4 comments/ 55009 views/ 10 favorites Naughty Neighbour Ch. 02 By: Bob_6 This is a true story, continuing on from my previous story of my neighbour Jean and me. If you have read my first story, then you will know my name is Bob, I am in my early fifties, I had sex with my neighbour Jean who is sixty three. Jean is very petite, she is no taller than 4 foot 8 inches. She has shoulder length blond hair. Jean is married to Ron, who is sixty two, a very large man, but is in poor health. As I said, continuing on from where I left off. Ron was in hospital. Two days after Jean and I had fucked each other. Jean came round, rang the bell, to which I went to answer. I opened the door, and there stood Jean, we both almost could not look at each other. She said, "hi, Bob... their letting Ron out of hospital today. And I was wondering... if you could help to bring him back in your car? He may find it difficult on the bus." "Sure Jean, I don't mind at all. What time do you want to go?" I answer. "I need to get a couple of things from the shops, so in half an hour or so." I said, "Okay, just give me a call when you're back." Jean came round about 40 minutes later. We went to the hospital to collect Ron. It was a fairly quite trip between us going up to the hospital; both Jean and I were a bit sheepish, only just managing to glance at each other now and then, and smiling awkwardly. The journey home, was even more awkward, with Ron in the car. Ron sat in the back, Jean in the front. As we all talked, mainly about Ron and his health, and how he was going to get on. Sometimes Ron would change the conversation to ask what I had been up to! Both, Jean and I would look at each other in embarrassment. The car journey was about twenty minutes from the hospital to home. I helped Ron out of the car and in to the house. I asked Ron if he needed any further help, to which he replied, "No... thanks Bob... but come round later for a drink and a chat, we can catch up on things?" I asked, just to be sure that it was okay, "Only if you're sure Ron, you may be tired and need to rest?" To which Ron replied, "No... you come round... if I fall asleep, then I'm sure, Jean, can keep you amused." Jean and I looked at each other, with a slight smile and almost blushing. I did go round that night, Ron, did not fall asleep, but, Jean and I manage to sneak a couple of intimate kisses and groaps, when Ron would visit the toilet. A few weeks passed, it was very difficult to meet up with Jean. I did go round, mainly to check on Ron, usually just for half an hour or so each time. Then one weekend, when I popped round, rang the doorbell, Jean, came to answer, as usual I gave her a peck on the lips and she invited me in, in a low whisper, she said to me, "I've talked to him." I looked at her quizzically, and mouthing, "What?" I went in, and Ron, was sitting in his usual chair, looking a bit quieter than usual. "Hi, Ron, you okay? Anything I can do for you?" I asked. Ron, answered, "Oh, hi Bob, no, I'm feeling a bit down and drained, all these medicines I'm taking seem to take their toll." He offered me a drink, I said that I'll just have a coffee thanks. Jean made me a coffee, and then seemed to disappear upstairs. Ron and I chatted for a while, he didn't seem himself, he was much quieter, and did not keep eye contact for long, I was not sure what to think of it, I thought it just may be the medication he was on. It was now about 9.30pm, when I said to Ron, "I'll make a move now... I'll come and see you later in the week." What Ron said to me next, was a total gob smacker, we usually shake hands, but this time Ron seemed to just hold my hand softly, and said, "Bob, Jean wants to talk to you, go and see her." I did not know what he was saying; "Sorry... Ron, what was that, what do you mean?" I asked, with a slight croaky embarrassing voice. "It's okay, Bob, Jean told me all about you, and her, not all the details... but enough." I could only apologise, as I said, "I'm so sorry... Ron... I don't know what to say to you." His reply was a shock to me. He said, "it's not the first time Jean's been unfaithful. Don't get me wrong, she, has let one other man... well you know, but just one other, it was about two years ago. I'm sure she'll tell you, if you want to know, then ask her?" I was in shock, frozen to the spot, not knowing what to, say, do, think. Jean never mentioned any other man, but, then I suppose, why would she. I looked to the floor, when, Ron said, "she's probably told you that I cannot... well... you know, satisfy her... I'm just not able in any way to help her in the state my health has been for the past five years or so." All I said was, "I'm sorry Ron I shouldn't have... I'll just go." "Bob, I'll be frank and open, I'm not angry with either of you, I am upset, mainly at myself. Jean, has so much sexual energy, I just can't keep up." I was still looking to the ground. Ron said, "go up and spend some time with her... talk to her... go... go on." He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me lightly towards the stairs. My head felt so heavy, I could not raise it to look at him. I turned round and walked to the stairs, and went up in a slow embarrassed way. I reached the top of the stairs, Jean's bedroom door was just slightly open, I approached it, knocked, and then opened it slowly. Jean was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked up at me with a sorry look upon her face, sort of just staring at me standing in the doorway. I lifted my head and looked at her and said, in almost a whisper, "you told him?" "Yes." She said, in a soft tone, as she nodded slightly, closing her eyes. Then she tapped the bed, motioning me to sit there. I slowly went in, closed the door, but not shut. She said, as I sat down, "we had quite a chat a couple of nights ago. He caught me with the vibrator, which did not surprise him, he's seen me with it before, but with my eyes closed, I did not see him come into the room. I was so far gone and into an orgasm, that I was calling your name, over and over again. Ron dropped the bottle of pills he had in his hands, which made me open my eyes. He just started at me, did not say a word. Just turned round, and walked out. I quickly threw my gown on and ran after him. I won't go through everything, but we chatted. He was beating himself up, about not being the man he used to be, not being able to.... Well you know? He also said, things about you, like betraying him, being a lousy friend and taking advantage. But, I told him that it was not your fault at all, it was me who started it, not you. I was the one who wanted it. We both had a bit of a cry together. I told him, that I'll never leave him, but needed to be loved... sexually." I could not think of anything to say, and just looked at her. Jean, went on to say, "It's okay, I think it was a bit of a relief for him to know that it was you, and not some total stranger." We were both holding each other's hands, hers on top slowly caressing the back of mine. "What happens now?" I asked Jean. She just replied, "I don't know Bob, I just don't know". We both looked up at each other, looking into each other's eyes for what seemed like a life time. Then, I asked, "you don't think Ron will say anything to ****?" (my wife). If you've read my previous story you'll know that my wife does not mean that much to me, but still, I did not want her to find out. "No, I'm sure, Ron, would not ever do that." Said Jean. I was about to get up to leave, but Jean held onto my hand, as if to say don't go, I turned to her and we gazed into each other's eyes. Jean came closer and closer till our lips met. We kissed tenderly for a minute or so, this then turned into a passionate kiss. My hands, each side of her face and hers were around me hugging me tighter and tighter. I pulled away, "Jean I don't think we.." She stopped me, putting a finger to my lips, saying, in a soft voice, "Its okay, I am sure he's expecting something like this." Jean, then started kissing me again. As this went on, we somehow just lost it, and were unconsciously taking each other's clothes off, in-between the kissing. We were now totally naked, I had my hands on the sides of Jean's shoulders, she had one hand on my thigh, and the other was stroking my cock. We broke the kiss, and Jean went down, dribbled some spit onto my cock and took the head into her mouth. Again, from the previous story, you'll remember, Jean, is a very petite woman, everything about her is so small and seem fragile, I say, "seem fragile", but when this woman is in the throws of sex, she is insatiable. Let me remind you of her body, as I said petite, very petite, blond, shoulder length hair, her skin is so smooth all over, for a woman of her age (sixty three), she has hardly any wrinkles, a glowing pink colour with freckles. She is very flexible, she can get her knees up to her head quite easily, when laying on her back. Her pussy is clean shaven, (she said this was for me). She has rosy pink almost red pussy lips, which hang down from her pussy, and they open up like flower petals, (it send's shivers down my spine just writing this down). I just love this feature of hers (you can tell). Her tits are so sweet to look at, a nice hand full in size, she has quite large nipples, like tips of a little finger, amazingly stiff and hard, and the great thing about them, is that she loves them being sucked really hard, when I say "really hard," I mean, "Really fuckin' hard." Also, Jean's clit, it is fairly large, when the hood is pulled back it reveals a beautiful red bud. Jean is in every way the opposite to my wife, who has lost all interest in sex, at her age of forty eight, I think she has an orgasm of sorts when she has a cup of tea and biscuits. I digress. I am now, laying on my back, and Jean is giving me a blow job, my eyes closed, thinking this is bliss, and thinking, there is only one place better than my cock being in Jean's mouth, that is when my cock is in her sweet pussy. Jean, was now wanking and sucking my cock hard. After five or six minutes, I placed my hands onto her head and pulled her off gently, she looked up at me as if to say, "no", I winked at her, and said, "it's my turn." By this I meant for me to suck on her big clit. We slowly swapped places, she laid on her back, I went between her legs. She knew exactly what I wanted. She spread her thighs wide, to the point that with her knees bent and flat, touching the bed, I told you she was flexible. I wet my tongue, and went straight for her pussy lips, licking each one and sucking on them. She has a pronounced large clit. I pushed the hood back with my fingers and flicked my tongue across her red bud. She knew I loved this, and I knew, she did too. My hands were now under each of her ass cheeks, licking and sucking on the juices she was producing, Jean's soft moans slowly getting louder, "Bob... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck." Her hands had now moved away from my head, and were stretched out horizontally, clasping tight at the bed sheets. Then, came out the sex raved Jean, I had come to know, "come on you bastard, harder," she demanded, in a commanding tone of voice. Bucking her hips hard into my face, the odd glimpses I made towards her, I saw her face was contorted, eyes shut tight. Crying out loud, she said, "Come on Bob, suck my clit off!" Then, with each of her upward thrusts, she'd shout, "harder... harder... harder." Then she stopped, on the upward thrust shouting, "H A R D E E E R R R R.... you absolute fuckin' bastard." Her body stiffened, her hands clasped my head and pushed down, for about five seconds, then she lifted my head off, and started shaking, shouting, "you fucker, you fucker, you're a fucker Bob." I slowly lowered her ass down onto the bed, and laid down beside her. I put a hand on to her thigh, but she slapped it away, "shit Bob, don't touch me, not yet." She was still shaking, her eyes were closed, and her face was just so amazing, it was like, well I can't explain it, all I can say is a beautiful sort of orgasmic expression. She calmed down after a while, as I laid next to her, her body gave off an incredible amount of heat, "you okay Jean?" I asked. Silence, I did not dare to touch her, we just laid next to each other. I felt her move, I turned my face towards her, we were both laying on our sides looking at each other, me on my left side, Jean on her right, there was just a few inches gap between us. Jean then placed her left hand on my hip, giving me a few light taps, and said, "you're such a little bastard. You seem to know exactly what I need." I don't know why, but Ron, just came into my head, and I asked Jean, "I hope Ron didn't her you?" Her reply was, "he knows why you came up here, he knows exactly what's going on." She then slowly moved her hand from my hip to my cock, she stroked it extremely slowly with a light grip, when she got to the tip, she would let a finger run across the top and smear the precum, then moved back down and back up. She continued doing this while we were looking into each other's eyes, and talking, she said, "You know today changes everything in our lives?" "Yes, I suppose it does." I replied. Jean said, "Whenever you come round, Ron, will always be here." I said, "Yes, I think I realise that, I just don't know how our (Ron and me) relationship will be from now on, how will I be able to look at him and just..... talk." "It's probably going to be difficult at first, but let's just see how it goes", said Jean. She was still stroking my cock, I had placed the palm of my right hand onto the side of her face. I asked Jean, "You okay with this?" She grind and said, "No, I think you are going to struggle with the amount of times you're going to have to fuck me!" I smiled, and said, "You're a dirty cow Jean." To which she squeezed my cock hard and said, "And don't you forget it. Come on lets fuck." Jean got up, straddled me, lets her pussy lips just touch my cock head, then said, "My cunts hungry... have you got a cure for that?" I looked at her, she said, "I know, you've got a cock that's going to feed it some jizz, lots of jizz I hope? It's very hungry." Her pussy was so wet, and with the amount of percum on my cock, she lowered herself slowly, "ahh, fuck," she gasped. As the head just enters, she withdraws then back down, but a bit further this time, then back up and down again a bit further, each time she came down, she would gasp, either, "fuck" or "shit" and a couple of time it was, "fucking shit," after six or seven strokes, she was fully down, and stopped with my cock now fully in her. My cockhead was being pushed by her cervix. I said, "You feel fucking great Jean." She replied, "You're a big bastard, Bob." As she contracts her cunt, squeezing my cock. She starts to move up and down slowly, not letting the head pop out. As she was fucking me, I brought my knees up behind her, and started to meet her thrusts. There were no fast movements, just nice and slow, both our hands were clasped together in mid-air. We kept this up for around fifteen minutes, we were looking into each other's eyes. But not with lust as before, just blissfully at ease with each other, our faces were not gritted or strained, but a content smile on our faces said everything we wanted to between us. The only sound to be heard was a squelching from our fucking. Then out the corner of my eye, I caught a movement, I looked across, It was Ron, I froze "shit... shit... sorry... Ron, sorry, I....", Ron, stopped me, "don't mind me, I'm just getting a couple of things, then going for a shower. This is still my bedroom as well you know, okay, carry on." Jean, was the first to start fucking again, I looked up at her, as if to say "what are you doing," but she just smiled at me, shrugged her shoulders and started fucking. "Go on, Bob, carry on, see to her needs!" said Ron. I start thrusting, with some hesitation, again as before just slow movements. "Look at me, Bob, leave him be!" said Jean. I look at Jean, and we sort of just carried on as if, Ron, was not there. But nevertheless, I could see Ron, he moved around to the end of the bed, standing with Jean's back to him. I saw the top of his head go down behind Jean. He must have gone down to our coupling, I heard Ron, say, "nice cock Bob, you're a lucky man." "Leave him alone Ron... is watching us getting your little prick up?" Said Jean. Ron, then said, "Jean, baby, I think maybe you're the lucky one?" Ron, watched us for a few minutes, when Jean, said, "Ron, come round here." Ron, moves round to the side of us, "get your prick out babes?" Jean, told Ron. Ron, removed his trousers and shorts, he was looking at me as he did this. I looked down at Ron's cock, okay, I say cock, but Jean, was right, it was just a prick, his hairy balls hung lower than his prick. It was uncut, white as snow, and about as thick as my thumb. In fact my thumb was probably bigger. But, I suppose all the hair he had, just made it look smaller than it really was. Jean, and I still had our hands clutched together, as she instructed Ron, "Okay babes, put it in my mouth?" Ron, took hold of his prick and stretched it out, offering it to Jean. Jean opened her mouth and moved forward, taking Ron's prick in to her mouth. She sucked on it, as we both were still fucking. Now our fucking squelching noise, was accompanied with Jean, sucking on Ron's prick. This continued for about four or five minutes, when Ron, grabbed Jean's head, and grunted, "It's cumming!" Jean swallowed, and Ron said, "Thanks babes, that was nice." He then turned his head to look at me and asked, "I'd like to watch for a bit, if that's alright?" Jean, leant forward to Ron's prick and gave it a kiss, saying, "Its okay babes, I love you." Ron, was still looking at me, I just nodded, he then moved behind Jean, and ducked down. Up to this point Jean hadn't let my cock fully out, but now, knowing Ron, was back there she slowly raised further up and let my cockhead out, there was a "pop," Jean, slightly turned her head to one side to look at Ron, "What do you think babes?" Asked Jean. "As I said before, I think you're one lucky woman," said Ron. Jean replies. "I think I'm one lucky fuckin' woman," she lowers herself back onto my cock. "Put you hand on my stomach Ron," Jean asked Ron. I saw one of Ron's hands come round and onto Jeans stomach, "a bit lower hun." Said Jean. To which Ron, moves his hand a couple of inches lower. She then winked and said to me, "Pump it Bob," she stops moving, and just lets me pump in and out of her, I slowly keep this up, "can you feel it babes? Can you feel that cock inside me?" Jean, asked Ron. "Quite amazing for you I'm sure!" Ron, replied. Then, Jean, starts moving, Ron, removed his hand, but still seemed to be watching. I herd Ron say "You two horny fuckers seem to be made for each other. I'm off for a shower." As before, Jean was absolutely ravishing, "oaky Bob, now let's fuck... properly!" Jean, seemed to slow down, I was a bit confused, but only for a second, because, as she slowly came down, my cock fully in, she ground her pussy on my groin in a circular motion, quite hard, it almost hurt, but a good sort of hurt. I was definitely not going to complain. Up, down, grind, up, down, grind, up, down, grind. "You oaky down there Bob?" Asked Jean. "You really are a dirty little fucker Jean." I replied. She ground into me for several minutes. Up to this point we were both looking and smiling at each other, then, Jean's eyes slowly started to close. Her movements were more deliberate, her grinding seemed harder and longer, she quickened the pace, no more grinding, just straight up and down, but in a frantic way, shouting, "fuck... fuck... fuck... " every time she came down. Naughty Neighbour Ch. 02 She was coming down really hard, it felt like a hammer hitting my cockhead, then, she lifted off like a rocket, shouting, "bastard Bob, you bastard, f u c k I n' b a s t a r d c o c k." Squirting three large spurts, into the air and landing all over my chest, she waved her hips, from side to side as she squirted, it was all over the bed sheets, "Jean, you dirty, dirty cow." I said. "Your bastard cock did that!" She retorted. She fell on top of me, our hands were still clenched together, we kissed, a sweet kiss. We stayed like this for a while, then, our hands unclenched, I put them around Jean and hugged her softly. Her breathing slowed, everything was quite. I could just hear the shower running, then even that stopped, Ron, must have finished. Jean, came up to my ear, a soft quite voice, "doggy." We had not done it like that before, "it's my favourite" she said. She slowly slides off me, to one side, twists down, grasps hold of my cock, kissed the head saying, "I want this to blow inside me!" She turns her head looking at me across my stomach, "can you manage that Bob?" "I'm looking forward to doing just that Jean." I said with a grin on my face. She turns back to my cock, spitting on it a couple of times and smears it all over, "come on Bobby, its fuck time, again." She said. Jean, spins round getting ready into position, I too get up, into my requested position. As I am just about to enter her, she turns her head, looked at me, with a smile and a bit of a wink said, "Bob, be gentle with me...... NOT!" Her eyes widen as she said the word "NOT." I shook my head, and said, "you're a whore Jean, just a dirty fuckin' whore." I moved forward, presented my cock to her opening, I could feel the heat coming from Jean's pussy. I gently entered; her pussy was very inviting, and very wet. It felt amazing entering her, I slowly pushed in a bit, and out slowly getting deeper with each thrust. I was in. I stayed there for a few seconds, then started pumping slowly. Jean rocked back and forth to meet me. "Come on Bob, fuck me," Jean, commanded after a while. I picked up the pace, ten minutes or so into this, Ron, comes back into the room, he was naked, I, this time, just kept fucking. It was like I expected Ron, to be there watching and had sort of got comfortable with the situation. "God, you two, still at it, looks like you'll both need a shower soon," said Ron. Ron was right, not realising before but we were both fairly wet, sweating. Jean, turned her head towards Ron, "You oaky hun? would you like to join in?" She asked. "No, its alright, you finish him off, I'll be downstairs." Said Ron. As he said that, Jean, shouts quite loudly, "F U C K!" I, "shoosh," Jean. Ron said, "Its oaky, I don't mind her being loud, I can listen to that no problem." With that Ron, puts on his gown and walks out the room, but leaves the door open. Jean, had her head buried into a pillow, her hands were clasping the sides making fists. She lifted her head, and told me to take hold of her hair. I reached forward, clasp a fist full of her hair and yank her head back. With the other hand, I gave her a slap on her ass, "ah, you bastard Bob, I l o v e that, another one!" She requested. I slapped her again, "harder you cunt, make it hurt." Jean, shouts out. Jean, was very loud, Ron must have heard her, I slaped her again, and again fairly hard, I could see her ass turning red, she growls like a bear, then loudly with each thrust said, "ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..." "I think I'm nearly there," I grunted at Jean. I was now pumping quite furiously, frantic. I couldn't keep this up for long. After a while, I slowed down, grab each of Jean's ass cheeks, squeezed them in time with my thrusts, Jean, lifted her head, "bastard cock, fucking cock, I'm cummmming," Jean shouts at the top of her voice. I heard Ron, shout up, "go Bob, go get her." Jean, shouts back at me, "stop!... get that thing out of me... now..." We both stop, frozen. Jean squirted, straight onto the bed, sighing, "ahhhhh, that feels sooo fuckin good." She then looked back at me, "okay, donkey, put it back in. Are you nearly there, I'm getting a bit tired?" I answered, "yeh, not long now, I'll try to be quick." "Come on then, donkey Bob, let your hose flow." This time I knew I did not have to ask about cumming in Jean's pussy. I enter her, brutally, pull back her hair, making her shout out in pain. She growled loudly, like a bear. I fucked her hard, furiously, no holding back. Couple of minutes later, I could feel it was not long now. I was there, I gritted my teeth, bury my cock deep, and let go, "f u c k!" I shouted. Pulled out, then back in to the hilt and let blow, and again, "f u c k!" Four blasts, "holly shit Jean, you have an amazing cunt." I let go of her hair. "You've an amazing cock Bob." Said Jean. Jean, lowered her ass to the bed, I collapsed next to her. We then hear Ron, who shouted up, "Is that you two finished up there, shall I put the kettle on?" That was the beginning of something I never thought I would ever have. I will write about our next "date". and let you know how it went. Naughty Neighbour Ch. 03 Ron came knocking, he sounded out of breath and in a hurry, "Hi Bob, can you please help me with my car? I can't get it started." I replied, "Have you got fuel in it?" "Ha Ha, yes I've got fuel in it, I just filled it up yesterday." I asked Ron, "I've just got home and need a shower. Can I come round after?" Ron sounding very urgent, "It's just that I need to pick Jean up from work, she'll be waiting." "You can take my car if you want?" I offered. "Thanks, but we're going shopping straight after, and I'd rather take mine if that's alright?" I grabbed my house keys, and replied, "Yes sure, let's see if I can get you started." We walked around to his drive, and we talked while I started looking the car over. I asked Ron, "I haven't seen you or Jean for something like, what, over three weeks, are you both okay?" Ron, "Yes, thanks, we're both fine, just been busy you know, there is something else, but I'll let Jean tell you that!" It was about ten minutes, when I realised what the problem was, and fixed it. A car pulled up, and Jean got out with another man who had obviously driven Jean home. I heard Jean say to the other man, "Thanks' Brian, would you like some tea, please come in?" Brian seemed reluctant, "No thank you, it's okay, I'll be off and see you in a couple of days." "Please come in, as a thank you, please?" Jean sounded very apologetic and humble, not making eye contact, looking towards the ground. I asked Ron who that other person was, and Ron told me that that was 'Brian', Jean's boss. Who had obviously given Jean a lift home because Ron wasn't there to pick her up. They both passed us, and Jean turned round to introduced Brian to me, then both went into the house. Ron asked me, "Have we finished here? Then let's join them indoors." I said to Ron, "Yes, looks like you had a blocked fuel filter, should be okay now." Ron slapped me on the back, and said, "Well done, let's go in!" I tried to decline, "I'll head home, as you've got company." "Nonsense, you're having a beer with me, come on!" I reluctantly accepted, and we both went in. I washed my hands in the downstairs cloakroom and then joined them in the lounge, where Ron had already poured a drink for me. "Come on over Bob!" Shouted Ron; from his armchair. I walked over, and sat down. Ron and I mainly talked to each other, as Brian and Jean were talking shop. I overheard some of the conversation of Brian and Jean, where Brian seemed to be doing most of the talking and Jean politely nodding her head and agreeing. Her head seemed to be lowered like she was bowing, hardly looking Brian in the eye at all. About fifteen minutes later Brian stood up and said, "Okay Jean, have you got that? Do you have any questions?" Speaking just like he was her manager. Jean very slowly rose and stood with her hands clasped in front of her, "No, Mr Smith, I am sure I can manage with the paperwork, it's no problem." "Okay then, as you know I'm out tomorrow. I will inspect everything when I get back." Brian again, talked in a very authoritative but almost condescending tone towards Jean. Jean replied, "I am sure you will be happy sir, I will see everything is carried out properly." With that, Brian said goodnight to both Ron and me. Jean followed behind Brian to show him out. "Good night Jean." We heard Brian's voice, then Jean, "Good night sir, I have a nice trip tomorrow sir!" We heard the front door close, and Jean reappeared. She come and sat back down where she was sitting previously and said, "I've had an awful day, and then you not picking me up made it just the worst, I didn't want Brian giving me a lift home at all, I hate him, he's so patronising." Ron interrupted, and not showing any concern towards Jean, "Right then, we having something to eat?" I stood and said, "I'll be off now, you two carry on." Ron stood and placed a hand on my shoulder, "No you don't, sit down and let me get some refills." Jean asked, "Chinese okay with everyone?" Both Ron and I nodded our heads. I said to Jean, "While that's coming, I'll just go home and have a shower. I'd only just got home when Ron asked me to look at his car." Jean looked at me, "I've had a really hard day, and can do with a nice hot shower myself. Join me?" I replied to Jean, "it's okay Jean, thanks, I won't be long." Jean looked at me with a stern look in her eyes, "I wasn't offering you a choice Bob!" I stood and smiled, shaking my head. Jean came up to me and put her arm through mine, and said to Ron, "We're going up for a shower Ron, can you order the food?" Ron picked up a leaflet and said, "Yes, Bob's already done me a favour, I'm sure he won't say no to you either. And don't be too long with him, the food will be here soon." Jean walked us both arm in arm. I asked Jean, "I haven't seen you for a while, you and Ron been okay?" She looked up with a beaming smile; "Bob, I've got a surprise for you!" We got to the top of the stairs, I asked, "What sort of surprise?" The grin didn't leave her face. She hugged my arm tighter, as she said, "Bob, I really hope you like it, just wait babes, just wait." We walked into her wet-room where we both took our clothes off. As soon as we were both naked, Jean ran up to me, jumped up, throwing her arms around my neck, and her legs around my hips. She hugged me tight and whispered in my ear, "I've missed you Bob; I've missed you so much," then gave me a long, deep kiss. My cock slowly developed between the crack of Jean's ass. Jean must have felt it. She reached around to grab my cock and started to stroke it, as we kissed. She pushed her face and lips harder into me. Jean is so petite, she doesn't weigh much at all, and I can carry her without even knowing she's there. We stay indulged with each other for quite a while. I broke off, and said, "I think we should turn the water on! We are here for a shower, aren't we?" Jean smiled, and unwrapped herself from me and stood. I turned the shower on; there are multiple shower heads from different places, walls and ceiling. Jean pointed to a marble bench besides one wall in the shower room, "Sit down Bob!" I did as Jean asked. She walked over and knelt between my legs, grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, sucking on the head, "Wow Jean take it easy babes." Jean raised her head, still looking at my cock and wanking it vigorously, "I've had a hard day, honey, and I now need something very hard... in me." She started blowing me again; I looked up to the ceiling and closed my eyes. Jean went crazy on my cock, twisting her hands, sucking hard, like she was taking all the frustrations of her day out on my cock. As I looked back down, Jean was sucking on my head, twisting her hands on my shaft, stroking me off. She would on occasion's place my cock between the palms of her hands and move her hands back and forth rotating the cock-head. Then back down sucking on it for another minute, then back with her palms. A good ten to twelve minutes must have passed when I said to Jean, "Jean babes, if you keep going like that, I'm going to cum soon." She popped my cock out, "I know this cock better than you Bob, and I'm just getting it nice and slippery." I replied, "There is a lot of water around for that, babes, but I guess you need to get things out of your system?" I put my hands on her head and run my fingers through her wet hair. Jean kept working on my cock, squeezing with both hands, sucking hard, often spitting on to it, even as the water fell over us. Few minutes later, a cry from Ron, "Guy's the food's here!" Jean looked at me pouting her lips to be kissed, which I obliged with. She stood up in front of me, I followed her eyes with mine, she put her hands on to my shoulders, and said, "Bob, here's my present for you, happy birthday!" Jean seemed a bit calmer, her touch much softer, her voice more relaxed. It was my birthday a couple of days ago, and at the time I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't seen Jean. She took one hand and placed it on top of my head, and pushed it down, making me look lower. My eyes looked at her petite body inch by inch glancing lower, her tits, and those very large nipples, not quite hard yet. I stuck my tongue out and licked one as I was forced to look lower. Her stomach, flat, I kissed it several times, getting lower. I finally arrived to her pussy, clean shaven as usual, but then I see a couple of shinny bits, "Oh fuck Jean, what the hell, you absolute horny cow!" Jean had gotten her clit pierced, she has quite a large prominent clit, and now there's a stud through it. I stood and picked her up, turned round and placed her on the bench. I started to lick and suck on her clit, flicking the stud with my tongue, I heard soft moans and cries from Jean, "Oh, yes, fuck, I knew you'd love it, ahh, Bob, harder, I can take it, please, harder, oh yes, that's it babes, keep going, fuck, Bob, Bob, ahh." I flicked her clit stud around with my tongue more forcefully and kept sucking on it. Then I thought, this is why Jean had not wanted to see me for a few weeks, it must have been very sensitive, and by the groans from Jean, I think it probably still was. I placed two fingers into her pussy and moved them slowly in and out while rotating them as well. Jean cried out, "Bob you bastard, ahh, I knew you would... ohh... love it, tell me you like it, babes? Ohh." With my other hand I reached out and squeezed one of her tits, pinching her hardening nipple, and then I moved to the other one. Jean moaned, "Ahh, Bob, oaahh, love, oaahhh, you, babes, ahh." She grabbed my head and pushed it down, she asked me, "Babes, harder, please, ahh, please babes, make me, oh god, explode?" Her hips jolted up in spasms, Jean cried out loud, "I'm cumming Bob, Bob, I'mm, cuming, fuck me, oh god, fuck me, ahh." She was very loud; I think she wanted to make sure Ron could hear we were busy. Jean grabbed my head and lifted it off, and squirted, three squirts; I stuck out my tongue, to capture some of it. She pushed me away saying, "leave me for a minute will you honey?" I lay on the floor letting the water run over me, my cock still hard and pointing up over my belly button. I looked over to Jean on the bench, her back flat on the bench, both arms hanging down to the floor, one leg bent at the knee and foot on the bench, the other dangling to the floor. Her chest heaving and her hips jolted in small spasms. A few minutes passed, and Jean's voice, "Honey, get up?" I saw Jean sitting on the bench with a bottle of liquid soap, she said, "We are supposed to be having a shower, come on let's get soaped up!" There's a 'Blind Spot' from the spray of the shower heads; we stand in this blind spot, to soap each other up. Jean squirted some all over her shoulders and tits, and I started lathering her, paying particular attention to her tits, I squeezed them and ran a finger over her nipples. She squirted some over me and soaped up my shoulders and chest. Jean turned me around so she could do my back, then I in turned to do hers, making sure I pay particular attention to her pert ass, we're now facing each other again. Jean squirted some soap on to my cock and started to fondle my balls; we kissed tenderly, while I have both hands groping Jeans ass, and Jean stroking my cock. Jean pushed me sideways into a stream of water, hitting my cock, stroking away, making sure all the soap was cleansed off. Jean guided me back to the bench and lightly pushed me down so that I sat on it. She then stood on to the bench with her feet either side of my thighs; she guided my cock in to her entrance. Then placed her hands on to my shoulders, lowered herself on to my cock. She got half in and said, "Never can get this bastard in in one go, you're so big, ahh." She rose slightly then stabbed back down, with all the water and our lubricants, Jean whispered in my ear, "Ahh, bastard cock, got it in!" I instinctively started to thrust slowly, Jean said, "Just sit there big boy, just sit there, don't move." She placed her arms around me in a cuddle, and rested her head on my shoulder. Usually Jean likes to fuck hard, and rough, using strong language. But I somehow got the message that she just wanted a quiet, relaxing, tranquil time together. I could feel her cunt throbbing around my cock like a heartbeat. I placed my arms around her and cuddled her back. The warm water cascaded over us, just the noise of the shower could be heard, it was peaceful. I slowly turned my head and softly kiss the nape of her neck, several small kisses, and gently run my fingers up and down her back. The warm water fell over us, soothing our bodies, we seemed to be as one. At one point my cock throbbed and I moved my hips up lifting her, Jean lightly tapped me on my back and said, "Easy big boy." An impulsive action on my part, "Sorry babes, couldn't help it." Jean softly said, "Control honey, self-control." A few minutes passed and I thought Jean had fallen into a blissful sleep. Ron startled both of us, standing at the bathroom door and asked in a loud manner, "You going to be long with him? Your food's cold now." Jean's whole body jolted in shock, she raised her head to look at Ron, and with a very angry expression; you know the one, if looks could kill, and all that, shouting, "Ron you're a fuckin bastard, does it look like I want to eat... food... right now... Bastard, you watch I'll get you back. Can't you see I was just having some quiet time?" Jean looked back to me and asked, "You hungry Bob?" I looked over to Ron, "Mate, we might be here for a bit longer, we'll join you later." Ron shrugged his shoulders and said, "You two fuckers, making me eat alone again!" I looked back to Jean, "Maybe we should go?" Jean said, "I was so lost in a wonderful place before he barged in, now he's just pissed me off, the little prick that he is, and has!" I held Jean's face with both hands, and said in a quiet whisper, so as not to sound like I was on anyone's side, "Let's go down, eat with him, then we can come back up for dessert." Jean rested her forehead on my chest and said, "Yes I suppose you're right, but I want this cock in me it's where it belongs." I kissed the back of Jean's head, "Come on babes, you know it will be in you again soon." Jean sighed deeply, kissed me softly and dismounted. We dried off and Jean put on a gown, and I without my boxers put my jeans on. We both joined Ron downstairs. Ron had reheated the food, and we all had a bite to eat and chatted. We took about fifteen minutes, and then cleared up. Ron sat in his usual armchair, and I was on the sofa. Jean walked in carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses. She started to pour out some wine for all of us, but Ron said he was okay with his beer. Jean came and sat next to me. We again chatted for a bit. While we talked, Jean stroked my thigh. The topics of conversation ran dry, when Jean said, "Ron, you want to join Bob and me upstairs?" Ron looked over to us and said, "No, you two carry on, it's okay, I've got this book I want to finish." I looked at Ron and said, "Oh come on Ron, don't be a spoil sport!" Jean angrily shouted, "For fuck sakes Ron! If you don't want to come up we'll do something right here, you're pissing me off more and more by the minute." Still staring at Ron she said, "Get up and come over here?" Ron was reluctant, "No, it's okay, take Bob upstairs." Jean getting very angry, stood up and stomped over to Ron, grabbed his hand, "You little fucking shit, get up?" There was no way Jean would be able to move Ron, as Ron is quite a bulky person and Jean is so, so, tiny. Jean frowned at Ron, whilst holding his hand, then she shouted again to Ron, "I told you, I'm in no mood for stupid fuckin games, now get up, and get over there!" Throwing her arm out and pointing towards me. Jean turned and looked over to me, "And you, get rid of those jeans?" I was never going to disobey Jean; I just loved her commanding boldness. I got up and removed my jeans, then sat back down. By this time Ron was up and Jean was walking him over to me by the sofa. As Jean started to undo and remove her gown, she said to Ron, "Come on you ass-hole, drop your pants and take out your prick?" Ron undid his belt and dropped his trousers and lowered his pants to the ground and stepped out of them, took off his shirt and now we were all naked. I was sitting on the sofa, and Ron was standing just besides me, he was about to sit next to me when Jean said, "Get up Bob?" We're both in front of Jean; my cock is already at half mast, Ron still limp. Jean brought over a foot stool and knelt on it in front of us. She spat on my cock and started stroking it. She moved over to Ron and started sucking him off. I'm hard in a matter of minutes, Ron nearly there I think, I could not see it, it being in Jean's mouth. Jean took it out of her mouth and grabbed it with her other hand, she then turned to my cock and spat on it again. She was stroking both of us. Ron's cock is not that big compared to mine, if you can imagine a baby carrot next to a prize cucumber. Not to be modest, but, even a large cucumber is smaller than my cock. Jean manoeuvred us so that our cocks were next to each other. As I have mentioned before, neither Ron nor me are gay, but we let Jean do whatever she wants with our cocks. Jean held both cocks just at the base of the head and rubs our cockheads together, licking each one in turn, Ron did not seem to be leaking, pre-cum, but I'm flowing. Jean licked some of it, and smeared it over Ron's prick. Jean tried to take both cocks into her mouth but couldn't, so she sucked off one at a time, then again rubbed them together, occasionally slapping them against each other. She squeezed my cock and got it to spit out some pre-cum, and put it on to Ron's prick, like she was squeezing out toothpaste on to a brush. She then rubbed my shaft with Ron's prick from head to base, first along the top, then along the bottom. Jean looked up towards both of us, and said with a cheeky smile, "How you doin boy's?" She looked at Ron, "You're, about to cum, aren't you?" I heard Ron groaning, "Yes, Agg, I'm cuming." Jean kept rubbing the heads together, much harder, Ron released his first load and Jean let it go over on to my cock. She then took Ron into her mouth and Ron fired again. For his third load Jean let it over my cock again. That was Ron finished. Jean took my cock, looking up in to my eyes licked off Ron's cum, and then sucked my cock clean. Jean knew I would not cum that quickly, she stopped sucking, and stroked slowly, looked up to Ron, placed a hand on his oversized belly, and with a couple of light slaps said, "You can fuck off to your book now, while I take Bob upstairs to fuck my brains out!" Jean and I both went up to her bedroom, she leant over the bed, placed her hands on the bed and stuck her ass out, "Do me here to start with, and I want it hard, none of that sissy poking about, just a hard fuck, O... and don't stop till I cum, got it?" I moved behind her and rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, she was wet, I smeared my pre-cum around her slit, and I could feel her clit stud, where I concentrated more pressure onto. It also felt nice on the tip of my cock. I then located her opening, Jean said, "Hold on big boy," and moved one leg over to widen her stance. Jean wiggled her ass, "Okay let's go." I pushed hard and entered just half way then retreated, then back in a bit deeper, and back out, back in, inching further in till I was buried, a cry from Jean, "Ahh, back where it belongs!" I grabbed hold of her hips, and slide out, Jean turned her head to look at me and said, "Remember what I said, hard, fuckin hard, and make me cum!" Naughty Neighbour Ch. 03 I knew exactly how Jean likes it. I slide in deep, keep it there for a few seconds, feeling her cunt muscles contract around my shaft. I flex my cock inside her, and slide out, just keeping the head in; I squeezed her ass then plunge in hard. I began my assault on Jean's pussy, out and hard in. she was quite wet now, so I retract out, fully out, so that Jean felt the maximum pleasure of her cunt being opened every time I enter. Jean started to cry out, "Oh yes, now this is it, Ahh, shit, ahh, fuck, Ohh, my, Fuckkinn, Gouudd, Ahh." I kept up a fast pace and slammed into her hard, the slapping of our flesh echoed around the room along with Jean's cries of pleasure. The head board of the bed making a rhythmic sound on the wall. As I pumped away, I felt Jean's ass getting wet from perspiration, and also her back was gleaming, her head was thrashing about in front, shaking from side to side. Screams came from Jean, "Ahh, Fuck, I'm, cuummiinngg, I'm, cumming Bob, oh, fuck, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Then Jean froze, and shouted out, "Get out, get it out!" I took a step back, Jean turned round, pushed her hips forward, and leant back on to the bed with both hands behind her, and squirted onto my cock. I pushed my hips out and let her love fountain hit my cock, three long streams. Jean shouted out, "Take this you bastard cock!" Her face grimacing, her teeth clenched. Jean turned her face to the open door, and at the top of her voice shouted out to Ron, "Ron, you listening? You little fucking prick... you're a fuckin looser, come up and see what a cock does to a cunt!" Jean fell to her knees in front of my dripping cock, her love juice running down my legs. Jean grabbed hold of my cock with both hands pulled me forward, and sucked on my cock. Blowing me off again and stroked my shaft hard and fast, twisting my cock by rotating her hands. About five minutes later Ron walked through the door, he's still naked, his baby carrot, limp in front of him. Jean looked over to him, still sucking on my cock; she beckoned Ron closer with a finger. Took my cock out, held it at the base, and with her other hand held Ron's prick in her palm and slapped Ron's prick with my hard cock, shouting out, "This is a cock, bastard of a cock, no prick like yours can ever satisfy a cunt like mine, next time don't cum so fuckin quick." Jean kept slapping my cock onto Ron's prick, beating it hard, not fast, but just hard. And just kept going on, and on and on, she seemed to be in a rage, shouting abuse at Ron. Jean carried on, "You see, cocks keep going, they don't fizzle out in five minutes, like this prick of yours, cocks keep a cunt alive, flowing with juices, pulsing, fuckingg." There wasn't much either Ron or I could have said, Jean obviously had a bad day, a very bad day, and Ron's interruption earlier in the shower room did not help. I placed a hand on Jean's shoulder, "Jean, babes, let Ron go, please... please babes." Jean let go of both our manhood's, and fell back on to her ass. Ron turned and stepped away, I think it was hurting his prick, all the brutal slapping Jean had given out. Jean looked up to Ron, "Yeah, go on, fuck off, go fuck your books... you little prick!" Ron looked at me, I didn't know what to say, almost in fear that if Jean sees me side with Ron then she will make me pay, probably with my cock too in some way. I shook my head and slightly raised my hand as if to say, just go Ron, you're okay. Jean stood up, slapped my cock and said, "I know you and he are mates, I just need a good hard fucking, if it helps, and you want to take revenge for Ron, just think you are fucking me on Ron's behalf. Just think how he is feeling right now, how, if he had this cock, would fuck me, how do you want to fuck me... am I getting through to you?" As I mentioned, Jean must have had a bad day, in fact I think she'd had a bad week. Jean climbed onto the bed, placed a pillow under her head and then placed her hands behind her head, lifted her knees up and spreads them wide, till her knees touched the bed. Jean beckoned me over, "Come on big boy, and let's get going." I positioned myself between her legs and descend onto her clit stud, I licked and sucked it into my mouth and this time I went in hard, harder than before, twirling my tongue around it, and I had my hands on her inner thighs, trying to push them down even lower opening her pussy wider. Jean cried out, "Ahh... nice tongue work Bob, how do I taste? I hope, owhh, it's the dessert you wanted, ahh, I can tell you're mad on behalf of your friend." Jean started to buck her hips, becoming more intense, she moved her hands to my head and pushed hard, I kept licking and sucking, hard, lapping up the love juice she was producing. Then I sensed she was about to cum, and thought to myself, I'm not going to give her that satisfaction, this is for Ron. I took my head away, Jean looked down to me, her face was one of anger as she shouted, "What you doin? You fucking cunt, finish me, what are you doing? You bastard, finish me now, get back down there!" Kicking out and hitting me on the shoulder with her leg. "Finish me, you bastard, finish mee!" I shook my head and she delivered another couple of kicks to the side of my shoulder. Jean's face got redder, "Okay, I'll fuckin show you! Bastard, you fuckin bastard." Jean started to rub her own clit, she's masturbating, she used two fingers of one hand and pistoled in to her pussy, and a couple of fingers of her other hand franticly rubbed her studded clit. Jean didn't look at me, she closed her eyes, her hips bucked, it was an amazing site, and I wish I had a video camera at that point. She went on for a while, small grunts and moans. I saw beads of sweat running off her forehead. Jean opened her eyes, without slowing her masturbating hands, and said, "Get Ron!" I jumped off the bed, went to the door and shouted down to Ron to come up. I jumped back onto the bed, Jean still in a fury, her eyes shut tight, face contorted, and Ron appeared through, "What?" Jean looked at Ron and said, "Get down here?" She gave me a kick to move away. I moved a bit off centre, and Ron was now between Jean's legs. Jean again with eyes shut tight, hips bucking up and down off the bed really high; her head thrashed from side to side, her fingers were a blur over her clit. Jean suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Ron, "Get you face down here you prick?" Then a minute later, angrily to Ron she said, "Don't you fuckin move, you prick, don't you dare fuckin move." She let go of her clit, placed her hands onto her knees, she lifted her hips high and close to Ron's face, her eyes bulged out, teeth gritted, face red, and to Ron's surprise squirted onto his face. Ron not expecting this just moved slightly back. A cry from Jean as she redirected her hips towards Ron, "I said don't move you bastard, stay fuckin there!" Her voice strained. A long stream drenched Ron, then she stood up on the bed very quickly, strode over Ron, rubbed her clit hard and wildly, then released another stream all over Ron's stomach and prick, shouting, "You bastards think you know it all, take this, you cunts, don't you ever fuck about with me you wankers." I think Ron knew what Jean was going on about; just earlier that evening when Ron disturbed her on my cock in the shower room. Ron shook his head in dismay and wiped his face with his hand, letting Jean get her frustration out. Jean again rubbed her clit for about ten seconds and let go of another stream, same as before over Ron. And lets rip again, "You fuckin fuckers, mess about with this lady and see what you'll fuckin get!" This time she was looking directly at me, with a stern expression on her face, I'm sure this was for NOT getting her off just moments ago. When she finished squirting, she stepped back over Ron, gave him a light kick on the ass and said, "You can fuck off again, or actually, let me re-fraise that. Do you want to fuck off? Or do you want to watch?" Ron looked up to Jean, and said, "I, I'd like... to watch," taking his time to answer very slowly. I am sure Ron was thinking the same as me, that the choice Jean was giving was not really a choice, but a statement to sit in the corner, and watch. So the only right answer to Jean's 'question' was stay and watch. Jean nodded her head and said, "Good choice!" giving him another light kick on the ass and ruffled his hair. Jean then stepped over to me, ruffled my hair and said, "Come on your turn fucker, and this time don't disappoint, or else?" Jean lay back down on the bed and held her arms out, "Come on get in?" I moved between her legs and lay on top of her as she wrapped her arms around me. I stabbed my cock trying to find her tight tunnel. Oh yeah, there it is, I slide in a couple of inches, a gasp from Jean, as she tightened her arms around me. "Woww... fuck! You never cease to amaze me on entry." I knew Jean was expecting me to drive in deeper, I didn't, I slide out. Then I thought to myself, she's really wet, I'm going to give this a go, I don't care if it pains her. I drive fully in, in one lunge go right up to the hilt. A loud cry came from Jean, "Holy fuckin shit, you fuckin bastard Bob." Jean hit me on the back with her clenched fists. I didn't care, I was sure Jean expected me to stay there for a bit, but I didn't. As soon as I hit home, I retracted just as quickly, then just go mad, in and out, in a fury, attacking her pussy. Cries from Jean, "Ohh, you bastard, fuck, you think you're, ahh, full of, surprises, ahh." I grabbed Jean's face in both hands, placed with a thud my forehead against hers and pushed hard with my head on hers. Both of us looked into each other's eyes. Jean now moved her hips up to meet my thrusts. Bashing her clit stud hard onto my groin, I fucked Jean as she wanted, no stopping, hard and fast. Jean seemed to look in pain, but she also was loving it as she looked over to Ron and said, "This, ah, is, ohh, how, ahh, a, ahh, cock should, ahh, feed a, ahh, cunt, Jesus fucking Christ! Bob, Jesus fuckin Christ." I kept this up for a while. As you probably know, from my previous writing of our affair, Jean is an amazingly fit woman for someone in her sixties. She never fails to surprise me with her stamina, and just her pure physical 'FUCKING' power. I raised my head off, I was dripping onto Jeans face, Jean cried out, "I'm, cuummingg, Bob, I'm, cuumingg!" Jean pulled me in tight with her arms, her legs wrapped tightly around my ass, she squeezed my ass tight with her legs with every burial thrust I gave her of my cock, Jean shouted again, "I'mm... cuumingg... Jesus... fuck, lover, ahh!" I think she squirted, I could feel our copulation feeling wetter, squelcher, and my cock was getting hotter, throbbed harder and I felt strong. I grabbed Jean's face again, forcing our foreheads together. Our eyes locked like enemy targets, I grunted, "Agg!" with every thrust into Jean, long deliberate hard thrusts. I locked my cock in deep as I blew, I released a load, fuck, it felt like my nob just exploded, I retracted and then entomb my cock again, another load ripped my cockhead apart, as I entered for the third load I could feel my previous load running out over my cock, some of this was Jean's love juice. I release six or seven loads, which was oozing out of Jean's cunt. As I was blowing my loads, Jean's screams were loud, "J e s u s, fucking hell, Bob, ahh, woww, ohhgg, shit, fuck me baby, f u c k mee!" We both froze in mid-air for a minute, united, very still, my cock throbbed, Jean's cunt pulsated in her orgasm. A sound of our mixed juices dripped onto a very wet patch on the bed, and then softly we landed together onto the bed. I heard Ron commenting, "Fuckin hell Bob, you should fuck two women together, you shoot a load of cum, enough to fill a pint pot." Jean usually likes me to leave my cock in her, but I just Slipped off to one side, both of us panted, our breathing quick and sharp, Jean's hips still twitched in spasms. We both turned and looked at each other as a content smile ran over our faces. Jean placed a hand on my cheek, "Thanks honey, I really needed that." Then, her eyes widened, as she's thought of something, and she immediately went down to my throbbing cock and sucked on the head, while slowly with one hand squeezed some cum out, I was taking in deep breaths. Ron asked, "You okay mate?" I looked at Ron and said, "Jean's a bitch, a cum hungry bitch." I placed a hand on her head, as she milked me dry. A few minutes later, she came up and lay next to me on her right side, with an arm and leg across my body. Gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Wow, that was a fucking, my cunt feels beautifully sore." Then Jean looked over to Ron and asked him to come over and sit beside us on the bed. She placed her hand on the side of Ron's face and said, "Ron honey, I love you, you know that. You are my legal husband, have been and will be for many years. But, Bob is more than a lover to me. It's not his big cock, although that helps. And it's not the amount of cum he can shoot off, although I just can't get enough. It's his amazing stamina for not cuming for a long time that I love. Also when he explodes it's like a never ending cum volcano gushing, again and again blasting off in my cunt. I can't explain it any better. You would only know if you were a woman." Then just to add insult to injury, she said, "Oh and Ron babes, I hope you were taking notes, because that's how a cock fucks a woman's brains out."