When our two kids reached late teens and started spending more and more weekends away from our London home, Jane and I rediscovered sex. Not that we had lost track of it altogether - we had always been a fairly 'up for it' couple. But you know how it is...
Still, we started going out again – pubs, movies, a meal now and then, or we'd just get some wine in and relax. And whenever we knew the house would be empty on a Friday or Saturday night, we both knew what was on the agenda.
After twenty years there wasn't much we hadn't tried sexually as a couple – and enjoyed. Jane loved to give and receive oral as much as I did. She liked her lingerie too, specially stockings and thongs – she'd wear them when we went out and then keep them on later. There was a pretty comprehensive collection of toys hidden at the back of a wardrobe that started to come out more and more, a black wash-bag filled with half a dozen vibrators and dildos we'd acquired over the years. And we'd been having occasional anal for years too - something Jane had a particularly evident taste for.
She would always let me know when she was in the mood to have her 'bad place' played with. If I was down on her she'd shift around till her ass was on my tongue and then squeal with pleasure as I squeezed it in. Or she'd reach for the toys and come back with one of the slimmer vibes we'd bought for the very purpose, whispering; "I want this one tonight..." And with the house kid-free we got back to talking in bed too... stories of past lovers and experiences, the fantasies we'd both harboured and shared over the years that now managed to get us hornier than ever.
It seemed there were plenty of things we both still dreamed of doing. I'd always known how much Jane wanted to play with another woman – she enjoyed her own taste so much on my fingers or face and she'd told me she often thought about trying more. As for me, the idea of bringing just about anyone into our bed had been a huge turn-on for many years – women, another guy or a couple, whatever. I guess that's a pretty typical guy thing though, judging by most of the porn I read.
So about six months ago, the kids went off to music festivals leaving us home alone for three nights straight and we both knew what that meant. We got up on a Saturday morning with detailed plans for a day in the West End. A little clothes shopping first, including a lingerie department, followed by an hour or two in Soho where we'd become a lot less cautious about ducking into sex shops. We were in the market for new toys and anything else that took our fancy. Finally a nice bottle of wine with supper and maybe a couple more to take home.
We got back about ten loaded with bags and Jane slumped full length onto the sofa, a glass of wine in her hand. She propped her head on a hand and curled up her legs, smoothing her skirt over her ass and staring across at me with a lazy 'guess how I'm feeling' grin. She looked amazing for a woman of 44... she'd lost a lot of weight recently and was wearing tighter, clingier clothes than ever, as plenty of guys had noticed during the day. The leather skirt she had on now had ridden up over her legs to show just a tiny strip of pale thigh above black stocking tops, and in the low-cut silk top her breasts nestled together invitingly. She looked like the ultimate 'MILF'. "Don't move." I said, dashing upstairs for my camera.
When I got back she had moved, but only to increase the amount of leg on view. I took a couple of shots as she drew on a cigarette and showed her the results. We'd never actually taken 'sexy' pics of each other – not once in 20 years. Jane stared at the two shots and zoomed in.
"Wow. I actually look... well, pretty good!" She was genuinely surprised and looked up at me quizzically. "Shall we take some more?"
Well, you know how it goes. She ended up stripping slowly with me snapping away till all she had on was her black suspender belt, stockings and thong. Which was when we grabbed another bottle and headed for bed. With the camera.
It was a long session, even by our standards. By three in the morning she had come four times, twice on my tongue, once on my cock and again as I eased a brand new vibrator into her ass while sucking hard on her clit. I took dozens of photos – close-ups of her sucking my cock and then deep-throating a new jelly dildo that she'd just pulled, shining and wet, from her pussy. I caught shots of her face in orgasm and her pussy dripping with cum. Plus a whole series of her from behind as she knelt on all fours and played with herself, ending with the 9" jelly all the way in. She stared at the latest photos each time with growing excitement and delighted by how good she looked. As I told her, the shots were as good or better than any you'd see on amateur Internet sites. That wasn't really her thing, but she knew I visited them now and then.
"Really?" she asked. "I can't believe that..."
"OK, I'll prove it." I was back with the laptop in seconds and stretched out next to her, pulling up a favourite site. Jane stared intently as I clicked through a series of 'mature' posters – some of the women I knew she would compare herself to.
I showed her their profiles, their self-descriptions, their sexual preferences, the comments people had left. As I clicked onwards she suddenly stopped me;
"Fuck... what's that one?" It was a 'tribute' pic – someone had printed off a shot of a curvy mature brunette, peeking over her shoulder as the photographer snapped her ample ass and pussy from behind. Hovering above the print was a smooth, fat cock gripped tightly in a brown, hairy hand. The print itself was virtually obscured by a massive, pearly splatter of cum, pooling thickly right on the brunette's asshole.
"Oh my God."
"What? Pretty gross yeah?"
"Yes... Well, no... It's just... fuck that's a lot of cum..."
"There's hundreds of those. They're supposed to be flattering - and I guess it is when you think about it. I mean these guys have plenty of pics to choose from."
She now took over with the trackpad, exploring the whole site, amazed by the variety, the quality of some of the pics, the filthy comments and requests, the number of people who showed their faces. She kept going back to one poster – a middle-aged couple from the States whose posts included several sessions with a second guy, all shot in various hotel rooms with a couple of videos too.
"Wow... wonder how her husband keeps the camera still!"
She zoomed in on one shot, where the woman – a little large perhaps but very attractive - was gripping a massive, black cock as she sucked at it, her fingers barely meeting around its girth and her wedding/engagement rings clearly on show. In the next shot his come was flowing out of her mouth, down the shaft and over the rings. Jane was squirming now, softly mumbling the occasional 'wow' or 'fuck' or 'look at that...'.
One of the videos showed the woman straddling the same black guy, riding up and down enthusiastically on his horse-like cock. The camera suddenly became still, presumably as the photographer put it on a tripod, and then he appeared – an overweight, balding white guy about fifty, climbing onto the bed behind his wife and inching forward till his stiff, stubby cock was pushing against her asshole. She yelped softly as he pushed straight into her, then lowered her head to snake a pink tongue into her black lover's mouth. Jane's eyes were shining.
