*** So far, our mature housewife, Joyce, and her young swimming teacher, Kenny, whom she initially seduced, but he's now more than a willing partner have enjoyed illicit meetings and wild sex with her, passion beyond his wildest dreams. Life starts to moves on after sadness hits Joyce. ****
Kenny wondered what he'd done to upset Joyce. They'd been having great sex, each time parting as great friends, but he'd had the phone call asking him, no, telling him, that things had to be put on hold, and she'd ring him sometime in the future.
And that was it.
She was gone from his life.
He moved on, several affairs with married women, but nothing like Joyce.
It came close once with Margaret, who's husband was in South America on an extended business trip. She was a bored and sexually frustrated 30'something, who liked his phallic work equipment as much as his cock, she loved chatting to her friends on the phone whilst she used it or him.
"Oh Jane, it's marvellous, 14" straight up, he's sat here opposite me, wanking, watching me use it. Fuck, it's fucking good. I'll get you round next time he's here, we can share it and him. Go girl, I can hear yours vibrating. Let's come together. Ramming it in now, fffffuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkk, I'm squirtinggggggggggg".
And that was how it went, until her husband came home after 4 weeks away, and then Margaret was gone, never heard of again. Shame, she was a "looker" and could get her legs over her head!
There were plenty of of one night stands, a few that lasted weeks, even a colleagues wife after a wild night in a club, but never another Joyce until she rang him out of the blue after about 4 months.
"Sorry, Had a bad time the last few months. Brian passed away after an illness." And burst into tears.
Kenny didn't know what to say, other than the norn, " Oh, I'm so sorry, what terrible news."
They exchanged a few sentences of sorrow and how she's managing and then she said," I'd like to see you, no sex, but for a chat, you ok with that?"
"Of course, after what you've been through," he replied and arrangements were made.
A week later Kenny went to see her, and chatted for an hour or more, and as he was getting ready to leave, Joyce said "I do want you, I need our sex, I'm still a woman with needs. Call on me when you want and if I'm free, then we can make love."
After a passionate kiss, hug and another kiss he left.
A few days later he started a night shift for a week and knew there'd be no chance of seeing her for 10 days, so, at 4.00am the next night he left work early, and went straight to Joyce's home.
After a gentle knock on the door and a whisper through the letter box, she awoke, let him in, saying, "let me clean my teeth, and pop to the toilet."
She had a thin cotton robe on, but was naked underneath. He could see the outline and movement of her swaying breasts, and he thought she was obviously pleased to see him by the firmness of her nipples.
And no panties.
Into the bathroom he followed her, and as she bent over the basin brushing her teeth he stood behind her, pulled the drawer belt, letting the robe open and held her breasts in both hands. He rolled those nipples between his fingers, "Good morning Joyce, I've missed you, I've missed these."
"Can't a girl have a minute alone?" she replied, wiped her mouth, turned round and kissed him. Her tongue pushing open his lips and probing his mouth, sucking him into her.
As they stood embracing he cupped her buttocks with his hands, squeezing and kneeding the firm flesh, the flesh he'd desired for the last few months.
"Oh Joyce, I love you," he whispered through her tongue.
Moving her hand to his groin and grasping his rock hard cock, and finally moving her tongue from his mouth, said, "Is this what they mean by an early rise!"
She then released his cock, turned around, lifted the robe and sat on the toilet," one minute, please." She asked.
"No, I've wanted you for so long," as he stood directly in front of her, and opened his zip, pulled out his dripping cock which she greedily sucked into her mouth, at the same time he cupped her breasts and supported them, just holding them, and smiled into her eyes as she wee'd, her bladder emptying and they fondled each other.
"My bed, now!" she said, after releasing his cock, his pre-cum all over her lips.
"Yes, my lover," and Kenny walked through to the bedroom they'd shared many times a while ago, shedding his clothes on his journey, and as he climbed onto the bed, naked, he saw his reflection in the mirrors of the wardrobes.
He smiled to himself and said " Finally, I'm going to fuck her," as Joyce knelt behind him, reached round, grabbed his cock, pulled the foreskin back, exposing its wet, dripping bulbous head and said, "Oh you definitely are, stud."
Joyce rolled over onto her back, outstretched her arms, her breasts standing proud and round, her nipples nearly as big as his thumbs waiting expectantly to be pinched, and her legs spread wide, exposing her pussy, and even under the thin covering of her pubes he could see her lips glistening with her first expulsion of her cum juice.
It was a simple message, "Take me, please." she said.
"You don't want a warm up?" he asked.
"No, I've wanted sex for months, I've wanted to make love to you since, literally, we parted last time. No, just stick it in me and please, fuck me.
So he did, he lay on top of her, and as if by remote control, his cock slid into her pussy, her lips clamped around his cock, then slowly he raised his hips, then just as slowly he lowered them.
Up, down, up, down he continued the rhythmic motion.
He looked at this beautiful woman, sadly now a widow, her eyes closed, a tear trickling down her left cheek.
As he continued, slowly, working her, he leaned his head down and kissed her on the lips.
She whimpered "Faster please."
And his hips and piston cock built up his speed, his cock now sqelching in her abundantly flowing juices filling her pussy.
And then, smiling, he said "I love you Joyce." as he shot his load into her, a torrent of hot salty sperm filled her channel, stream after stream.
"Roll over," she said, before he'd even finished, and they swapped positions, him on his back as she slithered down his sweat soaked body, and she wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock, still covered in his sperm and mixed with her juices. A total love potion.
And she sucked it until it was clean and not surprisingly hard again.
"Who's a clever boy, then." said Joyce.
"Who's a clever girl is more like it, what next is the question." asked Kenny.
"Do you know what I'd like more than anything?" Joyce asked.
