We continued our affair. Bea was an avid reader and since sex was now her favorite subject, she wanted me to get her all I could for her. I started her on "Lady Chatterly’s Lover" and Henry Miller but she was soon reading letters in men’s magazines and Nancy Friday. She gloried in the descriptions and would often sit naked in bed, her little half glasses atop her nose, reading to me about what she wanted to try.
She desperately wanted to have sex outside the house. During the holidays that year, I arranged to make it happen.
The house was full of her children and grandchildren and despite long looks between us, there was no chance to get together. Bea was actually seemed to be getting a little cross at our forced estrangment. Our days of lovemaking had become the primary source of her being and without it she was feeling incomplete.
One night, as we snuck a smoke, I informed her it was my turn to accompany her on her shopping trip the next day. All her children took turns accompanying her though Bea insisted on doing all the shopping.
“Don’t wear your panties,” I said.
She stared at me. I smiled and went to bed.
The next day, we were in the car driving to the store.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she said.
I placed my hand on her thigh.
“Me, too,” I said. “Take a left on Johnson Street.”
“What?”
I reached under her skirt to touch her bare skin.
“Just take a left.”
She did and followed my directions to an old secluded road that I knew of. I wasn’t going to tell her I knew of the place because Mae and I used to sneak down here before we got married unless Bea asked. She didn’t.
I had her park in a tiny cove just off the road. Then I pushed the front seat of her big Delta 88 back as far as I could. I unzipped my fly undid my pants.
“Come over here, babe,” I said.
“Danny,” Bea said. “What if someone drives by?”
“No one will,” I said. “If they do they’ll think we’re a couple of kids.”
She looked doubtful.
I held up my hardening penis. “Bea, I’ve missed your sweet mouth so much. Come on, suck me hard.”
Her eyes glistened and she licked her lips. She leaned over and took my half hard dick in her mouth.
Bea had become a first rate cocksucker under my tutelage. She had difficulty deep throating me and I knew this bothered her; but she was so adept with her tongue, teeth and fingers it hardly mattered. She soon had me hard and tall. I told her to climb on. She swung her leg over me and pulled up her skirt. As i had requested, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She drizzled with wetness. Sucking my cock always made her wet.
I held my cock as she lowered herself down on it. She sank down to the hilt.
“I’ve missed you so very much,” she murmured.
I undid the front of her coat then rolled the bottom of her turtleneck sweater to above her breasts. The brown areola peeked out of the white bra. Bea had taken to wearing bras that snapped in the front. She had told her daughters it was because her back was sore when she tried to snap a bra behind her back but I knew it was for my easy access to her tits.
I unsnapped the bra and took each teat lovingly from its cup as Bea rose and fell on my beefy prick. The nipples were well aroused from the excitement and the cold, but I suckled them into an even harder state.
Bea said she loved the feel of my mouth on her breasts. It was so different from the way her children had sucked. No less hungry, she said, just more loving.
We screwed in silence, no sound in the air but the sounds of our fucking. Squish sounds and suck sounds.
Bea had learned how much control she had in this position and had become quite adroit at varying the speed and depth of her pussy engulfing my cock. Soon, she paused with the thick head of my prick just inside her then plunged down her hips to consume my hardness. This meant she was ready to come and was taking me with her.
I held on to her bursting teats for dear life and girded my loins. She fucked me mercilessly until we came together in a furious blast of sweat and sound. Braying into the afternoon air.
My cock filled her with come which mixed with her juices and dripped out of her cunt onto my pubes.
Bea asked me if I though there was enough room in the seat to get in the 69 position so we could lick each other dry. I allowed as you could hold a dance in the old Delta and we shifted positions. 69 was Bea’s favorite position. She felt it was the most sinful. Since there was no chance of getting pregnant, it was solely for self gratification. Only simultaneous oral sex left no one out, she concluded.
I drove my tongue into her pussy, licking at our blended juices as she cleaned my limp log of a cock of the same mixture. Bea sucked and licked at the curly hairs of my groin, harvesting all the jizz she could find. When we were clean but hardly sated, my cock started to rise again. Bea laughed and ground her clit on my tongue.
“I wish,” she said. “But if we don’t get going I’ll never get that turkey in the oven.”
We rearranged ourselves and got dressed. Then, I cracked a window and we shared a quick cigarette as we cuddled.
“I can’t get enough of you, Bea,” I said.
“I know, Danny,” she replied. “I can’t wait till they’re all gone and we can have our perfect days back. I know that sounds awful but it’s true. All my life, I’ve been wife, mother, grandmother, then ex-wife but it’s only with you I’ve ever felt like a woman. It’s dirty and dishonest but that’s how I feel. And I can’t help it. I thought I was done for. Post menopausal, dried up and useless. But you opened me up, both my nether world and my mind. You made this old wilted flower blossom again. Now, we don’t have to worry about getting pregnant so its no sin to use what god gave us to make us whole again. So I was wrong with my husband, it’s not duty but life and a part of life that was missing for so long.”
I kissed her cheek. “Maybe we should consider being together.”
She looked at me sharply. She said, “No, Danny. That will never be. It would split my family and then, I’m sure, us apart. No one must ever know. When it’s time for it to end it will. But no one will ever know what we do.”
She stared hard at me and her voice was even.
I nodded and we drove to the market to shop.
Afterwards as I helped her get the bags out of the trunk, I stole a kiss and said, “I can’t wait until Monday.”
In fact, I didn’t actually wait until Monday. Sunday came and the hordes fled, leaving Mae, her mom and me alone. Mae for some reason, probably a week with her nieces and nephews, wanted some love. So we began to make love in bed that night. She wouldn’t let me come in her cunt, I knew, even though she dreamed of children. And perhaps due to my lackadasackle attitude, she fell asleep with me inside her. She had drunk a lot of wine that week.
I pulled my hard dick out of my wife and decided it was time to visit her mother.
I made sure she was asleep, then slipped out of bed. My cock softened somewhat as I cleaned Mae’s juices off of it in the bathroom.
But it hardened again as I opened Bea’s door and crept into her room. I slid into the bed beside her and nuzzled up to her naked back. I was thrilled to find my fifty-eight year old lover had started to sleep in the buff.
Bea awoke with a start as my hard dick bumped against her ass.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” she exclaimed.
