The usual slog through the rush hour this particular evening at least had a welcoming end - the charming and sensual Lesley was staying with us for a few days.
We had been married for six years, my older adventurous wife was a nurse, locked into the drudgery of shiftwork, our lives often reduced to waving from the decks of our ships... occasionally we had house guests to brighten up the weeks when we were totally apart. Lesley was one such house guest.
Double my age at 48, she oozed the kind of sexuality that had underpinned my fantasies for years. The "older woman" thing had floated my boat for many years already, even at a relatively tender age. Orgasming for the first time at 13, whilst listening to my step father giving my mother the fuck of her life across the landing, the older busty curvy woman had ever since been my sexual nirvana. Oedipus in exelcis probably, but the gasps and moans of a saucy 32 year old are still with me now, I don't care if that sounds shocking now. All that happened is I heard my mother cumming repeatedly, begging to be fucked harder, gasping in pleasure, moaning with delight - and it was the horniest sound I had ever heard.
For me, Lesley was now the nearest thing I had to compare to my mother - she resembled her in shape and form, even at 48 she had curves to die for, a magnificent cleavage and an ass that could stop the traffic!
She greeted me with a wholesome hug, her ample breasts squeezed against my chest, already unknowingly causing my loins to stir. We chatted about the day, her journey over, relaxed with a bottle of wine. It was only 7 p.m. still two hours before the Nurse (as I called her) would return.
