I whispered into Lydia's ear, "Suck me." I already knew she was horny. Now I was curious just how compliant and submissive she might be. Like a fantasy come true, she promptly climbed off my lap, dropped to her knees, and undid my belt before unzipping my pants. Without saying a word, Lydia slid my pants and boxer briefs down to my mid-thigh before locking onto my cock with her painted pink lips slowly enveloping my cock and taking as much into her mouth as possible. Even at her age, her oral skills were average but her intense desire to please more than made up for it. I looked down and saw her dark pink lipstick on my cock and smiled. After about 10 minutes I told her plainly, "Stop." She immediately stopped and I gently pushed her off my missile of manhood. "Get up", I ordered her and she immediately obeyed.
I stood up, grabbed her by the waist, and guided her to the side of the chair where I placed one of my hands on the back of her neck and directed her torso down over the arm of the chair. Her narrow bubble butt was tightly wrapped by her dress, which I lifted up to her waist. Neither of us spoke a word (I was also listening for anyone entering the library) as I removed her frilly red panties and put them into my pants pocket as a souvenir. I spread her legs wider which revealed her swollen labia and neatly manicured public hair. I grabbed my cock with one hand, brought the tip to her vaginal opening, and parted her pussy lips slowly, from top to bottom and back again, about four times.
By now, Lydia was breathing harder and faster and I was going to give her what she wanted. I pushed the head of my cock into her sliky love canal maybe two inches before encountering some resistance. I pulled back, pushed again, and went deeper. This was repeated probably close to 20 times before I finally was fully buried into her matronly slit. Having borne no children and not having sex for many years, her pussy was as tight as a teenager -- and it felt incredibly good. I started to pump in and out, slowly at first, then building up the intensity and rhythm. Soon Lydia's sexual instinct took over and she backed her hips towards me.
I reached my hands around her, slipped them into the cleavage of her dress, and grabbed both of her nipples, squeezing them between my thumb and forefingers and using them to pull her towards me. For the first time, guttural moans of pleasure exited Lydia's mouth. Within seconds she was quivering with orgasmic delight. Her sensitive nipples grew harder as her orgasm reached its apex. Between her pulsating pussy and her delightful moans, I could feel my balls begin to tingle and my love juice moving up towards my cock. I prefer to cum on a woman's face or in her mouth but his time I felt like burying my seed deep inside her.
I took my hands out of her dress, grabbed her hips, and maniacally thrust my hips forward as fast and hard as I could. Lydia was easily able to handle the hard, powerful fucking. Seconds later, I exploded into her with wild abandon, shooting thick, warm loads of my cum deep inside her. I stopped pumping and stayed inside her pussy to savor the moment. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I hope my cum leaks from you for the rest of the night to remind you of this tryst." Lydia turned towards me and smiled. "Don't leave until I give you my cell phone number. Text me anytime. I'm yours."
For the next eight months, Lydia and I got together 3-4 times per week. Within weeks, she had turned into the sluttiest, kinkiest, and most submissive woman I ever met. Then she told Alfred she was leaving him. She moved into her own place less than a five minute drive from me. That was five months ago and we now spend six nights a week together and I've never been more sexually satisfied in my life. Lydia said something about a month after we met which has stayed with me ever since. "If I knew sex was this great, I would have left him many years ago!"