Nobody Wants an Old Man

1st story [never submitted]

2nd story - "Panty Puzzle"

3rd story - "Nobody wants an old man"

"Why do you put up with her?" My first born was almost scolding me. "Just move out."

He and his wife, Tashnika, had taken me out for lunch when I got a phone call from my wife. She knew where I was and who I was with but she just didn't give a shit.

Samantha's world was just filled with her. Only her and HER needs. She was shouting on the phone. "Why did you have to go out? You know I need MY things in order. Can't you see how dirty the pool is?"

"Love, I thought we agreed that I would clean the pool tomorrow after making breakfast." I was pleading with her and still she was cold.

"Why must everything of mine have to wait? What about my bed? When you going to fix that piece of shit? Infact now I what a new one. You have no respect for me. If you don't start showing me some respect the only thing you going to bring closer is our devoice." and she hung up. I knew what she meant. We had not been sharing the same bed for sometime now. Samantha had 'stopped all my privileges' after I had commented that one of her friends, Elsa, was looking nice. I might have used the word 'sexy.'

"I'm really starting to hate cell phones." I tried to joke but Timothy persisted, "Just leave her dad."

"She truly doesn't deserve you." Tashnika added.

"Samantha is not that bad..."

"RUBISH..."

"Shh! Not so loud Tim.." Tashnika clamed him a little but you could still see the anger in his face.

"Dad, I've been there. I know what you've been through. I just don't know why you still there."

Timothy was not Samantha's child. I had him when I was just sixteen. His mother was a fiery nineteen year old neighbor of ours who babysat me and my younger sister. She was my first and taught me all the basics. Our 'affair' lasted almost a year and ended very abruptly when the bulge in her stomach started to show and I was on my way to become a daddy. Of course I could not be blamed, being a minor, and the source of all my happiness was soon shipped off to her father's family and our child given up for adoption. Timothy found me, I truly don't know how, just a little over two years ago after he had fallen in love with Tashnika, his 'cousin'. Apparently his 'mother' had taken pity on the two of them and told him he was adopted. With no blood between them, their affair immediately went public. They both hated having to hide 'something so good.'

- When I asked Timothy how was his mother, he just broke down and cried. Denise had died in a car accident five months before he tried to contact her, with no other children. Her will had mentioned a child but with no name. His mother had lost her husband many years before and Tim had enough to leave his home country and find me,,, with all my problems. I did not know I was a dad. My parents were not told about the adoption. They had been told the Denise had had a miscarriage. We never saw or even heard from Denise or her parent again. We soon move from that city but still my parents kept a very close eye on me though, all the way into legal age.

I was fetched from school. I had to leave my bed room door open, even if I was alone and no girls anyway. I couldn't even lock the bathroom door. I had to wank in the school toilets and boy was I horny, having tasted the forbidden fruit before just made it that much tougher.

That was until Samantha came to the rescue,,, and boy could she cum. She was a chubby sex pot. Everything about her was big. Big eyes. Big Boobs. Big ass. AND a beautiful big pussy. I met her in my first year of college. We were both trying to keep a low profile and somehow found each other. We were soon in each other pants and we married at the tender age of twenty. I had eyes for no-one else and was always rewarded with big 'wild punda.' But when Samantha found out she could not have children started to let herself go. The pounds really packed on, but I loved my wife and still found her sexy.

I should have never told Elsa that she was looking 'so sexy in her jeans' because that night, no, that moment my wife dried up. It had been many years now. Many years of pleading,,, which just gave Samantha more power over me. Many years of wanking. And too many prostitutes. Thanks ladies. -

"Leave her dad. You'll find some one else,,,, BETTER TOO."

"Nobody want an old man my son."

"mmmm! You'd be surprised." Tashnika had a naughty smile on her face when she quietly let that out her putty lips. She shyly looked down when I looked at her. She was definitely a beautiful woman but there was no way I was going to entertain any thoughts of...... No way. I did not want to lose my son again.

"You can come stay with us dad. That's okay isn't it Tash?" Timothy wasn't letting up.

"I know some people who'd be very happy to hear that." She still seemed somewhat shy, and naughty. I was still very confused. Was my son's wife trying to come onto me in front of her husband? Hell no!

"Okay, I'll think about it." I knew I was saying that more to get the pressure off because at one stage it looked like the old couple on the table next to us were ready to join the conversation and I'm a rather private person and don't like people in my business.

"But you two are still a young couple and I don't want to get in you'll way." I was desperate to let Tashnika know that I respected their marriage and she should not have any plans.

"You could stay at with Felicity. I know she would love to have you." Tashnika put an obvious emphasis on the 'have'.

Felicity, Tashnika's sister, was only two years older than her and lived alone after her devoice. It was less than a year into their marriage when Felicity found her husband in bed with his best friend. She had married him because he seemed to be the stable sort. This woman was gorgeous to say he least. You'd have to be gay to give up on her.

Suddenly the heavy weight I had hanging over me was lifted. Tashnika didn't want me for herself. She wanted me for her super sexy sister. I'm sure they could all see my smile, as much as I tried to hide my excitement. Felicity was only twelve years my junior and was more than legal. I had no reason nor could I even think of refusing.

"Okay then. Make the plans." I was looking at Tashnika, hoping she understood what I meant. " I just need to finalize things and say my good-byes."

We shared hugs and my son and his wife headed though the airport gates.

My mind was racing with all the ideas I had. On my way home I stopped at a few hardware and utility stores. I had to fix the wife's bed, and fix it good. I also stopped at Jimmyz sex shop and got the other supplies I needed to pull off my plan.

I drove into "our" driveway and found Samantha driving out. She refused to even greet me. I went in and straight to my office to call my lawyer. Billy had been over to our house many times and also knew, quite well, what I was going through.

"No, Billy. No need for that. Just give her a deal that she caught refuse. The house and all it's contents, other than my personal and work related stuff, she can have. The cottage by the lake goes to Timothy as you know. We don't want to be too cruel or to kind. Offer her half of the local bank account but make sure she realizes that she can only live of the interest and when she passes on that money goes to Timothy. But remember, Billy, this only happens on next Friday." My inheritance and wise investments had paid off, so I had more than enough.

My divorce was on the way. Freedom was in range. And with some luck Felicity's super sexy body.

My next call was to "The pool man". I didn't have enough time to do everything myself. I immediately started work on my soon to be ex-wife's bed. My mechanical knowledge made it easy for me and I soon had it repaired with the extras from Jimmyz. I looked at the repaired bed and memories of the fun times we had came flying back. I was hard just thinking of my plans for the next few days. By the time the pool man was ready to leave I had layed the dinning table with an array of Samantha's favorites and had a bottle of her sleeping tablet ready.

Dinner went as expected, with Samantha complaining at me as if I had cooked; little did she know, I had ordered from a close restaurant and I thought the food was very good, but I am used to her complaints. She was soon nodding of from the laced drink I served her. I let Samantha know that her bath was ready and offered to "do her back", little did she know I planned on "doing her front and back."

I helped out of her cloths and into the bath. I tried to explain that I still found her attractive when she caught me looking but she told me to save those looks for my blow up doll. I laughed and reminded her that that what I used to call her just when she started putting on weight. Jimmyz pills must have been working cause she joined me with a small giggle. As I washed my soon to be ex-wife, I paid extra attention to clean all those privet areas I planned on taking advantage of a little later. I was pleased to feel her body responding. Her leg parted as my cloth covered hand found it's way to her hairy, and I do mean "hairy", patch. I felt her knees shiver from a mini orgasm and I knew I had to stop or my plan would foil. I hurryingly got her robe ready fearing that her gulping down her laced wine might have passing out in the bath and leaving me with a big problem. We staggered to her old bedroom with most of her weight leaning on me and her robe not done. She collapsed onto her bed not bothering about her fanny being exposed.

"Thanks Jimmyz." escaped my lips but happily she had passed out.

I lifted Samantha, my daily hour and half at the gym paying off, and removed her robe. I proceeded to rig up the extras I had got from hardware and, yes, Jimmyz.

I had time on my side so I started with some early evening "bush trimming." My hair trimmer buzzed softly as I watch her hair fall away and her pussy start to glisten with a sheen I used to know well. I could not help to wonder what she was dreaming about. Me? I put the trimmer down, picked up my razor and Samantha was soon sporting a big bald pussy. Her legs and armpit also fell victim to my razor. I thought about the ingrowns she'd be suffering and her having to resist the need to attend to the itch and scratch made me put some extra effort into making sure that pussy was smooth.

She looked so hot my hard on was started to hurt in my pants. I stripped naked and fetched my still camera from my office. The video cameras had been running from the time I heard Samantha's car in the driveway and were connected directly to my computer, so no need to 'change the tape.' I took some close ups of her pussy and then licked it a couple of time, just to make sure I had removed all the hair and to get her pussy really wet for the next couple of shots. I was so turned on it only took a couple of strokes before I came all over her soon to be very fucked pussy.

I took a few more close ups of her cum coated pussy and then I cleaned Samantha with a basin and wash rag and changed the bedding. I set an alarm clock and slept next to my wife for the first time in years and for the last time ever, both of us naked.

Samantha awoke to find me bathed and in a robe. She also found herself naked, her legs in stirrups, gyny style, and completely immobilized with some very comfy restraints from Jimmyz. I heard her whimpering and turned from the window. I apologized for the gag in her mouth but explained that her friend Elsa had phoned and would be around in an a few minutes. I also told her that I planned on seducing her and she was welcome to watch us on the live cams I had setup, pointing to the three televisions I had wheeled into her room while she slept. I showed her the vibrator I had in my hand and told her that I didn't plan on her missing out so I would be leaving this "remote husband", as Jimmy had called it.

I dropped to my knees between her legs and started to eat her out. She was saying something but I couldn't hear her and soon her bucking and fighting changed to humping my face. I split her lips and licked her as deep as I could. My fingers slipped into her hunger hole with an ease I found very familiar. I kept going until was sure she was ready for my stand in. I pushed the vibrator into her, a little surprised as to how easy she handled the "big boy", and pumped her pussy as fast as I could and as hard as she used to like. Samantha must have cum many times judging from the wetness of her 'manhole.' I tilted the vibe so the tip was grassing over her g-spot with every stroke. I kept this up for a few minutes, then she had lifted her big ass off the mattress and I knew this was a big one. Samantha shock like a reed in a fast running river as she enjoyed the aftermath of one of the many orgasms I had planned for her. I watched her with a hero smile on my face. I knew this workout had helped her lose more than just a few calories and asked her if she knew any better way to exercise. Samantha could talk but she shock her head with a very positive 'NO'.

I heard Elsa's car come up the drive and strapped Jimmyz device to Samantha's privates. She looked at me as I closed my robe, my erection more than obvious, and in her satisfied eyes I could see some jealousy or even sadness. I pressed the button of the remote in my pocket and watched her buck as the device kicked in. Turning off the "remote husband", I closed the bedroom door and went to answer the door bell.

Elsa was seven years older than Samantha to the day. That was the bond they shared after meeting at a flower shop. Samantha was buying herself some roses, you see I could never buy her any. I had once joked amongst some friends about flowers being the reproductive organs of plants and a lady should always be aware of what a man might be suggesting when he gave her flowers. Since that day I was not allowed to buy her any. I tried. I truly tried and many roses found their way into the garbage. Anyway back to Elsa, the fourty seven year old sex goddess.

I answered the door and Elsa was sporting a flowery summer dress. I swear I could see the light shining through as she stood in the doorway handing me her parcels. She had a narrow waist and slightly wider hips but you could still see a small gap in-between her legs by her snake hole.

"What's this?" I asked.

"You looking real sexy in that dress." I added as my eye gave her a thorough examination.

"Thanks. Breakfast? Samantha must be far for you to say that so loud. Where is she?"

I took the parcel from her and hide my bulge behind the door as Elsa walked in. "She's a little tied up I'm afraid. I'll have to do for your company for the day, if that's okay." Elsa had no idea how true those words were.

"You know I find your company very satisfying to say the least and if it weren't for Samantha I would enjoy it more." Elsa turned around to face me, I had just closed the front door and was enjoying the view of her firm round bum looking so inviting in that tiny G-string.

My eyes scanned her front view with the same satisfaction. She had a very petite figure. My eyes were glued to her tiny titties. Elsa cleared her throat and smiled at me as our eyes met. She looked down at my bulge and smiled, broader this time, turned and walk towards the kitchen. "Let's have some breakfast so bring those parcels and let's get cooking."

Elsa seemed to put a little more sway in her walk that just added to the troubles I was having controlling my erection. Yes I had other plans but I was hungry, and felt I could use the situation to my benefit. We soon had the bacon sizzling and I wondered what the aroma was doing to my wife. In an instant I had a new plan on how I was going to get more from Samantha this weekend. Elsa and I kept brushing up against each other through out the "cooking". I kept passing comments on how the company just seemed to be making the cooking and the food better. I wasn't hiding my arousal and Elsa wasn't hiding her looking. She flashed a lot of inner thigh when she got up from the breakfast table and I looked without any shyness. Elsa bent over, showing off the roundness of her ass to me, and pulled out the step I had fitted to the floor of all the kitchen cupboards and stepped up to put the pepper away when I came up behind her and pressed my fully erect penis into the crack of her ass. I had opened my robe, my naked erection pressing deep in the crack of her sexy ass. Elsa wriggle and I cupped her little titties in both hands. Her nipples were hard and I knew I was going to enjoy this.

Elsa pushed her butt against my invader. "Is this for me?"

"All the desert you can eat. Anyway you like." I replied.

I dropped my hands and lifted her dress clean over her shoulders. Her back was gourgess and got all the kisses it deserved and as I got lower, towards her ass, she leaned forward. My kisses were sending little shivers through her spine and my hands were gently caressing her boobies and her abs. This girl had no fat. None. I gripped her little panties and pulled them down. You could smell her fresh juices and I could hardly wait to get to the source. I licked down the crack of her ass and my hands went back to her firm, no her hard titties. She was small so everything was in reach. I pull on her nipples and her first "yes" escaped from her tiny mouth as mine reached her silky pussy and my tongue probe her opening a loader "YES" told me this was not going to be quiet shag. No Mama. This was to be one vocal fuck.

The step was wide enough for Elsa to easily part her feet after she had kicked her panty completely off. My hands left her bullet nipples and down her short but shapely legs. When I reached her ankle, I imagined what Samantha could see on those TV's; her best friend in her kitchen, with her husband, with only her high heels on. My hands went back up her legs and my right hand searched for her little clitty, hidden in what seemed to be a very "hidden clitty" type of pussy. She was bald, no hair down there, and wet. Yes wet enough to be mention more than once.

"Fuck yeah!" Elsa was getting louder and I laughed in my mind at the thought of her also needing a gag.

I had found her love button and Elsa was pleased. I remembered Samantha and the "remote husband" and reached for it with my left hand. Once I had pressed the button I let my robe fall off. Now we were both naked. Then I put extra effort into pressing Elsa buttons.

"I'm cumining. I'm fucking cuummmiingggg." Elsa was screaming as her juices poured on my face almost choking me with her extra sweet nectar.

While Elsa was still shaking through her orgasm, I stood up and lined my penis with her fuck hole.

"Put it in me you bastard, don't tease."

"Oh! There'll be no teasing now. I'm just too horny." I replied and pushed all eight inches of my fat meat into her. I held her hips and pulled, trying to get as deep as I could. Elsa just braced herself on the kitchen cupboards and pushed back on me, groaning in the sexiest cat sounds I've ever heard. I pulled out half way and stopped to enjoy the view of my glistening pole sticking out of her. Elsa grunted and pushed back, swallowing my pole once again. This only made me more excited and I pounded faster and harder. My big balls were slapping loudly against her clitty cleavage and Elsa was shouting her praises.

"Oh! Yeah! Fuck me hard. OH! OH! Just like that you big dicked bastard."

I pinched her little nipples and pulled on them.

'FUUUCKK. Yeah! Fuck me. I'm going to cum AGAIN. I'M GONNA CUM HARD." With that Elsa started licking the cupboard door while groaning.

Her "raw" approach to sex pushed me over the top and I came deep in old Elsa's pussy. I came so hard my knees were shaking.