The buzz of the alarm clock woke them but it was a while before they could untangle themselves... or maybe it was a while before they wanted to untangle themselves and face the day.
She whined as he slipped two fingers deep into her, "Oh god don't start something you may not finish."
He laughed, "I may not be able to finish it because there can't be another drop of jizz in me after last night... it's all in you."
He pulled his fingers out and let some of the cum that coated them drip into her mouth, "Mmm... more please... feed me your cream for breakfast."
"You dirty girl," he laughed as he extracted more from her cunt and dripped it into her mouth.
"That's me babe," she giggled and then pretended to cry as he tried to push her out of bed.
"Sorry babe... gotta get there early today. We've got a big load of solid beams coming in from up in Oregon and I've got a big load of panelling going down to San Diego.
"I know," she groaned as she pushed herself up on one elbow and then rolled over on top of him, "but I would much rather spend the day in bed fucking your brains out."
He grinned and wrapped his arms around her as she came down on his lips with a kiss that was so hot his cock became rigid and pressed into her belly. She moved slightly and as the kiss went on she slowly humped his leg leaving large amounts of mixed fluids on his thigh.
"Oh shit," she groaned, "I know... work." She rolled off him and off the bed and rummaged in a chest of drawers for a pair of panties. "You go have your shower and I'll get breakfast ready."
Greg rolled out of bed as Helen bent down and slipped her panties on. She knew that they would soon be saturated with their juices from last night's wild love making but at least she wouldn't be leaving puddles as she stood at the stove.
Greg sighed as he watched her walk out of the bedroom. The way her hips rolled and her ass wiggled as she walked made his balls ache and he loved the way she wore almost nothing around the house now that the kids were gone
She was just so totally sex on a stick and he wondered how much longer he had before he would have to share her with more than just Dave. He didn't want to stop her from having fun with Dave but he was sure that she would stop there and there were plenty of guys out there who would want her.
Helen stood holding two skirts and trying to decide which one she would wear to work that day. Both were short but one was shorter... and tighter... and with a wicked giggle she slipped the longer skirt back into the wardrobe.
Maybe it was time to start talking to Greg about where she wanted to go with her life... but she would have to take it slowly. She was sure that Greg's initial reaction would be an outright refusal to even consider what she wanted to do... he would tell her that Dave was enough... but maybe she might be able to change his thinking.
She glanced at herself in the mirror and still couldn't believe that she was 42... no one else believed her when she told them her age either. Her naturally black hair shone in the light as it fell to her shoulders. There were faint smile lines around her eyes, but she had to look hard to see them.
Her boobs were a firm 36C... and all natural. Her belly was flat and the stretch marks that came from having children were still there, but they were hard to see.
Once she had stepped into her skirt and pulled it up, she ran her hands over her hips and she recalled that Greg once told her that hips like hers encouraged men to want to breed with her. She had laughed when he said that and made all the right horrified noises at such a suggestion because she was happily married to Greg... but now...
After he said that she had often found herself wondering how it would feel to have other men holding her by those hips while they rammed their cocks into her... and when her thoughts strayed in that direction she tended to get very wet.
She had also pretended to be shocked when Greg told her years ago that lots of guys couldn't take their eyes off her ass because of the way it moved when she walked. She wasn't really shocked but a loving wife, devoted mother and respectable businesswoman couldn't really admit to being turned on by the idea that other men wanted her.
She kept the curls of her triangle of pubic hair neatly trimmed because Greg liked it and she liked the way Greg ran his fingers through those curls. He would gently tug on them when he went down on her and he knew that he could do that whenever he wanted. Would other men do the same?
Her legs were shapely and tanned... as was the rest of her body. Having a pool that was almost obscured from the neighbours allowed her the luxury of sunbaking nude... and yes, she did know that the neighbour over the back fence often watched her as she got naked to work on her tan.
Of course, she made sure that she worked on her tan in the only spot that he could see from his back windows. Maybe one day, when he was watching, she would play with herself and really give himself something to look at but... maybe one day she would have the courage to do that.
Her smile was warm and inviting and she knew that it had tempted guys over the years and, of course, they had tempted her... and now she wanted to be more than tempted.
Now, what top to wear on a warm summer day?
She didn't even stop to consider a bra... no, not today. Today her boobs could bounce and jiggle and guys would look at her and want her... but would anyone take her? Maybe today was the day.
She took a royal blue coloured short-sleeved button-up satin blouse out of her closet and tried it on. The first button didn't appear till there was plenty of cleavage on display and if she undid the top two buttons... well... maybe she would just restrict herself to undoing the top button.
She slipped on a pair of 4-inch heels and took a more sensible pair with her as she headed for the car and her Wednesday coffee date with Adele.
Helen and Adele would meet every Wednesday morning for coffee down at their favourite coffee shop, located near the Marina on the north side of LA, that offered a lot of outdoor seating on a large terrace.
They had been going to the same place on the same day for so long that they didn't even have to order. They only had to sit down at their favourite table... that was always reserved for them on a Wednesday... and in a few minutes two medium Australian flat whites would arrive.
Why Australian flat whites? An exchange student that had stayed and Greg and Helen's place for a few months years before had turned them both on to the one of the best coffees they had ever tasted. Once Helen found a coffee shop that served what she loved she never went anywhere else.
At times these Wednesday morning meetings were like a lifeline for both of them because they could escape the hassles of their respective businesses and simply enjoy a cup of coffee and a chat. They would talk about anything and everything... their partners, Helen's kids, the cost of living, how they were feeling and a whole lot more.
At other times they would check out the other customers, and lately just the guys at the cafe. On this particular Wednesday Adele arrived first and she watched as her friend walked through the tables to get to where Adele was sitting.
There was no doubt that Helen's skirts were getting shorter but she looked so good in them and Adele couldn't help but notice that the way Helen swung her hips had a couple of guys at various tables turning to watch her as she walked by.
She knew that two guys in particular would be watching because she had told them to watch her friend. Adele had told them that Helen was special and they were very interested.
Adele smiled, they might have also noticed that Helen wasn't wearing a bra either. No bra that Adele knew of would let Helen's hips jiggle around like that as she walked.
"God you look hot Helen," she laughed as Helen sat down. "I swear a couple of guys couldn't take their eyes off you as you walked in."
Helen laughed and looked at her friend. Adele was a year or two younger than Helen and she looked just as good. While Helen had only started wearing short dresses in the last 12 months Adele had always worn them... and guys had always looked... and that had never seemed to bother Adele.
Adele had once made a comment that she had always dressed for sex in her younger days and had never grown out of the habit and. That had aroused Helen's curiosity and she quizzed Adele about it but Adele wouldn't elaborate on what she had said.
"Were they really looking at me?" she asked. Of course, she already knew the answer but it might help her lead into what she really wanted to talk about.
"Oh yeah, two guys in particular," Adele laughed. "Cute ass, short skirt, great legs, and something is telling me that you're not wearing any panties under that skirt... girl if you had bent over they would have been spooging their pants."
"Good!" she said with a sharp nod.
Adele looked at her in surprise that slowly turned to a wicked grin as Helen explained, "Adele, I've always been a good girl... except for the last few times I've been in the pool with you guys.
