6 comments/ 91319 views/ 30 favorites Two MILF’s for Valentine’s Day By: guytoearth Copyright 2014 This contains material of a sexual nature not suitable for anyone under 18. Editing contribution by Literotica member Private1stClass vastly improving my story. Thanks! This is a 2014 Valentine's Day Contest Entry. * Lou's boss, Frank, was so boring. Pretending to give Frank his complete attention, Lou daydreamed. Fantasizing about women occupied his mind. He had worked long hours and traveled too much over the last months. Except for one notable exception, his love life had been dull. Then, as his boss droned on about their business, a beautiful woman walked into the bar area and he thought, Maybe it's time to change my luck. It was Lou's second year with the investment bank and his second annual early February "Results" luncheon. He knew the routine. In morning meetings with each team member, his boss reviewed their past fiscal year performance, set goals for the next year, and passed out the bonus checks. For drinks, lunch, and bullshit, Frank hosted their team at a fancy restaurant. The lunch announced business was over and now it was time to celebrate. Lou knew that he should stick with his usual two drinks and forego the hangover he had last after last year's "Results" lunch. It had been a very successful year for Lou. Recruited by this investment bank for their real estate lending department, his large Christmas bonus reflected his achievements. Lou found that he had an uncanny ability to parse financial numbers and penetrate the bullshit of real estate developers. He could pick the winners from the losers—at least most of the time. Assigned to cure several sick loans, he had gotten the projects back on track and saved the bank millions of dollars in losses had the loans gone into foreclosure. Although he was the junior member of the team, just two years out of college, he was accepted and esteemed as a big contributor to the department's success. They started their lunch at the bar in a boutique hotel restaurant. Lou was surprised that all 15 or 20 bar seats were empty when he arrived. The dining room had plenty of empty tables and the hostess said she would save them a table. The guys in his department gathered at the entrance to the bar nearest the hostess station and the bar entrance. A chest-high partition separated a very narrow corridor of bar and bar stools from the dining area. Several, like Lou, sat in bar stools backs to the bar and the others clustered in the aisle way in front of the partition. Deep in conversation, they effectively blocked access to the rest of the bar. A blonde woman—Lou guessed she was 30 to 35 and very attractive—had to squeeze through them at the end of the bar to walk to the other end. As individuals and as pairs, his group moved about to permit her to move through them. It was still a very narrow and congested path. As the blonde navigated their gauntlet, Lou smiled at her and she returned his smile. Wow, Lou thought, she's really good looking. Soon, one, then two, good-looking women between 30 and 50 had to thread through their group of happy, animated men to join the group of women at the other end of the bar. Within 20 minutes, there were about 20 women clustered at the opposite end of the bar. Some of the women were tall, a few were petite, many were busty, and all were attractive. There were redheads, brunettes, and blondes. Some were their natural hair color and some obviously not. All were elegantly dressed, some in high-heel boots and others in high-heel shoes with dark stockings. The women were not perfect in all respects; yet, their beauty and assets made their imperfections meaningless. All his co-workers noticed them. They eyed all the women as they passed through and exchanged nods and smiles indicating their approval. His boss, Frank, was a womanizer and Lou glimpsed him copping a feel of a blonde woman's butt, as she traversed his bunch to join the other women. She wore a tight knit red dress that displayed the curves of her hips and ass as well as emphasizing her ample breasts. She didn't appear startled but did turn to see who had stroked her ass. She looked right at Lou, giving him a smile that seemed to convey only one possible interpretation. It seemed to tell him, that grope was nice, though it's a little naughty, isn't it?--And Lou believed she was signaling she liked the naughty part. Although his hand was not the guilty one, he warmly smiled back. A bourbon on an empty stomach loosened Lou's usual restraints on his behavior and he couldn't resist staring at the women. He twisted on his bar stool and kept appraising each one. Two women especially attracted his attention. One was the red dress woman. The other was the very first one who had navigated through his office mates. Red dress and mystery woman, Lou identified them in his mind. The red dress lady placed a birdcage veil with a large red heart and little red hearts in the veil on the mystery woman, apparently signifying she was the guest of honor or something for the upcoming Valentine's Day. Lou thought she was gorgeous. This mystery woman was about 5'5" or so. Her bleached blonde hair, Lou conjectured, was not her natural color. Short and wavy, it was a very becoming cut and style. Her skirt was above her knees and she wore dark hose and three-inch high-heels. She was curvy and her sweater displayed a fine set of large grapefruit sized breasts. Her waist was modest, yet a slight thickening showed she wasn't a young, trim thing anymore. That didn't matter to Lou; he thought that she was gorgeous. He estimated her age at 30 to 35. Lou traveled a lot for work and all his romances over the past two years had been brief flings. He was dissatisfied with his love life. Maybe just being terribly horny and lonely made him stare at the woman. As the group of women grew with new arrivals, they stretched out along the entire bar. As the women encroached into Lou's group, he jostled this mystery woman at one point with his elbow. "I'm sorry," he apologized. She explained that every year at this luncheon somebody was randomly chosen to be the Valentine's Day guest of honor. She laughed, "And butt of all the jokes and gag gifts, too!" Lou bit his lips not to retort, your ass does looks wonderful and I'd like to caress it. Instead, he smiled and replied, "You look wonderful in the veil and I hope you have a very happy Valentine's Day." Lou didn't hear her response clearly; he guessed her answer was not an optimistic one. When his team sat down to lunch, he sat directly facing a long table where the women were eating lunch. There, just one table away, Ms. mystery woman sat at the end closest to Lou. Next to her was the red dress lady. By now, Ms. mystery woman was aware that Lou was giving her appreciative glances. After drinking another glass of wine before lunch arrived, Lou couldn't stop eyeing her. As he ate, he gazed across the table at her. She noticed him watching her but didn't frown or grimace. Every time she caught him staring, she gave him a nervous smile. Soon, she returned his looks with a more inquiring expression. Lou's boss noticed he was distracted and demanded that he get back involved with what Lou knew was total bullshit. The mystery woman left the table for what he supposed was a potty stop. Lou fumbled in his pocket and found his business card. He scribbled on the back: "I apologize for staring. You are very beautiful and I would like to meet you." On the printed side, he underlined and circled his cell phone number. Rushing from the table, he intercepted his mystery lady as she returned down the corridor from the restrooms. He gave her his card and grinning said, "I just couldn't stop admiring your beauty. Please accept my apology for staring." She took his card, intently studying his scribbled message. Turning it over, she looked at his face and considered him. She read the printed side aloud. "Louis B. Shipton, Senior Analyst for Real Estate Investment." With a shy smile, she murmured, "I noticed you, too." She brushed by him and returned to her table. By then Lou's group was gathering in the lobby and leaving the restaurant. He gave one last glance at his mystery woman. She was showing the red dress woman what he assumed was his business card with its scribbled message and whispering in her ear. They both turned toward him. He could imagine his mystery woman telling the red dress, "That's him." Joan, Lou's mystery woman, and in the red dress her best friend, Sally, had noticed Lou even before he had given his card and note to Joan. While his staring had not been indiscreet or offensive, they detected him eyeing them. The two huddled after the luncheon and discussed what Joan should do. Joan believed Lou's note was an obvious invitation for a date, at the least, not just a phone chat. Sally agreed and told Joan about the unidentified groper who stroked her ass when she passed through the men standing with Lou. She related how she had she turned to learn whose hand had fondled her butt and given Lou her most encouraging smile. When Sally turned, she had discovered that it clearly wasn't Lou's hand. Given Mr. Louis B. Shipton's interest in her friend, she thought if he had been the one fondling her ass, maybe she would have gotten the interesting note. For Sally, Lou was a hunk. Handsome, well built, and a confident smile gave him magnetism and allure that aroused her. Her biggest disappointment was that Joan attracted him and got his inviting note. Sally encouraged Joan to respond to Lou's note. She pointed out the obvious: their husbands, partners in an import/export company, traveled most of the time to Asia and Africa. Their children were away in college, and the two were lonely and received little flattery or compliments at home. Sally argued that they were at the sexual prime of their lives and deserved to be flattered, pampered, and fucked. Staying at home with TV, books, and what excitement they could generate using their own hands is what the two mostly did. Although Sally did no more than talk about sex outside their marriages, Sally always voiced much more adventurous ideas about sexual encounters. Joan expected that she would encourage this dalliance. Joan wondered just who Louis B. Shipton was. She knew she could find out. Joan was a forensic accountant. She examined financial records to discover the reality of payments, deposits, or hidden funds that accounting records may or may not accurately represent. Law enforcement agencies contracted with her to audit financial records for criminal investigations. She had even done small jobs for the FBI and Homeland Security. On her laptop at home, Joan perused the various databases she used in her forensic accounting and clicked through Google for Louis B. Shipton. Quickly she discovered the basics: two years out of college, majored in Economics and History, Honors graduate, and ran the 400 meters on the college track team. His credit was very good and he wasn't in any of the law enforcement data bases. She found a three-year-old picture of him holding up the first place trophy at the New England Collegiate Championship meet amidst his 1600-meter relay teammates. Joan had spectated at that event last year when her son Terry competed in the 100 meters for U State there. My, my, she mused to herself, a track athlete and competitor at the same meet where my Terry had competed. As Sally had painfully pointed out, the two were not getting laid. All their sexual satisfaction came from the own, solitary efforts. Talking to Sally, pondering what to do about Lou, and finding such positive things about him got Joan to start rubbing her pussy and tweaking her nipples. She didn't imagine she was very desirable or erotic looking in her old ratty bathrobe. Closing her eyes, she could imagine herself dolled up and looking hungry to be fucked. That was enough to get her juices flowing and her hips gyrating while she stroked her clit with one hand and piston two fingers of the other in and out of her vagina. Joan concentrated on an image of Lou on top her: thrusting his huge cock into her pussy, shouting his desire for her, and begging for her attention. It was all she needed to reach orgasm. Alone in her empty house, she moaned, cried out, and screamed "Lou, Lou, FUCK ME!" What has gotten into me? This imagined Lou is so much better than my usual sexual daydreams. Afterwards she decided to call Lou that night after dinner and prepared herself for disappointment. More clear-headed later that same night, Lou agonized over his behavior. Sure, he had wooed women in a bar or at a party—girls he admitted to himself. This was a real woman. She certainly had intrigued him. She probably viewed him as a kid, a young nobody. Supposing that she would never respond to his not so subtle message, Lou picked up a book he had been reading. Damn, he told himself, too much travel and late nights working has made me a lonely, horny guy. I need to get out more and meet some women. It wasn't like he had gotten laid lately. There was Carrie in Philadelphia. The bank had sent him to fix a failing retail/office complex in downtown there, where the bank's real estate investment fund would suffer a huge loss if the complex went belly-up. He quickly realized that a new and better management company could probably turn the development around. Carrie came with the new management. Amazingly, he had met Carrie several years before at a track meet. She was a high jumper for another school and he remembered her. Tall and willowy, she had short blonde hair and a very perky personality. They were both surprised to see each other in Philadelphia. Frantic in bed, she pursued him fiercely. Lou loved sucking and nuzzling at her extended and very rigid nipples. But fucking her was always missionary style and over quickly. She immediately fell asleep and smothered him the rest of the night with her cuddling. He wanted more. He dreamed of getting a blowjob and even fucking her in the ass. Over last fall when he had traveled to Philly several times to oversee the remaking of the development, they had fucked four times. She begged him to visit for New Year's Eve and take her to this 'Great Party'. It was an ambush. Her mom and dad held a huge New Year's Eve Party at their swanky suburban home. Lou met and mingled with her folks, her brothers, and her extended family. Large and boisterous, many were ex-jocks. As a former track athlete of modest talent, he passed the family's inspection. At the party, Carrie confessed she wanted family and children—she wanted them soon. He knew that was not what he wanted with Carrie. The most incredibly bizarre moment of the whole trip was when Carrie's mom, Susan, waylaid him. Well, he had to admit to himself, she raped me. While searching for a bathroom, he encountered Susan in the hallway and she shoved him into a back bedroom. Susan was taller than Lou and probably weighed as much as he did. With her weight in her very large muskmelon sized 38 DD breasts and hips and ass, she manhandled Lou. He conjectured she could have been a professional woman wrestler with her physique and strength. Equally aroused and shocked at the time, he could now acknowledge, what an experience and I was a willing victim! Or was I just a whore serving her needs? He couldn't decide which. "I try out all of Carrie's lovers and I think you'll make me very happy," Susan explained as she unbuckled his trousers, tugging them and his boxers off. Giving his prick a quick inspection, she sucked on his cock making him stiff and hard. Presenting the back zipper of her sheath, it was obvious she wanted him to unzip it. Lou complied. Shedding the sheath exposed her large white ass. Its size made her waist and hips appear modest. Turning back to face him, she cupped a handful of tit in each hand. "These babies just love to be sucked, nibbled, and touched!" Lou eagerly satisfied her demand. Susan sat on the edge of the bed with her knees up and thighs spread. "You've got a great smile and beautiful teeth. How about using them to make me smile? Oh, by the way, don't worry about Carrie. She knows I try her out her men and she won't interrupt us. We can't spend the whole night at this. I know ... that's a disappointment for me too." Her large pussy with its pink glistening lips matched the size of her hips and ass. Lou supposed that with shaving cream and razor, she had carefully sculpted her bush into a small triangular landing strip that rose towards her belly. On each side of her cunt, she had a thin neatly trimmed bushy edge. It gave Lou an easy target for his hands, mouth, and tongue. She didn't seem interested in extended foreplay and Lou skipped kissing her inner thighs and teasing her clit. He dived straight in. At least, Susan was interested in different kinds of sexual acts; her daughter Carrie was neither interested in foreplay nor variety. The application of his mouth and tongue aided by two fingers thrusting past her pussy lips quickly got Susan oozing sticky juices that covered Lou's face and hand. Her wonderful salty taste and pungent aroma swirled around as he inhaled her scent and swallowed. As he teased her clit with his tongue and stroked with a finger, her clit stiffened into the size and almost the shape of half of a little finger. Such a large woman, he guessed, should have such a magnificent clit. His happy work produced and Susan moaned. "My GOD! You are good at this, really good!" She clamped his head between her thighs and screamed in ecstasy. A squirter, her little prick like clit stood at attention while Susan gushed into his mouth and on to his face. Lou's lust had risen to an intensely painful level. He struggled from out between her thighs and climbed on top of he. "It's my turn now BITCH! You had your fun; I'm making you MINE now!" He mounted her and slammed his cock into her. One, two, three thrusts and he was deep inside. She tilted her pelvis and rocked in time as Lou slammed his hips forward and back. "Oh ... Oh ... Oh," she screamed, "Fill me! Fuck Me! Show me that you can make plenty of babies!" Lou sensed no need to hold back and prolong the intensity of their lovemaking. She wanted it now. He obliged and blasted a large load of cum and sperm into the mother of his date. When he plunged in deep, she clinched him with what was otherwise a loose pussy and held him. He slumped down on her and pumped load after load into her. "That was incredible!" she enthused. "You are quite some stud! You must come back for our Valentine's Day Party. Both Carrie and I will want more of you!" With that she motioned him off her. Lying propped up on her elbows with her thighs spread, her crotch was a creamy, gooey mess. A mixture of his cum and her juices leaked out of her pussy. She gathered a slather of it and offered it to him. With a snigger of self-deceit, Lou supposed it would only be polite to accept a taste and she filled his mouth. After savoring it, he swallowed the mix with a loud gulp. Smirking, she directed him to the bathroom and advised him to clean up before returning to the party. The bedroom was empty when he returned from washing himself. Carrie welcomed him back to the party with no apparent jealously or questions. She did hug him and purred that she just loved his aroma. Lou was sure that scent was a combination of lusty sweat of sex with her mother, her mother's pussy, and his semen. She asked several times if he liked her mom and paused before continuing about him liking his dad, brothers, and other family members. In his hotel room, Carrie was even more eager to fuck, the same old quick missionary style. She fell asleep and the rest of the night smothered him with restless hugging and grabbing. Two MILF’s for Valentine’s Day Lou tried to disguise his haste as he fled to the airport the next day. He lied and promised to call and return, knowing his relationship with Carrie was going nowhere. Her mother, Susan, was a nuclear catastrophe just waiting to go critical and melt-down the life of some poor unsuspecting stud. He would spend Valentine's Day alone before risking destruction in Philadelphia. Susan had been an unbelievable experience, Lou understood, one too dangerous to repeat. His phone rang and distracted him from his book again. He glanced at the cell phone and recognized the number, Oh God, it's Carrie. He answered and was very surprised to find it was Susan, Carrie's mother calling. She was unhappy that he had not yet accepted the invitation to their Valentine's Day Party. "Come on, Lou! Fly out and come to the party!" Susan implored. "Carrie and I need you! We miss you lover boy. Please, how about you fucking both of us at the same time? Wouldn't that be hot!" Lou insisted that he was too busy with work to get away and Susan hung up on him. He tried to get back into the book. Recalling New Year's Eve in Philly had distracted him and he lost his place in the book he was trying to read. He paged through trying to find where he had stopped reading. The New Year's Eve memory and reading sidetracked him from worrying about his mystery woman. His mind was a million miles away ... About nine, his cell phone rang. It was an 'unknown number'. A soft, very pleasant female voice asked to speak with Louis. His heart pounded. The voice on the phone was throaty and sexy; was it his mystery woman? The voice continued, "This is Joan. You gave me your card and I am calling you. I must tell you; I am frightened and apprehensive. I'm married." Lou's head spun. What should he say? What did this mean? He fell back on something safe, what he hoped was a compliment, "Your husband is a lucky man. Does he know how fortunate he is?" No matter how she answered, my mind is stuck. What should I say next? "No ... I don't think he realizes that. It is very flattering and gratifying to hear a man, especially a man like you say that." His facility for words returned and his mind got ahead of his raging hormones, "Can I meet you for a cup of coffee? Is your home or office, eastside, west, wherever? "Ahh ... well ... Yes, I'll meet you for a cup of coffee." "Is your daytime schedule flexible? I'll suggest a place, a convenient public place for you, and we can chat ...I would like to meet you and learn more about you ...and you could find out about me ...You are a very beautiful woman." Lou feared he sounded like a desperate teenager panting out a hundred questions. "Westside, that would be best. Where?" "Westmont Mall Food Court, tomorrow 10 am?" She agreed and Lou sat stunned. Although Lou was quick on his feet and usually had a facile tongue, he ordinarily made personal decisions slowly. Usually he only acted after considerable thought and analysis. This was uncharted territory for him. The next morning was wintery and Lou left for the mall early, arriving about 9:45. He got a cup of coffee and sat very visibly at table in the middle of the almost empty Food Court. Lou had used the time since their previous evenings phone chat to calmly consider what he was doing. He decided that if Joan seemed like a good prospect for a real date during their chat, he would ask her to dinner and see where this encounter might go. At 10 am precisely, Joan walked in, spotted him, and sat down at his table. He stood up and offered his handshake, "I'm Lou and I am very pleased to meet you." Joan took his hand and nodded with a weak smile. He offered to get her a cup of coffee and quickly returned with it. Lou noticed that her hand was warm and soft. He could smell her very subtle perfume. Dressed conservatively and business-like, her appearance was even more beautiful up close. His appraisal of her confirmed what he remembered. About 5'5" tall and with a terrific figure of maybe 34-30-35 and C cup, she looked fit and vital. Even her outfit of skirt, blouse, jacket and modest high-heels revealed she was curvy with mature hips and butt. With this closer look in the well-lit food court, Lou surmised she was older than his earlier estimate of 30-35. Her blonde hair was nicely styled and soft and he was sure that was not its natural color. Sipping coffee they found it was easy to chat. Their initial awkwardness and her nervousness dissipated quickly. It took very little time to cover their basic facts: ages, careers, spouse, children (Terry and Celine for Joan), and education. Lou was very surprised to learn that she was 40 with two kids in college. Lou nodded noncommittally as she described her mostly absent husband and children in college, though he silently celebrated for this meant she had time for Lou. Their conversation moved on to books, favorite activities, movies, and even politics. It was clear that they shared quite a few interests. After an hour of conversation, Lou pushed the envelope of their encounter, "Will you allow me to take you to dinner? What night would be best for you?" Joan peered pensively into Lou's eyes and in his mind he could hear a clock ticking as the seconds, or was it minutes and hours passing? Lou had held his breath and finally, "Yes, I would love to have dinner with you. If you let me invite you for dinner at my house, I would be more comfortable. I often have business associates in for meetings at night and I would feel conspicuous at a restaurant. Can you come on Friday? Bring white wine. You like fish? My business card has my address and contact info." "Yes! I would be delighted!" Joan's assessment of their conversation closely matched Lou's. His hand was warm and his aroma was masculine. He was very handsome and had a confident, mature air, though he was clearly not cocky or aggressive. God! He is so exciting, she told herself, actually shivered and trembled as I tried not to pant and display my arousal. She felt like an impressionable teenage girl while chatting with Lou over coffee. She concentrated so she wouldn't titter or giggle when he made one of his funny comments. Underneath a calm, pleasant, and happy demeanor, she also recognized that he had some strength in his character. He didn't seem a frivolous man. Joan estimated Lou at about 6 foot and 180 pounds or so. Lou admitted to her that he had gained weight since his track career. With such a trim waist and butt, Joan assumed the new weight must be in his chest, shoulders, and legs. His face was not Hollywood quality, but she considered him a very good looking package. Joan feared that he would react negatively when she disclosed her age. She knew she looked younger than 40. A man like Lou could have women much younger than her. Lou's looks and personality strongly attracted her and filled her with lust, she had to acknowledge. Only after their conversation did both realize Friday was the first weekend night after Valentine's Day. For many, it was the most romantic night of the year. Lou was in heaven for the next few days; he was having dinner with a gorgeous woman. Second thoughts gripped Joan. My god, I'm a married woman. I have two children in college. Maybe I should be content with loneliness. Just grin and bear it? Wasn't this wrong and unfair to her husband? Of course, when she discussed this with Sally, she labelled Joan's emotions as just silly anxiety and guilt. She confessed to Joan that she had found out that their husbands had cheated on them dozens of times while they traveled abroad on business. "I kept this secret from you because I didn't want to hurt your marriage and your kids." Joan replied sadly, "It's not news to me. I've known for some time, and his cheating doesn't justify what I do right or wrong." To give herself a safety net, Joan invited Sally to her dinner with Lou. Sally accepted. Depending on how comfortable Joan felt as the evening progressed, Sally could stay or leave. Neither had any plans for Valentine's Day and this, at least, gave them something to which they could look forward. For Sally, this was a real victory; she would vamp up and be prepared to seduce Lou. Joan would have to fend for herself. Sally had seen the goods. Joan had validated him. Sally wanted to try him out. At some point every evening until his much anticipated dinner, Lou found himself in his easy chair with his cock out and whacking off. With an imagined vision of Joan's large, white breasts and naked body in his mind, it was short work for him to climax and blast a thick rope of his cum out of his cock. It wasn't as anywhere near as good as fucking a real woman, still he delighted in shooting thick ropes of cum in an arc to fall and splatter. He knew that cleaning this up was easier than changing the bed sheets every day because of wet dreams during the night. Just hours before he planned to leave for his dinner with Joan, Lou got an email from her explaining that Sally would be at dinner too. Joan just felt too vulnerable and conflicted for a dinner for just the two of them alone. "I understand," Lou lied and emailed back that he would be pleased to have dinner with the both of them. Resigned to Joan's anxieties, Lou realized that a Valentine's Day dinner with two beautiful women was far from a disaster. Sally arrived early wearing four-inch high-heels and in a tight red sheath that exposed considerable cleavage and her womanly curves. The two women sipped more than one glass of vodka and discussed the upcoming dinner. Finishing her make-up in her ratty bathrobe, Joan scanned Sally's outfit. Immediately changing her mind about what outfit she would wear for Lou, she chose a light gray cocktail dress with a halter top and cut very low in the back. She found stuff she had bought in a futile attempt to excite her husband and had never worn: a black thong with matching push-up bra, garter belt, and dark stockings. Three-inch high-heels completed her ensemble. Her attitude now told herself was, Lou is my man! Hands off Sally! To celebrate Valentine's Day, Lou had ordered a dozen red roses earlier and it was easy to have them packaged in two boxes of six for presentation to each woman. He picked up two boxes of expensive chocolates driving to Joan's house. Four bottles of different white wines, he hoped, would insure there was enough wine and one kind that would please each woman. He dithered over what to wear before settling on slacks, tattersall checked shirt, and sport coat. He had never been invited to a woman's home for dinner and wasn't sure what the dress code was. Even though it was after Valentine's Day, the greeting card shop was a mob scene and it took some time for him to find two different "Be My Valentine!" cards that seemed equally sentimental. With his jaw gaping and unable to speak, Lou was astonished at the two very sexy and gorgeous women greeting him at the door. Joan assured him that the baked parmesan encrusted cod and salad could be finished in about 5 minutes whenever they were ready to eat; would he like a drink or glass of wine? Sure he would enjoy a glass of wine; any from those he brought would be fine. Both women gushed over the roses and chocolate he brought each of them. Each dragged him away from the other and kissed him to thank him for the flowers, chocolate, and card. They both eagerly agreed to be his Valentine. Sally used her hand to display the little red Valentine hearts that dangled from her pierced ears. She pressed a candy heart into his hand and whispered that it represented her affection for him and she wanted to show him her real heart later. Joan gave him a suggestive card that played a recording of Mae West's famous line: "Why don't you come up sometime and see me?" and signed "with great anticipation, Joan". Sally chimed in, "Sit next to me on the sofa and let's get acquainted!" Immediately, Joan called Lou to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. He got apprehensive that the two would whipsaw him demanding his exclusive attention. Sally glided into the kitchen as Lou opened the wine. She exuded lust and desire. God, Lou exulted to himself, if I survive, this could be an evening I will never forget. I have certainly been the object of affection from a woman, yet never the prize for which two extremely hot looking women competed. Lou spied an open bottle of vodka and two empty lipstick marked glasses; the ladies had been drinking before he got here. With a glass of wine, he settled on the sofa between Joan and Sally. Meeting Sally, a new friend, required that Lou give her attention and exchange life stories with her. Joan and Sally had met as college sophomores and had been best friends since. Another friend had arranged blind dates with guys that were now their husbands. Over the years as close friends, they had shared childbirths, managed child-rearing, and endured marriages without passion and affection. Their husbands brought home large incomes and they had indulged themselves with shopping, spas, and mini-vacations together. Especially when their husbands traveled (which was most of the time), they spent large amounts of time together. In many ways, Sally and Joan were old, affectionate couple who knew each other's rhythms and understood each other's psyches. Joan insured that Sally didn't dominate Lou's attention and demanded that she be included in the conversation. The two glared at each other several times. Lou was enchanted. Having these two particularly personable, bright, and dazzling women compete for him left him mesmerized. Sally was taller and sturdier than Joan. Her low cut, tight red dress displayed, what Lou guesstimated, were her 36 C boobs. The dress's deep cleavage revealed her breasts almost to their areolas. With her bolder, brassy personality, she brayed with raucous laughter and her full round moon breasts shook. The hem of her dress hiked up to mid-thigh and exposed the top of her thigh-high stay-up stockings. When she leaned forward, he caught glimpses of her large areolas and rising nipples. She caught him gawking and she grinned with pleasure. Joan also caught him looking at Sally's barely contained titties. She arched her back and displayed her enticing breasts, trying to shift Lou's focus back to her. Lou worried that he might wake tomorrow with a broken neck if truce were not declared between the two. Joan and Sally held each of his hands, gave him intimate caresses, and succeeded in arousing him to the point where his stiff, hardening prick embarrassed him. They both observed his arousal and both brushed his cock several times. His wine glass was never empty for one or the other was dashing off to refill his glass. Livid over Sally's behavior, Joan fumed to herself, how could Sally do this to me? She's my best friend! I attracted Lou first and he is chasing me! For her part, Sally discerned that Joan was getting upset about her pursuing Lou. Sally mused to herself, Maybe I should relax and give Joan a chance. The evening isn't over and who knows what how things would turn out ... Returning after relaxing his stiff cock limp enough for him to relieve his full bladder, Lou heard Joan declare to Sally that it was time to eat. Ah ... dinner and maybe a truce, Lou sighed to himself in relief. Joan pleaded for Sally to help with the last-minute preparations and Lou offered to help. He followed the two women into the kitchen. The view for Lou was heavenly as he followed the two pear shaped asses as they sashayed gracefully in their high-heels into the kitchen. Lou demurred on more wine and savored a very delicious dinner. The conversation became more light-hearted and competition eased during dinner. Lou enjoyed hearing about their long friendship and laughed heartily when they described how navigating the group of admiring men had thrilled the women at the luncheon. He confessed that watching the women parade through had thrilled him too. Sally had brought a tasty cherry, chocolate cheesecake for dessert. The two had hearty appetites and matched Lou in their enjoyment of the dinner. With dinner completed and brandy offered in the living room, Lou wondered, where is this going? Sally was perhaps a bit tipsier than Joan from the vodka, wine, and now brandy. Lou had hung his sport coat on an adjacent chair back and switched on Joan's stereo. Warm jazz flooded the room. Sally clicked off all but two soft lamps at opposite ends of the room. With a quick snap of a fire starter, Joan ignited the gas log fireplace. Although not drunk, Lou was pleasantly relaxed from the alcohol and great meal. It was an incredibly romantic setting for Valentine's Day, and he was with two women who had both enthusiastically agreed to be his Valentine. He sat back on the sofa with Sally on one side and Joan on the other. They all giggled and the two women snuggled tightly with Lou. Lou sensed both women were amorous. He was aroused, though not urgent and frantic for sex yet. He relished his close physical contact with the two and reveled in the romantic kisses and caresses they showered on him. What they whispered in each ear certainly excited him. Vodka and competition over him seemed to be freeing the two of their inhibitions. Sally and Joan also relaxed. The intense jealously dissipated; they didn't seem to mind that the other was just a foot or so away kissing, nibbling, and fondling Lou. Each could hear the other murmuring to Lou that they wanted him, wanted him to fuck them, wanted his cock in their pussy. Lou was starting to sweat and saw that both women's skin was developing a glistening sheen as their excitement increased. Lou couldn't imagine that Joan and Sally did not smell the same aroma of sweat and arousal that he inhaled and which floated around the three of them like their own little atmosphere. Sally and Joan had never been in a situation anything like this. They had lived staid married lives for many years. Their behavior shocked each of them as much as it awakened hunger and yearning in each of them, feelings that they had not experienced in many years. Also, as much as Lou aroused their lust and ardor in Joan and Sally, the presence of the other woman's raw sexual energy so close and so transparent also provoked their libidos. It was crazy, they both knew, still all these emotions were exceedingly exciting. Joan peeked around Lou and saw a hot, lusty woman, her best friend Sally. Seeing Sally in this new light caused Joan's loins to tremble and tingle. Gazing back into Joan's eyes, a longing ache stirred Sally's breasts and pussy. They both didn't know how to interpret these feelings. These emotions just felt nice, they both knew. It was a deep, plush sofa and Lou leaned forward to shift his posture just as each woman leaned forward, eyes closed, to kiss and tongue Lou's ear or side of his face. Instead, Sally and Joan kissed each other, lips to lips. Their tongue touched and intertwined. Hearing a muffled gasp, Lou twisted and glimpsed them in mid-kiss. Far from being disgusted, their kiss was very erotic and very exciting. Sally snickered as they separated their lips. When Sally grabbed Joan and drew her back to her lips, Joan was stunned. Joan hesitated a moment or two and then aggressively returned Sally's kisses. Lou wondered, are there elements of repressed attraction and desire in their long and close friendship? Lou pushed back between them and the three kissed and tongued. Three pairs of hands searched, fondled, and groped two sets of boobs and a prick. Lou stood up and started to disrobe. Joan unzipped and unbuckled while Sally yanked his clothing off. Once Lou was naked before them, Joan gazed into Sally's eyes and an unspoken decision was made. They eased Lou to the sofa and stood up in front of him. Two MILF’s for Valentine’s Day Both women gazed in admiration at Lou's nakedness. The only naked man that Sally and Joan had been near in years was their husbands as they passed in the bathroom or bedroom. These men focused on traveling and business and didn't worry much about their self-images. Sally found that Lou's substantial chest and arms matched Joan's description. The dirty blondish/brown hair on his chest, legs, and crotch matched his wavy, curly haircut. His blue eyes sparkled. A substantial ball sack hung from his stiffening cock. His grin was cocky too. For Sally and Joan, he was beautiful. Naked, he intensified their desire for each of them to possess him. Looking at Sally, Joan announced in a soft, seductive voice, "Let's put on show for Lou." With his cock rigid and bobbing, he gazed expectantly at them. The two women embraced in front of him. Joan held Sally's head gently in her hands and smiled, "Together ... tonight ... let's share Lou tonight." She turned to Lou, "Fuck both of us, Sally and me." Addressing both of them Sally added, "This does feel right. It excites me, but I am still scared about it!" Joan smiled back, "Sally, we've blocked these emotions for years, I guess. It's time to live them!" She reached down and fondled Lou's stiff prick, "You with us, Lou?" Alcohol, years of sexual neglect, and repressed desires freed the two women of any inhibitions. With a huge smile on his face, "Joan ...Sally ...You are the two most exciting women in the world and I want to make tonight the most exciting one of our lives! Be my Valentines'!" Giggling and as best as two forty something women could do, Sally and Joan performed an erotic striptease for Lou, and for each other. Although it didn't take long for each to shed their dress, there were considerable pauses for kissing, tonguing, and caressing. They didn't neglect Lou either. Both, and especially Joan, broke away from their dance to kiss and caress him. Once down to panties or thong, garter belt with hose, stay-up thigh-high stockings, and bras, the two stopped and Sally demanded, "How do we look? What do you think?" They preened, bending over and shaking their breasts in his face. Turning, they backed into him, bent over, and rubbed their butts in his face. With arms around each other, hips cocked, and hands on their waists, Sally repeated their demand for his appraisal, with a little insecurity in her voice. "I've been with a lot of good looking women before, girls really," realizing to himself that he exaggerated and lied some. "You two, Joan and Sally ... you blow my mind! You're the real deal! Large beautiful breasts, round firm asses, smooth white skin, beautiful faces, and real women's hips. You two just ooze sex and desire. Since I walked in the door, you've kept my cock stiff as a pole. You both attracted me the other day and I'm learning that it just wasn't merely superficial attraction." Lou wasn't embellishing his ardor for the two or his opinion of their beauty, just his worldliness with women. "My surprise is that you two are so hot about each other ... Well, that just excites me more! I want share in your love and fuck ... both of you! "Do you like me? Do you want me?" He revealed the insecurity of a young man faced with two such sexually desirable and powerful women. Sally answered by dropping to her knees between Lou's thighs. She tenderly put Lou's cock into her mouth. Glancing up into his eyes, she began what she hoped was the best blow-job Lou would ever experience. She thoroughly licked the length of Lou's prick. Its imperfections and veins tickled her tongue and made her shiver. Gripping and squeezing his balls softly, she sucked on his purple, knobby end of his cock. Remembering long dormant skills, she sucked and swallowed him deeply down her throat. Joan plopped on the sofa and pressed herself into Lou. She smooched and necked with him. Requesting help with removing her bra, she arched her back and offered her round, full breasts to Lou. "I call these best friends my 'boobs,'" she purred. "I want them to become my 'best friends' too," Lou replied and he explored each boob with his hands. Lovingly he teased each nipple, tweaking and rolling them with a finger and thumb. He gave each nipple a long and caring suck, emitting loud slurps. "Oh god, I love that, don't stop!" Joan moaned. Lou was trying to give Joan and her breasts his full attention. With Sally's wonderful blow-job, his attention wandered back and forth between Joan and Sally. Suddenly, Joan startled. Needing more lubrication for Lou's blow-job, Sally had grabbed the front fabric swatch of Joan's thong and yanked it off her. Stroking Joan's pussy, she gathered a handful of sticky pussy juices and slathered it on Lou's cock. Sally sucked hard on knob and used her hands to pump up and down on his cock. Lou's eyes were closed and the strong smell of his sweat and two slick and oozing pussies made him dizzy with lust. "Jesusss ... aww ... oohhh," Joan panted. Lou pleasuring his new best friends--Joan's boobs-- and Sally briefly stroking Joan's pussy skyrocketed her to her first orgasm in many years not at her own hands. Joan crushed Lou in her embrace. She trembled with each spasm of her cunt as the skyrockets in her mind burst in spectacular colors across an imaginary sky. Joan's frenzy compelled Sally into more effort on Lou's cock. With her hands covered in creamy goo stained Valentine' Day pink from her lipstick, she stroked faster. She sucked more forcefully with her month. Lou uttered a primal guttural scream and blew his wad. Her pumping and sucking, Sally realized, had turned Lou's eight inch cock into a virtual fire hose. Straining her eyes up, she could see his face etched in rapture and heard his scream. She grasped his cock tightly as it pumped and pumped cum into her mouth. Sally savored his taste and swallowed his cum. With a squeal of triumph, she removed his prick from her mouth and let his last two ejaculations splash on her face and chest. Slumped against Lou, she could see Joan panting and damp with sweat. God Damn, she sighed to herself, we're ecstasy together! Sally climbed on to the sofa and snuggled on the other side of Lou. Lou and Joan were still embracing and obviously recovering. Sally understood that she would have to wait for a few minutes for her turn. She used the time to free her breasts from her bra and strip her panties off. They were skimpy, stretchy red with white Valentine hearts all over them. She lifted her damp panties to her nose. Her deep breath filled her nostrils with her aroused aroma. Her need for relief was urgent and remaining patient made her tremble. Indulging in sex so near Joan triggered a memory for Sally from decades ago when at a drive-in movie, when Joan had fucked a guy in the front seat while Sally screwed in the back seat. They were long forgotten boys and this was much better. Once Lou and Joan seemed to be recovering, Sally led them by the hand into Joan's master bedroom. "I've been a good girl and patient. I want to be the center of attention now," was her hesitant plea. Lou marveled; these two are fucking hot and lusty and still can somehow control their emotions. "This is my show now, ladies!" and Lou ordered Sally to sit on the edge of the bed and for Joan to climb behind her. "That's it. Scoot up behind Sally and spread your legs around her," he directed Joan. "Sally's right; it's her time to be queen now and the first thing I'm gonna do is worship her!" Sally was more that eager to participate in Lou's charade. "Joan, get her majesty ready," and he pulled Joan's hands to cup Sally's breasts. He motioned Joan to heft each breast; "do you have a nickname for these round, full beauties?" Lou observed that they were indeed gorgeous. D cup 36's, Lou deduced, with upturned long nipples that were now peaked. He rubbed each nipple and supped on them. Her luscious, fleshy breasts sagged with age and child-bearing. Still, they incited Lou's lust to an excruciatingly intense level. He kissed and sucked briefly on Joan's fingers as they caressed Sally's breasts. "Only my closest friends get to call them 'titties' and make them happy," she sniggered. "Ok, Joan you make friends with these wonderful titties, and I'll worship our queen!" Lou got to his knees and spread Sally's thighs. "Does this come with being your Valentine?" Sally asked coyly. "Yup! Part of the package you ordered." And Lou started massaging her thighs. With his teeth, he stripped her stay-up stockings down her leg one at a time. Getting purchase on the thin stocking with his mouth required Lou to nip and gnaw Sally's thighs. Once his mouth had gotten each stocking down to her knees with his mouth, he pulled them off with his hands. Moving both hands high on an inner thigh, he slowly stroked and ran his tongue up and down it. Each stroke of his hand and each lick of his tongue climbed higher and higher towards her crotch. Lou tasted the sticky streams of pussy juices that were dripping out of her pussy down her inner thighs. Confined between her thighs, her pungent and strong smell filled Lou's nose. Sally squirmed and voiced unintelligible sounds, ones that telegraphed her increasing arousal as each movement of his hands and tongue got nearer and nearer to her pussy. Lou looked up and observed Joan's hands busy pleasuring Sally's titties. Joan was showing obvious enthusiasm in kissing and tonguing Sally's neck and ears. Lou kept teasing Sally's thighs, yet couldn't help but also stare up at Joan. She was reaching behind Sally and between her own legs. Apparently dipping a finger or two in her cunt, she then offered them to Sally who fervently slurped on Joan's gooey fingers. Joan held each goo-covered finger to Sally's lips. She licked each tenderly and then eagerly sucked several times on each before moving to the next finger. Sally had her eyes closed and a dreamy look on her face. Joan was intent and animated in her focus on her fingers and Sally's mouth. Lou had never seen two women love each other like this and it excited him immensely. Lou resumed his concentration on worshipping at his queen's pussy. The folds of her vulva were large and bare. She had shaved them and her juices were smeared all over her tummy and crotch. His hands stroked the lips of her pink, glistening pussy. He tormented Sally by brief caressing her clit with a finger and with slow and short thrusts of two fingers past the slick, gooey lips of her labia. Finally he lost any restraint and furiously sucked on her clit and plunged his fingers in and out of her vagina. BOOM!!! BOOM!!! In Sally's mind, a volcano erupted and she climaxed roaring, "Lou ... Louie ... my Louie!!" She crushed his head between her thighs, bucking and rocking her pelvis. With his mouth tight on her pussy gushing cunt juices, Lou slurped and sucked. It seemed to Sally that she was venting hot lava through her pussy and into Lou's mouth. Her nerve endings burned and she imagined steam was rising from her pussy. Lou couldn't see Joan as she clutched Sally and mashed her mouth on the side of Sally's neck. Sally whimpered as her climax subsided. Sally had collapsed back on the bed and Lou crawled up between her and Joan. Sweaty and panting, the two women snuggled Lou. After a few minutes of enjoying Sally's and Joan's warmth, Lou padded down the hall back to the kitchen. He grabbed the water pitcher from the counter and guzzled a long drink directly from the pitcher. Closing his eyes and swallowing, I'm so thirsty and the cold water is so refreshing. He refilled the pitcher and carried it back to the bedroom. "Here, have some," he offered the women. Both swigged long draughts from the pitcher. What an incredible sexy sight, he thought, as each woman lifted the pitcher to their mouths. Watered sloshed past their lips and trickled down their throat and breasts. He sat the pitcher on the nightstand and crawled back onto the bed between them. Rolling on his back, he placed his hands behind his head and luxuriated in the afterglow of this incredible sex and Joan and Sally's affection. With a shit-eating grin on his face, he audibly sighed. Spooned into Lou, Sally's musings were, I'm in heaven. Lou is caring and such a great lover ... and Joan and I have discovered mutual lust! Wow! Typical for Joan, she always enjoyed herself during her moments of spontaneity and enthusiasm. But she often had to be cajoled to let go and sometimes had second thoughts after the good times. Lou has been the most exhilarating thing in my life in many years and he is a sweet, loving guy. And I am very attracted to him ... am I being evil ... or just naughty? Reflecting, she decided for at least now, I am going with naughty. I'm just too damn horny and Lou turns me on so much. "Is our Lou a happy guy? Are you enjoying your Valentine's Day?" Sally chuckled. "I am, very much," and drawing each woman closer to him he signaled he wanted more. He decided that Joan's boobs needed him. Lou slouched against the headboard and pulled Joan across his lap. She had to push his stiffening cock down to swing her legs astride him and sit. Cupping a boob in each hand, he examined them closely. She sagged less than Sally's and her large white melons probably were 34C's. Her small and dark areolas were mottled with bumps and ridges. Thumbing and rubbing her large nipples caused them to stiffen and expand. As he sucked on Joan's nipple, he twisted his head and peered into her face, seeing her beaming smile and dreamy look. She was bowing her shoulders back and offering her boobs for adoration it seemed to Lou. "Oh yes!" murmured Joan, "you are making me very happy for Valentine's Day." Lou's cock had risen to its full height and Joan tenderly gripped it in both hands. Releasing his hold on one of her boobs, he started playing with her pussy. He continued to suck, nibble, rub, and massage her other breast. Her full, round, and creamy white boobs (as she liked to call them) were magnificent. He loved how they swayed and jostled as the bed bounced with their movement. He slowly stroked her pussy lips. He had to maneuver his fingers through her thick bush. Its edges were neat and trimmed. He discovered that her natural hair color was brunette, not the blonde on her head. Spreading the folds of her pussy apart, her pink inner lips peeked through. Her pussy oozed gooey gobs of her juices. Sitting astride him, her robust, slightly pungent odor wafted up to his nose. Reading his mind, Joan moved one hand from his cock and swiped her fingers through her pussy as he spread its folds. "Taste me," and she slathered it on his tongue and lips. Its flavorful taste and her smell filling Lou's nostrils started that ache in his balls and cock telling him it was time to fuck. Very much in sync with him, Joan lifted her hips and impaled herself on Lou's cock. She was tight and it took four grunts and drops of her hips to get him fully in her. Lou then realized that Sally had been next to them during their foreplay. She had been busy caressing and kissing both of them. She had been shifting around and rubbing her breasts on both of them as she was busy with her mouth. Lou noticed, but his focus was on Joan. Lou looked into Joan's eyes and imagined that he could see her beautiful, sexy soul. She stared right back and silently nodded her assent that this was ecstasy. Joan rose up and down using her knees and thighs as Lou rocked his hips. He hugged her loosely and used his hands on her to guide their rhythm. She used her hands to touch and fondle his chest, his face, everywhere she could touch. They steadily fucked as their ardor grew stronger and stronger. He felt Joan getting warmer and warmer under his hands and growing slick with sweat. His cock seemed like a hot, greasy poker that sent a searing burn right to her brain every time he plunged deep in her vagina. Lou was huffing and getting very hot. He was starting to drip sweat. Lou exploded first, shooting a blast of cum into Joan just as he was as deep as he could go in her. He muscled her down against his cock, keeping himself deep in her. She moaned and writhed which intensified Lou's orgasm. Feeling each pulse of his prick inside her vagina and picturing Lou filling her with his cum ignited Joan's climax. She ground her pussy on his cock. Little earthquakes shook her far inside her abdomen. Her pussy spasmed on Lou's prick. She squeezed her vagina to milk every last drop from Lou's cock. Aftershocks pulsed flashes of energy to her nerve endings, slowly dissipating. Joan and Lou clung to each other and expressed cries, moans, and screams that communicated "oh my god!" but voiced nothing recognizable. Lou slumped back against the headboard holding Joan against him. "What a show ... what a performance! I'm putting you two in the erotic movie business! We'll make a bundle," Sally marveled. "It was like watching a really good erotic movie, much more a love story than porn," she explained. Declaring, "You two astound me," she clapped and hooted her enthusiastic appreciation. Embarrassed, Joan told Lou that Sally was being Sally. Joan professed to Lou, "That was real; your love-making moved my being. I've never experienced anything like that ever before." Lou was self-conscious too. It had been incredible for him and he really didn't know how to process his feelings or categorize what had happened. To stop Sally's further aggravation of his and Joan's awkwardness, Lou slouched down on the bed and gathered each woman in an arm. Spent, he snuggled each one. They all were damp with sweat and he pulled a cover over them. Joan spooned him on one side and Sally cuddled on the other. They fell asleep. Needing to piss, Lou woke up around 4 am. After relieving himself and as he climbed back under the covers between Joan and Sally, he experienced a 'morning woody.' Snuggling up against Sally's back, he felt her wriggle her ass up against his engorged and rigid cock. Sleepily, Sally twisted her head around. Realizing what was poking her in the ass, she grinned welcomingly, nodding her assent. Reaching between her legs, Sally fondled Lou's prick. She drew his cock between her legs and rubbed its knobby end up and down the lips of her pussy. From his earlier feast at her pussy, Lou could picture the pink, glistening folds of her cunt as she easily slid his cock over the lips of her still lubricated pussy. Lou scooted forward and Sally slipped his cock into herself. She rocked her pelvis and Lou thrust his forward. Once, twice, and three times they grunted and pushed against it other to get Lou's swollen, stiff member speared into her. As they synchronized their hips, moving his cock in and out of her, Lou kissed and nibbled her back. Every time he took a bite of her flesh, she jerked her hips and ass, pushing him very deep inside here. Sally whimpered, "Oh...Oh...Oh!" each time Lou nipped her. He marked her upper back with a dozen or more red bite marks. He could hear the yearning in her voice, "Take me! Lou...fuck me deeper...harder!" Their activity and voices awakened Joan. Joining in, she conformed her body closely to Lou's. Her hands caressed Lou and she kissed the back of his neck and upper back. In Lou's ear, she murmured, "Fuck her! Lou. Fuck her!" Every time Lou thrust into Sally, Joan flexed her hips forward, grunting and adding to the force of Lou's cock plunging into Sally. Lou sensed Joan's one hand straying between her legs and pleasuring herself. Merging their arousal, the three's lustful efforts increased. Just a moment apart, Sally first, then Joan, and finally Lou, all climaxed. In a symphony of ecstasy, "Aaggh!" "Oh My God!" "Fuucckk!" echoed in the bedroom as the electric charges of all of them cumming snapped and buzzed their nerve endings. They panted and crushed their bodies, slick with sweat, together. Two MILF’s for Valentine’s Day Utterly relaxed in a cocoon of the two women, Lou was very warm and comfortable. He moved his hands under his pillow and fell back asleep. The next thing Lou knew, the sun was shining in a bedroom window. Two women were whispering in the room--Joan and Sally? He opened his eyes and managed a good morning greeting. "Lou, I gotta run. It was some Valentine's Day date; I'll never forget it! Let's catch up later." With that Sally dashed out. Joan was in a demure nightgown. "Coffee is ready in the kitchen. Here's a robe." Ill at ease, Joan touched the seam of her gown, "Not so sexy anymore ... hmm ... My husband never really looks at me anymore and I didn't think I had any need to look nice for anyone in the morning." She laughed nervously," You should see my ratty robe." He used the bathroom and washed up with a wash cloth, soap, and water. The house was warm and Lou just put his boxers back on. Lou followed her into the kitchen. He observed what he had not really perceived last night. Her house was large and very nicely decorated. Out the window, he could see a lot of lawn, big garage, and a pool with a pool house. He sat at the kitchen table and accepted a cup of coffee. Trying light conversation, he got one word responses. Joan stayed at the counter with her back to him, apparently preparing a light breakfast or something. Getting up, Lou walked over to Joan and from behind he put his arms around her, "Are you ok?" "No, I'm not," she sobbed. "Last night was so exciting and you are so loving ... and I've screwed up my life ... created unreasonable expectations for you ..." "Hey, I'm not going to make any demands. I came on to you. You didn't chase me. As much as I don't want to, I'll walk away. I'll regret it and even lament it. You're wonderful. I won't screw up your life. It's no good, if it's not right for you." Lou was sad; what a wonderful woman and what a fantastic night. Lou also knew he had lied, I want this woman, but I won't get her by demanding she screw up her life and ignore her best judgments. "That's the problem. I don't want end this. All my husband gives me is money, money I could live without. I want affection, attention ... I want you! I want you to fuck me again ... and then again!" Lou took her face in his hands and kissed her fiercely. He tongued her and explored her mouth. Joan eagerly responded with her hands and mouth. He wanted her naked, right now. Lifting her by the waist, he turned and carried her to the table. Taking her chin his hand, he peered directly into her eyes, "If you let me take you now, I won't stop. I'll take you whenever I want!" Easing her to the table top, he pulled her granny nightgown off. With a tug, Joan stripped him of his boxers. Holding her with one arm, he licked and kissed from her crotch to her neck. He teased each already engorged nipple with his thumb and fingers before sucking on them. His fingers in her slick pussy confirmed the smell in his nose from her cunt; she's ready for me. Lou was desperate with hunger and lust for this woman. I gotta get my cock into her now or I'm gonna explode! Equally frantic in her desire for him, Joan positioned her hips on the edge of the table. She held on to Lou's hands and leaned back with her thighs spread, open herself for him to enter her. Joan whimpered and jerked her hips forward signally Lou of her urgent need for him. Even his slight pause to admire how wanton and lustful she looked prompted Joan to cry, "Put it in me! Now!" Aiming his cock with his hand, Lou shifted his hips. Her pussy oozed and glistened with thick juices and he positioned his prick between its lips. Grunting, he thrust forward. One, two, three times he shoved and his whole eight inches was fully in her. He wasn't gentle. Demanding and adamant, Joan cried, "Fuck me. FUCK ME! Lou, Fill my cunt!" Joan placed one ankle over his shoulder and the other foot on the edge of the table. She harmonized the rocking of her hips with the slam of his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her. As she lifted her head, his stare captured her. His gaze penetrated directly into her soul and sought to dominate her. He was so warm, so satisfying, and so exciting; she gladly surrendered to him. "Remember Bitch, you're mine now. I'm taking you whenever I want!" And Lou erupted, spewing his load of cum and sperm into her. "Oh Lou, take me! Do me! Fuck Me!" Joan shrieked as she climaxed. It was not like their long loving climb to the crescendo of last night. It was quick and rough. It was what they both wanted that morning. Satiated for the moment, Lou and Joan sat together on the sofa in the other room. They hugged and snuggled. Joan made sure that Lou was aware of her husband's home schedule over the next weeks. Her kids, she said, were not due home for at least another month. They agreed via email to exchange their schedules for the next few weeks. Beyond this, they avoided talk of any future. Making a vow not to contact each other for a few days, they would allow time to pass so more reasoned emotions could guide their decisions. As soon as he got in his car to leave, Lou couldn't restrain his impulses. He called her on his cell phone, breaking his vow not to call. When Joan answered, he announced, "I am really good at stir fry. How about seven pm for dinner at my place tonight?" Joan accepted his invitation.