© 2022, All rights reserved -- mimaster
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Darren was sitting in his Lay-Z-Boy in the family room, a cold beer in his hand. His damp skin was sticking to the orange naugahyde fabric covering the plush chair. He hadn't considered that, what with him being naked, but he didn't care at the moment.
He'd come into the house, downing a huge glass of water to replenish the fluids he'd sweated off. Refilling the glass, he carried it with him through the house, an open bottle of Budweiser in his other hand. He set the water on the end table beside the chair, clutching onto the beer, sipping it every once in a while as he attempted to recover.
His eyes were closed, and he was slowly rocking back and forth when he heard his wife approaching, her heels clicking on the hardwood of their bedroom on the other side of the wall behind him. They were silenced by the shag carpeting of the hallway and family room, but he sensed her passing him through the doorway, the breeze she created feeling cool against his skin.
"Did you have fun, baby?" she asked, looking at his body.
She could see from the way he had positioned his legs that the bottom of his feet were dirty. There were heavy grass stains on his knees. She could see some faint scratches on his upper thighs and chest. His hair was a matted mess; his brow still beaded with perspiration. The glistening sheen on his skin was alluring, as was the wetness on his half-hard prick and big balls, hanging between his wide spread legs.
"Mmm... yes," he moaned, his eyes remaining closed as he thought back to how he'd spent his last few hours.
"What about Elaine?"
"You know very well how Elaine is. You had her yourself. I watched you, remember."
"I was referring to after I left. The
third
time you had sex with her," she giggled.
"She's an amazing woman, Betsy. And damn flexible," he chuckled.
"I'm going to be working on improving that myself. It's only been a few days, but I can already feel the changes from the yoga routine she's teaching me."
"By all means. Let her teach you. God, that last fuck was... wow!"
"What did she do?"
"She was on her neck, bent in half. Her knees were literally near her head. Her back was straight up, perpendicular to the ground, with her pussy pointing up at the sky. And she had me stand there and bend my cock down. I was standing, driving down onto her. It... it's hard to describe. But the
ending?
Literally indescribable," he said with an appreciative grin.
"What happened?"
"I came... inside her. And, well, you know how I get."
"Shot off another gallon, did you?" she replied proudly; her husband's ability to produce copious amounts of cum every time was a trait she was particularly fond of. Especially when she shared him like she had.
"Yeah. I filled her up. When I pulled out, she actually bent over further, tilting her pelvis. Then, she started pushing my cum out of her. Damn, Bets! She actually pushed out almost the whole load, and it spilled out into her open mouth. It's one of the most incredible, erotic things I've ever seen."
"Hmm... it
must have
been," she said, looking at his cock, which was rising to full attention right before her eyes.
Frankly, the entire afternoon was something to behold. Elaine had shown up on their carport unannounced, like any neighbor might. She'd discovered Darren and Betsy there, in the midst of her deep throating him. That they were both completely naked only added to the shock of what she'd witnessed. Then again, it probably shouldn't have. She'd learned a great deal about Betsy that morning already. And she'd shared just as much about herself with her sexy young neighbor.
The very reason she had ventured over to the Thomas home to begin with was testament to that. It wasn't to borrow a cup of sugar, but to instead ask for assistance in learning how to shave her pussy, hoping to surprise her husband Timothy later that evening. What transpired soon after she arrived couldn't have been scripted by an erotic novelist.
Betsy and Elaine came to a spur of the moment agreement. She'd allow her husband to fuck Elaine, provided she would have the opportunity to do the same with Timothy sometime in the future. Elaine quickly accepted the terms, and the next thing Darren knew, he was being led to his neighbor's backyard.
Darren had admitted to Betsy more than once just how attractive he thought Elaine was. More to the point, he confessed that he'd love the opportunity to fuck her just once. Those carnal thoughts were always fueled by watching her working in her gardens, always in a bathing suit, usually on her hands and knees. Darren would be shirtless, mowing and/or raking their huge lawn, eyeing his neighbor's ass and breasts whenever he got the chance. Recently those fantasies became more intense, as Elaine shifted from one-piece suits to rather revealing bikinis. He hadn't expected to see such an incredible midsection on a woman in her very early 60s, and his libido rose to another level.
That fantasy came true, as Elaine laid down on her plush lawn, and had Darren do the same. She took his cock in her mouth, making no pretense that she could do the things Betsy could. It mattered not to him. She was experienced, and she soon had him near cumming. She knew exactly when to back off to keep it from happening, and he moaned loudly.
Rolling him onto his back, she shifted her body, climbing up onto him. She straddled his face, and they settled into a long 69 session. Elaine quickly learned that Darren was experienced as well. She kept him on edge, wanting to feel his orgasm elsewhere. But he didn't take that same approach. Instead, he assaulted her pussy, making her cum twice.
Twirling around, she straddled his cock, sinking quickly over it, as if he might come to his senses about fucking an old woman if she gave him time to think about it. Yet she appeared anything to him but old. She could easily pass for Betsy's sister, and her pussy was as tight as any he'd ever fucked.
She rode him hard to another orgasm, and then he grabbed her and rolled, ending up in a missionary position. He fucked her that way for a while, lying on her, kissing her passionately. But he sensed she needed more.
Pushing back, he stunned her by actually saying, "Tell me what you want, Elaine."
"What?" she said, blinking wildly at his comment.
"Tell me how you want this... talk to me."
"You want me to... talk?"
