It was Sunday morning in the local swap meet and the sun managed to peek out from the clouds on to the parking lot where Sam's lone car stood in a crowd bobbing back and forth. Ellen rode Sam like a horse, both tits sticking out from her shirt as she cried out humping him quickly, and holding on to both of the front seats for balance as Sam grinned guiding her pelvis with every hump. "Oh god!" she yelped humping him faster and faster, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She panted halting for a moment and held on to his chest with her mouth agape and panted heavily looking down at him as he sucked on her taut erect nipples.
"You okay?" he panted.
"You take over," she whispered breathlessly.
He turned her lying her along the end of the back seat and spread her wide, sliding his cock in to her pussy. She grunted aloud grasping his shoulder and he began pounding her quickly, placing both hands on her tits. She cried out as he pummeled her like a jack hammer and then picked up on the motion, humping her in a rapid fire motion. She screamed "Oh god!" aloud as he fucked her hard and fast and suddenly stopped pulling out. She squirted along the seat, breathlessly squirming and fidgeting as she came all over his back seat. He panted holding her down as she gave a scream to the hard orgasm, and panted biting down on her jacket. She shook some more under his restrains and cried out wheezing. He slid back in to her pounding her fast and hard, with both her legs above her head and finally came. He gave a long loud moan cumming in her and popped his cock out finishing off along her inner thighs and stomach.
She lowered her legs down, still in a haze from cumming and loving caressed his face as he came all over her pussy and thighs. Moments later they lay in the back of his car, the windows steamed up and she lay partly naked and in disarray, still weak from the hard fuck they'd taken part in. He rubbed her feet lovingly as she lay her long legs along his lap and sighed with her eyes closed, worn out before the day even began.
"Still want to go to the swap meet?"
"Sure," she whispered nodding with a pleasant smile.
"It's a good thing we weren't caught."
"That's the last time I suggest coming here early."
"You wanted to wait in the car for the swap meet to start."
"That wasn't code for finger pop me in the front seat."
He laughed leaning his head back.
"Once you get started, you're like a machine," he declared.
"You fuck me like a jackhammer," she argued, "I think you're the machine, sweet heart."
"You always want more," he shrugged, "A woman like you... needs to get fucked proper every day..."
"Remember that," she laughed with an exhausted cackle.
"We should get ready," he said buckling his pants.
"I think we ruined your seats," she sighed buttoning her blouse, "I came all over them."
"I'll consider the stains a compliment."
"If I'm not able to walk under my own strength, don't blame me."
He laughed as she slid out from the car, buttoning her jeans up. That afternoon they went to the swap meet as Ellen promised Harold she would, but as always there was always a detour that she never planned with Sam.
Sam was unpredictable and spontaneous, something she wasn't really familiar with, but she realized she'd love living life on the edge while getting the best sex of her life in the back his car. He turned her on with his sophistication and insistent habits, and she always had a hard time turning him down. She was giggly around him and always held him close to her throughout the day they spent walking around the parking lot buying trinkets and assorted mementos. She followed him around like a love starved puppy, and it only riled him up further. The more she clung, the more turned on he'd get, and their love making was always more than she could handle. For sixty four, she felt young again, and energetic, and didn't mind that most times she couldn't keep up with his stamina in bed. He was always take charge with her, and she loved being controlled and dominated by him.
Being with Sam was different than being with Harry. She felt new and vigorous. It also helped she'd had more orgasms with him than in her entire marriage to Harry. She attributed her burst of energy to the great love making, and Sam kept their affair lively every time they met. That afternoon after the swap meet, they'd gone to Sam's apartment where, as always, they unwound with sex. Ellen always swore at the end of their dates she'd go home before Harry did, but surely enough Sam always convinced her to stay behind. That evening after dinner, she stood bent over on his table in the buff as Sam pounded her from behind, guiding her hips in to his cock as she cried out, soaking in every sweat soaked hump from him. He sped up fucking her hard from behind as she cried out, moaning louder and louder and looked down at her cellphone noticing the alarm go off.
"Oh god," she moaned as Sam halted.
"What is it?" he panted.
"I'm late," she panted leaning against the table, "Harry's calling..."
"He has to wait."
"I have to go."
"Come on," he pleaded kissing her neck, "Spend the night."
"I can't, I can't," she panted patting his backside, "I have to go..."
"Let me finish at least."
"Well why not," she shrugged mischievously and bent over as he continued, speeding up as she cried out. She quivered squirming with every pump he dealt her and halted crying out going limp along the table. He panted running his hand down her bare back as she gave a long moan, licking her lips. He looked down noticing her cum sprinkling along the floor.
"Oh god, I love you so much," she cried squirming.
He continued speeding up his fucking as she could barely take the humping, and bit down on the table cloth, moaning and crying out as he sped up faster and faster, finally cumming hard. He sighed moaning long and loud, and sprayed all over the floor, smacking her behind twice. She looked back at him wearily and sighed in relief as he finished off along the floor. She playfully smacked his cock and stood up straight staggering to her clothes.
"Sure you don't want to stay?"
"Maybe another time," she panted softly, slipping on her panties. That night she slid out from her car sore and exhausted, and walked up to the front of her house opening the door. She licked her lips fixing herself up and waited for Harry to burst down the stairs.
"Finally!" he declared rushing down the stairs, "What took you so long?"
"We went to the swap meet and I met his mom."
"Really?"
"Yeah," she shrugged in faux delight, "She's sweet."
"How old is she?"
"She's younger than me, Sam joked I was his foster grandma, and we had dinner with her. She was such a sweet heart."
"Well golf was great, did you eat yet?"
"Yes. I'm going to take a bath."
"Great, I'm glad you have more friends now. Maybe Sam can start going out with a woman his own age, soon."
"What do you mean?"
"It's weird. Going out with an older woman. He doesn't have any male friends?"
"Not many."
"We should set him up with someone."
"No, don't."
"I know a girl he'd love. Tom's daughter, Francine."
"She's single?"
"Sure! I showed her a picture of Sam and she wants to meet him."
"I'll... talk to him about it tomorrow... just hold on to her for a bit..."
"Too late. I talked to Sam when you were coming home, and he agreed to meet her."
"What?!"
"Yeah, we're going with them, it'll be a fun little double date. I figured Sam won't be nervous if we're with him."
"How could you do that?" she grunted angrily.
"What?" he asked confused.
"How could you do that without asking me first?"
"What, you had someone else in mind for him?"
"You're so clueless!" she yelled storming off.
"What did I do wrong?" he shrugged following her up the steps.
A week later, she sat with her friend Angelina for lunch and she'd finally let go of her secrets in all of their gory glory. She needed to tell someone and Angelina was a good friend who'd definitely keep shut.
"You're cheating on Harry?" Angelina gasped.
