Everybody wants to be loved and nurtured. I've learned lesson early in life. A case in point is Karen, my neighbor. I live in a house on a cul-de-sac and Karen and her husband live two doors down. They are in their early fifties and are empty nesters. He usually sits around the house on weekends and drinks beer in his t-shirt. Occasionally he goes fishing or plays golf, any excuse to drink beer, eh?
I see Karen sometimes working in the beds in front of the house wearing a house dress while I'm mowing the yard. She often looks disheveled, like someone who has lost that spark in maintaining their appearance. She was a natural dirty blonde with blue eyes. From what I could tell, she had smallish breasts and her legs were a little on the thick side. She had a nice smile but you could see a few lines in her face. She was a handsome woman but not what I would call pretty. I guess she figured she was resigned to be a 50 year old house wife.
I also knew that she was the neighborhood snoop and that she had noticed that a number of women had over time passed through my door way. I didn't need for someone to start talk about my home situation since most of those women were married. I decided I needed to make Karen my "friend".
I made a point of trying to start conversations with her usually about her children, how nice her shrubs and plantings looked etc. I always started the conversation with a small complement about how she looked. She initially viewed me as coming from outer space or something but I patiently held to my plan.
I helped host the neighborhood Fourth of July party and helped the wives set up and prepared food. I love pumpkin bread with walnuts and raisins and over the years I got pretty good at baking. In fact due to my entertaining, I developed into a good cook. Well, if I made pumpkin bread, I would make an extra for Karen. I also shared a number of recipes and finished food dishes with Karen and she enjoyed them. We got to be friends. She still tended to be a gossip so I needed to try something extra.
One morning, I went over to her house an article about a new restaurant that I liked. She's as in her usual house dress with slippers and she invited me in to have some coffee and we started talking. She went on about the new couple that moved in to the Henderson's old house etc. etc. She was relaxed and enjoying herself. I don't know why I chose that moment, it was madness. I gently put my hand on her knee and said,
"Karen, I really want to have sex with you,"
I could feel her body quiver as I touched her and she was absolutely speechless. She was frantically trying to process this proposition. If she was really in need of physical affirmation, she would not resist. I could see her mind at work, "Someone wants me, I want to have sex, my husband is not here, no one is going to know."
Her body relaxed, she had made a decision. I took her hand and stood up. I embraced her and kissed her passionately on the lips. I could feel her totally give in, she had not been touched like this in an age. Silently, I took her hand and we went into her den. I held her again and kissed her. I sat down on the sofa and had her straddle my lap. We kissed and kissed and then I gently started to massage her breasts. I could feel rock hard nipples underneath her house dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. We kissed some more and then I took off her house dress. She was straddling me naked except for her panties. Her breasts were small and like any other woman her age were reflecting gravity. I started kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. She was moaning softly now and holding me tight to her chest.
I stopped briefly to take off my shirt and pants. I left my undies on until I got her panties off. I slid them to the floor and got my first look at her pussy. The carpet matched the drapes and she had this huge triangle of pubic hair. Her hair actually stuck out of her panties. I gently started to rub her pussy with my fingers darting my fingers around her clit and pushing slightly into her pussy lips. She was swaying and gently rocking with my loving hands.
I dropped my underwear and she saw my engorged penis, she was hungry for some love. I sat back down on the sofa and had her straddle me again. I brought her down slowly and inserted my cock inside her pussy. She cooed and moaned.
She knew what to do at that point. She slid up and down rhythmically on every inch of my shaft. Her eyes were closed and her head was bobbing slowly up and down. I stopped her and had turn around and she sat slowly down on my cock reverse cowboy style. I loved seeing her ass move up and down on my dick. After a few minutes of this, she got up and I had her get on her knees on the sofa with her hands on the back of the furniture. I then entered her from behind.
I started pumping my cock slowly at first but making sure the full length of my shaft passed through her labia with each thrust. I would stop occasionally to grind my hips into hers. She was really groaning and savoring the sensations. I would would switch off spreading her ass cheeks with my hands to holding her shoulders for more powerful thrusting. I was moving faster and faster and I was hearing little vocal grunts of satisfaction. I felt I was getting close.
I pulled out of now sopping wet pussy and turned her over. I love seeing a woman's face when I'm about to pump my love seed inside of her. Her chest and face were really flushed. She was ready. I raised one of her legs and pushed my cock deep into her pussy. She wrapped the other leg around my ass. She was enthusiastically fucking me back.
"I'm cumming baby," I whispered.
She knew I was going soak her insides with my semen and she didn't care. In fact she wanted it. She held me tighter. I could feel the cum swelling in me and moving down my cock. I tried to hold it at my knob as long as I could but it exploded out of me and into her. As I exploded, I was pounding her groin to get deeper and deeper inside of her. Her whole body was being shoved down the couch with each thrust. She loved it.
I remained inside of her until my cock softened and fell out along with a sizable of cum. We held each other and kissed.
"That was the most wonderful lovemaking," I whispered in her ear and I meant it.
She hugged me tight and kissed me. We slowly got up and went into the bedroom to get to the bathroom to clean-up. As we were passing her marital bed I turned to face her and embraced her tight and French kissed her. She took my tongue with love. I was getting another erection. I took her hand and made her lie on the bed. I laid down next to her and leaned over and French kissed her again. I gently started rubbing her gorgeous muff again. She was holding me tight. She knew we were going to fuck again on her marital bed. Without a word, I got on top, spread her legs which she then wrapped around me. My cock seamlessly entered her pussy and we both began pumping, slowly at first but pretty soon, the bed was rhythmically singing with our love. I pumped what little cum I had left inside of her.
I had really wanted to see if she would consummate our illicit love affair on her marital bed. Not only did she do so but she did it with an enormous outpouring of passion, enthusiasm and outright lust.