Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Mrs Bennie, our church elder's wife, was at the front window. I put my glass down and went to the door before she rang the bell. I hesitated a moment, picked up my sweaty t-shirt thinking I should put it back on then dropped it. If she saw me almost naked would it matter? It would probably give her a thrill to see a bare chested fit guy thirty years younger than her up close and personal.
So I opened the door with just my running shorts on. They were barely even shorts. Just a pouch to hold my cock and balls with a hanging flap front and back for modesty but really respectability.
'Mrs Bennie,' I said. 'Jill's not here. She's staying at her Mum's for a few days.'
I wanted to get rid of her. Then I didn't. She was standing at the bottom of our steps looking straight on directly at my toned stomach I looked down and saw her cleavage. Her summer dress had a low square neck that gave me a generous view of her breasts.
My cock twitched. The familiar sensation when the blood begins to flow in to thicken and lengthen it.
I knew I wanted to fuck her. Right now. It didn't matter that she was late fifties maybe early sixties, probably older than my Mum, at that moment she exuded sex to me. She never had before. The pale blue dress had a tight bodice that pinched in at her waist then flared out at the skirt. Her figure was fabulous.
She wore high heeled sandals. Stilettos.
'Hello Rob. I'm just dropping off the church newsletter. That's a pity I missed Jill. She was going to let me borrow a couple of books.' Mrs. Bennie glanced up at me. Then her eyes returned to staring straight at my crotch.
There's something people do unconsciously. It could be a look, a hormone excretion, a catch in the voice, body language; I don't know what but there was something coming from her, deep down at an instinctual level I was sure she wanted fucked, mated.
Come in,' I said extending my hand. 'I think Jill left them up in the study.'
She took my hand. We'd never touched each other before. I pulled her up the steps and into the porch. She stumbled forward. I felt her breasts push against my chest as she leaned into me. I put my arm round her to steady her, drawing her into me. Mrs Bennie was breathing heavily, slightly open mouthed. She must be smelling my man sweat packed with post run pheromones I thought.
'Oh... I haven't had a strong young man's arm round me in years.'
'You're welcome Mrs Bennie.'
'Anne please. Mrs Bennie sounds so formal and old. But I suppose I am.'
'Not at all, Anne. Come on in.' I kept my arm round her leading her into the house. 'It's upstairs. Just follow me up. I'll need help to find them in the room.'
I jogged up the stairs hoping she was looking up and catching glimpses of my barely covered ass as the flap bounced.
I held the study door open, ushered her in and set her to look through a pile of books on the desk while I checked the side table. I quickly found them but didn't tell her. I saw that her attention was caught by the framed photo of Jill and I on the beach last summer.
'You two are a handsome couple,' she said lifting the photograph. 'Jill has a great figure.'
'Yes she has.' I am very proud of my sexy hot wife. I looked over Mrs Bennie's shoulder at us on that Ibiza beach, Jill in her dark green string bikini, I in my speedo briefs. I wondered what had caught Mrs Bennie's attention, my gorgeous wife or my near naked body with the bulge of my cock and balls tightly packed into my trunks.
'I've found the books,' I said and led her downstairs.
'Thanks,' she said when we got to the bottom and I handed her the books. 'So would you recommend Ibiza for a holiday?'
'Well, it's noisy. There's lots of clubs and it can be very...' I wanted to choose my words carefully. 'Hedonistic.'
'Really.' She raised her eyes a little. 'So you're hinting that it might not be for someone in their late fifties?'
'No. Not at all. My Mum was there a couple of years ago on Jill's hen weekend.'
'Evelyn was there?'
'Yes.' Mum had loved going to Ibiza with Jill and her pals. Mrs Bennie didn't know Mum well. Mum keeps Jill's mother company at church occasionally that's how Mrs Bennie knows her. Not that Mum, Jill or I are religious, the opposite in fact but Jill's mum is widowed so we all rally round to support her. 'I've got some photos of their holiday. Would you like to see them?' I asked.
'Yes,' she said.
'Come on then.' I took her into the kitchen open the fridge and took out a couple of beers.
'It's only eleven.'
'Your not driving are you?'
'No.'