Betty sat at the breakfast bar, sipping her wine and admiring her second husband's physique as he got on with preparing dinner. Three years her junior and soon approaching his 40th birthday, he was in better shape than a lot of men half his age. His job helped with this of course; as a swimming instructor he kept fit and his muscular thighs were a sight to behold. An added benefit with those luscious thighs was that he was able to keep pounding her pussy relentlessly until she was screaming for mercy!
It was through his job that they had met; Betty had attended the pool for some refresher lessons, although her real purpose for being there was to appraise this hunk of man flesh that her friend Jessica had told her about. It wasn't long before he had asked her for a drink after one of her lessons and before she could say Prosecco they were back at his place and she was experiencing the benefit of his thick cock for the first time.
Feeling Betty's eyes burning into his back, Jack turned around from the cooker. He noticed the familiar look of lust in his wife's eyes.
"Do you want a swizzle stick for your wine?" he enquired.
Betty looked bemused, "A swizzle stick," she repeated ,"You don't have a swizzle stick with wine."
"Just thought you might like the one I have in mind," he said, before quickly whipping out his cock and placing it in Betty's glass.
"Oooh," said Betty, grasping the base of his cock and removing his hard member from her wine before placing it in her mouth. She sucked and licked all the wine from his throbbing cock and then returned it to her glass before repeating her movements. "You didn't tell me we were having cock au vin tonight," she said after finishing licking the last few drops of wine from his cock.
"I'll bring the rest of the bottle to bed tonight - we can finish this later." she added.
Ginny was awoken from her slumber by the sound of Jack's voice, "Dinner's ready," he called.
She got off the bed, smoothed down her creased skirt and wiped her pussy and butt with some tissues before replacing the candle in its holder.
Once downstairs, Ginny sat at the dining table with Jack across from her and her mum on his right. Eyeing what was set before her, Ginny said "This looks delish, I'm famished."
They made small talk whilst they ate - enquiring how each other's days had been - what plans they had for the rest of the week. Having emptied her plate first, Ginny looked across at Jack, she raised her right foot and placed it on his crutch stroking him through his trousers, "Thanks Jack," she said, "that really filled me up."
Jack glanced at Betty to make sure she couldn't see what was happening and reached under the table with his left hand, he stroked her foot and ankle and moved his hand as far as he could up her leg without making his actions obvious. "You're more than welcome Ginny," he said, "Perhaps you can prepare something for me one day."
Betty looked at him quizzically, "You know Ginny doesn't cook," she said and then returned to finishing her food.
"So," said Ginny, "are you going to give me any ideas for your birthday. Big 40 and all that - isn't that when they say you start going over the hill?"
"Don't be cheeky little miss. I can give most of those young whippersnappers a run for their money, prime of life is the term you're looking for I think! As far as my birthday is concerned I don't really need anything and I know you're trying to save for a deposit. Just get me a card - that'll be fine."
Betty smiled to herself; she had wondered how her daughter and Jack would get on under the same roof but after a few early niggles they seemed to be getting on just fine.
After excusing herself from the table Ginny returned to her room, lay on her bed and thought some more about what an exciting day she'd had. Recalling her encounter with Sam, followed by her experience with Jack; the day had been far more satisfying than she could have imagined. Turning her mind to his impending birthday she knew that Jack was right about her need to save - something she had never been very good at - but she wanted to get him something. You don't turn 40 every day she thought. She picked up her phone for inspiration and was about to go on the internet when she remembered that Sam had put her number in her phone. Checking the time - it was just after 8 - Ginny dialled the number. It rang a few times before it was answered.
"Who is this?" enquired Sam.
"Umm it's Ginny, the girl with the mascara from this afternoon."
"Oh hi. I'm glad you called, do you want to meet up so we can finish what we started?"
