Please note that the subject matter of this story fits into both the mature and fetish categories and involves adultery on the part of a man and a woman.
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As had been his practice recently, when Calvin Finley went out his back door and headed over to the garage of the farm a hundred yards up the road he made a point of taking a slightly different route than had been his custom over the last couple years, and the fact that it was his wife that alerted him that he was wearing a path between the two properties made him chuckle.
"You know Calvin, if it becomes obvious enough for me to see it, I suspect that someone else could tell as well," Alma had warned him, in effect assisting her husband of nearly 40 years in committing adultery with the woman next door.
"Much obliged," Calvin had said, appreciating the fact that while their marriage was not what it was, they still loved and cared about each other very much.
In fact, it was Calvin's wife who suggested that she had no objection to him seeking pleasure from another woman, her only wish was for him to be discreet and not embarrass her in their small backwoods town, because news like that in the sleepy hamlet of Piseco, New York traveled fast.
Alma's blessing of her always faithful husband finding a lover was a bit selfish on her part for two reasons.
"Maybe it's the change of life or something, but I just don't enjoy it anymore. It hurts," Alma confided, "and it's not your fault because you haven't changed, I guess my body has. But the main reason is that I've become rather fond of someone else, so this is my way of looking for your approval too."
"Who is he?" Calvin had asked, a little upset at the thought of Alma with another guy, but her answer calmed him down.
"Not a he dear. A she," Alma said.
"Oh. Well, in that case it's okay," he heard himself saying, surprising them both it seemed.
"You sure?"
"Want to give me a hint about who the lucky lady is?" Calvin prodded playfully. "Is it Lydia next door?"
"Goodness no," Alma had answered quickly. "Nothing against the woman mind you. She's a nice lady and it hurts me when I hear her getting screamed at and who knows what else by that slug of a husband. It's just that - well - the lady I'm fond of is a bit more feminine if you know what I mean."
Calvin knew exactly what Alma meant because Lydia Cole had a rather sever and almost mannish look because of her short black hair and usually stern expression, but she had other less than ladylike features that caught the senior's eye although he had done nothing but look before then.
It wasn't easy for the 64 year old farmer to try and seduce a woman after all those decades of married life but to his surprise Lydia Cole was not only flattered but to his surprise was interested.
They would have made for an odd couple if they were seen together in public, the tall and slender Lydia and the short and squat Calvin, since the only things they had in common were belonging to AARP and being in sexless marriages.
Lydia was understandably nervous about this, since her drunkard husband was a brute who enjoyed leaving bruises on the skinny woman's back because they didn't show that way, making it easier for them to show up at church on Sunday and pretend they were a real couple.
Luckily Hank Cole drank early and often enough so that when he passed out Lydia was able to sneak out the back door and meet her neighbor in a place that was not romantic but was convenient, the Cole's barn/garage.
Calvin had never told Lydia that his wife had given him permission because he felt that Lydia would feel odd about that, and Calvin never told Alma about his going next door for love either. Only the path had given him away but even so, she never said a word about it when she deduced it.
"Don't ask, don't tell," Alma had insisted for both of them from the start and they had stayed true to that, although Calvin had begun to expect that Alma's lover was the woman that styled hair in town.
This night was a special occasion, although Calvin knew that Lydia would have no idea what it was. He did buy the woman a little present though and had even wrapped it up, and it was in his pocket as he crept over the the side door of the barn, smiling when he saw the pink clothespin in the line that was Lydia's signal that she wanted Calvin to come over.
Safely inside, Calvin lit the tiny lamp that gave them the little illumination they needed, and after brushing off their bed of whatever dust had formed in the last three days, he set the gift down where Lydia sat.
Their "bed" was in fact a homemade work bench, probably the only thing Lydia's shit husband had ever done right, and while it wasn't a bed it served their purposes perfectly. Like most older people the two of them were set in their ways, and although Lydia was a bit baffled by Calvin's peculiar preferences at first, she was too happy being appreciated to mind and given the things she had been subjected to from her husband, Calvin's quirks were enjoyable.
"You look lovely dear," Calvin said as the door opened and Lydia came in, wearing slippers and a worn bathrobe, and although Calvin knew that she would be wearing a very plain unflattering white nightie underneath it his cock still stirred when it came off.
"Blind as a bat," Lydia snickered as she came up to Calvin, and although she had to bend a little to make up for her 5" height advantage, the kiss was every bit as passionate as ever.
"What's this?" Lydia asked when she saw the little package on the table.
"An anniversary present," Calvin said as Lydia opened it up and smiled when she saw the Nestle's Crunch bar, her favorite. "This is our 100th date."
"Oh, you keep track Daddy?" Lydia said, using the term Daddy because that was what she used to call her husband when he used to have sex with her, and she thought using it was safer than using her lover's name and slipping sometime.
"Absolutely."
"I guess that I now know I've had 100 orgasms
in the last couple years," she noted as she kissed her lover's forehead.
"You've cum twice a few nights though," Calvin reminded her as he took the little towel out of his back pocket and set it on the bench.
"That's right. Well, in honor of the occasion I guess I'll subject you to this," Lydia told him as she lifted the nightie off, something she didn't do often because she was ashamed at the way her tiny breasts drooped these days.
"You know I love them," Calvin assured her as he helped her onto the bench and lavished love on her breasts, hungrily taking almost the entire cones into his mouth and sucking eagerly before pulling the straps of his carpenter jeans off his shoulders and pulling off his shirt.
"This is proof of how much I love your knockers," Calvin clucked as he stepped back briefly and nodded down towards his manhood which was pointing at his lover, a cock that might lack a bit in length, but that was more than made up for by the outrageous thickness of the organ which Alma had become unable to bear as she aged.
"Looking swollen," Lydia quipped as she looked at her neighbor's weapon and smiled, recalling how different her reaction had been the first time she saw the absurd girth of Calvin's cock and felt him inside of her, but now she was so used to it that if her husband was ever sober enough to get an erection and mount her she didn't think she would feel him.
"You can eat your candy bar," Calvin told her as he knelt on the milk crate and spread Lydia's slender legs to look at the delightfully hairy delta where her pussy was hidden.
