Going Bac for More

Should be read after parts 1 and 2 for natural continuity.

I'd gone and done it now. There was me thinking I was happily married and suddenly both of my ex-wives were eager to bed me again and stupid old me went in cock first.

I suppose I felt proud of myself. An average Joe of 60 years having sex with 3 women at the same time, not including The mysterious Sylvia who was there on a plate for me.

I was lying in bed, wide awake at 2am, with my wife Jan snoring for all she was worth. I got up to make a cup of tea and took my thoughts with me. As the kettle boiled,

I looked down at my dick and shook my head.

"What have you got me into now?" I said aloud.

"What are you on about, you clown."

I nearly filled my pants in shock.

"Jan! Wh..what are you doing up at this time?" Was all I could ask.

"I could ask the same of you, dearest." Jan queried.

"Just not sleeping lately, can't get off, no matter what I do." I lied easily.

"You used to run a fair bit, before all the....." Jan struggled to complete her sentence.

"The funeral! You can say it, you know!" I shouted more than I needed to.

"Don't talk to me like that Stuart." Jan answered.

"These days I can't talk to you much at all."

Jan knew what I was digging at. Her constant involvement with her grown-up lads was irritating. I was feeling vulnerable and being pushed down her list of priorities wasn't helping matters.

"You are an arrogant prick just now. I'm beginning to see why your ex's got rid."

Despite myself, I started to laugh.

"Your support is touching, my dear. I'm going for a drive. I need to clear my head."

"Do you think that's wise? You'll wrap yourself around a tree if you're not careful. "Oh well, that would be one less arrogant prick for you to deal with." I spat out.

"Fuck off then and don't bother coming upstairs when you get back...if you get back." Jan wheeled around and stormed upstairs.

I went outside and sat behind the steering wheel of my BMW. I drove away, until I was away from sight, then stopped.

I thought for a moment but decided to call Sandie, even at this late hour.

I was surprised when she picked up the call almost immediately.

"Hello, Stuart. What a coincidence, we were just talking about you." Sandie said brightly.

"I won't ask who with or what about."

"All good, don't worry. I've just been filling Sylvia in about the other night."

"Everything?" I asked.

"Mostly. Especially about where you fucked me. Sylvia has a notion for that."

Sandie was just teasing me now and was loving it.

"Where are you right now?" I asked, excitedly, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, at Sylvia's place, just having a drink or two and a chat. Pity Jan's back or you could have come round."

"I'm not in the house. I'm out for a drive. It would take me 20 minutes to reach you.....and Sylvia." My mind was made up.

I heard a whoop from Sandie.

"That's great news Stuart, we'll both be ready when you get here."

I could hear a soft giggling and reckoned that both women were well on the way to being drunk.

I probably broke the speed limit a dozen times as I drove to Sylvia's. I sat in my car opposite her apartment and looked up at the dim light.

Then I saw a figure at the window, that looked like Sandie and she started to wave, gesturing me to come up.

The door was already ajar, after I'd been buzzed in. I was more nervous than I expected to be and I wasn't prepared for what I found in the bedroom.

Sandie was now lying naked on Sylvia's bed, propped up on the head board.

Meanwhile, Sylvia was licking at her pussy but stopped as I entered the room.

"Stuart, so good to see you again." She said in a genuine voice.

Her grey hair was swept back in a ponytail, which served to highlight the bone structure in her face. She really was an attractive lady.

Sylvia wore a large, loose candy nightshirt and beneath that wore black fishnets.

"I'll just sit over in the corner, you won't know i'm here." She said decisively.

"Not just yet, you need to undress me."

Sylvia looked suddenly so nervous.

"Please Sylvia, i'm all fingers and thumbs here."

She smiled hesitantly but then started to undo my shirt buttons and couldn't help stroking my chest at the same time.

My cock was rock hard and Sylvia knew it. She unzipped my jeans and pulled them down, grabbing from the ankles.

I could see Sandie strumming her pussy as all this was happening and I wanted a taste of her.

Lastly, Sylvia pulled down my boxers and gasped at the sight of my dick.

For one moment I thought she was going to touch it but she shied away to her corner, her mouth agape.

I moved towards Sandie and sucked at her toes, remembering she once liked that.

I then kissed her lower legs my tongue tracing up to the knees and just over.

Sandie had her eyes closed, moaning in expectation of what was to follow.

Her inner thighs felt hot to my tongue and I gently blew upwards towards her pussy, causing her to gasp, then moan louder.

my lips met her pussy lips and my tongue snaked out and into her, like a predatory mammal would ensnare its prey.

I licked at her, the juices flowing and knew she would cum soon. She did and my face was covered.

At that moment, Sylvia stood and came over and started to kiss me, licking my face and removing the pussy juice. She was a good kisser, though shy at first. I started to feel her tits under her nightshirt and felt her nipples harden. She pulled away after a short time and went back to her viewing position.

Sandie slid down the bed and wrapped her legs around me.

"Come on Stuart, fuck me like you used to, for Sylvia."

I would have fucked her regardless of Sylvia. Sandie's pussy was so wet after me licking her, I slipped inside her easily. Sandie loved to move during sex and it was like being on a bucking bronco.

She had me close to the point of no return when she asked "Do you want to give Sylvia your seed?"

I wanted to do that to both but, hey, i'm getting on in years, so I nodded and invited Sylvia over to her own bed.

Sandie decided she would freshen up in the bathroom, so Sylvia lay beside me, clearly nervous.

I stroked her cheek and kissed her as before, lifting that nightshirt over her head. She was left in her fishnets, no panties to be seen.

"Your skin is like fine porcelain."

My fingers slowly ran down her body. My eyes taking in the beautiful body of this older woman, one that didn't seem ravaged by others.

I knew she wasn't a virgin, Sandie told me but love had been unkind at an early age and she had been a shrinking violet for many years. Her eyes looked at me so longingly, yet innocently and it felt like it did when I first bedded my first wife Ellie, so inexperienced. I just hoped Sylvia was a nicer person.

I moved on top and my cock dangled above her and she put out a hand to hold it, rub it. She gasped as her touch instantly made it grow. My fingers had made their way to her pussy and gently slid inside. She shook a little at the feeling and I couldnt wait for my cock to be inside her.

It was two older people with some stiff joints and in my case, a stiff cock, that entered into the trusted missionary position. She was tight for a woman half her age and it felt so good to be inside a pussy that gripped me. I started with slow strokes just to test the water but built up harder and faster until I was fucking her to a rhythm.

Sylvia moaned softly throughout. It wasn't long before her movements made me reach my point of no return and I pumped my cum into her.

I was softening but felt her body go rigid, then spasm and a cute 'aaahhh' sound escaped her lips as she reached a climax.

For once, Sandie didn't involve herself, just looking at us, smiling. What she said next was a shock and stuck in my head.

"Look at you two. The perfect couple."

I wasn't sure if she meant it or was just jesting.

I held on to Sylvia as her orgasm subsided, stroking her soft body. The wrinkle police had certainly not caught up with her.

After about ten minutes I got up, explaining I needed to head back home. Jan may have banished me from the bedroom but I knew she would be lying awake until I came back.

As I left, it was Sylvia who was quite emotional with me but in a good way. I had not seen her smile like she was doing that moment and I nearly took her back to bed when she kissed me goodbye, a clinch that had me gasping for breath.

I drove home without incident and put my key in the front door but it wouldn't turn. Jan must have locked the door and left the key in, a deliberate move surely.

I could have thumped on the door but it was just after dawn now and I didn't want to make a scene in front of the neighbours.

I returned to my car. It looked like I would have to wait until Jan left for work.

I started to read the 'sexts' that Ellie had sent me in the last 24 hours. This really wasn't the Ellie I knew and, I'll admit, it kind of scared me but I had dived in when I had the chance and now would have to safely swim to shore, with Ellie, as the shark, circling for the kill.

Finally, Jan left the house and I made my way towards her.

"Can I give you a lift to work?" I said, genuinely.

"No thank you, Tom' s picking me up in a minute." Jan answered in a snippy tone.

"Who's Tom?" I asked already guessing the answer.

Tom was a new work-mate of Jan and she had mentioned him on several occasions. It was clear she fancied him and maybe it was all just to annoy me.

I stormed into the house, marching up the stairs, making a noise nobody else could hear and headed into the shower. I was lucky Jan had not been in a talkative mood as I had not cleaned up from the previous night's exploits.

As I was towelling myself down, my phone pinged and it was Ellie, asking if I had got back yet from Jan's mothers. The lie I had told to put her off. This time, 'old faithful' down below, began to twitch and harden, as I thought of Ellie on the end of my cock.

I decided to phone her and she answered on the second ring.

"Oh Stuart, it's great to hear from you again. I thought you'd dumped me."

There was just a hint of menace in that sentence.

"Not at all, Ellie. Just busy but at least her mum is picking up."

"Glad to hear it." She said disinterestedly.

"What you doing today?" I asked vaguely.

"It's my rota day off, so just chilling. Pity you weren't off too."

"I could always pull a sick day."

Immediately the words came out, I regretted it.

"Ooh, that would be nice. How soon can you get here?" She asked, in an excited tone.

"Give me an hour, I need to dress and get some breakfast."

"Make it half an hour and there will be something hot lying on the table for you." Ellie teased.

"Now, Ellie, I need my strength, at my age."

"I'll make a full cooked breakfast for you, like I used to, at weekends." She promised.

"Okay honey, see you shortly!"

It seemed like my cock and my stomach were to be satisfied.

At that time of the morning, the traffic was heavy and I could hear my phone pinging as the half hour passed. Ellie must have been worried that I'd chickened out.

I reached her block after 45 minutes and my phone was awash with her texts. I quickly called her.

"Stuart? Is that you? Are you okay?" She fretted.

" Just the traffic, Ellie. Remember it's rush hour for those not pulling sickies." I replied, lightly but I did appreciate the concern in her voice.

Ellie put on her newly found sexy voice and replied "Everything is waiting for you, so hot you might burn your tongue."

I did not care if she meant bacon or her pussy, I was eager to get up to her flat.

Ellie opened her door wearing a long pinny, red with thin white stripes. It barely contained her tits and I could see she was naked beneath. We kissed, my hands searching round the back to her plump round ass.

"Go and have your breakfast Stuart. I want you nice and strong."

Ellie had done herself proud. A full English breakfast awaited me along with rounds of toast and a pot of tea.

I tucked in, Ellie contenting herself with some scrambled eggs.

We finished at some speed and I stood up with her and put my hands round her waist and undid the ties of the pinny. I lifted it from around her neck and gazed at her naked body, drinking it all in.

"Hey, you've got an advantage! You've still got your clothes on."

Not for long, as I wildly undressed, nearly falling over, trying to get a leg out of my jeans!

We both stood naked for a few seconds until Ellie held out a hand.

"Come on, we've got unfinished business."

Ellie led me to her bedroom and we collapsed in a molten heap, our lips and hands everywhere.

We had barely started, when I heard the front door open. I froze. We both did.

"Ellie, are you home?" The voice was an old enquiring one but unmistakable. It was Ellie's mother Marge, my 'bete noir'.

I could hear her shuffling along.

"I got some groceries for you, Ellie......are you feeling alright?"

Her steps were approaching the door and I thought Ellie would speak out, tell her not to enter but as usual, she betrayed her fear of her mother and stayed silent.

The door opened and in stepped Marge, now around 80 and looking more like the wizened old hag than ever. Her face was a picture.

Ellie drew up the covers to hide her tits, only succeeding in leaving my lower half exposed. My 8" cock standing proud.

"What in hell's name is this? Are you raping my wee Ellie?" She screamed.

"You'll find that I'm here by invite, unlike you." I retorted angrily.

"Ellie would never let you back, you good for nothing shit! She spat out the words.

"For a moment, I didn't recognise you without your cloak and conical hat but then you opened your mouth and revealed yourself as the witch I know and hate."

I countered, revelling in the chance to finally get it off my chest.

"You shouldn't be here, you're divorced.." She carried on.

"This is Ellie's flat, she can decide for herself who comes in."

"You two will get back together over my dead body." Marge ranted.

"Oh Marge, stop it, you're really selling it here." I jibed at her.

The old hag was staring at my cock and it started to shrink fast.

"Just get on your broomstick and fuck off, you old witch" I shouted at her.

"Stuart! That's my mother you're insulting."

"No shit, Sherlock. You do realise she's the main reason we could never get back together."

I got out of bed and started to dress. Ellie's mother stood there, silent but simmering.

"Where are you going Stuart?" Ellie asked in a desperate tone.

"Away from here and this evil bitch that's dominated you since I first met you. Don't expect me back."

Ellie started sobbing and her mother looked triumphant.

I left without another word.

I now had all day to myself and plenty more mischief in me.