An Affair with an Older Woman

"There was a beauty living on the edge of town. She always put the top up and the hammer down and she taught me everything I'll ever know about the mystery and the muscle of love..." (Meatloaf)

She was married, and he was 10 years younger, just five years out of college. They met when he coached her oldest daughter in youth league softball.

Some of the parents were nice, some were chatty, and some barely gave their daughter's coaches the time of day. She, however, was nice and chatty. And she was a shameless flirt.

"If I were going to have an affair with a married woman, she would be the one," he said to his friend, an assistant coach he had gone to high school with.

They watched her walk away from the field. She was svelte, with dark, tanned skin, a killer smile, pretty eyes, and a fun personality. "Yep. She is incredibly hot. My goodness. And she's an incredible fantasy. I cannot stop thinking about her whenever she talks to me after a game."

A couple of weeks later, she approached him as a practice ended. "I hear you play tennis."

"That I do. Do you?"

"Yes. Would you like to play with me some time?" she asked, smiling, never breaking eye contact. He looked at her, trying to decide how to answer. He played it safe.

"I think that would fun. How about tomorrow? I don't have to do anything for work until three."

"OK. There's a place I want to play that's near an ice cream shop. We'll stop there after. Meet me at the commuter lot. 9:30?"

The next morning at the parking lot, he was anxious and early. She pulled in in a red sports car. "C'mon. Get in. Let's go play."

She drove them 20 minutes out of town, switching gears often, and brushing his leg with her fingers each time. On the court, at the ice cream shop, she flirted mercilessly. He did his best to stay cool, but he was sure he couldn't hide how he was feeling.

On the ride back, she continued touching his leg, longer each time. In the lot, she squeezed his knee and caressed his thigh. He was hard again.

"The kids are gone by 845 in the morning. Call me. Maybe we can play again."

"OK. I'd like that. Talk to you then." As he turned to leave, she grabbed his wrist. When he turned, she kissed his cheek. "Thanks for a wonderful morning."

He lingered, wishing he could move, to respond in some way. But they were back in their town, in broad daylight. "You're welcome. And thanks for the ice cream."

She licked her lips and smiled. I believe I did it, she thought. She hoped, actually. She had gotten very needy, and she needed someone to satisfy her in every sexual position she could think of. Any in any place she wanted.

As she watched him get into his car, she touched herself. Oh you, I have to have, she thought. She stuck a finger in her pussy for a few seconds, then licked it off before touching shift.

"This is how I'll handle him tomorrow," she said out loud and giggling as she drove away.

The next day, he woke all excited, quite hard, actually. He touched himself, whispered her name over and over, and stopped right at the edge. Can I do this, he thought. Can I break that commandment. "I guess I'll find out soon," he said to noone.

Anxious and a little sweaty, he ate a quick breakfast. Oh how cool this could be, he thought. At one second past 845, he dialed the phone.

"Is it you?" she asked, answering on the first ring.

"Yes. Good morning. It's going to be a rainy today. Know what that means?"

"Yes." she said. "No tennis. But we can still play, can't we?"

"How? What do you mean?" Was it what he thought?

There was a pause. "Your coach friend told me what you said to him about me."

Now he paused. "Oh." He paused again. He was blushing. He could feel it, and he was so embarrassed. "Um, he shouldn't have told you that." OMG. How much did he tell her, exactly, he wondered. They had talked about her more than once since that first confession he made.

"Oh, but he did. And I'm glad. Didn't you have fun yesterday? Didn't you like my driving?"

"Yes, and yes. But..."

"But what?" she asked.

"You're married. I don't know if..."

"You said you would pick me. So put your money where your mouth is and come over here." Then the line went dead.

He was in the car within a minute, debating with himself each mile, about what he doing. He had been with only one other woman, and he knew she wasn't as experienced as this hot mom. What if I'm no good, he thought. Or I can get it up for some strange reason?

When he got to her house, the garage door was open and she beckoned him inside. As he exited the car, the big door rumbled shut. She stood in the entranceway into the house. He sprang up the steps to her, and she leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips. His brief fear about not getting hard evaporated.

She took his hand, led him through the family room to the bottom of the stairs, turned, and kissed him again, harder and longer. Bashfully, she grinned at him. He nodded and they went up into the room she shared with her husband. At the foot of the bed, she faced him.

"Do you know why I was touching your leg in the car yesterday every chance I got?"

He shook his head while staring deeply into her eyes. He was breathing noticeably quicker.

She took both his hands, wrapped her fingers in his, and held them chest level between their bodies. Her breath had quickened, too.

"I wanted to see if I could get you," and without breaking her gaze, she added, "Did I? Did I get you?" She bit her bottom lip, slowly lifted his hand to her mouth, and rubbed her lips on his fingers.

"Do I have you?"

"Yes," he whispered, wondering where his voice had gone.

"Can I have you? Now? Please?" She gave him a peck on one cheek. "Please?" She kissed him on the other.

He took her head in his hands and kissed her longer and deeper than he had ever kissed anyone. When the broke, she scrambled to pull his shirt off. Before she could push his shorts down, he stopped her.

"I want to undress you," he said in her ear. "I want to reveal you and kiss you and taste you as I do." She gasped, and nodded slowly. He nibbled her ear, kissed her neck, and lifted her shirt. She wore no bra and leaned into him to feel his chest against her breasts.

"You taste so good." His hand behind her head, he pulled her in for another kiss. It was tender and warm and full of longing. He moved a hand to her shoulders, turned it, gliding the back of it between her tits.

As he squatted, he kissed her nipples, and from his knees, he pulled down her leggings. "No panties," he said. "Roar."

"You're corny," she giggled.

"And you're so horny, aren't you, softball mom? Are you waiting for my bat?"

He kissed her stomach, grabbed her ass to keep her from moving away, and kissed down between her legs. She lifted one

resting her foot on his shoulder. He grabbed it and held it and pressed his nose into her to take her wetness.

Before he could taste her, though, she lifted his face and pulled him up. His hard cock was now between them. "I am, but only for you," she whispered as she adjusted him straight out between her legs so she could rub her pussy on his shaft.

"I didn't know if you would like me, and how my breasts look after nursing two kids," she said. "But by this hard cock, it seems you like me just fine. Yes?"

"Yes. I like you. I like your eyes and your luscious lips, I love the color of your skin and the tan lines around your nipples. I like feeling your pussy rubbing on my cock. I love your feet and your cute toes and I can't wait to nibble on them."

"And you need to fuck me?"

"Yes, I need to fuck you, you hot, sexy lady."

"I... I... I need to feel you in me. I'm so wet and so hot, and I can't believe how you're making me feel."

She stepped back, knelt down, and took his cock in her mouth. He placed his hands on her head as she sucked. "Oh god," he moaned. "Oh god."

She let him slide out. "No coming just yet," she said as she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock. "I'm not the only one who's wet."

"No..."

Without letting go of him, she moved them to the bed. She sat down, sucked him again.

"I want you to eat my pussy til I come." She sucked some more. "Then I want you to fuck me and come inside me." She took him in her mouth again, longer this time. "Then I'm going to ride that young cock of yours and we're going to come together. Three strikes, Mr. Softball Coach. How does that sound?"

"I can't think of a better way to spend the day." He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy.

"Yes, babycakes, yes.

"Oh... Oh... More, please, more. YES....

"We are going to have... yes, baby, yes... so much FUN. Oohh..."

She came within minutes, her body shaking as he held her tightly against his mouth. She moaned and shook some more.

"Are you tired? Are you going to ask for time," he teased.

"Hell, no," she said. "Get up her and fuck me."

He was inside in a blink. He lifted her legs, grabbed her feet, and nibbled her toes as he thrusted into her again and again.

"Oh god, yes, babycakes. I'm cumming again for you. Ohhh, fuck, fuck fuck." She tightened her legs around him to hold him still. For a couple of minutes she held him tighter than any one ever had.

Letting go, she slid out from under him and pulled him down onto the bed. She took his cock in her mouth, then popped up to kiss him and she eased on top of him.

"Now, let's take care of you. The windows are open, but I don't care," she said as she started moving up and down on him. "You"re going to come, I'm going to come." She bounced faster and more aggressively. "And we're going be loud. So... loud..."

"Oh, shit. Oh shit. But..."

"No buts," she said. "Oh, I'm so ready. Are you ready?"

" Oh god, yes"

"Three, two, one! BABYCAKERS. That's it... Oh." He shouted her name again and again, and the collapsed in heap.

"That's just the start of this," she said. "Like I said before, it's going to be so much fun." She smiled. "Now though, let's shower. I want to soap you up."

EPILOGUE

The young softball coach and the older married lady did have lots of fun.

On a knoll above a local lake as boaters passed back and forth. In the middle of the day in field in a state park. On the leather seats of an expensive rental car. In a movie theater. On the beach by a bonfire.

They played strip tennis on a friend's secluded court. They took pictures of each other, and made videos. They painted each other's nails and shaved each other. They doubled dated with a friend of hers who was also having an affair. They slipped naked into hotel hot tubs, not caring who was looking at them. They invited another girlfriend of hers into their sexual adventures.

In between crazy and sane lovemaking sessions, quickies, and flat out fucks, they did all the things every couple does on dates, whenever it was possible for her to get away.

Six months later, she looked at him over dinner. "I have to tell..." she said, stopped, and shook her head.

"What?"

"No, no. I promised myself I wouldn't do this to you." A couple of tears rolled down her face. He reached to touch her cheek.

"What? Tell me. and if it's bad, please, just spit it out. Do it quickly."

"It's not bad. I hope it's not bad. I... I..." She paused again and the silence was killing him.

"OK. I'll say it," he said. "I love you."

"And I love you!" she burst out. "I have from the start, I think. Really. But I shouldn't. I'm married."

"And I shouldn't, either, but here we are, and I've never been happier."

"Me neither." She giggled like a school girl as she placed her foot in his lap under the table. He undid his zipper and she stroked him with soft, delicate, painted toes.

A few months later, she told him she filed divorce papers, that she was willing to be poor with him and start over and have a baby with him.

A few months after that, she told him her husband was offered a lucrative job in the midwest and that she and the girls were going with him.

"Please, babycakes, please. Let's enjoy all the time we can get together until then. He's going out with kids a month before me. We'll have all that time."

He was crushed. Deep down he knew she would never leave her husband. Other than his love, and a fantastic sex life without inhibitions, he couldn't offer her the same lifestyle.

The night before her flight, in a hotel near the airport, the enjoyed their last night, recreating the first time they were together.

They laughed. They came. They cried. They came. They laughed and cried some more.

At the airport before her early morning flight, they fucked in his car, and as he put himself back together, she was gone.

Two years ago, she needed him. And he needed her. Two lost souls connected in more ways than they would have ever thought for longer than either of them expected.

He looked for her on Facebook and Instagram over the years. She looked wonderful and happy. She did get divorced, eventually, and she even remarried. She became a grandmother.

Then he saw that she had died. His heart ached all over again, perhaps worse than when she had left. He couldn't breath. He couldn't work. He spent two days in bed masturbating while remembering their escapades.

A week later, there was a knock at his door. He opened it to see two women. There was no mistaking who they were. He figured they were in their early forties now.

"Uh, wow. Well this is unexpected. Hi, come on in. I was sorry to learn of your mother's passing. It's very sad."

"Thank you," said the younger of the two women. She looked at her older sister, then back at him. They all walked in and sat on opposite sides of the living room.

"Mom wanted you to have this," said the older woman, the one he had coached all those years ago. "You can read it, but we can tell you what it says." She placed it on the coffee table.

"OK. Tell me." They looked tentatively at each other. "Go ahead."

"Mom told us everything right before she died," they said together.

"Did she now?" He was at a loss for words. "Um, what did she tell you, exactly?"

"She told us she'd found a special man who was there when she needed to feel good about herself," said the older sister.

"And she told us how special, and safe, and comfortable, and loved you made her feel," said the younger. Again, they looked at each other, hesitating.

"What's going on here?" he asked. "Do you need something from me?"

"Mom told us the person she'd loved more than anyone might need some comfort," the older said.

"Uh-huh..." What was going on here, he wondered, just as he had all those years ago. They moved to the couch, one on either side of him.

"She said if we needed comfort, too, to come see you, so here we are," the oldest continued. "She thought we could all comfort each other. She still loved you when she died and she wanted us to be sure you were okay."

"And we want to experience s little of what you shared with her," the younger said, shifting to sit facing him and reaching up to caress his head.

"I, uh, uh. Hm. But you're both married What about your husbands? And, I'm not in the same shape I was during that time with your mother."

"We're just here for a week. We love our husbands. Mom's dying has been hard and we just want another way to be close to her. That's by being with you, even if it is for just a short time." The older now faced him on the opposite side of the couch. She, too stroked his head.

The younger's other hand moved dangerously close to his cock. As he looked down at that, he saw the older daughter's fingers lock in her sister's on his lap. They rested on his cock, and he stiffened at their touch, in more ways than one.

"Mom said to touch your leg to see if we could get you," the older said. She kissed him. It was sweet.

"To see if we could get you," said the younger, just before she kissed him longer and harder than her sister. His hips twitched below their hands, which were both feeling him up and down.

Feeling he was rock hard now, they pushed their hands up his shorts to touch him. One touched his balls, the other his shaft. Then they leaned in kissed each other. He couldn't believe how hot that was, and he let out a soft moan. The tip of his cock was wet now.

They smiled at each, then they looked back at him and kissed him together. "Have..." Kiss, kiss. "We..." Kiss, kiss. "Got... Kiss, kiss. "You?" That last word they each whispered in an ear and sucked on his earlobes.

He was breathing heavy as he put one hand between each of their legs. They wore leggings like their mother often did. And without panties, those leggings were soaked.

"Yes, oh, yes," he purred. "And I have you. Or I will very shortly. Pull my shorts off, then pull down your leggings."

They obliged. "Now sit on this couch close enough to finger each other."

Again, they obliged, and they each moaned as they rubbed each other. He moved to the older one and pressed his cock between her fingers and stroked her wet pussy. He teased her with the tip of his cock.

As she pleaded for more, he shifted to the younger and did the same thing. She moaned and begged, too.

"Oh, ladies, we're going to have so much fun the next few days."