Removing his hands from her full breasts Elizabeth York eased away from her husband's embrace.
"I'm sorry Richard, I'm just not the slightest bit interested. I'm really tired and all I want to do is go to bed." She stifled yet another yawn before giving her husband a quick peck on the lips. "Good night darling and thank you for a lovely evening."
Richard made a grab for her arm but missed. "I want to go to bed too dear," he replied suggestively. "Come on, it's your birthday... and you look so good... and I just thought..."
"I'm sure you did Richard but as I say, I'm not the slightest bit interested in sex with you tonight," she interrupted. "Besides, we've not done it for years anyway, so why now?"
"I don't know," Richard replied with just a hint of exasperation, "you never seem interested and life is slipping us by..."
Elizabeth by now had reached the foot of the stairs. She turned back to look over her shoulder. "All the more reason. We're too old for all that nonsense. Besides, you can't do IT anyway." She turned back and climbed the stairs.
Richard watched her retreating back and sighed deeply. Her words whilst harsh were true. He couldn't get it up, no matter how hard he tried but his enjoyment would have been in getting her to an orgasm. He missed the intimacy of the close contact between them. Fondling her large breasts, sucking on her erect nipples and feeling them swell even more between his lips, squeezing her delightful ass, sliding his fingers in and out of her slick pussy, driving her on towards her eventual climax. And he knew he would have been successful tonight because of the amount of alcohol she'd consumed.
He'd really thought he was in with a chance. It was Elizabeth's fifty eighth birthday and to celebrate he'd treated her to a meal at the newly opened gastro pub just outside of town. It had been a wonderful evening. The drinks had flowed and the food had been superb. They'd laughed and joked and he'd complimented her all night about how good she looked.
Elizabeth though had made light of his compliments. It didn't matter what he said, she just brushed them off dismissively. To her she didn't look good. She wasn't sexy. Her hair and makeup was a mess. She was too fat and her outfit was boring. But none of this was true and certainly wasn't as far as he was concerned.
As Richard watched her disappear up the stairs he was still trying to come to terms with how she'd looked tonight and how much she had turned him on.
She'd worn a smart knitted green sweater that clung to her ample bosom together with a simple black skirt which moulded itself round her ass to highlight her remarkable heart shaped ass cheeks. The skirt was perhaps a trifle too short but showed off her legs to great effect, emphasised all the more by her 4" heel shoes and her sheer stockings.
To Richard she just looked fantastic especially when she sat down. Her skirt rode up to display a delightful amount of her shapely thighs and he'd smiled when he saw her more than once attempting unsuccessfully to pull her skirt down.
But he couldn't believe how negative she had been. But then again it seemed over the course of the last few months she'd been pretty negative to anything he said to her or for that matter anything he did for her. It was almost like he didn't match up to what she wanted; whatever that was!
He sighed again and closed the kitchen door behind him. He turned and switched on the TV before walking over to the worktop to switch on the kettle to make himself a coffee. It would be a while before he went to bed now.
Whilst Richard moped about in the kitchen as he came to terms with an unsatisfactory end to his night, upstairs in the bedroom Elizabeth was busy removing her clothes and slipping on her nightie. She realised she'd probably been a little sharp with Richard especially with that last comment about him not being able to do IT but he'd hit a raw nerve.
And it was the raw nerve of guilt. The butterflies in her stomach began to flutter once more as her thoughts drifted back to earlier in the day, a day she'd had off work because it was her birthday and a day when Gary White had popped round to see her.
Gary was a workmate of her sons' and was also around the same age as him. As she'd got to know him Elizabeth realised that she didn't really like him as a person and most certainly wasn't fond of him. For one thing he was a bit too cock sure about himself and seemed to have a bad attitude about most things. And just to make matters worse, for the past few months she'd been having an affair with him. Or more to the point he'd been fucking her.
It had all started when her son Brandon had called in to see her at work to borrow some money. Gary had come with him and he later told Brandon he thought his mum was hot and had a sexy body. A few days later and Brandon had blurted out this revelation to his mother thinking he was being amusing.
To Elizabeth it was ridiculous of course; a younger man saying things like that about an older woman, whatever next! But she found it perversely titillating and she was immensely flattered. She'd started to have stupid fantasies that maybe Gary fancied her. And that maybe he fancied her enough to even want to fuck her!
It was stupid of course but after that initial contact, Gary had come into her store to buy a few items for his house. It was then he'd put in motion his plan of seduction and she'd stupidly started to fall for his corny chat up lines. A few days later and he'd groped and kissed her at a Saturday night dance she'd gone to with her husband.
After that, a few weeks passed by, before acting in desperation and having been told by Brandon that Gary used to be a builder, she had him come into her home to put right and complete some renovation work that Richard had made a mess of.
She'd never intended to have sex with him but it had felt so naughty and erotic to have a young, virile man lusting over her, wanting her and desiring her that quite frankly it turned her head. And once he'd started mauling at her body she found she couldn't resist.
The sex itself was pure unbridled lust. There was no tenderness, no compassion, no lovemaking and no finesse. Gary didn't do finesse.
What it was, was hard fucking. Quick, energetic and to the point. And Elizabeth had loved it. The first time had been followed almost immediately by a second and then a third. Richard had been working away and Gary took full advantage of this opportunity and virtually moved in with Elizabeth before her husband returned.
They'd fucked so many times she'd lost count. Even after Richard's return the affair carried on. They met up from time to time when the opportunity arose, usually fucking in the back of Gary's van. It was dirty, lustful sex and Elizabeth eventually became grateful their sessions weren't as frequent. Not only was the van uncomfortable, she wasn't sure her pussy could take the amount of hammering Gary was giving it on a regular basis anyway.
It had been a few weeks since she'd last seen him so she was surprised when he'd rung to make sure she was going to be in today. His voice sounded different somehow. That's when the butterflies had started.
When she confirmed she would be in he had told her to expect him in half an hour and then he asked her to dress appropriately. That's when the butterflies had got worse.
*
Elizabeth climbed into bed, slipping quickly under the covers. Her hands instinctively moved to her large breasts. She quivered as she felt a hot flush rush through her body as she recalled each luscious, delicious, erotic moment of Gary's visit. Her heart thumped in her chest as she plucked at her hard, erect nipples. Squeezing her breasts together she let her memories take over...
*
When he eventually arrived she was waiting nervously for him in the kitchen. It was an appropriate location as this was where he had fucked her for the first time. She was dressed in a tight fitting skirt and top and specifically at his request was wearing no underwear except for stockings and suspenders together with 4" heel shoes.
As the kitchen door opened her heart began to pound loudly in her chest. He was here. Her stomach flipped over as he entered. She waited for him to speak but he just stood in the doorway and stared at her. For so long, she began to feel uncomfortable.
She shifted the weight on her legs and felt the wetness already there between her thighs. She licked her lips feeling a sense of growing panic.
He continued to stare, his eyes taking it all in as he scanned her body from head to toe.
"Turn round Lizzie... slowly," he finally said, his voice thick with emotion.
Elizabeth swallowed hard as she began to turn slowly as requested. She could feel her face burning.
Gary licked his lips as he reached to unzip his trousers. "Slower Lizzie," he rasped.
Elizabeth's heart was now pounding even louder in her chest. She could scarcely breathe as she heard the sound of his zip being lowered.
Gary was loving what he was seeing. The curve of her calves accentuated by her 4" heels. The sheen and colour of her silky stockings. The swell of her magnificent ass, her superbly shaped cheeks clearly visible due to the tightness of her skirt.
He could feel his cock throbbing and growing as the blood pulsated up into his shaft. Her ass truly was a work of art or indeed even an act of god. He knew he had to see his cock stuffed inside it. As far as he was concerned it would be the ultimate expression of his lust for her body and in particular, her wonderful ass.
She turned more. His heart began to thud harder as her large 38DD breasts swung into view, jutting boldly out of her chest. They were truly superb as well. He stroked his erect cock, which he had finally managed to release from his trousers after a brief struggle.
She finally came to halt in front of him. Her eyes looked down at his cock and she gulped. It somehow looked thicker and longer today. Maybe her memory was playing tricks on her. A shudder passed through her body.
The atmosphere in the kitchen was electric, the air thick with the aroma of lust. The only sound was the ticking of the kitchen clock on the wall. She was incredibly turned on and could feel her pussy lips were already slick. Sensing a sudden movement, she glanced up nervously, her stomach in knots as he pressed in closer to her.
She gasped as he raised his hands and took a firm hold of her breasts and fondled them. Her nipples were already swollen and erect and clearly visible as they pressed through the fabric of her top. They felt so tender it was almost painful.
His urgent lips found hers and they kissed passionately. As he pushed at her lips with his tongue her mouth opened and he slipped it inside. Their tongues entwined as they kissed each other more forcefully, mashing their mouths together. Pulling her in closer his hands descended onto her ass cheeks and he ground his bulge into her mound. Her arms coiled tighter round his neck as she kissed him even harder.
Elizabeth made no attempt to stop him and he wasted no time in undressing her. He stripped away her top and as he did her heavy breasts fell into his welcoming hands. He sank his fingers into her flesh, luxuriating in the feel and size of her marvellous orbs. He fondled them, massaged and groped them, running his hand round and round their impressive shape. Her nipples were large and hard. Elizabeth's eyes were shut tight as Gary flicked at them.
"Ohhhh..." she shuddered as he leaned in and took a rock hard nub into his mouth. He sucked on it loudly as his hand continued to work on her other breast. He swapped over again and again, his hands and lips a blur as he alternated between the two, licking and slurping, nibbling and biting, teasing at each one in equal measure.
