Edwina lay on the bed in sheer white panties and bra, they were a wonderful contrast to her bronze colored body.
"You're a little later than usual Jimmy" Edwina said to me.
"I had a last minute service call, did I keep you waiting long love?"
"No, I took a short nap. Now finish undressing and dance with me." Edwina said with a smile and signaling me to the bed with her bending finger.
I knelt on the bed, kissing her softly, then holding her forward I unsnapped and removed her bra, after laying her back I slowly slid her panties down, patting her on the hip to raise up. I loved these panties, I could see through them, her tender little slit pouting and desiring to be touched, her salt and pepper bush, more salt than pepper these days, and the gentle protrusion of her mons. Pussies that stuck out a little beyond normal at the mons were always my downfall. Seeing a woman in slacks or jeans that looked like she had a bar of soap on her pussy was an automatic hardon in my younger days.
I tossed her panties on the chair with the rest of her clothes, leaned over, smelled the musky scent in her bush, gave her pussy lips a kiss and lay down beside her. "You're such a good boy Jimmie, you take good care of me."
"My pleasure. What kind of dance would you like today my love?"
"Mmmm, my bones are a little achy today, let's start out with a waltz."
I lay on top, kissed her a few more times, crawled into the saddle and gently slid my cock into her tiny waiting pussy. She took it all in one stroke, as she usually did, raising her hips a bit to help things along. There wasn't much foreplay anymore if we were only interested in an afternoon delight, we both knew why we were there and after sweet talk and some cuddling we generally got right to it. Not to say there was no foreplay anymore. If we were planning an evening interlude we'd tease until each one was ready to pounce on the other. Munching cunt and sucking were nearly always on the menu for evenings or weekends like that.
I slowly sawed in and out of her sweet love tunnel, she wasn't super tight anymore, but then at the age of 61 what married woman is? However, she wasn't sloppy either, far from it, we fit well together. My 6" was wide and plenty for her, her small pussy hugged my cock just fine, it seemed we were made to fit each other.
She sighed, "Jimmie I love your cock, Humphrey was good, but he was never as good as you, you make old Ed feel twenty years younger. Tell me you'll dance with me until I can't dance anymore?"
"Yes Ed, as long as you can take it, I'll give it."
Edwina called love making her dance, she and her late husband had used that terminology around their kids and guests if they wanted to signal to the other that sex was on the menu for that night. I simply adopted her phrase and still use it. A waltz is a nice slow pace, a foxtrot was a bit faster, then the jitterbug, followed by, let's rock and roll. Ed couldn't start with rock and roll much anymore, but she sure as hell jitterbugged with great enthusiasm and we always seemed to end a jitterbug session rocking and rolling. One of the things Ed did that turned me on to no end was talk during sex. It wasn't always "naughty" talk, usually just endearing statements.
"Jimmy, this feels so nice, I'm a lucky lady to have such a good lover at my age. I wish I could do you more than 2 or 3 times a week, but these old bones ache more than they used to. Now that you've gotten my little buttercup loosened up and wet, I think it's time to jitterbug."
I kicked into gear and started pumping faster, going deeper and using the full length of my cock.
"Mm,hmm, all of it Jimmie, Ed needs all of it today. Fill that tiny pussy with your cock baby."
When I made love to her like this Ed would wrap her arms around me and hold on for dear life. Letting out a soft grunt, moan or squeal with nearly every stroke.
"Jimmie, I'm almost there, are you ready baby?"
She knew my body all too well, she could feel my cock thickening and starting to lengthen ever so slightly. "Go ahead Ed, I'm right there with you."
I'd like to say we exploded all over the place, our bodies convulsing, spasming, and our voices howling, but we didn't. Edwina's breathing stopped, body tensed, her hips raised, and her tummy quivered like it always did, combined with moans and sighs. Words like, "oh my, yes, yes, that's so good Jimmie."
I would drive into her as hard and as deep as I could get my pecker, arch my back trying to force it further, have my pelvis as tight to hers as possible and groan from somewhere deep in my loins, shooting everything my body had to offer into her tiny little vagina. Edwina said I sounded like a water buffalo stuck in a quagmire.
This is how we came much of the time, regardless of position, and if we got each other off orally, instead of making love, we'd simply lay in one another's arms and drift off to sleep. Today with my cock still in her and her tiny arms around my neck I rolled onto my back with her on top so we could cuddle, catch our breath, and kiss. She loved to kiss and talk after sex.
As we lay there she whispered in my ear, "Jimmie, I'm not gonna take a bath tonight. I'm going to put my tightest panties on and sleep with your cum in my belly. I'm much too old to get pregnant, but I'd like to pretend I can, with your baby up inside my tummy."
As my cock instantly stood at attention again she smiled and sat up, impaling herself on it.
"Edwina you little slut, you knew you were going to make me hard with talk like that."
Giggling she smirked, "I was counting on it, and just so we're clear, I'm YOUR bedroom slut Jimmie, no one touches between my legs but you. With that settled you need to get moving and put another thick load into this old lady's pussy."
I didn't need any more encouragement, we started out in foxtrot mode and quickly escalated to the jitterbug before we pushed each other over the edge a second time. As we lay recovering I told her how pleased I was to have her laying next to me for the rest of our lives.
