After nearly 30 years of marriage, I came home from work one afternoon to be confronted by my wife announcing, that she had met someone else, had got her own flat and was leaving. Was I shocked, no! Was I surprised, no! You see this guy was just the last in a very long list of men she had fucked during our time together. We got married at 19, after she claimed I got her pregnant, while I worked had to support her and the other three children who came along, she entertained herself with other men. I stayed mostly faithful, only straying once.
So at the age of 49, I found myself all alone and turned to the internet for company. I chatted to a few women who were nearby but none showed any interest in meeting up, except one, Cathy. It turns out she worked in the office of an engineering firm, where once I was employed, joining after I left. Over the next 3 weeks we progressed from the internet, to talking on the phone, spending most nights conversing for hours. We had one big thing in common, a love of walking, so we made arrangements to go for a stroll along the Clyne Valley, which at this time of year would be full of vibrant colours.
I should point out, at this time I had no idea what she looked like, her dating profile had no picture attached and her Facebook page was locked. All I knew about her was that she was 39, divorced, had two teenage children and drove an old red car.
As I waited for her to pick me up, holding the obligatory box of chocolates and flowers in my hands, I pondered why she hid herself away. The reason became apparent once I saw her. Was she hideous, no, quite the opposite, short, blonde hair, glasses and a very pretty face, the drawback as she said herself, was that she carried a lot of extra weight. That did not worry me at all, I lost my virginity to a much older and bigger woman and I knew all the fun that came when exploring the extra folds.
We parked up and headed up the valley, I was quite surprised when she slipped her hand in mine wrapping our fingers together. Mother nature then dealt us a nasty blow, the heavens opened and the rain poured down, forcing us to beat a hasty retreat back to the car. As we ran I could not help notice the way her breasts bounced up and down. In keeping with the rest of her body, they looked huge.
Instead of walking we found ourselves parked in a deserted car park, right on the harbour with a splendid view of the boats bobbing up and down on the now choppy water.
We chatted, laughed, even played the raindrop game, each guessing which tiny bit of water would reach the bottom of the windscreen first. Time quickly passed and the grey skies were replaced by the darkness of night. Suddenly our car was illuminated by the headlights of another, which drove slowly to the end of the car park, turned, made it's way towards us before stopping. Through the glare, we could just make out the yellow and blue markings.
"Police." I whispered to Cathy.
"I wonder if someone in the apartments has reported us, it must look suspicious, after all we have been parked here for hours." She giggled.
"Bet they are guessing are we lovers or robbers?" I chirped back.
"Definitely lovers."
Having said that she leant over, placed her lips to mine. It was a kiss full of passion and desire, opened mouthed, her tongue probing, swirling. Gently nibbling my lower lip, her breath mixing with mine, her fingers entwined in my hair as she sucked my tongue in between her lips. The police car drove slowly past as we continued to embrace, leaving us in total darkness.
When we finally broke apart, I said to her,
"I wasn't expecting that."
"I've been wanting to do that all evening but it's getting late. It's an early start for me in he morning so I'd better get you home."
On the drive home, I continually stroked her thigh, edging closer to her pussy, stopping just short of stroking it through her jeans. On the arrival at my house, I invited her in but she declined, she kissed me again and told me she would text me.
As I climbed into my empty bed, I wondered if I had just been given the brush off. I was awaken at 4:30am by the sound of my phone ringing, the caller ID said Cathy.
"Hi lover boy, hope I didn't wake you, told you I had an early start, how about we meet later. The weather is supposed to be nice, we can go for another walk, have some food and maybe."
She did not complete the sentence, just told me where and when she would pick me up and ended the call.
She was right, the day was beautiful, hot and cloudless, I'm lucky that I only live a few minutes walk from an estuary, with scenic views and a nice pathway, ideal for leisurely strolls. Cathy was already waiting for me when I arrived. She greeted me with a hug and a peck on the cheek before announcing,
"Lets go and make up for last night."
Again she slipped her hand in mine, her soft fingers felt good in mine. We walked to the end of the pathway in near silence, not in a bad way, both of us enjoying the bird songs, the gentle lapping of the water as it made it's way in. We bought ice cream and sat on the sea wall, the way she ate hers was a total tease, slipping her tongue up from the bottom of the cone, swirling her tongue in the creamy mixture before sucking the flake between her cherry lips, so simple but so erotic. Once she had finished, she jumped off the wall, stood between my open, dangling legs, wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me close and kissed me. The combination of her cold lips and warm tongue sent shivers down my spine and soon had my cock erect. When she pulled me closer, her large breasts crushed against my chest, through her tee-shirt, I could feel her nipples press into me.
