This is a true story, continuing on from my previous story of my neighbour Jean and me.
If you have read my first story, then you will know my name is Bob, I am in my early fifties, I had sex with my neighbour Jean who is sixty three. Jean is very petite, she is no taller than 4 foot 8 inches. She has shoulder length blond hair. Jean is married to Ron, who is sixty two, a very large man, but is in poor health.
As I said, continuing on from where I left off. Ron was in hospital. Two days after Jean and I had fucked each other. Jean came round, rang the bell, to which I went to answer. I opened the door, and there stood Jean, we both almost could not look at each other.
She said, "hi, Bob... their letting Ron out of hospital today. And I was wondering... if you could help to bring him back in your car? He may find it difficult on the bus."
"Sure Jean, I don't mind at all. What time do you want to go?" I answer.
"I need to get a couple of things from the shops, so in half an hour or so."
I said, "Okay, just give me a call when you're back."
Jean came round about 40 minutes later. We went to the hospital to collect Ron. It was a fairly quite trip between us going up to the hospital; both Jean and I were a bit sheepish, only just managing to glance at each other now and then, and smiling awkwardly.
The journey home, was even more awkward, with Ron in the car. Ron sat in the back, Jean in the front. As we all talked, mainly about Ron and his health, and how he was going to get on. Sometimes Ron would change the conversation to ask what I had been up to! Both, Jean and I would look at each other in embarrassment.
The car journey was about twenty minutes from the hospital to home. I helped Ron out of the car and in to the house. I asked Ron if he needed any further help, to which he replied, "No... thanks Bob... but come round later for a drink and a chat, we can catch up on things?"
I asked, just to be sure that it was okay, "Only if you're sure Ron, you may be tired and need to rest?"
To which Ron replied, "No... you come round... if I fall asleep, then I'm sure, Jean, can keep you amused."
Jean and I looked at each other, with a slight smile and almost blushing.
I did go round that night, Ron, did not fall asleep, but, Jean and I manage to sneak a couple of intimate kisses and groaps, when Ron would visit the toilet.
A few weeks passed, it was very difficult to meet up with Jean.
I did go round, mainly to check on Ron, usually just for half an hour or so each time.
Then one weekend, when I popped round, rang the doorbell, Jean, came to answer, as usual I gave her a peck on the lips and she invited me in, in a low whisper, she said to me, "I've talked to him."
I looked at her quizzically, and mouthing, "What?"
I went in, and Ron, was sitting in his usual chair, looking a bit quieter than usual. "Hi, Ron, you okay? Anything I can do for you?" I asked.
Ron, answered, "Oh, hi Bob, no, I'm feeling a bit down and drained, all these medicines I'm taking seem to take their toll."
He offered me a drink, I said that I'll just have a coffee thanks. Jean made me a coffee, and then seemed to disappear upstairs.
Ron and I chatted for a while, he didn't seem himself, he was much quieter, and did not keep eye contact for long, I was not sure what to think of it, I thought it just may be the medication he was on.
It was now about 9.30pm, when I said to Ron, "I'll make a move now... I'll come and see you later in the week."
What Ron said to me next, was a total gob smacker, we usually shake hands, but this time Ron seemed to just hold my hand softly, and said, "Bob, Jean wants to talk to you, go and see her."
I did not know what he was saying; "Sorry... Ron, what was that, what do you mean?" I asked, with a slight croaky embarrassing voice.
"It's okay, Bob, Jean told me all about you, and her, not all the details... but enough."
I could only apologise, as I said, "I'm so sorry... Ron... I don't know what to say to you."
His reply was a shock to me. He said, "it's not the first time Jean's been unfaithful. Don't get me wrong, she, has let one other man... well you know, but just one other, it was about two years ago. I'm sure she'll tell you, if you want to know, then ask her?"
I was in shock, frozen to the spot, not knowing what to, say, do, think. Jean never mentioned any other man, but, then I suppose, why would she.
I looked to the floor, when, Ron said, "she's probably told you that I cannot... well... you know, satisfy her... I'm just not able in any way to help her in the state my health has been for the past five years or so."
All I said was, "I'm sorry Ron I shouldn't have... I'll just go."
"Bob, I'll be frank and open, I'm not angry with either of you, I am upset, mainly at myself. Jean, has so much sexual energy, I just can't keep up."
I was still looking to the ground. Ron said, "go up and spend some time with her... talk to her... go... go on." He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me lightly towards the stairs.
My head felt so heavy, I could not raise it to look at him. I turned round and walked to the stairs, and went up in a slow embarrassed way.
I reached the top of the stairs, Jean's bedroom door was just slightly open, I approached it, knocked, and then opened it slowly. Jean was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked up at me with a sorry look upon her face, sort of just staring at me standing in the doorway. I lifted my head and looked at her and said, in almost a whisper, "you told him?"
"Yes." She said, in a soft tone, as she nodded slightly, closing her eyes.
Then she tapped the bed, motioning me to sit there. I slowly went in, closed the door, but not shut.
She said, as I sat down, "we had quite a chat a couple of nights ago. He caught me with the vibrator, which did not surprise him, he's seen me with it before, but with my eyes closed, I did not see him come into the room. I was so far gone and into an orgasm, that I was calling your name, over and over again. Ron dropped the bottle of pills he had in his hands, which made me open my eyes. He just started at me, did not say a word. Just turned round, and walked out. I quickly threw my gown on and ran after him. I won't go through everything, but we chatted. He was beating himself up, about not being the man he used to be, not being able to.... Well you know? He also said, things about you, like betraying him, being a lousy friend and taking advantage. But, I told him that it was not your fault at all, it was me who started it, not you. I was the one who wanted it. We both had a bit of a cry together. I told him, that I'll never leave him, but needed to be loved... sexually."
I could not think of anything to say, and just looked at her.
Jean, went on to say, "It's okay, I think it was a bit of a relief for him to know that it was you, and not some total stranger."
We were both holding each other's hands, hers on top slowly caressing the back of mine.
"What happens now?" I asked Jean.
She just replied, "I don't know Bob, I just don't know".
We both looked up at each other, looking into each other's eyes for what seemed like a life time.
Then, I asked, "you don't think Ron will say anything to ****?" (my wife).
If you've read my previous story you'll know that my wife does not mean that much to me, but still, I did not want her to find out.
"No, I'm sure, Ron, would not ever do that." Said Jean.
I was about to get up to leave, but Jean held onto my hand, as if to say don't go, I turned to her and we gazed into each other's eyes. Jean came closer and closer till our lips met. We kissed tenderly for a minute or so, this then turned into a passionate kiss. My hands, each side of her face and hers were around me hugging me tighter and tighter. I pulled away, "Jean I don't think we.."
She stopped me, putting a finger to my lips, saying, in a soft voice, "Its okay, I am sure he's expecting something like this."
Jean, then started kissing me again. As this went on, we somehow just lost it, and were unconsciously taking each other's clothes off, in-between the kissing.
We were now totally naked, I had my hands on the sides of Jean's shoulders, she had one hand on my thigh, and the other was stroking my cock. We broke the kiss, and Jean went down, dribbled some spit onto my cock and took the head into her mouth.
Again, from the previous story, you'll remember, Jean, is a very petite woman, everything about her is so small and seem fragile, I say, "seem fragile", but when this woman is in the throws of sex, she is insatiable.
Let me remind you of her body, as I said petite, very petite, blond, shoulder length hair, her skin is so smooth all over, for a woman of her age (sixty three), she has hardly any wrinkles, a glowing pink colour with freckles. She is very flexible, she can get her knees up to her head quite easily, when laying on her back. Her pussy is clean shaven, (she said this was for me). She has rosy pink almost red pussy lips, which hang down from her pussy, and they open up like flower petals, (it send's shivers down my spine just writing this down). I just love this feature of hers (you can tell). Her tits are so sweet to look at, a nice hand full in size, she has quite large nipples, like tips of a little finger, amazingly stiff and hard, and the great thing about them, is that she loves them being sucked really hard, when I say "really hard," I mean, "Really fuckin' hard." Also, Jean's clit, it is fairly large, when the hood is pulled back it reveals a beautiful red bud.
Jean is in every way the opposite to my wife, who has lost all interest in sex, at her age of forty eight, I think she has an orgasm of sorts when she has a cup of tea and biscuits.
I digress. I am now, laying on my back, and Jean is giving me a blow job, my eyes closed, thinking this is bliss, and thinking, there is only one place better than my cock being in Jean's mouth, that is when my cock is in her sweet pussy.
Jean, was now wanking and sucking my cock hard. After five or six minutes, I placed my hands onto her head and pulled her off gently, she looked up at me as if to say, "no", I winked at her, and said, "it's my turn." By this I meant for me to suck on her big clit.
We slowly swapped places, she laid on her back, I went between her legs. She knew exactly what I wanted. She spread her thighs wide, to the point that with her knees bent and flat, touching the bed, I told you she was flexible. I wet my tongue, and went straight for her pussy lips, licking each one and sucking on them. She has a pronounced large clit. I pushed the hood back with my fingers and flicked my tongue across her red bud. She knew I loved this, and I knew, she did too. My hands were now under each of her ass cheeks, licking and sucking on the juices she was producing, Jean's soft moans slowly getting louder, "Bob... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck."
Her hands had now moved away from my head, and were stretched out horizontally, clasping tight at the bed sheets.
Then, came out the sex raved Jean, I had come to know, "come on you bastard, harder," she demanded, in a commanding tone of voice.
