It was nearly a year from the day my 75-year-old neighbour, Pat, gave me the come-on before I finally got it on with her. When I learned her friend, Hannah, too, was up for some sexual gratification, it took me less than a week to consummate my lust.
Sex with Pat had been phenomenal but had been only possible when her husband, Jock, was up in Scotland. Pat had set up what was to be a regular Monday meet at Hannah's house. The deal was: keep Hannah, a 68-year-old widow, sweet in lieu of rent. I learned of the proposal on a Friday. The following Monday I fucked Hannah and Pat.
For most of Sunday my body had experienced two dominant sensations: a hangover and a hard-on. I tried to distract myself by playing music but Mr. Stiffy wasn't ready to go away. My wife's hangover was worse than mine so a quick marital leg-over was off limits. I broke the habit of a lifetime and went into the study to work, freeing up time for the following day.
Pat's car was outside when I arrived at Hannah's bungalow. It was nearly 10 o'clock in the morning. I was half an hour later than we'd arranged.
Pat, who answered the door, was wearing a long, red velour gown. Sitting on the end of the three seat sofa, Hannah was similarly clad in a pale blue satin gown. Pulled tight, it accentuated the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were prominent. I had been half hard walking up the driveway. Now I was sporting an erection which felt like cast iron.
A brief conversation with Pat over the fence on Saturday had established that none of was comfortable with a full on threesome and that acts of the greatest intimacy would probably be limited to one on one.
It seemed appropriate, however, to relax with some cuddling and gentle foreplay. I sat between the two women with each of my arms around their respective shoulders. I gently brushed my fingers on the outer side of their breasts.
After a few minutes, I used the tips of my fingers to tease around their nipples which had taken second and third place as the hardest thing in the room. Neither Pat nor Hannah complained when I slipped a hand inside their gowns and gently massaged their soft, welcoming flesh.
I was starting to consider my next move when Pat took the decision out of my hands.
After treating my ear to a warm, moist, probing tongue she said in a whisper so low Hannah was unlikely to have heard.
"Hannah's never had her pussy sucked. Lick her cunt and show her what she's been missing. Lick her cunt and make her cum. Then eat me."
My chest was thumping and I felt a strong urge to blurt out a string of four letter words. Not wishing to do anything to compromise the atmosphere, I decided to resist that particular temptation.
I did, however, tell Hannah I would kneel down in front of her and if she were to open her gown and part her thighs I would introduce her to the joy of cunnilingus.
Despite her obviously shy streak, Hannah duly obliged. After carefully caressing the inside of her thighs, I allowed my tongue to trace the same pattern. She was already panting when I used my fingers to pull her puffy outer lips wide apart and blow gently along the length of her gash, stopping just below her clit.
I repeated the procedure using my tongue, before taking her clit between my lips and administering a gentle rhythmic sucking. I was too focused on what I was doing to be fully aware of Pat but judging from the noises, she was giving herself a right good fingering.
No sooner than Hannah had exploded with an exceptionally loud and prolonged orgasm, Pat wasted no time in grabbing hold of the two of us and dragging us into Hannah's bedroom where the three of us flopped on to the king-size bed.
"My turn, now," said Pat, as she straddled my face and humped her sex hard, fast and rough.
I realised the plan for one-on-one coupling was soon to be thrown out of the window.
