This story involves older people, which would make it a candidate for the Mature category, but it involves a wife who strays so Loving Wives is also a possibility although it's not a vindictive story. Where it ends up is Literotica's call.
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"Oh well," the woman who lived across the hall from me sighed after looking at the clock and setting her coffee cup down. "I better get back home because John usually wakes up around now."
"All I can say is that I'm so glad we got to meet," I replied as I rose to show Alice out, this time making sure that my robe was closed as I did. "Should you ever feel like another cup of my mediocre coffee when the papers arrive, feel free to tap on my door because I'm an early riser. And I get the coffee brewing early."
"I may take you up on that Carl, because your coffee is far better than mine turns out," Alice told me as she smiled widely, her blue grey eyes sparkling. "And I enjoy the company."
I watched Alice Coleman pad across the hallway to her apartment which was directly across from mine on the second floor of the senior apartment building I had recently moved into, her tiny white socks and her pink slippers having her looking as cute as could be, and since all I had on was a robe and slippers my dress was even more casual than hers.
We had just actually met about an hour ago, although we had gotten glimpses of each other before then as I moved in, and to say we had a very unusual meeting would be an understatement. After peeking out into the hallway a couple of times hoping for the morning paper to be there, I opened the door again to find Mrs. Alice Coleman with my newspaper in one hand and her other hand moving to tap on the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she blushed after we startled each other. "I heard your door opening earlier so I assumed you were looking for your paper. He just got here."
After introducing myself I thanked her and invited the senior in, and to my delight Alice took me up on my invitation for a cup of coffee. After ushering her to the kitchen I mentioned that I would put something more substantial on but Alice insisted that I was fine the way I was, mentioning that she spent most of her days looking at a man in a robe so this wasn't out of the ordinary and added that she liked the variety I offered.
You see Alice was a married woman but her husband of almost 40 years had suffered a stroke almost a year ago and now the apparently once vibrant Mr. Coleman was pretty much confined to a wheelchair and a mere shell of his former self.
As I learned over the course of the visit, Alice was still as she phrased it, full of get-up-and-go which made it tough for both her and her husband, and I had figured out that there was still fire in the petite lady's furnace the moment I had opened my apartment door and I saw where her eyes went.
It was an accident that when I opened the door my bathrobe was open, I swear to it. Seeing my neighbor startled me as much as it had Alice, but I didn't realize my robe was exposing the fact that I sleep in the nude until I saw Alice's eyes going down, and the fact that she didn't avert her gaze made me think she liked what she saw. That was something I was used to, although revulsion was as common as a smile when a woman would see my rather sizeable endowment, so when Alice seemed to approve I took my time clinching the robe together and pretended not to notice her interest.
As we sat at my kitchen table and got to know each other a bit I was aware that Alice would glance down casually from time to time to see if my robe had opened up, but I was a gentleman and kept myself covered, in part due to the fact I had a semi-erect penis that was due to being very attracted to Alice who had a bit of a Florence Henderson look going on. That, her pert figure and shapely arms that looked nothing like those attached to most 65 year old women had gotten my attention, and the more I learned about Alice the harder I got.
I learned that Alice was 65, and when I told her that I was 64 she made a shocked expression and asked how I felt about older women, adding right after that she was only kidding, and that might have been true in part. She expressed the proper sympathy after I told her I had been divorced for about 8 years and laughed when I suggested that if she knew any eligible females in the community she should feel free to introduce me to them.
"Oh, I don't think you'll need any help in that regard Mr. James," Alice had assured me, telling me that I was a well mannered and handsome man, and being a retired policeman didn't hurt either.
The handsome part was a stretch because I consider myself at best very average looking, with my bald skull an intentional concession to losing the battle with thinning and graying, but my 6' frame is still in decent shape so I suppose I'm alright overall. My only somewhat exceptional asset was usually kept a secret but was something that Alice had discovered when we met.
After Alice went back across the hall I eventually took a shower, and still aroused from my little interplay with Mrs. Coleman ended up getting myself off while picturing her perky figure, her warm smile and those lovely arms, and it was that image of Alice brushing her hair off her shoulder and exposing her delightful underarm that had me cumming all over the tub.
I supposed that was an indication of how desperate I was for female affection that such a somewhat innocent morning got me so excited, especially since she was married and devoted to her ailing husband, but that's what four months without sex does to me. In any event, I hoped that Alice would indeed come back over for a cup of coffee again like she said she would.
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Alice did not return the next morning, perhaps not wanting to seem too forward, but she did come back the morning after and the next few mornings as well, always bright eyed and chipper and looking far too good for anybody to have a right to look at 6:30 in the morning. My strategy? Answer the door wearing my robe once again, although making sure to have the robe closed, but I did notice that Alice subtly glanced down each time s.
Our conversations grew more personal but never in a tacky way, and I couldn't help getting the impression that Alice was flirting with me a bit, although it was nothing obvious. I enjoyed that and tried to flirt back, even if I might not have been as subtle as she was. Those blue-grey eyes had a way of really getting me, and while I had usually favored women who were a little more solidly built, her petite figure was growing on me as well. Alice had what seemed like an endless series of blouses, all sleeveless, and I suspect she knew her arms were her strong point because of the way she showcased them.
I believe it was the sixth morning Alice stopped by when our banter got a little more intimate, and I don't think it was because I had gotten a couple of pastries from the bakery to go with the coffee but more an indication that we were getting closer. I mentioned that I was amazed at how great she looked each morning and how I felt like a bum greeting her in a robe.
"You have wonderful taste in blouses," I mentioned, causing her to blush a bit, and that pink increased when I added, "I confess to being an admirer of your arms, how wonderfully toned and shapely they are, so I'm pleased you have so many sleeveless tops."
"Thank you," Alice replied. "It must be in part from helping John in and out of his chair. That's how I get my muscles."
Alice said that in jest because her slender limbs were toned but not overly muscular, but when she grinned and made a muscle I enjoyed seeing her little bicep bulge as she posed.
"You also have gorgeous underarms," I added as I looked at the creamy little hollow formed by her flexing.
"I do?" Alice responded as she looked over at her armpit. "Well thank you again. I'm glad I shaved."
"Wouldn't have mattered to me either way," I answered and then took a chance by confessing something. "That first morning you visited? You have this adorable habit of reaching up and nudging your hair behind your ear, and when I caught a glimpse of that tiny wisp of hair you had under your arm that morning - well I thought that was sexy too."
