0 comments/ 14749 views/ 2 favorites The Old Friend By: koolala Ian was easily 60+, he was around 5ft 9inch tall with thinning grey hair and a pot belly. His trousers came to the middle of his ankles and his plaid shirt was taught around his stomach. "That wa' a good bit of food ayy," he said to me, as I cleaned up around him. Every time I leant forward the lace of my shirt revealed more of my already quite showy cleavage. He stared obviously towards it. "It wasn't bad! Tried something new so I can't complain," I replied to him, busying myself with picking shrapnel from Christmas crackers off the floor. We had just been to a mutual friends house for a boxing day lunch, it was a good atmosphere with general chit chat and good wine! I took a large gulp finishing off what wine was in my glass and listened to the TV playing another holiday special with all the other guests talking through it in the next room. There was about 5 minuets of me busying around the room until Ian said anything else to me, he stared all the time I was moving and took his chair to sit in front of the door while I had not noticed. "What do you do with yer self then?" "Oh I'm a trainee teacher, do much with yourself?" "Oh not much really, I go into town to get the paper now and I see our June when I see her out n't street like" This nowhere-chatter carried on until I realized that he had moved. "Erm, can I get past to take these glasses please?" "Not just yet love" I was puzzled at first, I just thought this old man was feeling stiff but after around 10 minutes I had to ask again, which I found odd to say the least. "Keep cleaning" He said to me in a stern monotone voice. "What?" I look to him annoyed and confused, the glasses I was holding I set back down on the table and walked up to Ian. "Excuse me please, I want to get by you." "No. Keep cleaning" Ian stood up and walked towards me looking me up and down, curling his lip up. He grabbed my upper arms so I could not move them from beside me. I was only an inch smaller than him but he seemed much bigger than me face to face. Ian's fingers where like thick sausages - rough from years of obvious manual labor. "You're lovely. I met lots of lovely girls like you when I was a young man. Do you have a young man?" He brought his face closer to mine, his breath was meaty and smelled of wine. Before I could get a word in he kissed me, if you could call it a kiss; wet lips pushed forcefully against mine. "Look I don't-" He did it again. "Ian!" After a third time he led me to the dining table and chairs and began to caress my neck and arms with his thick hands. I winced at his touch to begin with. He outlined my purple jumper and it's lace trim all the way down to my tight blue jeans. "You're lovely. You are a beaut..." he breathed into my neck and down my top. "Fucking hell lass, let me have ye." I didn't speak, I could feel my nipples grow hard and muff swell. It had been a long time for me and a small part of me longed for a quick fling with an older gentleman. "Listen, I don't know" I whispered to him "Not here, Ian, I can't here." We spoke about seeing each other at his house later that night. I regained my wits and carried on cleaning. I went to leave shortly after and Ian called to the hosts that he was going to leave because he felt tired, I said I'd drop him off - poor cover I know. The drive was silent and not once did we exchange glances or touch one another. Just an awkward drive through the night. We got to his old terraced house and I helped him inside. He swiftly locked the behind me and pulled to close to him by my wrists. "Fucking hell lass" He kissed me and I kissed him back this time. My pussy had been throbbing since leaving our friend's house earlier. We made out clumsily while I fumbled in the dark to undo the buttons on his shirt. I rubbed my hands all over his soft hairy chest and moaned into his mouth. I could feel his cock growing hard under his trousers. It felt thick and nice in size. "Can we go somewhere comfy?" I asked him, I tried to be sexy but I didn't do it well. He laughed at me "Ayy, we'll get to bed then". I followed him upstairs and sat him on the bed. Ian grunted as I started to strip in front of him. Slowly I took of my shirt and sat facing him on his lap, kissing his neck and face. "Fuck, Ian, fuck" I couldn't string a sentence together, the anticipation had built up so much and I didn't know why. We undressed each other, kissing slowly over each new part of the body we revealed. "I bet you know about giving me a nice time, lass ayy?" Ian growled and pushed my head towards his lap. His cock, as I thought, was thick and a pretty average length. I popped my mouth around the purple bulbous tip of his penis and sucked genitally. We moaned together as I began to take more of his member in my mouth. He pushed my head down and I bobbed on his dick. He became even harder in my mouth. At this point my quim was quivering and sopping wet. I looked up to Ian's face and could see his eyes rolling back into his head as he moaned loudly. I took his cock from my mouth to catch a big breath. He put his hand under my chin and guided me up to his face again. I stood up with Ian and he pushed me onto the bed. He towered over me, his hairy pot belly casting a shadow over my body. He came down to meet my pussy with his face. He grabbed my thighs and bit me, I yelped but he didn't let up. "Taste me!" I gasped as he rubbed my clit clumsily. To my surprise he didn't! He leveled his cock to my pussy and slowed put the tip his. I couldn't catch my breath before he pulled his tip out and kissed my face. He pushed his tip into me again and made himself go further. I yelped and he pulled out. This continued until he filled my vag all he could. Ian did not have a steady rhythm and just slammed into me for his own gain. He flipped me onto all fours and grunted like an animal as he ploughed me. I realized this wasn't going to be what I wanted but felt like I couldn't stop now. I knew he was getting close to the edge because he slowed down and took longer strokes inside me. "Ian come on my back!" I instructed him, but he was too focused on the task at hand. He slammed into me again and again and again, his grunts getting louder and deeper. Ian came hard and fast inside me. I was shocked and tried to protest by pulling away but he kept himself inside me, pulling my hips onto his. He scooped under my pussy and rubbed my clit hard as he came. "Ian, I said-" He slammed me hard with his cock as he rubbed me and made me come. When he slid out of me I just lay on the bed. I felt nothing. Ian stood up and wiped his cock on the shirt he was wearing earlier and went into the bathroom across the hallway. I got underneath the quilt and blankets on Ian's bed and looked around the room. I could tell he was once married and had kids - they were probably older than me and I bet he knew it. Ian got in bed beside me without a word. He let me snuggle up to him in bed but there was an awkward air in the room... The Old Friend One day my wife and I were talking, and she let slip about a time she had with her ex boyfriend when they were dating. I found out that my usual prim wife had a wild streak way back when. I pressed her for more information even though she kept telling me that she didn't remember. I knew she did, but didn't want to say anything. She finally let it all out one night while we were laying in bed for the night. I found out that she and he would have sex almost anywhere at any time. She said that they had sex in an open field behind the college, and a jogger ran by slowly watching them. She also told me about a time when they were having sex in the back seat of a friends car while driving to another state. I was informed about all the various locations over the next couple hours. I have to admit that I enjoyed hearing the stories. She notices my raging erection when I roll facing her pressing against her. The next thing I know we are kissing, and I am fingering her wet crotch. She grabs my dick stroking it while moaning into my mouth. I then pull her panties off, and crawl between her legs. My cock slides right in. I suck her hard nipples while I mash my dick as deep as I can. Her hips move against me riding my cock. Our moans become one as we quickly approach orgasm. I suck her neck and shoulder setting her off. I feel her fingernails dig into my back as her moan fills the air, and I love every second of it. She shakes and moans for a few seconds before I pull out of her, and cover her pubic hair with my cum. My body quivers with pleasure while my semen squirts out onto her. I lean down to kiss her when my orgasm begins to subside. We talk while we clean up, and she comments about how I didn't last very long. I smile saying that she didn't either. I then comment about her being so wet. She smiles her coy smile not saying a word. I lay beside her again asking if there's anymore stories she's not telling me? She says that I liked the last ones too much, and that she's tired. She tells me that I'm demented since her talking about her and her ex's sex life made me so horny. I ask her if it turned her on at all thinking about it, and she admitted that it did. The next few days we don't speak of the subject, but it again arises during a conversation we have after she tells me about an old friend she recently spoke to. It turns out this friend we a mutual friend of her and her ex, and he hadn't seen either of them since they were together. He moved away with his family, and lost all contacts with their circle of friends. She told me that he was surprised to see her, and find out that she has been married to me for the past twenty years. They traded numbers, and vowed to keep in touch. I asked her if she truly intended to keep in touch, or if she was just being cordial? She said that she wants to, but in a way doesn't. I press her for more since she piqued my curiosity. She admits to me that he had wanted to date her, and she would have if she had met him before her ex. She went on to own up to having a crush on him while she dated her ex, and that she still has a little crush on him even though he's older now. She admits that she values his friendship too much, and she holds our marriage above all else. I tell her that I love her, trust her, and will let her do as she sees fit. I know she's bored sitting at home while I work, and figure her having a friend will be good for her. She does go out shopping with him a few times before she tells me that she needs to talk to me, and it's serious. I tell her to talk, and she slowly tells me how guilty she feels, and how she's so ashamed of herself. I tell her to say what happened. She eventually told me that they were driving around checking out the houses that their friends lived in growing up when they stopped for a soda. He leaned over to kiss her, and she allowed it. She said that they kissed passionately for a few minutes before she got her wits, and told him to stop. I asked her what she felt while it was happening, and she told me how she felt the butterflies in her stomach. She went on to say how he felt good against her while they kissed. My dick is throbbing in my pants hearing her recall the night trying to feel some sort of jealousy, but I am so turned on by it. I wrap my arms around her as we sit facing one another, and I kiss her deeply. She is surprised asking me if I'm mad. I take her hand, and press it to my crotch where she feels my hard dick in my jeans. In seconds she has it out and in her hand. It feels so good as she strokes me while we kiss. I explode all over her lap in a matter of minutes. She smiles watching my jizz mess all over her. When I finish she lets go, and tells me that she didn't expect that reaction from me. I just smile and kiss her again. I clean up while she changes her clothes. I ask her when she's going out again. She looks at me questioningly asking if I'm serious? I tell her that there's a concert in the nearby park, but that I have to work late that night. I ask her if she wants me to call him for her, and she tells me that she will call him herself later on in the week. I kiss her, and tell her to keep me informed. She again tells me that I'm demented. I thank her.