4 comments/ 24114 views/ 8 favorites Tim & Peggy Ch. 01 By: sparktj Last weekend my wife and I went out to a supper organized by some friends in a local restaurant. It was to raise funds for a charity they are involved with and our friends took over the restaurant and filled it with people they know. We arrived later than most of the others and were invited to sit at a table already occupied by a couple. We introduced ourselves and immediately hit it off together, they were in their late 50's so just a few years older than us, but both were attractive and a bit flirty, which I started to enjoy. Being a Friday evening, I was feeling quite horny with the expectation of a weekend of great sex with my lovely wife. We rarely have sex during the week but enjoy making up for it at the weekend, either at home or away in our motorhome. Our two children are grown up and no longer live at home so we have the house to ourselves. That gives us the freedom to have sex whenever we wish and that has truly kick-started our sex-life and been liberating for my wife especially. She has been vanilla throughout most of our marriage but in the privacy of our home or our camper van she has begun to re-invent herself sexually and is slowly getting more uninhibited. For example she's become a lot more vocal when we're fucking, and now enjoys joining in with my dirty talk, which I've always loved. She has come to love deep, hard penetration and now even likes me to clean her out after I've cum inside her. She has always enjoyed cunnilingus but is now much more demanding about what she likes me to do when eating her out. Bear in mind that my wife is a typical conservative middle-aged woman. I'm the only person she has ever had sex with, and when we were dating 30yrs ago she didn't agree to have full sex until we'd committed to marriage and got engaged. Her appetite for sex has always been less than mine and I'm ashamed to say has meant I've strayed at times and looked for no-strings sex away from home. I'm 54 now but as I approached my 50th birthday I started to experiment with things I'd long wanted to try but had never had the chance. I did it with escorts to begin with, and subsequently with swingers. I had quite a bucket list, ranging from all sorts of bedroom fun my wife had never wanted to try, to sex with different types of small groups, mainly MMF, but also MMFF and a few gangbangs. I discovered my bisexuality and that too was very liberating, and all of this extracurricular activity gave me much greater sexual confidence. Much of it I've written about in my other stories. I've brought this newfound knowledge and confidence back to the marriage bed and, though it sounds two-faced, I like to think it has helped me become a more attentive and imaginative lover for my wife. I've also discovered I fancy the type of woman my wife is more than any other. I've always had a thing for mature women and now my wife is 54 I find her more sexually attractive than ever. She's 5'7" and a UK size 14. She has short grey hair, pageboy style, which leaves her neck very available for me to kiss, and she's very sensitive there. Her breasts are a 34B and they are as firm as they were when she was 24, the first time I got my hands on them. She has a lovely round bottom that I have trouble keeping my hands off when she's in her tight jeans. Her thighs are firm, her legs are nicely shaped and she keeps them beautifully smooth. She has small feet that I love playing with and painting her toenails. She doesn't have any cellulite or stretch marks on her body. Her tummy has inevitably increased a bit over the years but it's very soft and curvy and I've come to love holding it. Her skin is soft and velvety and she is the original natural outdoorsy woman, doesn't wear makeup or dress up that much. Sorry for that diversion but I thought it worth setting some sexual context about us; it may help later in the story. Back in the restaurant, we were just getting into the starters when another couple arrived late and a bit flustered, it turned out they had difficulty finding somewhere to park and were worried about being late. They came and sat with us, the woman was fretting about disturbing our meal and her partner seemed a bit on edge and was walking with the aid of a stick. We felt sorry for them being so stressed and concentrated on settling their nerves and welcoming them into our small group. They introduced themselves as Peggy and John and we realized that we'd met Peggy before at our host's home over a year ago. In fact she and my wife had got on quite well at the time and the recognition helped to relax everyone. Before long we were all deep in conversation and enjoying each other's company. As the meal progressed I found myself talking to Peggy and John while my wife chatted easily with the other couple. She and I invariably move among different groups at a party, and then enjoy re-claiming each other at the end of the evening and comparing notes on the people we've met and the gossip we've picked up. In a previous career I had to host numerous official cocktail parties and my wife and I used to circulate separately at these functions simply to do our job as hosts. We've never lost the skill and whilst it's never sexual, I think we both like flirting mildly when we're apart from each other at an event. We've never discussed it but we invariably have great sex afterwards. After the main course John left the table to chat with some male friends he had spotted, leaving Peggy on her own with me. I found her such a warm and open person and we were getting along well. As so often happens when older people get together, the subject of age cropped up and Peggy told me she had recently turned 60. I expressed surprise having assumed she was around my age. She was natural, wasn't wearing makeup so was like my wife in many ways, with a similar figure, height and build. She had a lovely friendly face, nice soft wrinkles in keeping with her age, and her lovely naturally fair hair was cut short in the sort of bob I adore. Her neck looked very attractive and she was dressed in black trousers and top. She had that lovely way of placing her hand on my arm briefly to emphasize a point and I found her eye contact with me very arousing. However she was clearly not pleased about being 'an old woman' as she put it, and I tried to reassure her she didn't look or sound it, and that it was all in the mind. She didn't seem convinced so I tried humor instead, teasing her about how she could at least now get seniors rates on the bus. That made her giggle and she started to relax about her age as we exchanged age-related jokes, even becoming a bit flirty with each other. I decided to push my luck a bit and squeezed her arm, telling her I'd always had a thing for older women. Without hesitating she tossed it back to me and said I could be her toy-boy, which we both laughed at. The conversation changed gear as my wife re-joined us and we got onto discussing our pet animals. For some reason we got around to the subject of having them neutered. I told Peggy my story of taking the cat to the vet to have his bits removed; the circumstances at the time were quite amusing (I'll spare the details) and the three of us were laughing about the poor cat. We were discussing the difference in personality between neutered and non-neutered male animals and the conversation was getting more risqué. My wife looked at me with mock severity and said she was off to have a more grown-up conversation on another table, leaving Peggy and me on our own. Peggy turned to me, edged her chair slightly closer and looked thoughtfully at me. "I know it's a different operation but do you think a vasectomy changes a man's personality?" she asked, giggling. "Well, speaking from personal experience, no." I laughed, thinking how totally different the two procedures were. We joked about it but I could tell she wanted to ask more, so I seized the initiative and explained why we'd decided I should have it done and what was involved. I told her I'd had the snip in my late-30's and hadn't regretted it. I thought how ironic it was that she should have raised the subject, as one of my wife's female colleagues at school had asked something similar only a few weeks ago. My wife had cheekily told her colleague that it had been responsible for a marked improvement in our bedroom activity at the time. Peggy said she'd never knowingly met a man who'd had the operation and so had no experience of it. She asked me a few questions about the mechanics of the op and then paused, trying to find the right way to form her follow-up question. "Did it affect your, um, physical activity?" she asked in a quiet voice. She blushed and apologized for asking such a personal question. I dismissed her apology and assured her I wasn't shy in talking about it. "We found it liberating." I naughtily gave her just a simple answer in the hope she would follow it up. I was enjoying having this lovely older lady to myself and by now I was feeling quite an attraction towards her and figured that if she came back with more questions, that in itself might be quite revealing, though I hadn't expected quite the response she gave me. Our hands were underneath the table out of sight of others, my wife was out of earshot talking with people on another table and Peg's husband was at the bar deep in conversation with other men. Peg gently rubbed my hand with her cool fingers and looked at me meaningfully. "What do you mean, liberating?" She murmured. I took one of her fingers and squeezed it softly. "Frankly?" "Yes please," Peg replied, almost in a whisper. I noticed that her décolletage now had a lovely pink glow, which made the gorgeous little 'crows foot' wrinkle that older women often have at the top of their cleavage look even more appealing. I thought how lovely she looked. I told her it had kick-started our sex-life after the children, not having to worry about pregnancy. We'd had a few scares in that respect and without thinking I found myself blurting out to Peg how we'd re-discovered the intense pleasure of bareback sex. "Sorry, that's probably too much information," realizing what I'd just said. "No, I love the way you're so open, especially about something so personal." Peg seemed relieved that I was comfortable in being open with her. "It's unusual for a man," she added. "Well, I guess I'm trying to say how surprised we were at the time how such a simple op had turned us both into rabbits." She giggled, leaned in ever so slightly towards me and whispered, "Are you and your wife still like bunny rabbits then?" She was still stroking her finger against my hand and looking at me intently with her lovely grey eyes. I checked discretely that no-one was watching us, then returned her warm smile. "Well, now we have an empty nest we've become very active naughty little bunnies." "Oh Tim, you're so lucky," Peg looked at me directly with her lovely grey eyes. She went quiet again and after a few moments pause added "I'm so envious, I'm not getting any, haven't had any for months." She said it quite plaintively and by now our voices were only just audible to each other. "Oh Peg, I'm sorry" I struggled to find the right words. I couldn't imagine why her hubby wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her. I decided to play it generally and let her follow up with specifics if she wanted to. "I think it happens a lot in long-term relationships, our bedroom pleasure has waxed and waned over the 30 years we've known each other and we're lucky that right now it's wonderful, but we've both had to work at it." I'd had similar conversations with other women in recent years and recognized the signs of sexual frustration in Peggy. "Yes, but we've only been married 10 years, John's my second husband, my first died from cancer and John was a family friend who rescued me from my grief. He has wonderful qualities but I think I have to accept he doesn't have the same appetite as I do." She explained how John's job meant he had spent a lot of time overseas and that she had gone for long periods without any physical contact. "He's just finished his overseas contract but as soon as he got home 6 weeks ago he decided to have his long-awaited hip operation at the local private hospital". She continued, "He's doing well but isn't interested in me at all, despite my encouragement". I squeezed her hand again and tried to reassure her. "Once he's healed and you're into a new routine, you'll soon find he'll be all over you." "Hmmm, I'm not so sure," said Peg. She paused, looking deep in thought as if wondering how much more she should say, then having made her mind up continued, "As I get older my desire for sex gets greater, but John's seem to be slowing down and I worry that we're just growing wider apart sexually. I maybe sixty but I still want an active sexlife," "and it's costing me a fortune in batteries," she added, giving me a wicked look. Wow. I was conscious we'd been talking in a deeply personal way for longer than was wise in such a public setting and that we needed to gather ourselves and move on. I released our soft finger-hold under the table and placed my hand gently on her knee, "We'd better wind up this conversation but I do know what you mean about mis-matched appetites in a relationship, I've been there and come out the other side with our marriage strengthened. My wife and I are having better sex than we've ever had, and if you want to know how we've achieved it I'd be happy to talk more another time". Peg looked at me with teary eyes, "Oh God, yes please, let's find a way to get together. I know I can have a grown-up conversation about it with you. John just refuses to talk about it and says he's too old". At that point the raffle was about to be called and we were joined by my wife and by John, thankfully neither of them looking at us any the wiser. We spent the last hour in the restaurant talking as a foursome and enjoying each other's company. At the end of the evening Peg asked if we'd like a lift home. In conversation with my wife she had already established that we'd walked to the venue and that we lived on their route home. My wife looked at me to decide as she invariably does and I said we'd gratefully accept a lift if Peggy and John came into ours for coffee. They all agreed to the idea with enthusiasm. Once home the four of us got comfortable and I lit the wood burner and made coffee while my wife showed the other two around our house. We've recently completed its total refurbishment and she loves showing people around. While I sorted out coffee and brandy she was in deep conversation with John in the laundry room, answering his questions on underfloor heating and Peg had popped to the bathroom. As Peg came back to rejoin us and realizing that I was alone she discretely slipped a small folded slip of paper deep into my back pocket. "That's my mobile number, please text me next week during working hours and we can arrange to have that chat." My stomach flipped as I realized she'd prepared this already and that it wasn't a completely impulsive act on her part. And then my stomach flipped again as she pressed her face into my back and kissed me briefly through my shirt, squeezing my hips with her hands before moving out of the kitchen to join the other two. I quickly took the slip of paper and hid it in my wallet. When they all returned to join me in the kitchen I stole myself to look at Peggy and noticed that the pink glow had returned to her neckline. Over coffee and brandy and chocolates, always a good combination, the four of us got to know each other and chatted long into the night. I enjoyed one further glimpse of Peg's perkiness before they left. She was commenting on one of the paint colours we had used for an accent wall and asked my wife what it was called. Peg laughed and said "it's my favourite colour, I often use something similar on my toes, look!" at which point she whipped off her black socks and held up her feet. I have something of a foot fetish and hers were lovely, dainty, pretty feet with the nails beautifully manicured and painted in a bright green/blue shade. We all collapsed in laughter at her cheeky gesture and as she put her socks back on she looked across at me and I realized she knew I'd enjoyed seeing her feet. As they left to drive home, we hugged each other goodnight and all agreed to meet again soon. John suggested we come to them for supper next time. As we prepared for bed my wife commented on what lovely people they were and how she'd like to get to know them better. My mind was racing, I knew she wasn't thinking what mine was and all I could think of was getting Peg on her own for a few hours and picking up where we left off. Over the course of the weekend I found myself thinking about Peg a lot and got very horny. My wife was just as keen for sex and we spent Saturday and Sunday mornings in bed fucking ourselves silly. I hadn't cum all week and early on Saturday morning I filled her pussy with two lovely big loads. In our afterglow I cuddled into her and started to suck on one of her nipples. She responded wonderfully and gently pushed my head down towards her tummy. I knew where this was leading, it's her way of telling me she wants to be eaten out and brought to a massive climax. I placed a pillow under her bottom and she spread her legs wide for me to gaze at her pussy. It was still gaping from the hard pounding fuck we'd just enjoyed, her outer labia all swollen and pink, and her trimmed hair around her cunt all wet and matted with her fluids. I began to play with her using my fingers but she groaned and told me impatiently to use my mouth instead. As I went down on her I told her what a mess she was in and asked her outright if she'd like me to clean her up. "Oh fuck, yes," she grunted, "I love it when you leave a big mess inside me." She groaned again as I told her there was a bead of thick cum just appearing between her inner labia and she cried out as I inserted a finger in her cunt and scooped it, wiping it onto her tummy so she could see. "Oh fuck, use your tongue, please," she whimpered. We spent ages like this, me scooping cum out of her with my tongue and keeping her on the edge for as long as I could. She joined in with my little commentary and told me she loved how I was managing to avoid her clit, adding that she wouldn't be able to last as soon as I started on it. I began to insert a finger to massage her g-spot but she was having none of it. She asked me breathlessly to run my tongue along the full length of her slit, from perineum to clit and then into her vagina. She started moving her body in time to my tongue in order to get as much pressure on her cunt as possible. She loves these movements and soon I had my whole face buried in her gash, my tongue rasping quite hard between her gaping labia and my nose pressed against her clit. I could feel my face getting glazed with her fluids and she groaned again when I told her how much was leaking out of her. This talk was clearly getting to her and she placed both hands behind my head to press me harder into her open and very wet cunt. She loves fucking my face hard like this and by now she was getting very vocal, begging me to lick her clit. I slipped the tip of my tongue under the hood of her clit and probed as softly as I could, trying to extend her pleasure, but by now she was on the finishing strokes. Only one thing was on her mind and that was her final huge climax. I pushed my tongue firmly up against her clit, now a lovely hard little nub and so recognizable as the centre of her pleasure zone. She really is a clit girl. I like to alternate between several different oral treats on her clit in these final few minutes, all of them learnt over time with other women and then brought back to our bed for my wife's pleasure. I apply a firm pressure with my tongue on her clit, then I draw it gently between my lips and suck quite hard on it, then I rasp my tongue over it before leaving it alone for a few seconds to give her vagina some tongue action. She'll invariably urge me back to her clit, sometimes by pulling on my head to redirect me so she can climax. At this point we're effectively having a silent negotiation about when I'll give in to letting her climax. Tim & Peggy Ch. 01 She's told me how she likes me to spin it out and that she enjoys having her climax postponed for as long as we can both bear. It's a fine judgment on my part as to when I let her go, but it's worth taking great care over it as we both know that once she explodes she'll be out of action for at least 30 minutes. I can usually manage to repeat this cycle of intense clit pleasure 3 or 4 times over just a few short minutes before she starts bucking her whole body towards a huge orgasm. I love these final few seconds, there's often a little release of fluid from her vagina into my face and I have to hold onto her thighs for dear life as she screams across the finishing line. After a final loud cry she immediately rolled onto her side, her back towards me, her whole body racked with pleasure as she sobbed into the pillow. I pulled the duvet around us both and snuggled into her back, holding her close and reassuring her. I love how vulnerable she is in this immediate post-orgasmic state. She almost goes into semi-consciousness, softly repeating my name over and over, telling me what an amazing climax it was for her and how she just wants to sleep in my arms. She falls asleep almost instantly while I lie there feeling smug and deeply in love with her. I also savor the smell and taste of her pussy all over my face, which is still wet from her pressing her cunt so hard onto me. I'm ashamed to say that on this particular morning, while she dozed, my thoughts returned to the night before and my conversation with Peggy. I got hard again thinking of her and wondered if she had started her day with her vibrator. Over the weekend I had mixed thoughts about whether to take things further. I love how some older women pull no punches in talking about sex and I reasoned that even if we only ended up talking, then that alone would be enjoyable. I had found her lovely company. I left it a few days after the weekend in order not to seem over-eager. Then I texted her discretely during the working day just to say thank you for a lovely evening. She replied within a few minutes saying it was OK for her to text, but that talking was not possible as she was in work. She told me how much she had loved our frank chat and that she had thought a lot about our conversation over the weekend. She told me it is her day off on Friday and asked if we could meet. I replied that I was able to see her during working hours and she asked immediately if I could come to her house as early as I wanted to in the morning. She added that John is away all week and reassured me that we'd have the house to ourselves. Wow, again. That's where we left it. I have an open mind about it all. Nothing like it has happened to me before so I need to tread very carefully. Women I've met previously have been through swinging or escorting sites so the ground rules have been clear at the outset. This feels more real in a sense. Peg is clearly a frustrated 60yo with a self-confessed appetite for sex, and I'm going to see her on her own this Friday at 9am. I'm certainly not going to compromise my marriage by getting emotionally involved but I'm happy to entertain the prospect of no strings sex with a lovely older woman. She also has lovely feet, which is a weakness of mine – one of many. I'll let you know how it pans out in Part 2. Tim & Peggy Ch. 02 Note - In the first part of this story I described meeting Peggy, a 60yo married woman, at a social function with our respective partners. If you haven't read that story, I recommend you do before continuing with this one. ------------------------ Looking back to that Friday evening in the restaurant with Peggy, several months ago now, it's hard to believe that she and I had the sort of frank conversation we did. We'd met once before in passing but didn't know each other well, yet we chatted so easily in the restaurant and got to share some very personal information. I guess it was a case of 'right time, right setting', one of those rare occasions when two people found their brains were completely in sync, and we grasped the opportunity to converse frankly. At the end of an eye-opening evening she discretely passed me her mobile phone number and left me in no doubt that she wanted me to contact her. Not wanting to appear over-eager, I left it for a few days before texting her. She called me back and made it clear she was very keen to meet and carry on our conversation, so we arranged to meet the following Friday during the daytime at her house while her hubby was out of the country. I couldn't quite believe this was happening so wasn't that put out when Peggy texted me on the Thursday to say she'd gone down with a flu virus and couldn't meet up. At first I imagined that in the cold light of day she was looking for a reason to cry off. However after a few texts and then a phone conversation it was clear that she was genuinely under the weather and disappointed at having to drop our plans. Much to my delight she called me a couple of times the following week and we had some lovely conversation. She told me that she was very affected by the exchanges we'd had that evening in the restaurant and was anxious to pick up where we left off. She told me outright that she was sexually frustrated in her marriage but was devoted to her husband John. She explained that she was at her wits end and wanted help from someone she could trust and confide in, in the hope that could get her sex-life back again. I shared with her some of the experiences I'd had since turning 50 and how my journey had helped me deal with my sexual appetite, not just the obvious thing of easing my frustrations, but also by enabling me to re-invent things in the marriage bed. She was really struck by that, said she was eager to learn from my experiences and said that I'd given her some hope. I found her to be such a lovely genuine lady and so easy to chat to, and she told me how amazed she was that we had met in such ordinary circumstances and how we'd talked so openly. Peggy said she'd never chatted to anyone like it before and felt it was maybe 'meant to happen', to meet someone who she could confide in and trust at this stage in her life. She laughed and said she'd assumed such a confidant would be another woman, but added that none of her female friends were comfortable at talking openly and naturally about sex. Our respective home-lives limited the way in which we conversed and most of our exchanges were via email, text and instant messaging. We managed to speak most weeks on the phone, but I sensed Peggy was more comfortable with IM'ing than any other means, probably because of its semi-anonymous nature. I still had an open mind at that stage about whether we'd meet, and half of me thought that she just wanted someone to chat to about sex. That was fine by me, though the other half of me wanted to take her to bed and help ease her frustrations more directly! Bad of me I know, but I found her to be just the type I'm attracted to; an ordinary looking older woman, the typical lady-next-door, warm personality, upfront about sex, keen to be sexually active and possibly rather naughty when the right buttons were pressed. Anyhow, at 54 I'm old enough not to be all doe-eyed and over-eager, but if an invitation was offered I knew I'd happily accept. We made tentative plans to meet before Christmas, at hers, but subject to her hubby's commitments. She told me that she wanted to find a day when she knew he'd be out of town and far away so she could relax with me. Sadly our plans had to change again due to our respective commitments and her hubby's work pattern. We resolved not to rush into anything and to defer meeting up until the new year. We agreed that we enjoyed the written and verbal contact we were having; it was unsaid but I think we were both getting turned on by the slow build up in chemistry being established between us. Over Christmas, we got into a regular exchange of emails that became a revelation. Peggy confessed that she found it easier to be more frank in an email than on the phone or in-person, and our exchanges become progressively more intimate and revealing over the following few weeks. She told me her story, about how her lack of sex had made her turn to online pornography over the past few months. But she had mixed feelings about it, as she put it "I'm a grandmother who's heading towards 61, I shouldn't be looking at that stuff". I told her I too enjoyed online porn, which comforted her a little. I also reassured her that she was among many in her age and social groupings that consumed pornography in a perfectly healthy manner. We talked about our preferences in porn and found we had a shared enjoyment of older women being pleasured, often by a couple of men. I was so anxious not to freak Peggy out that I couldn't bring myself to tell her I'd experienced MMF play for real on several occasions over recent years. She also told me she enjoyed movies involving bisexual men, and confessed to getting "very soggy" when watching mature men having sex together. I had a real dilemma at this point, wanting to tell her about my own bisexuality, but worried I'd scare her off if I revealed too much. So I played it softly-softly, trying to assess her limits before sharing too much of my sexual history. From our daily exchanges it became clear how much her mind had been opened towards sex as a result of watching online porn and how she'd learned to manage her frustrations from a lack of sex with her hubby. However, because Peggy had not been able to confide in anyone she'd come to the view that she was in a minority, that she shouldn't be doing this at her age and that she was perverted. I had to do a lot of reassuring that she was among many out there, that her age was irrelevant, and that there was everything right about having a healthy interest in sex. In the end I bit the bullet and told her the full extent of the journey I'd been on in recent years, about how I'd strayed beyond my marriage and had met more than just a few women of her age for recreational sex. I sought to reassure her that it was more common than she would believe, that older folks grew more confident with age, lost some inhibitions and still wanted to be sexually active. I felt I was taking a bit of a gamble admitting to my indiscretions and that maybe she'd not want to associate with someone who had cheated on his wife. I shared with her the changes that my wife had experienced in the past couple of years and how she was now far less inhibited about sex. Peggy seemed to draw some comfort in that and discretely asked about my own sex-life at home. I told her how much my wife now adored sex, how she vocalized her desires and feelings to me, and that things she previously found dirty she now enjoyed hugely. As I shared more with Peggy, answering her questions and reassuring her, she started to respond in a way that went well beyond my expectation. She told me that for most of the past year she had wanted to find someone with whom she could have no-strings sex, that she didn't want to compromise her marriage by having an affair, and that she simply wanted someone she could trust and with whom she could try things she was increasingly curious about. She told me she didn't want to get to old age and have regrets that she hadn't taken her deepest desires seriously, but was understandably afraid of taking the ultimate step. She told me she wanted someone who could give her confidence and treat her as an equal. I wanted so much to offer myself but kept my powder dry, as I was keen that she did the running. Then, a few days later she emailed me and blew me backwards with her request. She came straight out and asked if we could go to bed when we eventually do get together. She told me that from our conversations she realized that I'd learned a lot over recent years and that she wanted me to share my experiences with her and introduce her to new pleasures. She said she wanted a thoughtful soul she could trust and who'd hold her hand while she experimented. Even though we'd been talking more and more frankly over the weeks and months, I was still amazed to find myself in this position. I wanted her badly, but remained anxious at the responsibility she was prepared to place with me. I reassured myself that I was not the 'fuck & forget' type; that I loved nurturing a sexual relationship and that I would relish looking after her properly, respecting her mind and body. I re-read her email and realized I was very hard. Maybe Peggy had been right all those weeks ago when she said this was meant to happen. We started making plans to get together. She told me her hubby would be overseas in a further month for a few days, and that she wanted me to spend a day with her then and, in her words, "if we're not completely exhausted I'd like you to come back the next day so we can carry on". We agreed our dates with heightened anticipation and I sensed a palpable relief in Peggy that she'd finally taken the plunge and made a commitment. Over the next few days we exchanged messages about our sexual likes and dislikes and found we had a lot of common desires to explore. One thing she was keen to know was how I'd like to see her dressed in the privacy of her own home. She told me how her hubby took no interest in her appearance or clothing, and how she was looking forward so much to preparing herself for me. I was quite choked up when she told me this and asked her if she wanted me to help her choose her lingerie. I explained how I adore lovely feminine lingerie. She replied, "Oh god, yes please, I haven't worn sexy undies for years and would love to again." Warming to her subject she added "tell me exactly what you'd like me to wear, however risqué, and I'll enjoy shopping for it so much Tim. It'll make me feel so feminine for you." Oh god, bless her. I think she was slightly surprised when I went into such detail about what I'd really wish for. I told her I was a leg man and would love her to wear fully fashioned, point-heeled seamed stockings in a tan or barely black shade, a deep, lacy black suspender belt or waspie with metal clips, matching bra & panties, and black high heels. I expected her to laugh it off but she called my bluff, said she loved the sound of it and that I had good taste in lingerie. She told me she'd not worn anything quite like that before and asked if I knew where she could purchase retro-style lingerie and the right stockings. I did, and directed her to an internet supplier I'd used in the past. Peggy told me the next day that she'd placed an order for what she said was "a late Christmas present for us both to enjoy". She told me she'd tried using sexy lingerie to interest her hubby, but without success. She said she loved the fact that I knew my way around nice lingerie, and that she couldn't wait to wear it all for me. I told her I'd enjoy her no matter what she was wearing, but she was clearly very excited at the prospect of dressing up for me in the bedroom. Nevertheless, wanting to keep things simple at the outset, I asked her to greet me at her door wearing just a bath robe, and that we'd work up to the gorgeous lingerie a bit later so we wouldn't get distracted to begin with. She agreed that was a good idea. So there I was at the start of the new year, looking forward to taking Peggy to bed in a few weeks time. I'd had my eyes opened so wide in the past few years by people and their sexuality that part of me was no longer surprised, but I was still expecting Peggy to have cold feet on the day. This would be the first time she'd played away and I knew from my own experience that it's impossible not to be affected by it, unless you're really hardened, which neither of us were. I still have bad feelings about cheating on my lovely wife, but I guess that at least stops me taking outrageously stupid risks. At 60 going on 61, I knew Peggy was mature enough to deal with it and I was thankful that she regarded our liaison in the same way I did, as an opportunity to have recreational sex with a trusted confidant. As our dates got closer we continued to chat and share intimate details. She told me how much she'd been using her vibe at the thought of us going to bed. She explained that she hadn't had penetrative sex for nearly a year and that if it hadn't been for her toys she'd have gone mad. She described her soft silicon vibe she used for penetration and her small egg vibe that she liked to press onto her clit. We even had phone sex, the first time for us both, and we listened to each other masturbate while sharing our thoughts about what sharing a bed would mean for each of us. The sounds of Peggy's increasing arousal was a huge turn-on and it didn't take us long to each reach a climax over the phone. On the day of our planned date I woke early with my head full of thoughts, eager with anticipation but still expecting Peggy to cry off. Bless her, she must have sensed it and as soon as she knew it was safe to text me, sent me several messages to tell me what was going through her mind. I got to her house at 930am, thankfully just a 30-min drive from home. It was a large, modern detached house set well away from the neighbours and not overlooked at all, so I parked as instructed on the drive and walked to her front door without fear of being seen. I rang the bell and Peggy answered it within seconds. My heart was racing as she opened the door. I was desperate to see her again after almost 3 months. She had a huge smile for me, and welcomed me in with giggles and with a flush appearing immediately around her neck, just as I remembered from that evening in the restaurant so long ago. She closed the door, turned to me, gasped my name and wrapped her arms around my neck. We held each other tightly, not speaking, standing in her hall while we gathered ourselves. I buried my face in her soft hair, loving her warmth and her smell, and just wanted to hold her close, no thought of sex in this immediate moment. As we held each other I could start to feel her body tremble with little sobs and then I felt her warm tears trickling down my neck. We needed reassurance from each other in that moment, and we simply stood and hugged, whispering our thoughts softly to each other. Peggy slowly pulled back, held me at arms length and looked at me, tears running down her face. I reached out and cradled her face in my hands, called her name softly and we re-embraced, this time our mouths coming together softly for our first kiss. God I was instantly hard, that sort of emotion is hard wired directly to my sexual response. This was so right and I needed her badly. We talked subsequently about that greeting in her hall, and were both surprised at how intensely it grabbed us, tugging at our emotions. We might have been meeting up just for sex, but we agreed that in the immediacy of my arrival at her home we realized just what a deep bond we had formed over the previous weeks. Thank goodness we had, because Peggy confessed that she had been having a major wobble just before I'd arrived, at the thought of crossing a line in her life. She said that our first hug had reassured her she was doing the right thing and how much she needed the physical closeness to get her emotions in check again. Our equilibrium restored, we French kissed deeply, moaning softly into each other's mouth as our tongues started to entwine. There was nothing tentative about Peggy at all; she pressed her body into me, placed one hand on the back of my head and the other around my back, and proceeded to eat me like a woman possessed. We struggled to get air as we snogged each other and covered each others faces in gentle kisses. It's indescribable to encounter such passion but we were both so hungry for each other. The feeling of her pressing her tummy into my straining penis was so arousing, making my erection twitch against her. She looked down and giggled. "Oh god, you are pleased to see me aren't you my lovely man?" she murmured, almost to herself. I managed to pull away and hold her at arms length to look at her. She was wearing a short white terry-towelling robe, no make-up and her bare legs and dainty feet looked gorgeous. I spotted her toenails freshly painted in her favorite shade and looking so sexy. I groaned inwardly. She giggled at the sight of me drinking her in and asked me softly if I still wanted her. I promptly pulled her back into my arms and cuddled her to reassure her. I whispered the same question in her ear and she looked up at me, stroked my face with her soft fingers, nodded her head in answer and told me straight that she wanted us to go to the guest suite and spend the rest of the day there. I slipped off my deck shoes and she took my hand to lead me through the ground floor to a small guest annex at the rear of the house, a lovely garden room that backed onto a private garden. The room was beautifully appointed, bathed in natural light, and dominated by a large comfy looking king bed all in white bedlinen. It was a perfect lovenest. Peggy faced me and placed her arms loosely around my neck; pressing her body into me she looked up at me. Putting on a semi-serious face, her eyes still smiling, she offered herself to me in that moment and quietly spoke in a way I guessed she'd been practicing in her mind. "Tim, I've waited so long for this, I trust you completely, do whatever you want with me, I want you to open my mind in the most wonderful way possible darling. But please forgive me if I'm a bit shy to begin with, this is all so new for me. Hold my hand and take me with you my sweet". "Oh angel," I was choked up again and held her tight, my own tears running down into her lovely hair. My penis made his presence known as soon as her words entered my brain, already hard and pressed against her soft tummy, he twitched uncontrollably as if to signal his readiness to comply with her wishes. Peggy groaned and pressed her tummy against him more firmly. "Oh fuck," she murmured breathlessly. He twitched again hearing her talk dirty. She'd confessed to me in one of our previous chat sessions on-line that she'd only started using the word 'fuck' with me, having always considered it a horrible profanity. She'd explained how she now regarded it as a word that made her horny when used for sex. I'd empathized with her at the time and told her that my wife had gone though a similar transformation, and I'd added that I'd had identical feelings over the word 'cunt'. "Oh fucking hell, he really is ready for me isn't he?" We hadn't discussed this beforehand but I think we both came to the view at the same moment there in Peggy's guest suite, that we wanted to talk dirty to each other. Peggy looked at me intently as she started to unbutton my shirt. "Baby, I want your cock inside me so badly, I want to feel so full." Her lips were parted and her breathing was getting more obvious as she continued to gaze up at me while peeling off my shirt. "I want you just as much my darling," I replied, "is your cunt getting lovely and wet for me?" "Oh fuck, I'm dripping, have been since I woke up this morning." "Did you play with yourself before I arrived?" I asked her directly. Tim & Peggy Ch. 02 "Yes, with my little egg, I was desperate." "Fuck, I haven't cum for the past week, I've been saving it for you," I teased her. "Oh darling, oh you wonderful man, I want you to fill me with cum, unload deep inside me." She undid my trousers and I helped her pull them off completely. I was just in my briefs, my penis painfully hard and straining at the material. Peggy reached down with both hands and eased him out, lovingly holding him gently, partly peeling back my foreskin and smearing precum over her fingertips. She groaned loudly and surrendered to my embrace again. "Fuck, you feel so hard and warm in my hands," she moaned into my chest. "Baby, you're going to have to stop that unless you want me to cum now, I'm so on the edge," I groaned loudly. She looked up at me, squeezed my cock gently in her hand and beckoned me to join her under the duvet. I slipped into the lovely big bed and I turned to face her but she begged me to face away from her as she slipped off her robe, asking me to forgive her self-consciousness. I thought it was sweet that she felt this way and looked forward to reassuring her about her loveliness. I heard her robe fall onto the floor and felt her weight on the bed as she joined me, then her lovely warmth in my back. She pressed her wonderfully soft breasts against my back as she snuggled into me under the duvet. I made to turn but she stopped me, whispering she wanted to keep on feeling me first. She pressed her soft warm body into my back and reached around to grasp my penis, groaning into my neck as she felt the heat and the hardness of my erection. She mumbled something about having forgotten how good a hard cock felt in her hand again. But passion overtook us both within seconds and she caved in to my desire to hold her. I turned to face her and we intertwined our bodies, mashing our mouths together, our snatches of conversation limited to little more than gasps and expressions of intimacy. The feel of her soft naked tummy against me was mindblowing. I was so desperate to pull back and gaze at her naked body, but my desire to hold her and reassure her won through. I was ready to take things so slowly, to go at her pace and not rush her, but then I slipped my hand between her legs and found she was dripping wet ... and open. Oh god, tentatively exploring a woman's most intimate place for the first time is so intensely erotic and I groaned into her. Peg's vagina was a hot sticky mess, her labia already parted and her body so ready for intercourse. She looked into my eyes imploringly, a look on her face almost of anguish and I'll never forget her words as she struggled to get them out while breathing hard. "Tim ... fuck me .... now ...... please, I want you inside me, fuck me senseless .... pleeeease!" I'd imagined she'd want a lot of foreplay to warm up but I'd underestimated her raw need for cock. She parted her thighs and I slipped between them. I started to stroke her open pussy with my swollen helmet but she simply wanted me inside her, urgently. I entered her tentatively but she raised her knees and pressed her heels on my bum, making it abundantly clear she wanted me deep straight away. "Deep .... please .... and hard, really fucking hard ..... oh god!" She was such a wonderfully warm liquid mess inside, her vagina was tight to begin with but she soon opened up as her body responded to cock after so long. After only a few strokes she lifted her feet even higher and I tucked my arms under her knees to open her up even more. She was lovely and supple and our pelvises interlocked so naturally, as if we'd been fucking each other for years. God, it was such wonderfully instinctive fucking, allowing us to couple deeply and produce that indescribable feeling of my glans bumping up against her cervix. The speed at which we ramped up our fucking caught me by surprise and I could start to feel my sap rising. "Baby, I'm sorry I can't last long," I cried. "Good!" She screamed, "I want your semen inside me, oh fuck I can feel your balls slapping against my bum ...... oh sweet jesus, fill me with cum." I did, copiously. I thrust as deeply as I could and let rip, gasping in her ear that I was splattering her cervix with cum, just as ropes of the sticky stuff spewed out and gave me the release I'd craved. My explicit mutterings triggered her orgasm and we reveled in the delight of a joint climax. God, it was powerful, I can't imagine we'd been fucking for longer than 5 minutes but we were both so ready, and we each knew there would be plenty of time to enjoy more in the hours ahead. We stayed coupled together, I managed to keep my semi-hard penis inside her as she drifted in and out of sleep, loving the gentle little contractions of her vagina as she recovered slowly from her climax. Feeling my semen drip slowly out of her cunt, run around my balls and pool on the sheet as I stayed inside her was a big turn-on for me and I gradually got hard again as Peggy lay crashed. She was incapable of further pleasure so I pulled out and lay next to her, hugging her from behind and cradling her head in my arms as she slept. We both dozed, recovering gradually after the short but incredibly intense fucking we'd given each other, that ultimate gift to ourselves. More by luck than anything, I managed to be awake as Peggy slowly regained consciousness in my arms. She smiled dreamily as she stirred, looked at me and drew my mouth to hers for a long gentle kiss. With our faces just a few centimetres apart she told me quietly that she had never before climaxed during fucking, and had always needed clit stimulation to orgasm. I have encountered this with several other woman and reassured Peggy that she wasn't unusual. "But Tim, I've never fucked like that, not ever in my life. It felt so fucking amazing, so uninhibited. I've not even talked like this before." She was like a child with a new toy, and I was choked again. "Oh Peg, I'm so glad you picked me". "Me too, whoever imagined that evening in the restaurant would lead to this?" she murmured, and squeezed me tightly. We gathered ourselves slowly, took turns to use the bathroom, then returned to bed to make love slowly and languidly, chatting constantly. I can't describe in the same detail everything we did, but we did so much together. We spent the day in bed, exploring each other physically, sharing fantasies and needs, and opening ourselves up to each other. Looking back, our explosive start had been inevitable, we were so in need of each other, but we managed to pace ourselves for the rest of the day. Peggy had even thoughtfully prepared some finger food that we could share in bed. She quickly shed her self-consciousness, and was amused that I enjoyed her wrinkles, stretchmarks and round curves. I told her I loved the fact that she was 60, that she was such a desirable and sexually responsive woman, more than capable of giving a man a great deal of pleasure. It was very much her day, she asked loads of questions, opened herself up and let herself go, but of course gave me huge enjoyment in doing so. It got to 3pm and I needed to shower, using my own soap, which is one of my precautions so I don't smell different when I get home. It was a wrench to leave her, she told me she was going to return to bed and fall asleep with happy thoughts of our day, which was typically sweet of her. We'd already agreed to meet again the next day; as Peg put it, "there's a lot more I want to explore with you". I wondered if she really had purchased the lingerie we'd discussed by email over Christmas and whether she'd wear it for me the next day, but said nothing. We parted and arranged to meet at 930am the next day. I slept the sleep of the dead overnight and awoke refreshed yet still quite blown away at what we'd done together. I ran over it in my mind again, how I'd met Peggy, a 60yo housewife, in normal circumstances, how we'd clicked – and how. I recalled how she and her hubby had come back to ours for coffee, and how she had made it clear that night that she wanted to see me again – ostensibly to pick my brain on reviving a tired sex-life. Then we'd spent weeks communicating, building trust and confiding in each other to the point where she told that she wanted to go to bed with me. I still had to pinch myself. When Peggy opened her door to me the next morning she took my breath away. She was dressed as if going out to a smart function, in a black and grey patterned dress, just above the knee, pearls around her neck, the sheerest nylons in a barely black shade and 3" black heels. God, her legs looked gorgeous. I told her that dressed like that I could well imagine meeting her at a wedding and seducing her at the reception. She giggled her agreement and led me to the lounge for coffee, my eyes glued to the seams and point heels of her fully fashioned nylons. We snuggled up on the sofa and shared our feelings about the previous day and how it had affected us. We agreed we still wanted a purely sexual relationship, no strings, but with the added attraction of being able to confide in each other and share our deepest secrets. Gradually the conversation was overtaken by touching, kissing and fondling. I couldn't keep my hands off her and the feel of her exquisite lingerie underneath the thin silky dress was too much. I asked her to stand and twirl slowly for me so I could take her in fully. Oh god, I couldn't take my eyes off her seams, she'd got them so perfectly straight. I complimented her on it and she said she'd been practising, having never worn seamed stockings before. She laughed and told me she'd show me her secret for keeping them so straight. I stood to join her and as we embraced and kissed I gently undid the hooks of the dress at her neck and slowly unzipped her all the way down her back. She stepped back and let it slide gracefully off her body. Jesus, she was such a sensual mature woman, stood there in beautifully co-ordinating, very feminine lingerie. She'd chosen well and it suited her lovely ripe figure perfectly. Her underwired bra and large panties, so appropriate for the older woman, were all in matching black lace and silk, she'd clearly spared no expense. She twirled again for me and I groaned as I took in the sight of her seamed stockings, the finishing loops in the welts confirming the fact she'd chosen the classic FFNs that thankfully are making a comeback among women who have taste. She had her rear suspender straps aligned perfectly with the seams, keeping them straight. The suspender belt was her secret for keeping her nylons straight, by having 6 straps and metal clips there was little chance of anything slipping or coming undone by accident. It was finished in gorgeous black lace, and very deep, almost completely covering her lovely tummy. "Oh baby, that's your secret, you've got exquisite taste," I reached out to run my hands over her belt. I was so pleased with what she'd chosen, it was exactly what I would have bought her, but I hadn't wanted to specify too much when she said she was going shopping in case it put her off. "I did my homework, and read a piece on the internet by a lady who always wears fully fashioned nylons and swears by a multi-strap suspender belt for keeping her seams straight," Peggy explained. I laughed and told her about Jan, my first courtesan, who introduced me to lovely lingerie and burlesque wear, and who had educated me about FFNs and the need for proper suspender belts. "I'm so glad she did, and I'm so happy you asked me to wear it all, I can't begin to tell you how horny I am wearing it for you." Peggy's lovely pink flush had returned to her décolletage, contrasting beautifully with her black lingerie. She teased me still further, "I started getting wet as soon as I rolled the nylons onto my legs earlier". Oh fuck, my penis twitched again and I could feel the precum start to form at the tip. I have such a weakness for the sort of lovely retro-style lingerie and hosiery she was wearing for me. "Peg my darling, I'm sorry to be crude, but you look so utterly fuckable," I told her quietly. God she did look fucking gorgeous. She might be almost 61, but the lingerie and her subtle make-up took years off her. She came into my arms and cuddled into me, telling me softly how much she'd enjoyed choosing it all and putting it on for me and that she couldn't remember ever feeling so feminine and so utterly sexy. Peggy led me into the guest suite, her hips swaying with the help of her heels. She later told me she'd practiced a lot with the heels, not being used to anything higher than a 2" heel. I stripped rapidly and embraced her again, my erection pressed against her full suspender belt. I undid the matching underwired bra and released her lovely ripe breasts, bending down to feast on each of her big nipples in turn. They are lovely, light brown in colour, wide crinkly aurolae and very responsive. As I sucked on them I could begin to detect the faint smell of her arousal from further down her body, that unmistakable, oh so feminine aroma of wet pussy. I continued to tease her breasts with my mouth and ran a hand down to her panties, cupping her mound through the thin lace. The crotch of her panties was made of silky material and as I traced around her labia my fingertips were soon wet with her release. By now Peggy was started to lose control, her groans were getting louder and her legs were beginning to go. I took a quick decision to guide her over to the sofa next to the bed, helped her kneel on the seat cushions and swiftly peeled off her soaked panties. I couldn't help but finger and smell the messy crotch of her expensive knickers and ponder if the stains from her leaking pussy would ever come out of such a delicate item. She instinctively spread her knees and raised her bottom so I could kneel on the floor and examine her intimately from behind. The smell of her arousal was overwhelming and the sight of her open wet cunt in this position so totally erotic. Every part of her most private region was fully exposed to my gaze and I went straight for her anus. We'd talked about anal play the previous day and I knew Peggy was up for it, though she was worried about anal intercourse due to my girth, and never having done it before. I rasped my tongue firmly across her puckered pink hole and she shouted out loudly "fuck, don't stop, I'm going to cum". Encouraged, I proceeded to give her the full annilingus treatment until she climaxed noisily. Clearly into her stride, she was good to go again after her orgasm and begged me to enter her cunt doggy style. I stood and slid my erection into her slick vagina, loving the view of our coupling and the sight of her kneeling in her FFNs and heels. I held onto her suspender belt and gave her a deep pounding, it really is a delightful position for a good firm fucking. After a few deep and hard thrusts to fully open her up I settled into a steady pace of slow and very deliberate full-length strokes, pulling right out until my helmet was visible between her parted labia, then slipping deep into her vagina in one stroke to bottom out against the soft and unmistakable ring of her cervix. Oh fuck, it's heavenly to be fully inside a lovely responsive woman and feel her squirm on my cock. I grasped her hips and enjoyed the feel of her lovely warm cunt and her wetness trickling down onto my balls. She groaned when I told her what a turn-on it was to see the pucker of her anus tighten and release in time with the strokes of my cock. Her groans got louder as I rubbed the wide pad of my thumb over her tight little ring, smearing some of her pussy secretion back and forth across her cute starfish. She was starting a little succession of mini climaxes, giving me verbal encouragement to keep going and give her "a good seeing-to" as she put it. I elected to push her a bit further anally, and dribbled a long string of saliva onto her anus, surprising myself with the accuracy of my aim. It's something I've seen in porn and practiced over recent years, loving the sight of a woman's anus anointed in that intimate way. It also serves as a good enough lube to permit a finger to be inserted gently into the rectum. That's what I did, slowly inserting a little pinky to gauge her reaction; her loud groan and a husky "oh fuck yes" encouraged me to replace the small intruder with my bigger forefinger. She accommodated me with ease, gave me her verbal go-ahead and begged me to fuck her hard. It was an amazing feeling, using my forefinger to press down against the shaft of my penis and feel my cock through her thin membrane. I pulled my cock back until I could feel the ridge of my helmet with my finger, then slid my cock in and out with short strokes while massaging my glans with my finger inside her anus. "That is so fucking dirty, you lovely man," Peggy moaned semi coherently. "Oh baby, it takes two of us to be dirty and enjoy it equally," I breathed, trying hard to keep my stroke. "You really are a wonderful fuck," I added, giving her some extra hard thrusts to reinforce the compliment. Peggy had a job to form the words in reply, "Oh .... fuck ....Tim, I've never been ......ah, oh god ..... used like this before, I thought it only happened in porn. Oh jesus .... give it to me ...hard ... pleeeease." Fuck, that comment from Peggy really turned me on and I gave her a good hard pounding to orgasm. God, she was wired for sex, but I was starting to tire and asked her to ride me while I sat on the sofa so I could recover a little. "God almighty, I've never done it that way, you'll have to show me what to do," Peggy said with an edge of panic in her voice. We re-arranged ourselves and I guided her onto me, offering advice and suggestions for her to get herself comfy. She slid onto me and started her movements but I could tell she was finding it a little awkward so at my urging we moved to the floor. The carpet was soft under my back but now I was worried about her ruining her expensive stockings by placing her knees on the floor. I got her to crouch over me with her feet on the floor and as she lowered herself onto me she grasped my penis and aimed it at her vagina. Oh god, it was bloody wonderful. She did all the work, impaling her cunt onto my cock and using me for her pleasure while supporting herself with her hands on my chest. I reached up to play with her breasts, gravity adding to their appeal and making their shape and form so inviting for me. Fuck, what a handful. After a few minutes in this position I encouraged her to turn around and face away. By now she had to place her knees on the floor and I started to thrust up into her, allowing her to relax a little. Seeing her fuck, still in all her gorgeous finery and her seams still straight, amazingly, was a view that immediately seared into my brain. As was the sight of her cunt sliding up and down on my cock, especially on the upstroke, her distended labia clinging stickily to my shaft and leaving behind a wet trail. Fucking hell, we were in our element. Finally we moved to the bed and I took her on her back while standing at the edge of the bed. It's a position I love, it's so comfortable and penetration is so deep this way especially with her knees up by her ears. I gave her some deep, full-length strokes, very slow and deliberate. Once I was totally embedded in her I slipped off her heels and peeled the stockings off her legs taking care not to snag them on her toenails. Done slowly, it's deeply sensuous, and I'd been taught by an expert a couple years previously. Peggy told me she'd loved wearing the nylons, suspender belt and heels while fucking and said it had made her feel so feminine and wanted. She especially loved the fact that I enjoyed the little details of her lingerie so much and that I'd requested it all those weeks ago. I agreed but told her I was equally happy to have her buck naked again, as she lay on the bed wearing only her pearl necklance and matching ear studs. Tim & Peggy Ch. 02 With the head of my penis nestled just inside her entrance, and her knees bent, her lovely calves raised up for me to enjoy, I enjoyed making a fuss of her dainty feet, which she loved. Peggy had painted her toenails in a deep maroon shade and she got very turned on having her toes sucked and soles kissed. This didn't last as long as I'd have liked because she was desperate to have me back inside her really deeply. We shifted her further up the bed and I manoeuvred myself onto the bed, just about keeping my penis inside her while we moved. We got ourselves comfy and I entered her deeply, enjoying the feel of my balls being cradled in the lower curve of her lovely soft bum cheeks. We engaged our pelvises and looked into each other's eyes as I resumed the deep cervical probing we both loved. She looked at me seriously, her lips parted while she breathed heavily. "Tim, ...." she started, "I need you to know I've never ever had sex like this in my life .... never knew it could be this fucking intense ...... oh god I'm going to cum again," she broke off as her eyes closed and she wrapped her arms around mine and held on tight, riding out her orgasm. I stayed deep inside her and loved watching her face as she climaxed, feeling her vagina tense and squeeze my penis, her legs straining against me as she held on for dear life. She openly her eyes suddenly and cried out, then as fast as it had taken over her body and soul, her climax passed and she was back with me again. She smiled at me, offered up her face to mine and kissed me softly, "I just hope you realize what you've unleashed in me," and she squeezed the whole length of my cock with her pelvic muscles. My turn to cry out with pleasure, "Oh darling, we both needed this, I've wanted you to see what you were capable of enjoying," I gasped into her hair. "All I did was help you find the on-button, you did the rest yourself." I stopped talking and gave her a sustained pounding as we approached our big climax together again. The room filled with the sound of our grunts, cries and the slapping of my thighs on her bottom as she brought her knees back towards her shoulders to get me even deeper inside. "Fuck I'm cumming again," she was panting hard now, racing towards her big climax. "Cum over me, please, all over my body". God I wasn't expecting that, I was already starting to ejaculate when I pulled out and carried on shooting all over her tummy and breasts. Having seen how some men can produce a large volume of semen I don't regard myself as a heavy cummer, but on this occasion I let rip with lovely thick dollops, one of which reached her chin and made her giggle. I collapsed in a heap next to her and we took our time to recover from such intense coupling. We spent the rest of the day enjoying oral sex and she showed me just how much she loved having her pussy eaten. By the end of the afternoon we were exhausted and very happy. Peggy's hubby was flying home early the next morning from the US so she had plenty of time to wash the bedding and remove all traces of her infidelity. I asked if she was OK about everything we'd done. "God, yes, I just wish you could stay overnight, I'd love to wake up with you inside me." We chatted about how we both enjoyed morning sex before she giggled and asked "can we do it this again soon please?" So we did, a few weeks later, just for a few hours in the morning. Peg is worried about risking our respective relationships by meeting too often and has asked if we can meet up just once a month. We're both committed to our partners and she is hoping she can encourage her hubby to take more interest in sex. She said she's now got more confidence to try, and is under less pressure to succeed because she now has the opportunity to work off her frustration with me even if she has to wait a few weeks. We'll see how it pans out, I find her lovely to be in bed with and she's so eager to try new things. To put it crudely, she really is an exceptionally good fuck, so responsive and very open to new pleasures. I think it's because she's a normal housewife, not a swinger nor an escort, but an older woman keen to make up for lost time, that I find such a massive turn-on. We're getting together again next month, assuming her hubby's plans don't change as we only meet when he's away and not coming home that night; it's the only way Peggy can do it and not feel on edge. I feel very fortunate to have her, I don't know how long it will continue, but I couldn't wish for a more satisfying sexual partner – eager, naughty, and very sensual. Tim & Peggy Ch. 03 Peggy and I managed to get together again last week. We'd previously arranged to meet in a further month so I was very surprised to receive an excited text from her last Wednesday asking me if we could meet at hers on the Friday. She explained that John, her hubby, had to fly out to the US at short notice on business for a few days. Luckily, Friday was her day off from her part-time job at a local private school, and I was able to change my plans to suit. Peggy has only just 'crossed the line' as she calls it, and started playing outside her marriage for the first time. It's a huge step for anyone, particularly a 60yo respectable lady committed to her hubby, so understandably she can only relax enough to meet me if John is out of town. So last Friday I arrived at hers just after 9am and received another lovely warm and emotional welcome from Peggy. We excitedly caught up with our news and our thoughts over a coffee in her kitchen before the hugs took over and the sexual tension rose to a point where we knew we'd need to do something about it. Peg looked up at me as I held her close, "Tim, I think I should warn you, ..." she paused and held my gaze. In those few milliseconds my heart raced, thinking she was going to call it a day, but then she pressed her mouth to mine and slipped her tongue in to play with mine before drawing back to look at me intently, "... I'm feeling so horny," she broke off again to kiss me, "I'm ready to get really dirty today ... you can be less of a gentleman and more of a filthy bastard for me," her breathing was already ragged as she snogged me deeply and pressed her lovely full, soft tummy into my burgeoning erection. "... and that's an order," she added mischievously Oh fuck, my tummy flipped. I can't say I was completely surprised though. She's not only gained sexually confidence very quickly, but has also delighted me with her appetite to try new things. The first time we'd met for sex, we spent two consecutive days in her bed and we'd enjoyed a wide range of pleasures, much of it quite new to her. We'd been able to pace ourselves and take things slowly so that she felt comfortable and safe. When we subsequently met just for a few hours several weeks later, we'd made love tenderly and cuddled a lot. She'd confirmed what I'd suspected, that she'd needed reassuring and plain old 'comfort sex' that morning, but that she was ready to move on and experiment more with me. As Peggy took my hand and led me purposefully to the guest suite, I loved her so much for telling me she wanted to play hard and dirty today. At my request she was wearing the clothes she'd worn when we'd met in the restaurant all those months ago, plain black trousers and top, simple and elegant. Today her footwear was rather different though, instead of the black flatties and socks she'd worn the evening we met, she was wearing sexy gold mules with a 2" heel, her lovely bare feet on display and her toes painted in her favorite green/blue shade. She slipped off her mules and as I started to undress her she stopped me, took my face in her hands and told me she had a surprise for me underneath. She looked slightly concerned and said she hoped I'd approve. I thought maybe she'd be wearing some naughty undies, but no, she had on a white bra and matching big knickers, appropriate for her age but very lacy and feminine. I looked at her questioningly and she turned around slowly to present her back to me. Oh fuck, she'd gone and had a small tattoo done at the base of her spine, just above her pantyline. I was speechless for a moment, which she interpreted as horror. She turned back to face me, clearly worried that I'd thought it distasteful. I took her in my arms, cuddled her and buried my face in her hair, reassuring her how much I loved it. She sobbed with relief, shaking while she told me how she'd long wanted one and that thanks to me felt she had the confidence to go ahead and get it done. She'd wanted it to be a surprise for me and then got cold feet as I undressed her and worried I'd disapprove, "given my age," she said. I asked what her John thought. She said he'd laughed and told her that she was turning into an eccentric old lady. She added sadly that he didn't take much interest in her body and that she'd done it to see if it had any positive effect on how he viewed her. Apparently he was non-plussed by it and she then worried that I would be too. I told her straight that a discrete tattoo on a woman is a turn-on for me and in my mind signaled a free spirit and an open-mind. I urged her to slip into her mules again and turn around so I could look at it in detail. It was a tasteful, feminine design in an inverted triangle shape, about two inches across and an inch deep, the apex pointing down towards her bum cleavage. I ran my fingertips around it and lightly massaged her before reaching up her back to unclip her bra. I was so hard just thinking about enjoying her sexy body-art while buried inside her doggy style. I stood behind her and reached around to hold her neat little breasts, looking at us both in the mirror and enjoying the look and feel of her tits as I lifted and rotated them gently, rubbing my thumbs across her hardening teats. I bent my head and nuzzled her lovely wrinkled neck with my mouth and murmured into her right ear how I found her even sexier with a tattoo. I told her I'd love her to have a tiny, discrete tattoo on one of her ankles. "Oh god, don't you think that would be a bit slutty?" she gasped as I kneaded her tits a bit more firmly and gently pinched her proud nipples. "Yes, it would, but it would look so fucking sexy on you, a little subtle symbol that signified to anyone who spotted it that you were growing older disgracefully," and I pressed my hard cock into the crack of her bum. "I'd call it your dirty-bitch tattoo, a little 'fuck-off' gesture by an outwardly respectable older lady." Peggy groaned and turned her head to join her mouth to mine, but I wasn't finished. I gently broke the kiss and whispered to her that I wanted her body to be marked in a way that signified her sexual awakening. She wriggled her bum against my cock and cried, "Oh fuck, the thought of it's getting me really wet. OK ... I'll agree to it only if you help me choose a design and come with me to have it done, 'cos it will probably hurt." I turned her around to face me and held her tight. I told her that my wife was slowly coming around to the idea of getting a small hidden tattoo, only visible to the two of us. She's Welsh and would like a tiny red dragon just above her left hip. She's tried a removable tattoo as a test and we both loved it; I got so turned on looking at it while fucking her. I like the thought of her breaking a taboo and having a permanent one inked onto her mature body. As we embraced, Peg rubbed her breasts against my chest and I let my right hand wander into a leg of her panties. She raised her thigh and rubbed her knee against me, enabling me to gain better access to her crotch. God she was dripping. She rested her head on my chest and started to moan softly as I parted her labia and fingered her pussy. As her arousal built I could feel her legs were weakening so I guided her gently towards the bed. She lay on her back and raised her knees, her feet waving in the air, happily allowing me to peel off her sodden panties. She still had her mules on and I unhooked the panties as they caught on her heels. I showed her the mess in the crotch, which prompted a wicked grin on her face, "yes, Timothy my dear, I've got a complaint to make ... since you've been coming to my bed the laundry load has increased dramatically ... messed up sheets, soggy knickers, cum-stained lingerie!" We collapsed in giggles at her mock telling-off and I felt relieved that she could see the funny side of her infidelity. Sex should be fun after all. I held her as we regained our composure and gazed down at her lovely features as she smirked back at me, a thoughtful look starting to appear on her face. She kissed me long and gently, nibbled my lips with hers and murmured, "Tim, stop messing about and fuck me for god's sake." Oh jesus, my penis jumped as she offered herself up for penetration. She spread her thighs and I slipped between them and guided my cock directly to her cunt, just a few strokes of the helmet over her clit to make her pant and then straight in. I adore having her in missionary with her legs hooked behind my arms and her knees up by her ears, ankles resting on my shoulders. She does it effortlessly, no grunts or creaky joints, incredible for age. She's told me she was very athletic in her youth, used to be a runner, she still cycles, and it means she is incredibly supple. We were both gagging for it and with her cunt so exposed in this position and her pussy juices flowing out of her freely, the smell of sex was overpowering. It spurred me on even more and I gave her some of our favorite deep strokes, grazing her cervix with the swollen head of my penis. Peggy held my gaze, almost in a trance, "I love it when you bottom out inside me," she gasped, and I could tell she was starting to build towards her first big climax. She slipped off her mules so she could rub her bare feet over me; I've told her how much I love her feet and she's come to love teasing me with them. As I fucked her deeply she rested them on my hips first, then moved them round to my bum and pressed her heels into my buttocks. I wanted to handle them while fucking her so I got onto my haunches and placed my hands under her knees, gently bringing them back to the bed either side of her head. I can't imagine there are many women that can do that with such ease at 60, even my 54yo wife has trouble with it. I love the position; it opens up the vagina so wide and points the feet right up in the air, exposing the soles. I adore playing with a woman's feet, especially while fucking her so deeply. Peg has gorgeous dainty feet, beautifully manicured, and I loved watching her toes curl in towards her soles as she tensed with a succession of little tremors. She groaned as I sucked on each set of toes while giving her deep slow strokes of my penis. It turned her on too and she started begging me to give it to her harder and faster. I was happy to oblige and we both went for it noisily. I hadn't ejaculated since the previous weekend and I knew that Peg's big orgasm now building would inevitably trigger my own; I love seeing and feeling a woman climax so much on the first fuck that it often has that effect on me. Before she lost it I asked her where she would like me to cum, inside her or over her. "Oh fuck, over me ... please ... I want to feel your warm cum on my body again," and with that she cried loudly with her climax, her vagina starting to spasm and squeeze my cock. I pulled out and splattered semen over her, aiming for her tits and her neck, but managing to get some on her face in the process. Oh sweet Jesus, what a gorgeous mess. She watched me ejaculate, wide-eyed in her delight, wailing as I decorated her with gloopy cum. Fuck, it wasn't only the mess, we both made an awful lot of noise too. It was just the sort of quick and dirty fuck we both needed so badly having been apart for a while. Peg, like me, is extremely vocal when she's rutting so thank goodness her house is detached. "Oh baby," I gasped, utterly spent after such a forceful climax, "that's called a pearl necklace my sweet." I lay next to her and held her as she started to come down from her own. "Oh Tim, my darling, thank you, I don't think I could go out wearing it though," she giggled. As I got my breath back I told her that some women liked wearing their man's cum in public, that they got turned on by being 'marked' by their lover. "hmmm, I think I might pass on that, you'll have marked me sufficiently with that ankle tattoo you've persuaded me to have," she giggled again, "oooh your cum is going cold on me, will you lick it off before it dries please". "Only if you share it with me," I quipped. "Oh fuck, yes," I licked up the first group of cum splatter, collected it in my mouth and moved up her body to snowball it with her. We snogged and I passed the little nut of cum into her warm mouth. She swallowed it and moaned back at me, a tiny bead of cum at the corner of her mouth. Fuck what a sight, so utterly horny, such an intimate act but so dirty too. "OK?" I asked softly. Peg nodded, she wiped the bead into her mouth with a dainty little finger and giggled. "More please," she teased, her eyes wide with lust. Fuck, it was such a ladylike gesture, she could have been at a tea party, discretely removing cake crumbs from her face. But here she was, naked, looking well fucked and splattered with my cum, asking for another snowball. My mind worked overtime processing the parallel imagery of whore and lady. "Oh baby, there's more where that came from," I cooed and proceeded to feed her more with my mouth. I deliberately took my time, and with the final snowball we swapped it several times between our mouths while I reached down and played with her clit. She soon climaxed again and her own mess leaked out all over my fingers, which I placed one by one in her mouth to add to the cocktail. She was spent, and was already drifting off as I grabbed the duvet and pulled it over us. We woke just before lunchtime and snuggled into each other. She turned to me and asked sleepily if I always unloaded so heavily. I told her it mainly depended on how long since I'd last cum. I told that the ejaculation she'd just experienced was almost a week's worth and heavier than usual because I'd been so turned on at the sight of making such a mess over her body. She said I was the first man to ever cum all over her and that she'd relived the first time I'd done it those few weeks earlier and masturbated a lot while thinking back to it. She added that she couldn't believe how dirty and yet so good it felt, sharing our body fluids in that way. I told her I got hugely turned on by the mess of sex, loved seeing her body splattered with it, but equally loved inseminating her and cleaning up after. She looked at me, giggled and kissed me wetly, "Tim, you're quite an enigma, I've never met anyone like you in my life before," "What do you mean?" I kissed her back. "Well ... you're ... such ... a ...nice, charming ..." she separated her words with kisses, "... gentleman ... on the ... surface ... but ... so... utterly filthy underneath," "You have a problem with that?" I teased, smiling at her, "Oh fuck no, I want you to show me just how kinky and naughty you can be," she sighed, and she reached down for my cock, teasing him into renewed hardness, "I want you to take me further and show me really dirty things." She felt him twitch in her hand and giggled. She pressed me a little to share some of the naughtier things I've done on my journey of discovery. Peg knows I enjoy playing with couples and she was very inquisitive about the forms of play I'd experienced. I'd gone prepared and taken my laptop with me so I asked her if she was ready to see some of my deeply private filth. She urged me on and we lay next to each other as I delved into my hidden files and showed her the pictures and movie clips taken during some of my play sessions. She was blown away by them and watched in awe. They are pretty filthy images, they show me playing with pussy and cock, fucking, being fucked, cum swapping, enjoying sloppy seconds, toys, and virtually everything two bi men and a horny woman can do together. We played with each other while watching them, and I noticed she got even wetter and more vocal when she saw a movie clip of me having sex with the hubby of the couple. In one particularly dirty clip, he was fucking me on my back, while his wife was sat on my face climaxing noisily while wanking me and snogging her hubby. I another clip, I was underneath the wife 69ing with her while her hubby fucked her from behind, his balls bouncing into my face. Peg orgasmed again on my fingers, her eyes wide open as she watched the powerful images on the screen, and gushed over my hand. "Fucking hell Tim, I've watched that sort of stuff on the web but not someone I actually know," I must have had a look of concern on my face, worried that I'd pushed her too far, but she spotted it and grabbed my face with both hands, snogging me deeply. She broke the kiss and looked at me intently, "Oh baby, oh you wonderfully filthy man, I'm so glad I know you," and wrapped herself around me. Then she interrogated me with a raft of questions ... how had it all started, how did I meet other likeminded people, what were they like, how often did I play, what was the kinkiest thing I'd done? I answered them all fully while playing with her very receptive pussy and as I added more juicy details about my experiences she got more and more aroused and slipped into a multi-orgasmic state. She confessed to finding gay and bisexual male porn on the internet a huge source of enjoyment, and she told me that many of her fantasies involve man-to-man sex. I told her that we could bring another man into her bed if she wanted that, and that I was happy to arrange it. "Oh my god ... yes ... yes," she cried and shook, and I lost her again. As she calmed down she looked at me and asked, very quietly, "would you be happy to share me with another man?" "Yes, of course, nothing would give me greater pleasure, seeing you being filled at both ends ... and much more besides." "Oh baby, oh Tim, oh my darling, I want that so much, I want that with you ... oooooooh... all that cock, all that cum, and you sharing it with me ... oh fuck," Peg was off again, my hand buried in her crotch as she climaxed once more. As she came down slowly off her high, I decided to open up further and told her about my activity on Literotica, warning her that my stories are very explicit and detailed, often a bit clinical. I showed her my profile and added rather tentatively that I'd written a story about the pair of us meeting up, but reassured her I'd not used her name, nor location details. God it was like I'd fanned a fire, she climaxed hard again, this time with her own fingers. She insisted I read a couple of my stories aloud, including our Tim & Peggy story. As I read, she stroked me back to hardness and promptly sat on me, my cock buried deep inside her as she orgasmed again, using my cock as if it were a dildo. Fuck, what a morning and what stamina she had. She urged me to write the next chapter and was so excited that our story is out there for others to enjoy. Peggy really is amazing for 60. That Friday morning she showed me just how multi-orgasmic she is, with an open-minded zest for life and, to my delight, a healthy appetite for sex. But by now we both had an appetite for something else ... food! Donning a robe each we padded into the kitchen and prepared some soup and bread and fresh fruit. As we sat next to each other at her kitchen bar and chatted, Peggy rested her head on my shoulder and squeezed my arm, "can I ask a personal question?" I giggled and teased her, "we've just performed the most intimate acts and you've seen me in movies, warts and all, and now you're asking personal questions?" We both burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all. She struggled to find her words, "well, what I'm trying to ask, is how what we've just enjoyed compares with what you and your wife enjoy." She stumbled again, "it's just that ... well, I don't have anything to compare it to ... I've never had anything like it before ... I can't believe this is ... well, normal?" She buried her face in her hands, "oh god, no, don't answer that, I shouldn't be asking you." I shushed her, put my arm around her and explained the sex I had at home was different, simply because of familiarity with each other, but was just as intense and pleasurable. I told her again how my sex-life at home had changed for the better over the past couple of years and offered my theories behind it. I told her there was no such thing as 'normal' when it came to something as personal as sex, that it was simply about what worked in any given relationship. We discussed at length how she might re-invigorate her own sex-life with John but eventually she squeezed my hand, turned to me and buried her face in my chest. Tim & Peggy Ch. 03 "Take me back to bed now," she murmured into me, her warm breath on my bare skin, "I want you to eat my pussy." I decided to tease her, "I prefer to eat pussy after it's been filled with cum, and if you remember you insisted I splattered your body rather than your insides this morning." Peg looked at me with a dirty grin, "what do you suggest we do about that then?" reaching down and stroking my hardening penis through the gap in my loosely tied robe. "Come with me and I'll show you," taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. I closed the bedroom door behind us and briefly took in the smell; the room reeked of sex from our morning. Like a drug it gave me an instant high and turned me on hugely. I pulled her to me and snogged her hard. Breaking the kiss, I murmured into her ear, "I'm going to show you what happens to a dirty bitch that likes having her man's cum all over her tits." "Oh fuck, yes please," she gasped, signaling that she was ready to play my game and be a little bit submissive. She groaned as I undid her robe and slipped it off her smooth shoulders. I took in her lovely ripe body, her rounded tummy and the slight sag in her breasts, the soft little wrinkles in her cleavage and the crepey skin on her arms. My adoring gaze traveled on down her lovely legs to her dainty little feet. I realized I wanted to buy her the gift of a discrete little gold anklet and that I'd need to tell her about its significance in the swinging lifestyle. The thought made me harder under my robe, and I placed my hands either side of her expectant face and kissed her hard. I broke away and spoke quietly and firmly into her ear, "would you like to be my filthy cum-slut this afternoon?" She took a sharp intake of breath and reached for my hard cock, "yes, yes, I do, I want to be used hard ... oh honey, fuck me senseless," "Baby, I want you kneeling on the bed for me," I demanded, "face towards the mirrors." The room had mirrored wardrobe doors, perfect for watching ourselves fuck in, but we hadn't used them yet for that purpose. "Oh fuck, I love this position," she cried as she got onto the bed and happily presented her bottom to me, everything on display and showing she was content to be submissive. I grabbed two pillows and slipped them under her tummy, her body now positioned comfortably and so ready for being used hard. I got onto the bed and knelt behind her, fingered her vulva to check she was ready, then guided my cock into her open hole. God she was wet and her fanny farted loudly as I entered her halfway. She apologized but I reassured her I loved her doing it, that she was helpless to prevent them in that position and how I loved hearing and feeling them. I managed to get the position right so that her cunt squelched and farted several times as I worked my cock in and out of her hole. I wanted her to know it turned me on so much, hearing her body respond naturally in that way. Any worries I might have had that I was using her for my own pleasure were soon dispelled, as she moaned heavily and pushed her full bottom back into my hips to get more cock inside her. She spread her knees and lowered her hips a little to get the height right and I slid all the way into her wet cunt. She had her head in the duvet, gripping the bedding tightly in her hands as I used her body, "Oh god Tim, fuck me hard, really fucking deep and hard pleeeeese". She was so ready for a hard pounding, her cunt so sloppy. I held her hips and pulled her body on and off my cock, really using her. Her new tattoo looked utterly gorgeous, acting as a little marker sign to the centre of our pleasure. I followed its direction towards her lovely full bottom, rippling in time to my thrusts as she bounced off my tummy. I moved my hands to her ass and gently parted her cheeks to expose her lovely wrinkled anus and underneath, the incredibly erotic sight of my erection sliding between her slick labia. "Oh honey, fuck me hard, really hard, just empty yourself into me ... aaah ...fuck!" Peggy was shouting the words out, and I urged her to get up onto her hands so I could enjoy the sight of her tits dangling. Bless her, she was losing it rapidly but still had just enough awareness to comply and I could tell she loved the sight of us fuck in front of the mirrors just as much as I did. "Oh Peg, look at your gorgeous tits bouncing around," I gasped. "They're too saggy," she started to be self critical so I gave her some hard and fast thrusts to divert her, causing them to bounce around even more. I love her tits, especially like this. She gasped loudly, struggling to catch her breath, "... fuck that's so naughty ... oh ... fuck ... don't stop, bang my fucking brains out," she panted. What really tipped me over the edge was seeing how she got even more frantic when I pulled her hair as I thrust in and out of her. Oh god, that view will live with me for ever, holding her soft blonde/grey hair at her neck and pulling her head back with my left hand, holding her right foot with my other hand, and pounding the living daylights out of her. We were both beside ourselves with lust and Peg cried out loud as I told her what a filthy whore she was being fucked so hard in that position. We both gazed at our reflection in the mirrors, our arousal at its peek at the sight and sound of us fucking like animals. Peg was so much louder than I'd heard her before, begging for my cum and telling me what a dirty fucker I was, "oh fuck ... oh you bastard, fill me with cum ... I want your filthy cum in my cunt". Knowing I was about to erupt I looked down for one final time at her cunt stretched wetly around my cock. Fuck what a sight, she was so creamy with her own release and white flecks of it were dripping onto the duvet and making a mess. Jesus, the noise of her pussy squelching with my strokes was such a massive turn-on. I looked down at her tattoo and realized how far she'd traveled in just a few months. "Peg, I'm going to cum, oh Christ!" "Yes, yes, yes ... oh honey, cum inside me ... make a mess in my cunt," That did it, her filthy language triggered my climax and I thrust into her, balls deep, feeling the warm release burble into her depths. There probably wasn't much semen but the feeling was no less intense for me. She gasped that she felt it filling her insides, before collapsing under her own final orgasm. The bed was such a mess and we fell into a heap. Thankfully neither of us was completely spent, just very happy and satisfied. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide apart and hid her face with her arms, groaning loudly. I urged her to lift her bum off the bed to allow me to slip a pillow underneath her, then got myself into position between her legs to start examining and eating her raised pussy. I checked she was warm and comfy and we spent the rest of the afternoon like that, or variations of it, and I introduced Peggy to my version of prolonged cunnilingus. She participated enthusiastically, loving how I enjoyed eating my cum out of her pussy and sharing it with her in a couple more snowballs. By the time we finished, her pussy was squeaky clean and her clit was a bit tender and we were both totally shattered. We cuddled up together under the duvet and fell asleep for an hour. We woke slowly, snuggled close and had a long chat about ourselves. She told me again how much her eyes have been opened towards sex, how she can't believe this has happened to her at 60, and how she has surprised herself at being able to deal with it and not feel guilty with her hubby. She said she never imagined using such filthy language during sex, nor be ready to be submissive, but finds it such a turn-on. I told her that in my experience as we get older, we lose some of our inhibitions, and maybe it's all to do with the freedom of an empty nest, the absence of pregnancy risk, and the lack of dependent children. That's how my wife and I see it. Peg said that whatever the changes were due to, she intended to make the most of her newfound sexual confidence, provided I was with her to hold her hand. She reassured me again that she doesn't want any sort of affair, that she still loves her hubby and the companionship he provides, but that she just wants fulfilling sex, something he's no longer interested in. I'm very relieved that Peggy and I seem to be of a similar mind; we both have a big appetite for sex and find we can compartmentalize our lives to allow us to explore the pleasures. As we said our goodbyes, Peggy held me close and urged me again to write the next chapter in our story for Literotica. Then she blushed, snuggled into me and said, "and I want you to include something else in your story," "mmmmmm" I gently planted little soft kisses on her eyelids, "tell me darling what you'd like me to write," Peg looked up at me, blushed even deeper and murmured in my ear, "I want you to tell the readers something you'd like us to share and enjoy together based on those filthy movie clips you showed me." I groaned into her ear, "Oh baby, shouldn't we discuss it first ..." She cut me off, "no ... no, I've thought about it ... it would be such a turn-on to read it once it's been published, and anyway I trust your judgment completely," she kissed me and hugged me tightly. We cherished our last hug and I left. Fucking hell, I hadn't seen that one coming. I emailed her a couple of days later and asked if she was sure, and that I was happy to bounce some ideas off her first. I fully expected her to have got cold feet and that she'd ask me to scrap the idea or at least share some thoughts with her before publication. "No," she replied, "go for it, tell me when it's published, I can't wait." So, here goes, this is what I'd like to do ... Over the past few years I've played with couples, I've enjoyed 3-somes, 4-somes, gangbangs and explored my bisexuality. But what I've long wanted to do is visit a swingers club. Not just any old club, but a well-appointed place frequented by nice couples and selected singles who are open-minded and not cliquey. I don't want to go on my own, I'd like to take a responsive and playful lady with me, where we could play in whatever way takes our fancy with likeminded people. If you're reading this Peggy my darling and you haven't fallen off your chair already, would you like to be that responsive and playful lady? I've done my homework and spoken to some people who I've played with in the past and who have been to a rather special club near Birmingham. I trust their judgment and they recommend it highly as a lovely club for first-timers. It's a safe environment, lives up to its expectations and receives more good reviews that any other club in the UK. Oh, and one more thing ... I'd like us to attend one of their 'Bi-nights'. Before you decide how to answer, I recommend we invite a bi-couple I know and have played with several times, to spend a naughty daytime with us so you can get your feet wet (sorry, pun intended) in your own environment. Then you'll be better prepared when we visit the club. Darling, you know I'll look after you and hold your hand, but if this is too much, please say. You know me well enough that I shan't be offended. Peg, once I hit the 'submit' button and this goes to Literotica I can't stop it. I know you're looking out for it, please message me once you've read and digested it. I shall be waiting with bated breath my sweet. In the meantime, this is what happened when I got home, just so you know that I'm completely committed to my lovely wife - I know you worry about that, but there's really no need. T xxx Later that Friday: When I got home on Friday afternoon from Peggy's I was still pretty wired for sex. Don't ask me how, I gave up trying to analyze my sexual response ages ago, it makes no sense given how Peggy had drained me that day. Going off for extra-curricular sex always affects me that way and I return to the fold very needy, emotionally and physically. It's most likely a guilt thing. On Friday evening my wife and I were sat in front of the television, bathed and in our robes, cuddling on the sofa and watching a rom-com movie. My wife loves them and they put her in a wonderfully relaxed and loving frame of mind. I know from experience that it invariably results in us both getting very horny and, true to form, as we got into the movie she snuggled into me and slid a hand into my robe to play with my hardening cock. As we started making out she whispered to me that she wanted me to take a little yellow tablet as she calls them, ie, Cialis. That's her way of saying that she wants a weekend of sex. I'd already taken one that morning in readiness for Peggy so didn't need anymore, but of course I slipped away and pretended to take a tab. Somehow we managed to see the movie through to the end; she later teased me in bed that she'd wanted us to go to bed ages before it ended but that I'd insisted on seeing it through. She enjoys teasing me, especially where sex is concerned, and when we finally went to bed she told me that I'd deprived her and needed to make amends. It was 1am, I'd expected her to go straight to sleep after a tiring week but she wrapped her limbs around me, snuggled up and groaned in my ear, "oh fuck, sort me out please". It's unusual for us to have sex late at night, we're normally too tired but little did I know what a precursor it was to be for the whole weekend. We exhausted ourselves with urgent but very intimate lovemaking, no foreplay, we were both so needy, and fell asleep in each other's arms after climaxing together. Early on Saturday I woke with a wonderfully hard penis - Cialis gives me an incredible morning erection the day after I've taken a tab. I was stroking it, imagining what we'd do with it, feeling a lovely warm sense of anticipation when my wife stirred next to me, reached out a hand behind her and groaned when she felt my hardness. She rolled onto her back and gently pulled me onto her, reaching down and guiding me into her. She was so warm and sleepy and clearly in need of cock. I love it so much when she takes the initiative, and she's doing that much more these days. She was sopping wet and again, with no foreplay, she guided me into her lovely warm messy pussy. I love feeling her 'sort herself out' as I call it - she basically peels her labia apart so they don't get pulled in by my erection. She sometimes (as on this occasion) leaves her fingers down there, as she likes to feel me enter her, using her fingertips as additional touch sensors. I entered her ever so slowly, teasing her entrance with short strokes, avoiding the deep penetration I knew she wanted. She looked at me with mischief written over her face, "I'm in charge," she said. Oh fuck, it's a game we've recently started playing, teasing each other and deliberately passing control of our fucking between ourselves. I never refuse when she wants to take charge; I've waited all my marriage for her to take more of a lead in sex and I'm so pleased she now has the desire, the confidence and the imagination to do it. It's completely transformed our sex-life over the past year, and particularly since Christmas. She gently grasped my penis and drew me out of her slowly, then proceeded to use it like a wand, rubbing my helmet over her clit and up and down the length of her entrance. I can't find the words to describe the experience, it drives us both potty with desire. It gets her juices flowing copiously, it's like a valve opens inside her. She's very adept at it too, keeping my foreskin peeled back because she knows what that does to me, my exposed mushroom head being wiped to and fro along her silky soft labia. She looked intently at me, her pupils wide open, her face flushed and lips slightly parted, emitting soft groans. "I'll decide when you go deep", she said breathlessly, just about managing to retain control. She teased me further and allowed me to enter her a couple of inches before putting her hands on my tummy to halt further penetration. Then she used her pelvic muscles to squeeze my glans ... god almighty ... I think she must have been practicing because I can't remember such fine control. She was really spinning this out, deliberately building us both up to a really hard primal fuck. I had barely half of my length inside her, and she was squeezing me softly and rhythmically with her vagina. She has perfected the technique over the past month and the sensations it gives us both are utterly mind-blowing. For me it feels as if she has a soft, wet elastic ring that flicks back and forward over the rim of my helmet. If I keep my penis in position and don't move, we can both feel, even hear, the soft 'click' as her muscle ring flicks over my ridge and massages my glans. When she senses I need to move, she squeezes a bit tighter and maintains the squeeze while I move my penis in and out by a tiny amount; it's enough for my foreskin to flip back and forward over the glans and it feels gorgeous. For her, she tells me she can feel the shape of my penis head inside her and loves the effect her 'milking' has on me. She drove me insane doing it early that Saturday morning, then she delivered her final little shot of pleasure, reaching up to pinch my nipples and rolling them both between her fingers. I was desperate to enter her deep and after a few minutes of nipple play she granted me total entry, relaxed her muscles and begged me to fuck her hard. Oh sweet Jesus, we were both possessed with lust, I gave her such a pounding. We both love deep penetration and I could feel the sloppy residue of the previous load I'd left inside her a few hours earlier. When I told her that she went crazy and climaxed. We held onto each other for dear life and fucked ourselves senseless. God knows what the neighbors must have heard, but we were past caring. My wife climaxed several times while I somehow maintained a relentless assault on her, our bodies slapping loudly together as we coupled like animals. Sensing I was starting to tire, she cried out for me to fill her with cum. When she says that it's like flicking a switch inside me and I unload almost instantly, splattering the walls of her vagina with warm sticky semen. We lay joined together, exhausted, amazed at the sheer intensity of what had just happened. I slowly came to, got myself together and somehow made it downstairs to make a cuppa for us both. We sat in bed drinking coffee and eating chocolate - at my wife's urging we now keep a bag of chocolate buttons in her bedside cabinet for post-coital energy. We snuggled and talked about sex, both of us amazed but happy we've got so into it at this time in our lives. I told I fancy her more than ever, that as she gets older I find I'm even more turned on by her body, and especially by her increased libido. She reminded me it's been almost 6 weeks since she had a period and that we should make hay while the sun shines, before she gets struck down again, given how unpredictable her cycle is during her menopause. Revived by the coffee and chocolate we started making out again, and she soon urged me down below to eat her out and clean up her very messy pussy. My cum was running out of her and making a small puddle on the sheet. She got up on her elbows and watched me scoop more cum out of her and feed it to myself. I heard her murmur to herself "so horny, so fucking dirty" before lying back to groan loudly and press my head into her crotch. Our combined fluids tasted gorgeous and I loved hearing her excitement build. She got noisier and her hips started to buck wildly as she entered her orgasmic state. She had a succession of little tremors before she simply had to give in to the most intense climax, the really huge, noisy, violent one, and it wiped her out. I wrapped us up in the duvet and in minutes we were sound asleep. Tim & Peggy Ch. 03 We must have slept for an hour or so, and it was 11am as we came to. I imagined that would be it for our morning delight, and set about thinking of what the day had in store. My wife soon made it clear she wasn't finished. Oh god, she was insatiable. She came and sat on me, played with my hardening cock and told me she wanted us to go downstairs together and share a shower in our wet room. We padded down in our robes, I prepared the shower for temp and water flow while she pee'd, and then we got under the shower. It was wonderful, we've not had it long and have only shared it once before as we prefer sharing a bath. But this time I knew she wanted to try new things in the shower. We soaped each other, we cuddled under the warm deluge shower and then she did something that she hasn't done in years - she knelt in front of me and took my erection into her warm mouth. She didn't fellate me for long, but it was gorgeous, and she concentrated on just the head of my penis. I was soon lovely and hard and she told me she wanted to fuck so I persuaded her to face away from me and lean against the shower wall. She knew what I wanted and spread her feet apart so I could maneuver behind her and guide my cock into her pussy. It took several attempts to get it right, we're very rusty in that position but it was worth persevering. We both loved it, neither of us came but it worked us up wonderfully. She wanted to be in control next and pushed me out of her gently, turned to face me and pulled my head down so that I could suck on her nipples. She was getting heavily turned on and breathlessly begged me to sit on the floor, then stood over me and straddled my upturned head so I could eat her again. We've never done that in a shower before and it was utterly mind-blowing. Despite warm water cascading down over us both, I could still taste her juices flowing into my mouth as I lapped greedily at her. She braced herself with one hand against the shower wall and the other hand pressing the back of my head and pressing my face into her gash. She brought herself off on my mouth, having first one orgasm and then lots of smaller aftershocks, sobbing uncontrollably. Once she'd recovered, she wrapped herself around me and asked if we could dry each other and then go back to bed, "that shower fuck was lovely but I really need you properly inside me again," she panted. We scampered up to the bedroom, wet footprints everywhere, and tumbled into bed. She lay on her back and held her legs wide apart for me to enter her immediately. I gave her lovely firm deep strokes, full length, balls against her bum, loving the feel of her gaping and very sloppy vagina. I knew I could carry on for a while longer so I told her I wanted her on top of me. Sometimes she refuses, preferring to be submissive and take a good hard seeing-to, but this time I knew she'd want to assume control again. We swiftly changed positions, she straddled me and did what I absolutely adore, she was such a minx and it turned us both on so much. She placed her hands on my chest, told me to not to touch her with my hands - she knew all I want to do was to cup her hanging breasts - and then she deftly positioned her vagina over the tip of my erection and ever so slowly lowered herself onto me. No hands, just genital contact. It only works if I'm rampant and she's gaping and sloppy. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. She proceeded to use me like a living sex machine, draping her breasts across my face so I could tease her nipples with my mouth. I do sometimes wonder where she's learnt these things! It wasn't long before we were both losing control, she begged me to put my hands on her bum and hold her while thrusting up hard to meet her. She relaxed and laid on top of me and I cradling her while she had a succession of small orgasms. It was gorgeous but we both knew we wanted to climax finally with me on top of her again. Back to missionary, our favorite, I gave her another deep pounding and we both climaxed together, wonderfully, noisily, messily. God almighty. We eventually surfaced in the early afternoon, got dressed, and made a light lunch together and ate like zombies. Saturday night we went to bed early and just cuddled, then early Sunday morning we were back to being rabbits again, though a bit less intense. We live near a church and love Sunday morning sex while the church bells ring and the godly are arriving to worship. We joke that we much prefer our own form of worship and can't imagine why church would take precedence over sex on a Sunday morning. That evening my wife had a call from her older sister, the spinster. I could tell she'd asked my wife what we'd done over the weekend, and I could see her blushing and fumbling slightly for an answer. She recovered herself quickly but I enjoyed teasing her about it afterwards! I'm loving this time of life, I'm having the most amazing sexual experiences I never thought possible just a few years ago. I read a news article just yesterday that reported on research into the frequency of sex among couples in their 30's and 40's. Apparently it is getting less, sex is a lower priority for many, and couples are too tired from the demands of busy lives. Well that's hardly surprising if my experience is anything to go by. But what wasn't reported, possibly not even researched, was that many of us in our 50s, 60's and older are re-inventing our sex lives. Some of us are discovering that with age comes an enjoyment of intense sex, even dirty sex, in many different forms. We find we have a capacity to be imaginative in the bedroom that we never knew existed. There's little doubt in my mind, based on my own experience and that of many lovely people I've met, that 'sex for seniors' is a growth area in our aging societies.