My wife, June (51, 5'9" slim with 34c tits) and I. Have lived in the same house for almost 20 years. Married for 25. Although we love each other. Life was just the same thing day after day.
But in our little street. All the neighbours gets along, all ages.
Marion and her husband live opposite. Her husband Clive had a leg amputated a few years ago and he never really got to grips with his loss. He become an even more miserable old git, forever moaning and complaining about anything. I would hear him regularly when I visited my mate who lived next door to them. His wife Marion, she was different. Happy, chatty, everything her husband lacked.
I watched Marion age gracefully. She was still really attractive. That I kept to myself.
On the plus side Marion would often hang the washing out in her back garden while she still wore her nightie. While I visited my mate. Nothing sexy, But her nipples were always poking out albeit her tits sagging way down low. I'm even sure I caught a glimpse of pussy once.
Recently I had bought myself a new two seater convertible. As I was giving it a bit of a clean Marion caught me.
"What a lovely car."
"Thank you. I had been after it for a while, and when it came up for sale I had to have it."
"I would love to go for a drive in it. Take me back to my younger days perhaps."
"I'm just about to go for a run. You're more than welcome to join me."
"Oooh I would love to. But I can't leave him for too long."
"I'll have you back within an hour."
"Are you sure I don't want you to think I'm being pushy. You don't have to."
"It would be my pleasure. I'll get it started while you go and tell him the good news. Oh it might get draughty so maybe something for your hair and some shades."
Marion was back before I had the chance to get out of my drive.
I thought that I should be a gentleman and got out and opened the door for her.
Once we were buckled in. "Ready?"
And we were off.
"I think a run down to the coast and come back the long way. You might have to shout instead of talking."
She nodded.
As we made our way the car warmed up nicely.
We joined a dual carriageway and I floored it.
I felt a hand on my thigh. "This is so exciting."
As we sped along she gripped me tighter, relaxed and moved her hand further up my thigh, and started gently stroking me.
I suppose I could have held her hand to stop her reaching my groin, but I was beginning to get turned on by it.
As soon as she found how hard she had me, she stroked me more. I rested my hand on her thigh, her legs parted a little. A finger traced it's way around between her legs. As far as I could manage.
I stole a glance at her, she smiled back.
That smile was enough. I was going to get rude and dirty with her. No longer was she a pensioner, she was going to be my latest conquest.
Well I say latest. The only other thing that I got close to cheating on my wife was a drunken fumble with a woman from work at the Christmas party years ago.
"If you carry on past our turn off and come off at the next I can take you somewhere."
She made sure I understood by squeezing my very hard cock.
Not too far from the main road we ended up at a caravan site.
Marion guided me through, and we pulled up outside a caravan.
"This is all mine. Remember Clive bragging about our van a while ago? Well he couldn't quite afford it after three years so I made him sell it. To the site owner. Who was acting on behalf of me. I then sold it in part exchange for this one. Nobody knows that I have this. Apart from you now. Come in."
As soon as the door closed Marion had her arms around my neck. Her soft lips kissing me. I pulled her closer and kissed her back. I was surprised how sweet her kisses where, given her age.
"Follow me." I was led to a darkened bedroom.
We lay on the bed. I had a better chance of feeling her body while we kissed. Her boobs felt so big and squashy. That encouraged her to tease me with her tongue. Darting in and out of my mouth, licking my tongue and playing hard to get when I tried it on her.
"Right let us get down to it. There is not much time and I have not had sex in over fifteen years."
"A bit keen aren't we?"
"Sorry but I have never even had a real kiss from him in that time either. I need you now."
I stood up to almost tear off my own clothes. As I was just about to get back on the bed Marion had thrown her sports bra onto her pile of clothes and caught sight of me standing there hard and naked.
"My god you're so big."
"No I'm not. Just average I suppose."
"Compared to the size of Clive's you are BIG."
I climbed back on the bed expecting some more kissing and fondling. Marion went straight to my dick.
As she stroked away "Mmm I'm going to enjoy this."
Marion sucked me so good. I was not expecting someone who had not had sex for so long to be as good.
I wanted to explore her. Get a hold of those massive tits, feel what an old pussy is like, maybe even taste it. But yet she had me on the back foot being in charge.
Soon enough though she was on top. Guiding me into her. Her pussy let me slip straight in, and she felt so wet already.
Those tits swinging away. Perfect pink areola big chunky nipples, way better than I had imagined.
Marion rode me, grinding down hard lost in ecstasy. I lay there loving the moment, squeezing her boobs, gently pinching her nipples. Her pussy began to tighten and spasm. She tried to keep her orgasm quiet. I just managed to hold off my own.
As she calmed down. I began fucking her. Pulling her body close to me, slamming myself into her. As I was about to cum she almost bit into my neck to stifle her moans, she just realised what she nearly did and sat up ground down on me again and we cum together more or less.
I lay there and watched her face. She looked so happy, contented.
We kissed some more, and she tried riding me just a little more. I could feel my cum start to seep out of her and onto me.
"Best clean you up." Marion lifted herself up and let my wilting cock slip out of her along with the rest of my cum.
Then she moved down and began licking my cock clean and lapped up the pussy flavoured cum off me.
"God that brings back memories. I could only do that if Clive was really drunk and asleep."
"I'm not sure that I follow you on that."
"Will we do this again?"
"I would like to. Just not as rushed maybe."
"I'll explain it all to you then. I hope that you're not easily shocked. I might look like I go to church and go to the WI. But I have some tales for you."
"When will we be able to meet?"
"Well Clive has a hospital appointment, not this Tuesday but the one after. He will be getting picked up about nine, nine thirty. And he never gets back until five at the earliest. So here at ten?"