"All old women are dry." Jenny picked up her purse and reached into it and came out with a small tube of K-Y jelly. She handed it to me. "Go! Before I change my mind. Spend the night. Don't just fuck her and leave. Make her feel wanted and sexy."
I hid the tube of jelly in my hand and walked the twenty steps down the hall to Ethel's bedroom. She had married well in the financial sense of that word. The house was large and luxurious. Jenny and I had a more modest home. I knocked on the bedroom door.
"Come in," she said. I entered. Two lamps gave subdued light to the room. Ethel was standing beside her bed. She was wearing a nightgown that revealed voluminous cleavage and reached only to her knees. The brown of her nipples was visible through the sheer cloth. Her stomach was round and full and stretched against the thin fabric of the night gown. She tried to smile at me, but it came out crooked and forced.
I stepped forward and took her in my arms. She was lightly perfumed and smelling of soap. I held her head against my chest and patted her back and put the tube of lubricant down on an end table beside the bed. "You don't have to do this," she said. "I know I'm not very sexy anymore." She had the look of a faded beauty, a beaten-down, over-weight woman.
I raised her chin and kissed her on the lips. What to say? Compliment her. "I've dreamed of being with you. In the bedroom. Just the two of us."
"That's nice for you to say. I've always envied you and Jenny. You're so comfortable with each other. My marriage was never that way. I don't miss him. I'm ready to get on with my life. Is that bad of me?"
"You took care of your husband when he needed it. That's huge in your favor as a person." My instinct, sparse though it was in matters of the heart, told me to be careful. She was fragile. Take it easy or this could be a disaster.
"I'm frightened. I don't know what to do."
I kissed her on the forehead. "Why don't we start the rest of your life right now. Lay down on your bed and I'll massage your back. We can talk while you relax." Ethel was as tight as a guitar string.
She pulled away from my arms and lay down on the bed on her stomach, her head on a pillow. Her night gown rode up over her buttocks. She made an attempt, mostly unsuccessful, to pull it down. I straddled her, sitting on her legs, and I leaned forward and put my hands on her shoulders. My cock, hard as a rock, against her ass.
I began massaging her shoulders, moving down to her back, feeling the satin cloth of her night gown. I poked my fingers beneath the fabric to feel bare skin and ran my hands up and down her flank, passing over the bulges of her breasts which were flattened out on the mattress. She didn't complain, but sucked in air with deep breaths. I moved my hands to her lower back, pressing against her spine and letting my fingers roam.
She began to talk, almost compulsively, and I acknowledged her occasionally with a "hmmmm" or "that's interesting." I eased myself down her legs a few inches. Her buttocks were mostly uncovered and I began to massage her butt cheeks. She froze up for a second and quit talking and then relaxed and began her monologue again.
"Spread your legs and I'll massage them," I said. She did and I sat between her spread legs and began rubbing them from bottom toward the top. With her legs spread and the night gown hiked-up around her waist, her pussy lips were visible. If she realized that, she didn't try to cover herself.
"Turn over and I'll do your feet." She turned over and pulled her night gown down to cover herself and slipped a strap back over her shoulder as her breasts were falling out of the top of her gown. I picked up one of her feet to massage it and the gown rode upwards, exposing all of her her pussy.
I am no expert at massages, but I felt her muscles relax as I worked, finishing her feet and moving my hands upwards. I massaged her calf muscles and moved my hands up to her knees and higher and higher. I leaned over her and pressed down hard on her groin with one hand atop the other. I felt the hair covering her pussy. She groaned and sucked in her breath.
"Did that hurt? Did you like it?" I asked her.
"I liked it."
"Let's take that gown off." I reached down and pulled her to a sitting position and eased the gown over her head and tossed it across the room. Ethel's tits were large and pendulous, hanging loosely down her chest. Her nipples were flat. Her stomach loomed up in a mound between her tits and her pussy. I lay down beside her and worked my boxer shorts off over my feet and dropped them by the side of the bed. I was hard. We lay side by side, my hands ranging up and down her body, over and between her massive tits, across the squishy flesh of her abdomen and down to the hair in her crotch. I inserted my finger in her.
She gasped.
"Did that hurt?"
"A little. But I like it."
I reached over to the end table and picked up the tube of jelly and squeezed some out on a finger. "This will fix you," I said. I inserted a greasy finger into her vagina and rubbed it around and stroked up and down her vaginal walls.
She responded to my finger, moving her hips in rhythm with my finger. "Yes," she said, "That's good."
My cock was at full extension now, quivering at the opportunity to be inside her. I rubbed it up and down her hip as I stroked her with my finger. I added a second finger to the first. She was bouncing up and down on the bed, hunching to take my fingers deeper inside her. "What do I do now?" I asked myself. "My wife said she won't cum from a cock inside her. I need to play with her. Make her cum with my hand and maybe my mouth. Then I'll fuck her. Maybe I can prove Jenny wrong."
I took my fingers out of her vagina and began to play with her clitoris. Jenny and I called it the "love bump." I ran my slippery fingers up and down her slit and massaged the love bump and now she was breathing hard. I kissed her on the lips and she threw her arms around me and pulled me close to her. I moved my mouth down to her tits and buried my face between them and then began licking her nipples. I sucked hard on a nipple and felt it grow in my mouth.
More than forty years of experience in bed --- 99 percent of it with Jenny -- came to the fore in my head. "When you don't know what to say, say her name." I kissed her again and whispered, "Ethel, Ethel, Ethel." in her ear. Then I moved my head downward, kissing her cheek, her neck, pausing to suck each of her nipples, and downward, running my tongue over the folds of belly fat. I paused with a wayward thought. "How am I going to lay on top of her to fuck her? Her stomach might get in the way and my cock might not reach her vagina. I've never fucked a fat woman. What is Plan B if the missionary position won't work?"
I focused again on the matter at hand. "Ethel, Ethel," and my mouth moved into her bush and my tongue sought her love bump. She responded with an outburst that was almost a scream. Could Jenny, down the hall, hear that? "Just doing what you wanted me to do, Babe." To my surprise, I was enjoying myself. I've always liked Ethel -- and I hadn't anticipated that she would be lively.
Now, her hand sought my cock and began to stroke it. "Don't, don't," I said. "Not yet. I want to focus on you." Moreover, I didn't want to cum prematurely -- and at my age you only have one shot. I was getting much too hot.
Then, with my mouth sucking her clitoris hard, she cummed with a shout that could be heard all around the house. She quaked uncontrollably, shaking in my arms as I clutched her by her hips and tried to keep my mouth on her clitoris. She shouted, "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck" and then she collapsed. breathing hard, and her muscles slowly relaxed. "That was wonderful," was all she said.
"It was a hell of an orgasm," I said aloud. My cock was throbbing. Now, I wanted to fuck her -- not because of my wife's urging, but because of Ethel's enthusiasm.
We lay side by side, both of us recovering from the exertion. She was wet with sweat. I rested for a couple of minutes and then turned toward her, putting a hand on one of her breasts and my lips against her cheek. She didn't respond. I pulled my head back to look at her. She was breathing deeply and regularly. She had fallen asleep. She had a smile of contentment on her face.
"Oh, shit," I said to myself. "Do I wake her? I need some relief also." I remembered the words to a song. "I'm hotter than a pepper sprout." I turned away from her and lay again on my back. My cock was standing up straight. "Oh, well, best not to bother her. She's happy and sleeping." I put my hand around my cock and began to stroke it and quickly great streams of cum spurted out reaching as high as my neck. I reached over the side of the bed to the floor and picked up my boxer shorts and wiped the cum off my stomach and chest. Then, I went to sleep.
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