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Meeting Roe

By: roesgirl



I had just moved into my neighborhood. Didn't know a soul. In the mornings I would be at work. At night, I'd come home. Sit in bed and chat on the puter. 

I confess to being a geek. Online chat is a lot better than spending all evening with an idiot, worrying if he'll try to kiss you. Besides, I was getting tired of the men my age. So childish. I wanted someone more level-headed. And so the search had been going on frantically for five years, to no avail.

I had broken up with my ex. That's how he got to be my ex, right? Well, the breaking up had involved a lot of growing up too. I learnt, men like diversity. They like butts, boobs and ass. And they didn't like prudes. 

I wasn't ready to be any man's slut. Maybe someone's. But not anyone's. 

Though I desired to be a sexual goddess to one man, I doubted if he existed, and I had no desire to tell any man I that had these desires. When the right man came along he would know. Right? 

So, there I was. The laughing-stock of all my friends who couldn't understand why I was waiting for the "right man" at my age. Not making an effort to date really. Retreating fast, if the man was anything other than "sex-worthy".

And then, something funny happened. I was online. Bored shitless. Eating corn chips and salsa. Flipping the goddamn channels. And then there was an instant message.

He was 52. Well, I wasn't surprised. I was avoiding the 30s and 40s rooms. Too many bots there, not to mention the immature men. I was not overly excited by them, nor was I expecting anything interesting, other than, perhaps, chat. The 50s rooms were a far improved version of the meat market. Far fewer "ASL Smart Alecks", trying to ask for your cam or requesting a pic, in the very second line. 

Roe, this guy, was sweet, however. Not that I didn't meet sweet men. I met plenty. But somehow he felt sweeter. And less smart-alecky. And he certainly didn't push anything on me. 

We talked a few days. About nothing really. What we liked to do. Small shit. But it was his laid-back nature that really got me thinking.

In any case, Valentine's day came and went. I got flowers from my ex. And I never got them while we were a couple. Wasn't sure why. Maybe he was trying to get me back. Maybe he was feeling bad for dumping me in the middle of our 3rd year of marriage. Maybe he wanted to tell me we could be friends...even though he was banging every woman in town.

The roses were pretty. I re-arranged the bouquet. Threw out the leaves. It looked better without all the date-palm leaves. And the note.

What can I say? I like simplicity.

All this, while Roe and I are still chatting online, though he's not making a move and I'm wondering why he's being so hands-off. Could it be our age difference? Do I seem too daft to be attractive? 

I would have done nothing about it, too. The last time I had been forward on chat the man had thrown a tantrum about it. Accusing me that I couldn't possibly be having serious thoughts on the Internet. No! Why would anyone want to have serious thoughts?? The Internet was for porn and cybering? Right? God forbid people should connect or fall in love! No real face to face meetings had to be the only way one could make irrational choices in life...

Well, anyway, it didn't work out. Sometimes I think it's because I was too proper. Maybe I should have cybered. But that's ok. I lost interest too.

I never cybered in the last five years I was online. Though sometimes, with the first guy, I had wanted physical sex. Never said it, though. Why should I put myself through another lecture? Right?

Well, finally, that day after Valentine's day, I kind of lost it. My body is going through a hormone overload lately. And then there was the extended celibacy. What can I say? I gave in. Especially, since I got to see Roe.

I wanted to see him. Just clothed, you know. Just clothed...But something about his sweet laid-back nature made me bold. I could feel comfortable with him. Very.

Roe obliged. He went on cam. And next thing you know I couldn't focus my eyes.

He was a sex bomb. For a 52yr old man he looked 40; at most 45. I wasted no time to tell him what I thought. Just seeing him made me so damn....ready.

Oh ok! I'll say it. I wanted to rip his shirt off, push him on the bed, and make sweet love to him. Forever...

So while he was chatting with me, fully clothed, I was thinking about how it would be to sit on his lap, kiss him on his mouth, rub his back, hmm...ok...his ass...until he came. I wanted so much to make love to him. It was making me nuts.

Bravely, I told him that I found him to be completely fuckable. He laughed. I thought for a minute he had been offended by my forwardness, but then, he did not seem to get angry. Especially, with our age difference.

It didn't change the way I felt, however. I found myself going delirious the very moment he went on cam, as though I could see through his clothes. As though we were necking like hungry animals. Finally, he made the move. Told me it was on his mind, too.  

I can't go into the details. But let's just say, we talked about sex, and it was really worth the wait.

Meeting Ron's Brother



A few weeks back I was invited to go on a short break to visit Ron. 

He had been on the phone to Frank and had mentioned the idea of me paying him a visit and asked if I would consider it.

After much chatting and deliberating it was decided that I would go down to Dorset for a visit for a long weekend, Friday to Monday.

I made the travel arrangements and booked a train journey for myself to Edinburgh and then I had a flight to catch to get to Bournemouth.

As far as Ron was concerned I had lied to Mike about going away with a friend for the weekend.

Ron still is under the impression that I am a 'cheating' wife, and that Mike is oblivious to me fucking around with him, Frank, Bill and the lads from the LIDLS store.

This adds some spice to it all as Ron likes me to act the dirty unfaithful whore wife, and we all get a thrill from him being in the dark.

It was arranged for Ron to organise me getting from Bournemouth to his home.

The night before the journey Mike and I had a lovely meal out with Frank and the two of them mercilessly ribbed me over the fun I was going to have down south. I have to admit at being almost permanently horny for the preceding three days and Mike and I had a few ferocious fucks thinking of the fun I would be having at Ron's.

He's probably the naughtiest of the three regular senior 'lovers' I have and definitely has the biggest cock of the three of them, and boy does he know how to fucking use it.

The last time he had screwed me I had been creaming for Scotland on his monster thick prick, and I was hoping for more of the same on my visit.

He had fucked me with Frank, Bill and two of the LIDLS shop workers...My cunt had taken a proper serious fucking that night, as had my arse as well!

I was left completely drained and totally covered in spunk from them all.

I hoped I wasn't to be disappointed on my trip and as things transpired need not have worried at all!

The train journey was a bit boring, so to relieve some of the tedium I drafted some replies to emails I had received, something that always gets me horny!

By the time my train pulled into Edinburgh I was actually pretty turned on and my pantie gusset was already a little moist. Thankfully I had the seats in my section all to myself or heavens knows what anyone seeing what I was replying to would have thought!

Once I had reached Edinburgh it was a short taxi ride to the airport, time for a couple of G&Ts in the bar area and then onto the flight. 

I was feeling quite nervous, oddly, as I had only met Ron on the occasions he had travelled up to Scotland to visit Frank and Bill.

Bill was a bit 'peeved' that I wasn't taking him and Frank down with me, but Ron assured me he wanted to see me and had a few surprises in store for me on my English trip!

I was hoping for a good session with his big, hard, old cock and secretly hoped he would be getting me some new cock to enjoy as well

The flight wasn't a long one and I was soon relaxing thinking of the fun times I had previously had and was sure I would be enjoying with Ron over the course of the weekend.

On arriving at Bournemouth airport I was met at the terminal by a man holding a placard with my name on it, this transpired to be Ron's youngest brother (Sam) who runs a taxi firm down in Dorset.

After brief introductions he was soon whisking me off in the cab to Ron's home. 

The chat was quite light and I wasn't sure what Ron had or hadn't told his brother relating to me and how we met, why I was visiting etc.

I quickly text messaged Mike once I was safe and sound in the taxi and also sent a message to Frank and Bill, teasing them that I was now in England and was going to be trying my best to represent Scotland in the upcoming antics.

'I won't let the country down, I promise... I will drain Ron's English cock for the pride of Scotland,' I messaged them both.

Ron's brother asked me who I was texting and I told him I was sending my husband a message to say I was safe and sound. 

He asked if he knew where I was and I continued with the lie about me being away with a girlfriend.

Ron's brother laughed at this and was soon quizzing me on why I was being so naughty and lying, saying that my poor husband must be oblivious to me being a bit of a naughty girl.

We chatted and I could sense he was certainly paying my tits some attention in the mirror of his car. 

I had worn a tight white top. Fairly low cut, a black skirt, a matching white panty and bra set and my high black heels.

I made sure he was getting a good eyeful of my legs and tits.

I was already feeling so fucking turned on!

The journey took a good half an hour and as we trundled along some nice leafy lanes and areas Ron's brother began chatting and as I say I wasn't too sure what he knew.

I was soon to find out!

Once we arrived at Ron's cottage his brother unloaded my bags from the boot as Ron and I went inside.

I wasn't even half way into the door before he had me against the wall and was planting a long kiss on me as he fondled my heaving tits.

I responded by shoving my tongue down his throat and we started some serious heavy petting.

"Your fucking husband is such a dozy twat eh love!" he said to me as I spread my legs for him.

"Away with your friend shopping! Ha! You're going to have more cock than you have had in ages this weekend love. I promise you. Your cheating married pussy will be fucked over and over again pet."

"Oh Ron you turn me on so much," I dirtily said in reply. "Mike has no idea how much I love fucking cock."

My skirt rucked up and his hands were soon pawing all over my legs and found their way up to my knicks.

"Fuck me your wet already!" he turned and said.

I replied, telling him I had been gagging to get at him for hours.

At this point Sam entered the door and saw us both.

Ron had his right hand inside my panties as his left worked under my top on my tits.

My skirt was fully up by this point so Sam got a view of me leaning against the full length mirror in the hall, legs spread wide as his brother finger fucked me.

Two of his fingers expertly worked up my cunny as I fondled his cock through his trousers.

"Hmm the famous Scottish tart is just as dirty you said bruv," Sam said as he put my bags down.

"Cop a feel of the slut then," Ron said back. 

"She's fucking hot n wet for us already."

I simply smiled a Sam took his place beside me and his brother.

Within seconds he was kissing me hard, our tongues flapping in and out of each others mouths and he soon had his left hand beside his brothers and slipped two of his fingers up my wet, splayed cunt alongside Rons.

"Married fucking slut!" he spat at me as we continued our petting session...