Margo lay back on her bed. Totally spent and totally satisfied. She'd just had the fucking of her life. Young Brian hadn't wasted any time in dragging her to her bedroom and giving her the fucking she needed. Numerous times, as only a young man can. She'd called him out on a feeble excuse of needing his electrical skills. She'd met him a few days before as he'd been working in the young couples flat next door. Margo had liked what she'd seen and took every opportunity to chat to him as she sounded him out. At 63 she knew all young men weren't into women her age, but she had a good feeling about Brian. Especially when he'd knocked her door after completing his work and gave her his card, stating that he was available if she needed anything doing. She asked if he was available for night calls. He'd smiled and said that could be arranged.
That night Margo spent hours pounding her pussy and ass as she thought about the young Brian and what they were going to do. This was something she did every night. But that night she had Brian in her sights. Margo knew most of her neighbours were aware of her activities, but she really didn't give a shit. Her reasoning was that "we don't life forever, so why not." She'd always loved sex and it seemed that it only got stronger as she got older. Her husband wasn't up to much anymore. He tried to satisfy her. But she needed a whole lot more than tongues and fingers. Occasionally, he'd get hard enough to get his limp dick inside her, but no sooner he did, his cum would dribble out of him. Again, she'd reach into her bedside cabinet draw and grabbed one of her toys and finish herself off. Harold, her husband, was also aware of her extra affairs. He was let's say "ok" with it. It wasn't as if she treated him like a child and sent him to the movies. She would only do this when he was away. He knew she needed this and that he couldn't provide it.
The morning she had picked to phone Brian she woke to find her husband had already left. He'd be gone all morning at his allotment. He was due to go on a weekend hunting trip with his buddies later. This was the perfect time for her. She got out of bed and stood in front of the full length mirror. She did this often. Her one vanity was her hair. She regularly had it dyed and styled. She supposed that she'd be grey all over by now, but it was still long and full. She was always content with what she saw. She considered herself more than passable for her age. She was, she conceded, a little over weight. Not obese or even fat for that matter, but no-one would ever call her a page 3 model. She reached up and hefted her F cup tits in her hands. Margo had always been proud of these and never missed an opportunity to show them off.
She still had a curve to her waist, although a slight tummy was there and no matter what she did, it wouldn't go. Sometimes, age can't be beat, she figured. Next she looked down to her pussy. She liked to keep it bald. She realised not many women her age did, but she liked the look of it and the feel when she was getting eaten. She pulled her lips apart. She had to admit it was still a pussy to proud of. They had decided early in their marriage that they hadn't wanted children. They hadn't needed them in their lives, so her pussy was still pretty tight. She looked down to her legs, made her way to the closet and slipped on some heels. Back at the mirror, she was pleased with what she saw. She loved heels. Not only did they make you taller, they stretched all your leg muscles until they look sleeker. Also, a lot of men loved to fuck you in them.
Showered and dressed, she sat at the kitchen table thinking about the best time to call. Obviously not really knowing at all, one time was as good as another, so there was no time like the present. She ran to the bedroom and picked up her mobile and Brian's card. Sitting back at the table, she made her call.
"Hello, Brian's electrician's. Can I help?"
"Hello Brian. It's Margo Johnson. We spoke the other day when you knocked my door and gave me your card."
"Oh yeah. I remember you. Err, what can I do for you love?"
"I'm having a small problem with my power; do you think you can pay me a call?"
"Sure, that won't be a problem. I'm a bit busy today. Is there any way I can call this evening?"
Margo smiled. Her husband always left by 6pm. "That would be perfect. Any time after 7.00pm would suit me just fine."
"Brilliant. I'll see you then Margo."
"Thank you Brian, see you then dear."
Margo switched her phone off and relaxed back in her chair. She realised that she was excited. Brian wasn't her first young lover. Although looking at him, he might be her youngest, but for her to be feeling this way was a little strange. Maybe it was because she saw the lust in his eyes, she just didn't know.
The first thing she did was sort an outfit out for the night. No dowdy clothes tonight. She loved to be a little brassy when her young lovers came around. Going through her wardrobe she picked out a white blouse that buttoned all the way up, although it wouldn't tonight. A red nearly mini skirt and red 5 inch heels with an ankle strap. If he wanted to fuck her with these on, they wouldn't come off.
The rest of the day was spent doing the usual. Feeding her husband, hoovering and cleaning and all that needed doing. She helped her husband pack his bag for his weekend, packed his cooler with so much stuff; he'd bring most of it back. She didn't care, apart from anything else they did love each other and she would never leave him. Not for anybody.
At 6.00pm sharp, Harold had his coat on and was ready to go. Margo walked him to the lift. They had talked about selling and using of their retirement money to buy a little place in of those retirement villages. "Maybe it was a good idea, as long as it wasn't surrounded by nosey neighbours." Margo thought. They'd have to look around. She kissed Harold goodbye and watched the doors close. She was always a little nervous when he went on these shooting weekends. Accidents happen sometimes, but it was his passion and she could no sooner stop him from doing it, just as he couldn't stop her from doing what she was about to do. She sighed and headed back into the flat to get ready.
By 6.50pm Margo was sat at the kitchen table with a glass of wine. She was wearing her flimsiest bra that was big enough to hold her fat tits, her smallest G-string. She could feel it in between her butt cheeks and snug in her pussy.
At 7.01pm the knock came on the door. She walked the length of the hallway and looked through the peep-hole. It was Brian as expected. He looked different, in a nice way. No overalls and face freshly shaven. She pulled the door open and they both did a quick study of each other. For her, it was a quick up and down as she said hello, for Brian, it was a longer perusal as he took in what she was wearing. Margo was very pleased with his reaction. She could see the swelling beginning in his denims. Two minutes later, he had her pressed against the wall, tongue down her throat and his hand squeezing one of her massive breasts. Margo quickly reciprocated, reaching down and squeezing what appeared to be a very nice hard long cock
