This is the second in the irregular update of REAL LIFE action events. There is nothing exaggerated or invented here. It is just as it happened.
Finally after some weeks of being way too busy with examinations, friends, and parties, my wife and I had the opportunity to be alone at home. It's not that the kids (now 22 and 18!!) bothered us, but there is a difference between being alone at home and having your daughters there. It's not only the hassle of having to cook or prepare food for them. It's something else entirely. Just the thought that we could spend the day alone in quiet was heavenly to us.
Although it was only late January, the weather was sunny, and the mercury touching 22 degrees Celsius (I guess that's about 70F). Our plan was to read and sip cocktails on our roof. (I have to re-itirate that here in Malta, our roofs are flat, much like they are in Spain and Greece.) With this Mediterranean climate, they were a godsend to have as they could be turned into anything one might fancy.
Our roof is about 90 feet by 21 feet, from which a room of 13 by 11 had to be deducted because, well, because a wash-room was built there. This wash room provided privacy from the much populated area behind us. To the left we had a four foot high dividing wall, which was enough actually as our neighbours on that side were a full two storeys below us. To the right we had a six foot high wall which divided us from the neighbours on that side.
We had built a small metal-frame awning with wooden planks on top, providing shade, and a bamboo 'curtain' to shield us from the neighbour on the right just in case they were taking a peek. To all extents we were hidden from view.
Why all the details? Just to point out that we had an area that was totally private. A small 'pool' was built out of pond liner and stone blocks. I call it a pool with huge reserve as it was actually just somewhere for us to relax, perhaps 18 inches deep. It was great in winter with constant hot water available from the huge solar water heater, and fantastic in summer to cool in.
Today we had mixed the water somewhat warmer, and let it cool down as the day got hotter. I had a pair of soccer shorts on while the wife had a black training bra and small white panties, which would be, to all effects, transparent in the water.
We settled in with the drinks, and after half an hour, the water was warming up enough with the weather, enough to not require adding hot water from the solar heater tank. I was enjoying the sun on my body, and as a consequence, took off my shorts, leaving me naked.
Jack smiled as she saw me take it off. She knew what would follow. I would get a hard-on in the sun, and unless she did something about it, I would soon be playing with my dick. (I had no qualms in bringing myself off, like so many others do). I looked at her as she put her book down on a side-table and took off her panties and bra. We loved having sex and tried to not miss out whenever we could take it. We simply enjoyed having orgasms too much to let them pass by.
We moved towards each other and kissed, lost in the heat of passion, and the warm water helped us on our way to achieve that point. I hefted her heavy breasts in my hand, so soft and pliant. Some preferred breasts that stood up proudly on a woman's chest, and at 48, my wife's tits hung down a bit more than they should, but i have to say that enjoying their weight was superbly sensuous.
I tweaked her nipples which stood out on end, and hefted the weight of her breasts from these two diamond points. She gasped in pain and pleasure, which made me even more horny. Her legs were splayed open, and I could see her big fat wet pussy, so pink and inviting. Her clitoris stood on end, a thin nubbin I loved so much. I swear my cock was going to explode with the hardness it was experiencing.
We kissed hungrily, letting our passions flow. Again, we loved to abandon any pretence of love and just enjoy sex for what it was, the pure animalistic pleasure of simply enjoying one's body.
Her small hand made its way downwards to grasp my cock, already leaking in anticipation. She wanked me slowly, the head popping out of my foreskin pleasurably. I got up and pulled her to me as we continued kissing. Turning slowly, I pushed her down on a chaise lounge that we used for sunbathing , and draped her legs open on the plastic arms. Jack was now spread open beneath me, fat lips glistening in the morning sun, with her little clit begging for attention. I kneeled in front of her, and without touching any other part of her body, licked from her ass up to her freshly shaven mound.
For some reason I cannot explain, I have always enjoyed looking at a woman's mons, it excited me so much. I enjoyed sucking on that soft flesh just above where her pussy started. Shaving made it smooth, using depilating cream however made it silky and soft.
I gorged myself on that lovely piece of meat, before settling on her clit and pulling sharply on it. Her toes wiggled with pleasure, and Jack's hands were lost in my hair as she massaged and pulled on it according to how I was doing.
My fat tongue was poking at her hole and my wife cooed with pleasure. I knew this would be enough to bring her to a small orgasm, so I continued pushing while strumming her clit with my fore-finger. Within a minute she whimpered and came, gushing a little onto my mouth, a sweet/tangy combination I found intoxicating. I needed to put my cock somewhere, I needed to come, and I didn't care where that hole was. Mouth, ass, pussy, all were game in my book. We had started experimenting with anal, and while it made her sore for a few days, we both agreed that the orgasms were totally worth it.
