"Have you seen Sam lately?" I asked Beth, my wife. We were getting ready for bed and chatting, as I crawled in pulling the covers over me.
"You know," Beth came out of the bathroom and slipping off her robe moved in beside me. "Now that you mention it I haven't seen him out walking his dog for the past few days."
Sam is a widower that lives about half way down the block from us. Other families on the block seem to come and go but we all are the longest residents. Sam and his wife had lived here for better than twenty years before we moved in and we have been here for almost thirty years. They had never had children, and as Beth and my parents lived a couple states away Sam and Martha had become the kids 'adopted' grandparents. Needless to say we considered them family too, and were shocked and saddened by Martha's death, so for the past year we had kept an eye on the old guy.
"Hmm, we've both been so busy the past few weeks I haven't taken the time to stop and see him either."
"I think I'll bake something tomorrow afternoon and take it down to him and maybe invite him for dinner sometime during the week. Is that ok?" Beth snuggled in beside me.
"That sounds like a good idea. My work schedule next week doesn't look to bad." I cradled Beth in my arm. "I know tomorrow is Saturday but I have to go into the office and put the finishing touches on that project. Hope you don't mind going down to Sam's by yourself."
"No that's fine," Beth paused. "I wonder if old people fuck? You know like did Sam give Martha a good lay before she died?"
"What?" Now there is a mental image!" Martha was what you would call 'large boned', but still she was an attractive lady, it was just the clothes she wore! She always wore black shoes and white socks; dresses that came down below her calves; gray/black hair braided up in a bun with a hair net; and her breasts reminded me of Dolly Parton. Sam on the other hand, was a good-looking gentleman about the same height as Martha, five-six or seven, and from those pictures had gained weight, as he grew older. The difference was he golfed a lot and never used a cart. Instead he walked the 18 holes two or three times a week, more in the last year following Martha's passing, so he stayed fairly trim.
I awoke to an empty bed and noticed it was almost ten o'clock! I hopped into the shower and got dressed, as I had wanted to get to the office early and get that project wrapped up. As I headed downstairs there was a mixture of smells coming from the kitchen and when I walked in I could see the reason, Beth had the slow cooker going and it smelled like a cake in the oven. She was wearing one of those halter type sundresses, you know the ones that tie around the neck then go into a dress. Over the top of that was an apron with leftovers of cooking ingredients.
I laughed, "Now if you don't look like Betty Crocker." I walked up behind her and gave her a quick kiss on the neck, while at the same time slipping my hands into the sides of the halter-top and caressing her braless breasts. "Hmmm, you don't feel like Betty Crocker. Better be careful you'll give old Sam a heart attack!"
Playfully she pushed me away. "Oh stop! It's hot here in the kitchen and besides he's seen me in this before. Now get out of here and get your project done."
Giving her a quick kiss I headed out to my truck.
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Beth finished up and threw her apron over the chair, glancing in the mirror she noticed that the halter-top had loosened up and started to retie it. She took a moment to drop it and look at her naked breasts. 'Not bad for an old lady,' she thought to herself, 'Not as firm as they used to be but still a nice 'C' cup.' She stood for a few moments looking at herself and her mind went back to years previous. She and Jon had been married for five or six years and they had made friends with the young couple across the street. One thing had led to another and they had ended up having memorable times playing some 'adult games'. Looking at her reflection in the mirror the thought went through her mind that Jon might like to find a 'friendly' couple and enjoy some of those times again now that the kids were grown and gone. Her hand slipped down inside her dress and under the panties until she felt her wetness. Slowly she began to rub over her clit, thinking of the fun they had had. Shaking her head, she came back from her daydream, she'd get off later but right now she had to get these things down to Sam.
She retied the top and turned back and forth, making sure her breasts were snug in the top. Taking the crock-pot and cake she baked in hand she headed down the street. As she walked up Sam's driveway towards the backdoor she happened to glance in the window as she passed. Stopping short she backed up so she couldn't be seen from inside the house. Sam was sitting on his couch watching something on the TV, he was naked and holding his cock in his hand was stroking it. Beth glanced around to see if any of the other neighbors were watching her, and seeing no one she peered back in the window. Sam was engrossed in whatever was on the TV and she had to admire his body. Although he had a slight paunch he looked quite fit for a man in his seventies. The thick curly hair of his chest was snow white just as on his head. From what she could tell his cock wasn't much over six maybe seven inches but it was so thick! Her first thought was it looked as big around as her rolling pin, but that she knew was an exaggeration, but damn it was thick!
Not wanting to be noticed she moved up the driveway, then hesitated and wondered what she should do. Did she go in or just go back home and stop later? Finally she decided to go in quietly and put the things on the table then go back home and call in about half an hour. Slipping in the back door she set it all down on his kitchen table and forcing herself not to look in the window as she passed hurried back home.
When she got back she sat down at her kitchen table, with what she had just seen going through her mind. She could feel the wetness in her panties and pulling her dress up and opening her legs she pulled her panties to the side and ran the fingers of her other hand around the hardness of her small clit. Slowly her finger began circling it as she envisioned Sam's fist jacking his cock. 'Jon isn't going to believe this,' she thought to herself. Pushing two fingers into her pussy she continued to rub her clit feeling her juices begin to flow and her nipples stiffen. She felt her climax building as pictures of Sam's fist and cock went through her mind.
There was a knock on the back door. "Anybody home? Beth are you here?"
The knock and voice startled Beth and she jumped up. She recognized the voice as Sam's. "Y-Yes...yes...right here Sam!" Glancing quickly in the mirror she could see the flush on her face.
The door slammed on the backporch and Sam stepped into the kitchen doorway. "Hey young lady, I found the food on the table and saw you heading down the driveway."
