation teetering on the edge of ecstasy and exhaustion. He spread my ass cheeks open and slowly began to slip his cock between my legs and back into my pussy. He slid his finger into my ass as my body convulsed in orgasms that were radiating through my body like a fireworks eruption. "Wow! Where did that come from? I am definitely going to have to get me some of those little wrinkled pebbles, it takes orgasms to a whole new level!" I laughed. Later, as we both sat naked on the living room couch, he tuned in a bit of jazz music to keep us in the mood. He then poured us each another glass of wine and rubbed scented oils smelling faintly of mulling spices onto my body. As he massaged my neck and back, he talked about how it was just like sailing on the ocean. "It's mostly smooth with a few nice ripples and bumps. Every now and then there's a stormy tempest that needs to be tamed." All this came out while he began playing with my breasts a bit harder again. All of a sudden there was a jiggling at the front door, and in walked his mother holding her purse and keys in one hand and carrying a shopping bag in the other. I immediately grabbed a small pillow to cover up a bit while Billy, not missing a beat, commenced with the introductions. I wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was in this situation as she reached out to shake my hand. She proceeded into the kitchen to put things away, while we picked up our clothes from the floor and made our escape into the bedroom. As I proceed to get dressed, Billy informed me that he was not finished with me as he pulled me onto the bed with him. He was not about to let this opportunity go and explained that it was his house and he would do as he wanted. His mom would have to keep herself occupied in the meantime. His bedroom reflected his fascination for the open waters as it contained several fishing rods mounted above his head board, pictures of him as captain behind the ships wheel, and some unusual chains, hook and mounts above his bed that confirmed his dalliances with the rougher sexploits that were mentioned in his IM's. He pulled a several long scarves from the behind the head board and blindfolded my eyes and tied my hands behind my back. I could feel him leave the bed for a moment and walk to his closet where I heard something swishing through the air. Then there was a crisp "snap" and some metal clanging. Although I felt some trepidation about what was to come, I knew that his mom had not left the apartment "You know your mom is right next door don't you?" I entreated. "Let the games begin!" I heard him say wryly, and being a Leo, I was up for the challenge despite my obvious visual handicap. I felt a slight tickle on my breasts and my nipples hardened as they puckered. The softness felt like a feather as it danced down my stomach and slid down my inner thighs again causing my pussy to twitch. In the background I heard the flint of a lighter igniting, as I smelled a sweet aroma waft through the air. Then I could feel the tightness of fifty cords as they were drawn across my body, which now smelled of leather. I could feel him come onto the bed to begin the next round of sexual pursuit, so I quickly wrapped my legs around him to flip him and scored a point for the so called gentler sex. As I squatted on top of his face he began sucking my pussy in earnest acknowledgement of my point for this round. "Cmon, already. Do you want your mom to think I'm a slut? Make me cum and show me a bit more of that big tool of yours." "What, you mean this little old thing?" he replied while playing with his growing member. "Let me up and maybe I'll finish you off." As I let him get up, he quickly flipped me on my back and began to rub his prick up and down my slit. I was on the verge of orgasm now and he knew it. Yet, he wouldn't allow me to slip over the edge. He pinched my nipples, tapped his dick on my clit like a ball peen hammer working on a finishing nail. When my eyes were fairly rolling back in my skull he finally allowed just the purple helmet to push into my moistened folds eliciting a whimper from me that I had tried hard to suppress. When he put both hands behind his head in a macho gesture and started to rock back and forth ever so slowly, his avenging monster gradually slid deeper and deeper into my love tunnel. With a bump and grind that would befit a Chippendale dancer, he pushed the remainder of his proud pummeler into my pristine pussy. I tried not to scream so that his mom wouldn't know what we were up to, but I guess that when my orgasm hit I probably lost that battle. He was pounding me with all that he had when he finally blew his wad without so much as a peep from him. He kept pumping and finally buried himself in deep and just pressed me into the mattress. I wanted to give him a three count and credit for a wrestling pin but wasn't sure he'd get the joke. When he withdrew his slowly softening shaft, it and the still glistening hole he had removed it from, were still dripping a mixture of sweat and cum. If I still smoked cigarettes, this would have been Camel time. Since I didn't smoke anymore and he was still slightly hard I decided to tease him a little. "Is that all you got?" I prodded. "I thought you were going to really fuck me good today." This seemed to hit a soft spot but it made him hard. He flipped me around like a doll and pressed his semi-hard dick at the opening to my anus. What with all the juices already flooding the area, he soon pushed himself "indefinitely' as the old joke used to go. He still wasn't fully hard again but was rocking in and out very gingerly trying to 'muscle-up.' As he widened inside me my own eyes probably widened too. I had had anal sex many times before but each time it was like the first....scary and erotic at the same time. He didn't cum anymore that day and I decided that perhaps it would be best to cut him and his mom some slack and beat it on home to find out how hubby had been doing with his own pursuits. Art remembers: It took Kat a few hours to get up the nerve to tell me much about what had happened on her most recent adventure. She didn't know if I'd been having much fun, luck or success on my own which probably kept her a little coy. I really wanted to hear about the details of her fun before I even admitted that I'd been mostly spinning my wheels lately. While the whole idea of opening ourselves and our marriage up to new experiences had been spawned by a lot of solo fooling around, I was looking forward to the day when we could have a threesome, foursome or moresome. Barring that for right now, I had decided to visit a friend of mine, the day after I heard this sexcapades update, with the idea of perhaps rekindling some fires that had nearly gone out. Millie could take fucking to a new level. Her thought process was almost masculine when it came to sex. It's all about fun and there were no holds barred and no holding back. Pure passion and pleasure were expected and usually delivered. She was pretty well stacked, her hair color was natural and there was nothing about sex that she didn't understand better than anyone I'd ever met. I never knew when I visited her if she was interested in continuing with a sex romp, starting a political discussion or just doing a bit of teasing. Today I was lucky. The fire was burning in her eyes when I met her at her doorway. "You sure didn't give me much notice." she scolded. "I haven't had time to pick up or anything." "I didn't come here to do a better homes and gardens inspection," I quipped. I knew what Millie's hot button was. Wasting time talking never helped get her in the mood. A direct approach always worked better. So, wrapping my arms around her, I began to kiss her for all I was worth. One hand cupped her tight ass and the other went to her boobs...those sensual twin D mounds of pleasure that filled my hands so well. Pushing her backwards onto her leather couch, my right hand still in her panties, I quickly pulled the panties down and off and tossed them aside. Her dress flopped open from the bottom as she tumbled backwards. Another quick pull with both hands and her hips slid forward to the edge of the couch with her legs now dangling over the edge. With a lunge, I dropped to my knees and buried my tongue in her pussy. Her legs went limp and flopped apart in my hands. A few well-placed licks and kisses later, she was begging for something more substantial to be placed between her legs. That flushed look on her face told me she was as hot as she needed to be. I stood up and gently lowered my pants the rest of the way down. Her right hand had found its way between my legs, through the zipper and over the band of my jockey shorts and had been playing with my hard on. It always seemed to amaze her how quickly I got hard. After lowering and stepping out of my jockey's, I added my hand to hers on my dick. She let go of me and lifted her legs up, grabbed both ankles and spread herself as wide apart as she was capable of doing. Smiling up at me, her crack now open and beckoning I quickly plowed in where my tongue had been stabbing seconds earlier. She didn't try to match my thrusts or slow me down. Fast and hard always was appreciated more. "OOOHHH." was about the extent of her commentary. The usually talkative lady was never much for talking when she was being fucked properly. I watched my piston gliding nearly friction-free into her hot love box. My balls were being flung against her ass with every thrust as I stood there, her buns tightly gripped in my hands, my tower of love disappearing and then reappearing every half second or so. As I felt myself getting close to exploding I gripped her more tightly and fucked just a bit faster. She gripped her ankles and rolled her head back and forth on her pillow. "We really have to quit doing this, you know. Sometime soon! OOOOOHHH!" was all she got out before I started to flood her pussy with love juice. "Yeah, I know. Soon." I replied. The phone rang and the answering machine presaged the arrival in about 30 minutes of her eldest son, returning from the weekend with his dad. "I guess I better go then, eh?" I half asked, half stated. "I really hate having to cum and go like this." "Very punny." she laughed. Then she pulled herself up and kissed me, shaking her head slightly as she realized I was getting hard again. "What have we here?" she chided as she ran the length of her hand across my reanimating member. "Mr. Ever-ready?" So, I couldn't resist spinning her around and bending her over the back of the couch as I was edging towards the door at the end of the hallway. With no panties to get in the way, I quickly popped back into her warm love hole. She just accepted the inevitable goodbye fuck, figuring we still had a few minutes before her kid's return. Damn, I enjoyed how she was always as ready to fuck as I was. Holding onto her breasts for balance, I was ready to cum very quickly again. Maybe I can get home and try for thirds with the old lady.