6 comments/ 73265 views/ 18 favorites Aged to Perfection By: WayneGibbous I guess we all walk around with a lot of preconceived notions about things and, I suppose, for most of them, we carry them with us throughout our life. But there are a few that, in living our lives, we run dead up against an exception to these firmly-implanted ideas and they have to change. That happened to me last year when Olivia and I were looking for a house to buy. Olivia is my girlfriend, we'd been together nearly five years and felt really good with each other and had decided to do what many couples do, buy a house together. We're both established in our careers, Olivia is in marketing with a consumer food company, one you've heard of and I'm a financial advisor with a division of a regional bank. She's twenty-six and I'm twenty-eight. So, we're not kids and we're not middle-agers, either. Now to the idea that I'd been carrying around that got blown out of the water. I know you've been waiting for it. Older women. Mature women. I had heard guys talk, sure. But, well, there were just so many women around near my own age, right? So, I never paid them any mind. That is, until I met our real estate agent, Brooke Davies. Well. Olivia and I, like any modern-day real estate shoppers, had scoured the computer listings over and over looking for just the right combination of all the features we had listed. And there were a lot. But there was one house in particular that rang just the right note with us and we called the agent. She sounded nice and was immediately helpful answering some additional questions that whetted our appetite to see the property. I did see her picture on the website and really didn't think much of it. She arranged to meet us that afternoon at the property and when we drove up, she was there in her shiny black Mercedes. As I was getting out of my Honda, I looked over and saw a beautiful pair of legs tapering out of the Mercedes shoed in black high heels as my eyes followed up to the short black skirt straining to remain closed as she came out into the sunlight. She was wearing a black knit top and crowned with bright, platinum-blonde hair falling in curls. Statuesque. That was the perfect word for Brook Davies. Tall, blond, curvy and, yes, no doubt almost twice my age. A few pounds too many but they got lost on all the curves. She was sexy. Oh, for sure. After our introductions and the enlightening house tour, especially following her up the stairs to the second floor, we stood back outside discussing the various aspects and features that we were looking for comparing them with those we had just seen. Well, Olivia and Brooke were discussing them, I was more captivated by the lovely and generous cleavage presented for my entertainment by our new real estate agent. I'm sure I heard some of what was said, I know I remember her saying she'd been married thirty-five years so I figured she must be mid-fifties anyway, maybe more. We did go back to the house two days later to look it over again, though I was really, at that stage, more interested in looking over our real estate agent. I think she might have gotten the idea but I don't think Olivia did. We later decided to scratch that particular house off our list, it was just too far from where we worked but I kept thinking about Brooke Davies and how sexy she was. I had her card in my wallet and called her the next morning to see if she could meet me there so I could check out a few more aspects of the property. As I pulled up, she started getting out of her car again, all the time looking over at me, taking her time, stretching her long, beautiful legs out as I watched. "Where's Olivia?" she asked. "Oh, couldn't come. Just me today." "Well, I'll just have to control myself, then won't I?" she purred as she twisted the key in the door. "Where do you want to start, today?" "Um, the master bedroom," I answered as I followed her up the stairs. She had on a trim dark business suit, one that showed her fabulous legs to a tee. Well, I had decided to make my move as soon as we got through the door. It would be over quickly or may take several hours, all depending on what was to happen next. I was right behind her when she turned. I slid my arms round her and pulled her to me as I kissed her. There was no pushing me away, she even pulled me to her. Our kiss lasted through several tongue swaps until our heads pulled back. "Well, Hayes, that's a bit of a surprise. A nice surprise," she said smiling up at me, our arms still holding each other. I bent down and kissed her again as I felt her hands unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it open. Then she pulled away and leaned in to take one of my nipples in her mouth as her hand rubbed my eager cock trapped inside my pants. I had pulled off her jacket and was now unbuttoning her blouse; there was no question what was happening. As she stood there in her bra, I reached around and unhooked it to pull it off her arms. Just so you know, Olivia's a slender woman with pretty 34B breasts. Brooke, well, they were much larger, I'm guessing 38D at least. And, oh, they were beautiful. Large, circular pink nipples with the very centers all pointed-out. I stood back with my hands under them admiring the sight before me. "God, Brooke, they're even more beautiful than I'd imagined. You must get a lot of looks at the beach," I admired. "Oh, the beach I go to in Cancun is topless. I do get a lot of looks. Just like you're looking right now," she said as I bent over to suck one of her lovely nipples. She was also trying to unbuckle my pants and soon had them loose and was working to shove them down. I lifted up, got out of my pants and pulled my boxers off and looked at her there in heels, high-thigh stockings and panties. "You are so hot, Brooke, so hot, god, I want to fuck you." "It's nice when a client and I have the same goals, Hayes. And, look, a nice, big, king-sized bed," she said as she went over and stripped the covers back. She sat down, pulled off her shoes, rolled down her stockings and pulled off her pretty lace panties. Bare. Perfectly bare. And with a delicious-looking slit all ready for my tongue as I knelt down between her legs as she opened herself for me. "Mmm, this is nice, Hayes. You've been wanting this, haven't you? I could tell the other day." I did manage to nod up and down some, it seemed enough as her hands held my head to her. "Mmm, lovely, just lovely. Mmm, oooh, right there, you know what I like don't you?" she murmured. I was in no rush and I was hoping the rest of her day was free as I licked up and down, dragging my curled tongue deep in her furrow, then reaching in and pulling her open to probe deeper. "Mmm, Hayes, yes, you make my pussy such a happy girl, mmm, oh, inside, yes, oh, like that, it's...UUH, UUH, UNH, UNH, MMM, mmm, oh, my sweet man, please make love to me, mmm, I want you inside me, hurry," she moaned as she scooted up on the bed widening open as I waddled up to her and pushed my hard cock all the way inside. "Oh, oh, yes, you feel so good, Hayes. Oooh, just nice and slow. Mmm, take your time, let's really enjoy being together like this. Just fuck me nice and slow. I hope you're not disappointed, Hayes, I really do." "I think you're wonderful, Brooke, I knew when I first saw you that I wanted you. And, you're even more wonderful that I'd imagined. You're so tight, just incredible." "Lots of exercises, my boy, lots of exercises. I have a dildo with a suction cup on the bottom that I squat over fucking it almost every day. I'll have to show you how good I am on top. I could almost pull your cock off." "Wanna do it right now?" I asked and bent down and rolled us over, keeping my cock well-placed as she ended up on top. "Ah, my favorite spot, up on top of a man's hard cock," she groaned as she began scissoring straight up and down. Her tight pussy glided up and down gripping me tightly, just so good. "God, this is the best I've ever had. You tighten so much, it's just incredible." "Well, you feel good to me, Hayes. Really good and wonderfully hard." Her breasts were softer than Olivia's which was not surprising, they're rather larger. But they felt so luscious as I rubbed them while she fucked me straight up and down. "This is why you called me today isn't it?" she asked. "Yes, it's as simple as that, I wanted this. I wanted to fuck you, Brooke." "Well, I'm glad you did, it's lovely. Just perfect, mmm." She kept moving sinuously up and down on me, just pulling me up each time, she was so hot, so seductive, so lustful, it was an incredible experience. This woman was sex. "Mmm, nice and hard, yes, I'm glad you called. This is just what I needed today, a nice hard, young cock. Am I making you feel good?" "Oh, Brooke, you're fantastic. I can't believe how tight you are. And when you fuck me real slow like this, oh, it's just the sweetest kind of torture on my cock." "Yes, I know, my dear, I've had lots of practice. Here, suck my nipples, Hayes, while I fuck you," and she leaned over to drop a nipple on my mouth as she continued slowly sucking me with her pussy, which is what it felt like. "Mmm, I'm close, really close," she purred, "Oh, yes, now, yes, uh, UH, UH, UNH, UNH, mmm, mmm," she groaned and she kissed me hard, never stopping, still fucking me so sensually, her pussy keeping its tight grip on me. My orgasm was unlike any other I'd ever had, just sudden and explosive, almost doubling me up as spurt after spurt of my hot cum went deep into my new lover as she dropped over me kissing me softly and sweetly. She lay over me as we kissed, her hips still moving just enough to keep me from going soft, she really knew how to use her body for pleasure, "Mmm, thank you for a lovely afternoon, Hayes. I hadn't expected this and I just love surprises. Are you happy?" "Oh, yes, this was wonderful. I hope you can sell these people's house to thank them for us borrowing their bed. It was wonderful." "Well, they stand to make a nice profit, enough that we should be able to use it several times, if you'd like? Even this afternoon, if you want?" she asked me saucily. I knew right then that Brooke Davies, though no longer my real estate agent, would become my lover. We have met at least once each week ever since, usually in a different house each time; her husband's retired so we can't use her home, but the accommodations are always upscale, fitting for such a lady as Brooke Davies. So, meeting my favorite real estate agent taught me something: proper aging can improve all manner of things, women included. You should have her give you a showing. She has so much to offer. Aged To Perfection Ch. 1 Last week as I was checking my mailbox, I ran into the new property manager of my condo complex. She invited me over to her place that evening to meet her husband and have a drink. Being the good neighbor I am, I accepted the invitation. I arrived at their condo at about 7PM and was greeted by Bob, the husband. He invited me in, poured me a drink, and we sat at the dining room table making small talk. Margie, his wife, who had extended the invitation, soon joined us. As the three of us chatted about the usual banalities - career, education, family life, etc - I learned that Bob and Margie had been in the property management game for over 25 years. They had 3 grown children and a couple of grandkids. Margie was 57 and handled the actual work of property management while Bob, who was 65 and semi-retired, helped out on occasion. On very rare occasions I guessed, since it was obvious that Bob was a drunk. While Margie and me were still working on our first drink, Bob slammed down at least 4 vodka tonics. The more he drank, the more obnoxious he got. Margie and I ignored him and continued to make small talk. "How old are you?" she asked. "35." I replied. "Married?" "Nope. Single, and lovin' every minute of it." It was hot that evening and I was wearing shorts. All of a sudden I felt something brush against my ankle. Margie had slipped off her pumps and was playing footsie with me under the table. Oh my god, this woman, old enough to be my mother, was putting the moves on me. I flashed her a surprised look, but when I didn't protest or pull away, she winked and moved her foot higher up my leg. Bob, sitting at the end of the table, was oblivious to what was going on and continued to babble. Margie worked her foot higher, past my knee, and started up my thigh. Noticing Bob's glass was empty, Margie stood up and said, "Here honey. Let me freshen that up for you." She grabbed Bob's glass, headed for the kitchen, and motioned me to follow. Fascinated, I traipsed along behind her. Bob was so out of it, he didn't pay a bit of attention. Once in the kitchen, just out of view of the dining room, Margie quickly tossed together Bob's drink, then turned to face me. "What are your plans for the rest of the evening?" she asked. I told her I didn't have any plans. Probably just go home, read for awhile, and go to bed early. Margie looked at her watch. "It's only 8:30 It's still early. Stay awhile and keep me comany." Fascinated by the way events were unfolding, I stood there, dumbfounded, considering her offer. Margie broke the short, tense silence that followed. "You know, I'm horny as hell, and I'd like to try it with a younger guy," she said matter-of-factly, staring at me, hands on her hips, waiting for a response. I told myself I should leave, right then, but I looked at Margie more closely and I started to get aroused. About 5'6" and 160 lbs with an olive complexion, slightly plump, with short, curly salt and pepper hair, and thick glasses, Margie looked - well - like the middle aged matronly Italian housewife she is. On the other hand, her size 14 body squeezed into a size 10 dress with a short skirt accentuated her voluptuous build, giving her a faintly sexy look. I couldn't help myself. I put my arms around her waist, pulled her to me, and we kissed. "And I'd like to try it with an older woman," I said, coming up for air. Margie giggled and said, "So, stick around and we'll make love after Bob goes to bed." "OK," I agreed. Bob began yelling for his drink. Margie said, "Give it 10 minutes and he'll be passed out." We returned to the table. While Bob finished his drink, Margie and I flirted and played footsie. All of a sudden, just like Margie predicted, Bob placed his head on the table and began to snore. "C'mon. Help me get him to bed," Margie said. Supporting him between us, Margie and I led Bob down the hall to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. I went back to my barstool while Margie undressed Bob and put a blanket over him. A few minutes later Margie emerged from the bedroom and closed the door behind her. I noticed that she had changed into a short, sheer kimono that barely reached to mid-thigh. She walked to the couch, sat down, and I joined her. Sensing my uneasiness, Margie said, "What's the matter? Nervous?" "Kinda. Your hubby is asleep right down the hall. And, I've never been with an older woman before, especially a lady with grandkids." "Forget about Bob. He won't wake up till daylight. I've never been with a younger guy before either. But I think I'm gonna like it. Bet you will too. Now, let's you and me have some fun." We embraced. As we kissed I slid my hands under the kimono and cupped Margie's bare ass. As I fondled and played with her cheeks, Margie slipped her tongue inside my mouth. I sucked on her tongue as she worked my shirt over my head. I tossed the shirt aside and we sent back to kissing and fondling each other. I flicked my tongue inside her ear and rubbed the soft flesh on the inside of Margie's thigh. She parted her legs and I moved my hand higher, stroking her pussy. She let her hand drift to my crotch and began to rub. As she rubbed my cock through the fabric, she felt me grow hard. She slid her hand inside my shorts and grasped my cock. I stood up and shucked the shorts. Margie stood and I undid the tie on her kimono. She shook her shoulders and the kimono fell to the floor. Wow, Margie didn't look so matronly now, I thought. In spite of her age, she looks damned sexy with her clothes off. Medium sized, pancake titties, kinda on the saggy side, with long, dark nipples and huge, mahogany colored areoles; a well defined but thick and chunky waistline; a slightly paunchy, round, soft tummy, perched above a dark, thick, well manicured bush; wide hips; a massive, soft, round, pillow ass; and thick, heavy thighs and legs. My girl friend is a slender, willowy type, with a runner's body so the contrast between them added to the allure. We were both raring to go and knew we had to relieve the sexual tension that had built up between us. Margie grasped my hand and led me down the hallway. We slipped into the spare bedroom, and I stretched out on the bed while she closed the door and opened the drapes. Margie slid onto the bed next to me. She lay back and I licked, sucked, and chewed on her nipples. As they grew taut, I stroked her pussy. I felt her getting wet and ran my tongue down her chest, across her tummy, and placed my head between her legs. She spread her knees and I pushed my face into her bush, parting her labia with my tongue. Her pussy started to open up like a spring blossom. As it did, I plunged my tongue inside and began to work it back and forth, in and out. She gave off the aroma of a woman in lust. Margie thrust her pelvis into my face and I picked up the tempo, licking and sucking on her clit. In less than a minute, she arched her back, gasped, and shivered in orgasm. She recovered quickly and pushed me onto my back. She knelt beside me, grasping my cock. She licked it a time or two, then slipped the tip inside her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she worked at it, devouring it, till she had the whole thing in her mouth. Then she cupped my balls in her hand and gently massaged them while she sucked forcefully on my dick, all the while deep throating me. I lay back and moaned. When I felt like I was going to explode, I pushed her off and said, "Let's fuck, baby." Margie giggled and said, "It's about time. I thought you'd never ask." She sat up and took off her earrings and glasses and tossed them on the nightstand. She snapped on the bedside lamp, tossed one leg across my torso, straddled me, and sat on my stomach. "Want me to wear a condom?" I asked. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her wet cunt on my midsection. "Actually, I hate the damned things. No need to wear one, sweetie, unless you want to. I went through the change 10 years ago, so we don't have to worry about me getting knocked up. I haven't been with anyone other than Bob since we got married, so I'm clean as a whistle." "I don't like condoms either. I prefer bareback," I said. "Well then. That settles that," Margie said with finality. Reaching around behind herself, she grabbed my cock, rose up on one knee, balanced herself on the opposite foot, and positioned herself above me. She sat poised like that for a second, stroked my cock a time or two to get it a little harder, then licked her lips, flashed a lewd grin, and lowered herself slowly onto my shaft. She grasped my cock by the base and clutched at it as she worked the head inside her pussy. I was surprised at how tight she was. Even though I am only average in size, and we were both well lubricated from the oral sex and the foreplay, I thought she was never going to get it all the way in. Taking her time, she maintained her grip and pumped up and down with short, slow, rhythmic moves, working a little more cock in with each stroke. When she was almost there, she let go my cock and gravity did the rest. She gasped as she slid down the last inch or two. When I was all the way inside her, Margie flexed her pussy so that it grasped me like a fist. She thrust her pelvis forward and wiggled her ass from side to side until she got my cock positioned inside her just where she wanted it. "Mmmmm. God, this feels good." Margie purred. I agreed that indeed it did. I put my hands on the small of her back and pushed until Margie leaned forward far enough that I could get a tittie in my mouth. She started sliding up and down my cock, fucking me slowly at first, then gradually increasing the tempo. I sucked first one nipple, then the other. Margie's nipples grew hard and swollen and she started panting. She fucked me harder, pumping up and down, heisting her ass high in the air, on the upstroke, and thrusting her pelvis forward on the down stroke. She pumped up and down harder and harder. Her panting turned to loud, guttural, huffing grunts. We were both getting hotter by the second. I grabbed her by the hips and thrust my cock into her as she humped up and down. Margie moaned and cried. She put her hands next to my knees and leaned back till her ass was pressing against her heels. Driving her hips forward so my dick was deep inside her, Marge squeezed her pussy tight and made circular motions with her ass, first in one direction then the other. She sat up, then leaned forward, and we locked mouths in a french kiss. She resumed her slow, deliberate, forceful humping. I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and held on tight while she rode me. Margie began to pant, moan, and whimper. Unnhhhhhh! Aaaaaaah! Ohhhhhhh! Yeeesssssssss!!! MMMMM! Ooooooooooh!" We were both on the edge of cumming, when we were interrupted by Bob's yelling, followed by the sound of him bouncing off the walls as he stumbled down the hallway and fell. "Margie! Where the hell are you?" he demanded, slurring his words. Well, the jig is up I thought, trying to conjure up an escape plan. "Aw shit! Goddamn it!" Margie exclaimed, sitting bolt upright. With speed and agility that surprised me, Margie dismounted, grabbed a robe of the dresser, threw it over her shoulders, and slipped out the door. She looked, back at me and whispered, "Stay put, baby. I'll be right back." I heard her pleading with Bob to go back to bed. Eventually, I heard Bob's bedroom door shut, and in a minute or two Margie was back. She closed the door behind her, tossed the robe on the floor, and hopped back into bed with me. "Son of a bitch, that was close," I said. "No kidding. Thank god for us he's still shit-faced. I don't think he'd take kindly to catching his wife fucking one of the neighbors. Don't sweat it though. I gave him a pill that will keep out for at least 8 hours, so we won't have to worry about that again. Now then, let's get back to some of that good fuckin." Margie started to straddle me, but I stopped her. "I got a better idea. You like it doggy style, baby?" "Oh yeah, I love it that way, hun." Margie flipped over, got on her hands and knees facing the foot of the bed, spread her legs, and hoisted her ass in the air, inviting me to penetrate her. Her pussy presented an inviting target, centered in the middle of her thick, dark, curly bush - swollen, pink, wide open, and sopping wet. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward me. Margie reached between her legs and grabbed my cock - wet, slippery, and dripping with pussy juice - and guided me in. As I drove my dick deep inside her, she thrust her ass backwards, grinding it against my pelvis until we were coupled tightly together. "My turn to ride you for awhile, baby," I laughed. I began to fuck her, slow at first, building up the intensity as we both got in the groove. She thrust her ass back and forth, really getting into it, as I slid my dick in and out of her. As she got more aroused, Margie swung her hips from side to side and wiggled her ass, keeping time with the rhythm of my strokes. We were facing the closet door at the foot of the bed. It was covered with a full-length mirror so we got a bird's eye view of ourselves as we went at it. That was quite a sight. Margie on her hands and knees, and me kneeling behind her, ball deep in her pussy. Her tits swirled in circles, and her tummy, thighs, and that big flabby ass rippled and shook, bounced and quaked, as I pounded away at her. Margie stared at our image in the mirror, fascinated. "Damn, watching us fuck gets me hot. I'd love to have a video of this," Margie moaned. I told her that we would get together at my place next time and I'd set up my camcorder and tripod. I slipped one hand around the front of her waist and onto her pussy, and found her clit with my thumb and forefinger. I worked her clit and pumped her pussy from behind. That got Margie real aroused. I could tell from her rapid panting and the frantic, frenzied thrusting of her hips that Margie was close to cumming. "Roll over, baby," I told her. As I pulled my dick out of her, it made a wet, slurping sound. Margie rolled over on her back, spread her legs, and drew her knees up against her tits. Her pussy was wide open and waiting for me. I knelt between her legs, guided my cock inside her, and dove in. Margie gasped as I hit bottom. I balanced myself over her in the push-up position. She wrapped her legs tightly around my back, just below my shoulders blades. We stared at each other for a second and I began to fuck her, real slow and deliberate. I took my time as I slid my cock almost all the way out, then worked it all the way back in, a little bit at a time. Margie responded by clamping her pussy around my cock, tight as a vice, and moving her ass in sync with my strokes. We both got our second wind, and we talked and giggled as we fucked at a slow leisurely pace. Even though we had been fucking for nearly half an hour, Margie's pussy was still tight and juicy. I told her, "Damn, baby. You're tight as a virgin. I can't believe you've had 3 kids." Margie grinned up at me. "I guess it's tightened up from lack of use," she laughed. "Bob and I do it maybe once a year, and it never lasts more than a minute. I can't remember the last time he made me cum." "Uh huh. Well, that's about to change. Starting tonight, I plan on using it on a regular basis." "Mmmmmmmm. I like that. You can have all this pussy you want, any time you want it." I began to fuck her harder and faster. Margie kept up with me, churning her hips and rotating her ass in semi-circles in time with my moves. It was hot in that room. We both began panting and started to sweat. One at a time, Margie tossed her legs over my shoulders and locked her heels around my neck. As she did so, her pussy spread wide open, and I really poured the dick to her. She arched her back, heaved to and fro, and yelled encouragement. The room was filled with the sound of our mating. The slap of our sweaty bodies slamming together; our grunts, groans, and squeals; and the loud, wet schlop-schlop-schlop sound my dick made as I plowed away at Margie's gash. By now we were screwing at a furious pace. Margie swung her legs off my shoulders and wrapped them around my back again, squeezing so hard, I almost lost my breath. Her lips drew back in a snarl, and I knew she was close to cumming. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, hoping that I could get off at the same time she did. Perfect timing! Margie arched her back, squirmed, and squealed with delight. "I'm cuuummmmming! Oh baby, please don't stop. Fuck me! FUCK ME!!" she shrieked. A couple of seconds later, I buried my cock inside her, and gasped as I hit bottom. I held that position and ground the head of my cock against the bottom of her pussy as I exploded inside her, filling her with gobs of cum. Margie went nuts. As I skewered her there in the middle of the bed, she reared and bucked, and pounded her heels against my back. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead. She clawed and scratched at my back with her long nails and bit my shoulder so hard I cried out in pain. Suddenly, she went limp, and I collapsed on top of her. I rolled off onto my back and Margie snuggled up beside me. "So, are you glad you decided to stay this evening?" Margie asked me. "Damn right I am. Honey, you sure know how to fuck. You got some moves I never seen before. Man, you've got some good pussy," I told her with a grin. She grinned and put her head on my chest. We fell asleep like that. To Be Continued... Aged to Perfection Ch. 2 Synopsis of Chapter 1 - In chapter 1, our protagonists, 33-year-old John and 57-year-old Margie, got chummy when John paid Margie and her husband a visit. In fact John and Margie got so chummy, they spent most of the night fucking in the spare bedroom while Margie's husband was passed out in the next room. We continue our story... * * * * * The early afternoon sun streaming through the open curtains forced me awake. I peered at the clock radio on the nightstand. 1:30. I had slipped out of Margie's condo and around the corner into mine just about sunrise and had collapsed on my bed. I'd been sleeping for almost 8 hours, but felt I could sleep for 8 more. After Margie and I made love the first time, we had slept for an hour or so. Then I had been able to get it up twice more before I left. Damn, I was exhausted. I got up, stumbled to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. As I looked into the mirror I discovered Margie had left claw marks on my back and shoulders and a bite mark on my chest that was turning the color of fresh liver. Lucky for me I wasn't due to see Heather, my steady girl friend, until next week. After I finished brushing my teeth I headed for the kitchen and brewed up a pot of coffee. As I sat at the counter sipping my coffee and clearing the cobwebs from my brain, I sensed that something was out of place in the kitchen. I scanned the room and spotted a small bud vase with a single rose in it, and an oversize envelope leaning against the vase, sitting next to the sink. I retrieved the envelope and opened it. Inside was one of those greetings cards with mushy verse inscribed on the inside. I flipped it open, skipped the maudlin sentiment and read the handwritten note at the bottom: Last night was great. Hope you think so too. Let's do it again real soon. Call me if you read this before 4:30. Margie Ain't this a pip, I thought. She had let herself in with the pass key and left the card and the flower while I was asleep. I called Margie at the property manager's office. She picked up on the second ring. "Hello?" "Hi there, sweet thing. Whatcha doing?" I asked. "Sitting here bored to tears. Why aren't you at work?" I explained that I was a consultant and that aside from an occasional overnight trip to visit a client, I worked at home. "Just got up. I'm having some coffee. Oh, by the way, thanks for the card and the flower." "My pleasure. So, do you think last night was great?" "You bet I do. I want some more." "Me too. What are you gonna do the rest of the afternoon?" "I'm beat. You wore me out last night. I'm gonna go back to bed and sleep some more." Margie giggled. "Mind if I join you?" "I'd like that," I replied. "OK. I hafta show a condo at 2:30. After that I'll close the office and pop up to your place." "C Ya then," I said. I went into the living room, flopped on the couch, rolled onto my back, and quickly dozed off. It seemed I had just fallen asleep when I was awakened by a warm, wet sensation in my crotch area. It was a hot August afternoon and I was sleeping in the buff. Margie had let herself in, knelt down beside the couch, and was concentrating on giving me a first rate blowjob. The warm, wet sensation was my dick sliding down her throat. I started to sit up, but Margie pushed me back. "Lay back and enjoy this," she mumbled, in between slurps. After she got me good and lathered up, she stroked my cock with one hand while she sucked my balls. I had never felt anything that good before. I was hard as a rock. I knew if she kept this up much longer I was gonna bust a nut for sure. I wanted some more of her hot, sweet pussy, and told her so. "Don't make me cum. Save a little bit, baby. I wanna fuck." Margie sat up and grinned at me. "Me too," she said. I stood up walked toward the front door. "I'll lock up. You get us a couple of cold ones," I told her. "You're on," Margie said, and headed for the kitchen. As I headed back to the living room Margie met me in the dining room. She had two beers in her hand and set them on the table. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed up against me, and gave me a wet, sloppy kiss. She was still wearing her business dress and I told her to get naked. She untangled herself, stepped out of her heels, turned her back to me and said, "Unzip me, hun." I did as she asked, and she pulled the dress over her head and dropped it at her feet. Next, she took off her bra, letting those pendulous pancake tits swing free. Finally, she hooked her thumbs under the waist of her tight fitting panties and wiggled them over her ample hips down to her ankles and stepped out of them. As she did so, I stared at her plump figure shimmying with the effort. She might appear matronly in a dress I thought, but Margie looks downright nasty with her clothes off. By now I was stiff as a board and she saw it. She moved toward me and grabbed my cock. We locked in a tight embrace and kissed. I played with the cheeks of Margie's ass while she stroked my cock and rubbed her crotch against my thigh. I slid a hand into her thick, dark bush, and felt that she was wet. Margie wrapped one leg around the back of my thigh, ground her cunt against my leg, and moaned softly in my ear. I grabbed her by the ass and lifted her off the floor. Margie wrapped her legs around my waist and whispered in my ear, "I want you right now." I carried her to the dining room table and sat her on the edge. Margie spread her legs and I slipped the head of my dick inside her. Even though she was wet and juicy, her pussy was tight and it was slow going penetrating her. I still found it hard to believe that a 57-year-old woman who'd had 3 kids could be this tight. I worked my cock from side, back and forth in short, slow strokes until I got it all the way in. Margie wrapped her legs around my waist tighter and we swapped tongues. She gripped me tightly with her legs, and clasped her arms around my neck. We stared into each other's eyes and started fucking. Margie's pussy got wetter and she started to loosen up. She reclined on her back on the table. As she did so I leaned into her and increased the depth and intensity of my strokes. In a couple of minutes we were in that real comfortable groove. We were really getting into it. Fucking, giggling, and just plain having fun. Margie smiled up at me and said, "Honey, I've been wanting to feel your cock inside me since I woke up this morning." "And I've been dreaming about getting in your pants all day," I said. "You fit inside me like we were made for each other," Margie said. "Just like a hand in a glove," I replied. By now we were getting comfortable with each other and we were less nervous than last night. As a result, we could concentrate on our lovemaking and enjoy how nice it felt. As I slid my cock in and out of her, I told Margie, "Nice not to have to worry about your hubby walking in on us." "Yeah, and he's gone to LA overnight, so we got all evening to play, if you want." "I want." By now I was driving deep and hard. Margie was working her pussy like a pro, rolling her round, wide ass from side on the table as I slammed into her. Her slightly paunchy belly and her titties quivered with the force of each stroke. We were both so hot that we were ready to cum in an instant. I thrust myself as deep inside Margie as I could, arched my back, gasped loudly, and shot a wad inside her, cumming in a series of spasms. Margie squealed and howled and dug her heels into my ass. She clamped her pussy tight as a vise and tossed her hips back and forth. I looked down at her and saw her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. She tossed her head from side to side, grasped me tightly with her legs one last time, then went limp. We stayed locked together like that for quite awhile, Margie lying on the table, me standing over her with my cock still inside her, both of us spent, panting, and savoring the after glow of our furious mating. Eventually I pulled out, leaving a wet trail on the edge of the table. Margie stood up and we walked arm in arm to the bedroom and slipped into bed. Cum began running out of Margie's pussy and onto the sheets, leaving a huge wet spot, but we didn't care. We had the whole evening to ourselves. We dozed off, dreaming of the fun we'd have later that night. To Be Continued... Aged To Perfection Ch. 3 Synopsis of Chapters 1 & 2: This is the third installment in a story about the adulterous affair between a 57-year old married woman and a 33-year old man. The afternoon following their first little get together, (during which they screwed like minks at Margie's place while Margie's hubby was asleep in the next room) Margie and John got together at his condo. They made love on John's dining room table, then spent the night screwing at John's place, since Margie's hubby was out of town for the evening. A week after their second encounter, John is reclining by the pool, reflecting fondly on his quick little romp with Margie, earlier in the day. Little does John suspect it, but his life is about to become very complicated. The story continues... As I lay by the pool, I replayed in my mind for the umpteenth time my encounter with Margie earlier in the day. The sun felt great on my bare chest and legs, the beer I just drank had given me a slight buzz, and I was utterly spent from my noontime lovemaking with Margie. Life was good I thought. * * * * * Margie, the property manager of my condo complex - who I'd been sleeping with on occasion for the past week - had called me just after 8 that morning. "Hey, you. It's been awhile. Miss seeing you." "Same here," I replied. "I can't wait to get together with you again. When can you get away?" "Hubby won't be going out of town until next week, dammit." "Too bad," I replied. "It's been a week since I got in your panties. I'm horny." "Me too," Margie complained. "But, I tell you what, if I close the office for a spell at lunch time, think you can pull yourself away from whatever you're doing and come by here for a nooner?" "Damn right I can." "OK. Be here at noon, " Margie said. Promptly at 12 noon I walked across the courtyard from my condo to the property management office. The shades were drawn and the "Closed" sign was hung on the door. I knocked softly. Margie opened the door immediately and I slipped inside. Margie closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. "So, you missed me, huh?" she asked. Looking her up down, I replied, "I sure did." She was wearing a short white, sleeveless summer dress - like all her clothes, a size too small. Margie is prone to cramming her size 14 body into a size 10 dress. The resulting effect was to show plenty of her curves as well as lots of her thick, meaty thighs. A ray of sunlight peeping through the skylight above us shone through the dress and clearly illuminated the shadow of her thick, hairy bush. Her long, dark nipples were visible under the thin fabric. She was obviously not wearing anything underneath that dress. Margie is 57 years old, and she looks it. Short, stout, and hefty, with her dark olive complexion, permed salt and pepper hair, and thick glasses, she looks like a typical late-middle aged, matronly, Italian-American housewife. Her once shapely, well endowed figure is now kind of pear-shaped - small on top and thick through the middle and the bottom end. That said, I must add that Margie still has plenty of sex appeal, at least to me. She always dresses in a sexy manner, always makes sure her hair is done and her nails painted, that kind of thing. Thinking about fucking her again for the first time in over a week was turning me on. I was getting a stiffy and Margie spotted it. Glancing at my crotch, she grinned. She kicked off her sandals, then pulled the dress over her head and tossed it on the desk. Just as I thought, she wasn't wearing a stitch underneath. I marveled at the transformation once she shed her clothes. In the nude, Margie positively exudes sex and sensuality. Her sagging 34C pancake titties, soft slightly paunchy tummy, hefty ass, dark wild bush, and thick legs make Margie look like she was born to fuck. Damn, she looked hot! Margie walked to the small couch across the office, sat down, and flashed a little bush as she crossed her legs. Pointing her foot at me, she said, "Well, c'mon over here and show me how much you missed me." I slipped off my tank top, stepped out of my swim trunks, and slid down next to Margie on the sofa. By now I had a raging hardon. We swapped tongues as I bounced Margie's soft little, orange-sized titties in my hand and played with her nipples. Meanwhile she stroked my cock with one hand and masaged my balls with the other. I slid my hand along the inside of her thigh and Margie instinctively parted her legs. She was already moist, so I slid two fingers inside her and worked her clit with my thumb. It didn't take long until Margie was well lubed. "Let's fuck," she whispered insistently in my ear. She hopped off my lap, walked to the desk, grabbed it, and bent over. Spreading her legs and pointing her huge ass at me, she invited me to nail her from behind. "Let's do it doggy style, hun," she offered. I approached her from the rear, my eyes glued to the spot between her legs where her thick, bush, glistening with pussy juice, barely concealed a wet, swollen cunt, ready to be fucked. I bent slightly at the knees, grabbed my dick and worked the head of it inside her pussy. Instinctively, her cunt lips opened and welcomed me in. When Margie felt me inside her she thrust her ass backwards and sucked with her pussy. I grabbed her by the hips - my fingers sinking into the slight bit of flab around her middle - and pulled her toward me. I took my time working my cock in. She was real wet so I glided in without too much trouble. Margie's pussy opened a little wider, the deeper I plowed inside her. When I was all the way in and firmly in the saddle, we both stood motionless for a second or two, basking in the sweet, moist pleasure. Hot, and ready to screw, Margie flexed her pussy so it gripped me like a fist. Damn! Feels like she's gonna pinch it off, I thought to myself. Every time we made love, I marveled at how tight she was, especially for a woman in her 50s that has had several kids. "Ummmmmmm! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Margie let out a series of low moans, as I started to fuck her. She mashed her large, round, soft ass tightly against me and ground her hips from side to side. She shook her head and squealed loudly. "Oooooooohhhhhhh Eeeeeee, honey! I love this. It's been so long since I got it on a steady basis, now I just can't get enough," she moaned. "Damn it, I love fuckin' you." Really starting to fuck her deep now, I reassured her, "The feeling is mutual, baby. I got you covered. Anytime you want it, and you can get away for awhile, I'll give you all the fuckin' you want." Margie looked back over her shoulder at me and grinned from ear to ear. She made a slow rolling, pumping motion with her pelvis that felt so good, I got weak in the knees. I gasped with pleasure and pulled her tighter against me. Sensing the pleasure she was giving me, Margie really started to work it, rolling her ass from side to side as I deep-fucked her doggy style, both of us taking our time and savoring the sensation. "Like this do you?" she asked. "Best sex I've ever had," I answered. And I was telling the truth. "Is it is good as what you're getting from that little bitch you've been screwing this past week?" That remark took me by surprise. Margie was referring to Lisa, my steady girlfriend since college days. Even though Margie was 25 years older than Lisa, and her ass was flabby, her titties were starting to sag, and she had a little bit of a paunch, I admitted truthfully that there was no comparison. Margie really was much better in the sack. "Honey, when it comes to fuckin', Lisa can't hold a candle to you," I said. "I wish I could ride you like this every day." I was shocked at Margie's comment about Lisa. I had never heard her get catty before. I couldn't let it slide without commenting on it. "Why, Margie!" I exclaimed. "Are you jealous?" Clamping down on my dick with her pussy, Margie shook her ass and brought me to the verge of cumming. "Maybe," she pouted. "Maybe just a little bit. But that's because I wanna be your girlfriend." I was too busy fucking to answer her. But, Margie wouldn't let the topic rest. "Am I your girlfriend?" she asked. "Sure you are, baby," I replied. "It's just that you're not the only one. Besides, you're married, so I'm not the only man in your life." "Yeah, but Bob and I rarely make love. And when we do it's not like this," Margie said. "I just hate the thought of her getting more of this than I'm getting. Promise me from now on I'll be your main girlfriend and that we'll start doing it more often." "I promise," I gasped. We were really into the groove by now, so I relaxed a bit and let Margie do all the work. I grabbed a tight hold on her hips and I held on for the ride, fascinated at how her ass, thighs, and waist quivered and shook like jelly as she pumped her hips back and forth, fucking like a demon, slamming herself against me. Margie glanced back over her shoulder at me again, showed her teeth and really started bearing down. I was so excited by now that I could hardly contain myself. Margie could tell by my panting and the frenzied pace at which I was screwing her, that I was about to get off. "You're getting ready to cum, honey. I know you well enough by now to tell," Margie said. "Sorry, baby. A week is a long time to go without. Your pussy is so good, I can't last more than a minute or two longer," I panted. I felt myself about to explode. I grabbed Margie and pulled her against me as tight as I could, getting ready to cum. A couple of more strokes and I was through. But before I could let go, Margie pushed me away. With a wet, gurgling sound, my dick popped free of the grip of her pussy. She turned around, knelt in front of me, and little by little swallowed my cock down to the root. She sucked for all she was worth, and I shot a huge load in her mouth. Margie continued to suck until she drained my dry. I gasped and my knees buckled. Pulling away, Margie looked up at me and swallowed the load I had just deposited in her mouth. Traces of cum dribbling from the corners of her mouth, she grinned and said, "This oughta convince you I'm your main lady now." I had to agree that it certainly had an influence. Suddenly realizing it was close to 12:30 and time for her appointment with a client, Margie dashed for the office bathroom to clean herself up and get dressed. I went back to my place, grabbed a cold one, and headed for the pool. Turning Margie's final comment over in my mind, I reminisced about the superb blow job Margie had just given me, as well as how I was going to balance my attention to both her and Lisa. As I tried to work out a solution, I drifted off to sleep in the chaise lounge by the pool. To be continued...