The beginning.
Charles was away on business and would normally have been at home over the weekend but he had an important meeting on the following Monday, so he decided to stay over for the weekend. He told Sybil that one of his clients had invited him to his small farm out in the country for the weekend and that he had a pool table and a small boat on a lake which helped Charles make a selfish difficult decision to stay. He said that it was out of mobile range but left a landline number for any emergency but as they lived in a secure marina development with restaurants and coffee shops, he felt she would be safe.
Sybil was quite conservative in her manner and dress whilst looking classy. She liked conversation and could strike up a conversation easily with young and older males and females.
She was 5,7 ft tall and had a good womanly figure with short styled blue tinged silver hair with good legs and her breasts were still firm with large nipples she was very attractive and looked sexy without realizing it. She had looked good all her life and was a virgin when she met Charles in their youth. Her husband Charles had often told her that a lot of guys would consider her as a milf ( mother I'd like to fuck ) especially younger men, and on a number of occasions had tried to chat her up, she laughed these off but did tell Charles on some occasions, liking the attention from all parties.
Sybil had always remained faithful to Charles but sometimes wondered if he had strayed but he always said no he hadn't, Charles always had a thing about older mature women when he was younger and wished he could have had sex with an older woman when he was younger, especially a with a classy attractive woman like Sybil. He still has these thoughts sometimes and can imagine how a young late teens teenager would go fuckolic crazy with excitement. Sybil had once said while having drinks with friends one evening that she would like to a have a toyboy before she goes, which was a real shocker but Charles just laughed it off due to the champagne.
Sexually she was quite reserved and didn't like discussing sex especially if it was crude, but she had her moments throughout life and could let her hair down on rare occasions, these were rare and generally kept in check. This frustrated Charles at times but he had learnt to live with it, He still often tried to push boundaries. As she got older, she wasn't so keen on having her nipples played with and sucked, however there were times she enjoyed the feeling. She did however like her pussy fingered, sucked and licked.
When she was younger and in the mood, she liked being fisted. She liked having sex in the missionary position legs wide open, on top with her nipples being sucked and played with and occasionally doggy style but this didn't happen very often. One time while having a bit of passion she asked Charles to go and get some scissors and proceeded to cut holes in an old bra for her nipples to poke through to heighten the feeling, Charles thought Christmas had come early and he nearly did. Sybil generally liked sex and didn't mind having it regularlarly.
Charles was in his mid-sixties 5,8 ft tall, silver hair, beard quite handsome but overweight and needing to get fitter, as he was starting to feel his age physically, which was beginning to slow him down. He enjoyed his life sex life and was game for anything being a bit of a voyeur he started to become interested in cuckolding ( watching men's wives having sex with other men ) life was tough when he was younger but was quite successful in the latter years now working for an international company which he enjoyed, his position involved quite a bit of travelling. This left Sybil to enjoy flower nurseries and socializing. They both enjoyed lunching at the wine estates on weekends, she being keen on wines. He enjoyed the fact that this relaxed her, hoping she would be more adventurous, this worked sometimes.
Sybil decided she would like a light evening meal and would decide what to eat when she arrived.
As it was Friday, being showered already in the morning she would like to look dressy, she went to her wardrobe and took out a French blue wrap over dress with light blue stripes which was just above the knee. She took out a pair of high line white lace panties and a white lace, transparent see through bra, her nipples were subtly visible but not too much although if she got cold, they would be prominent. Deciding on a white lace shawl with white hold up stockings to keep her legs warm if it got cold, with white 4-inch-high peep toe shoes complete with a white clutch handbag.
She walked to the restaurants and decided on an Italian restaurant which she knew quite well. It was quite busy and noisy. The waiter showed her a table which seated three. Sat and asked for a wine list and menu. She decided on a bottle of chenin blanc with a chicken salad. The wine arrived and was poured into a glass, a full bottle would make her tipsy which might help her sleep later. Looking round the restaurant was quite full of couples, young and old and groups. Across from her sat an elderly man in his late sixties. He was quite nice looking, about 6 ft and looked fit. Sybil noticed he was drinking white wine and eating pasta.
The waiter brought Sybil's chicken salad and chatted with her briefly. She heard a voice say that's an English accent I hear. Sybil looked up and realized he was talking to her. Not being rude she replied yes. They chatted across tables for a short while. George had seen her come in and thought she was very attractive. George could see under her table and noticed her dress was open mid-way up her thigh. He could just see what he thought was a stocking top and immediately started to get hard, this enticed him to keep chatting. Sybil couldn't hear him properly and suggested that she would join him as she had not started eating. George said certainly and was quite pleased with himself. George was dressed in a navy blue, short sleeve shirt and beige slacks with polished navy slip on shoes.
They exchanged names and began to chat. George told Sybil he was out with some old naval friends but decided to leave them and have a bit of supper as he lived on his own since his wife had passed away two years ago. Sybil felt a bit sad for him especially when he told her he lived on his own, he had a son who lived overseas. They started to chat about various subjects, he mentioned he was a keen gardener and enjoyed wine tasting which held Sybils attention. Sybil by this time had two glasses of wine George poured her a third glass before she realized. She felt quite mellow and relaxed and enjoyed the conversation. Sybil did not feel threatened in any way. He seemed quite a gentleman and spoke quite softly but with a strong voice.
