He followed her into the bedroom listening to her high heels and noting that they made her butt sway seductively. The dim light hid whatever minor defects she imagined her body exhibited as she crossed to the far side of the unmade king-sized bed, bent down and fluffed up the pillows. He watched her breasts swing tauntingly from her chest as she pulled the sheets back into place.
"I guess I'll always be a housewife," she laughed. "I can tell a bachelor lives here."
Kneeling on the bed Bill admired her body in the moonlight. Her breasts sagged a little towards her sides but her hard nipples stood out in the shadows. He could see the little pooch of her belly and the remains of a scar just over above that little feathery tuft of hair that women like to keep over their shaved pubes.
They moved almost in unison and knee walked to the center of the bed where they ended up nearly touching, facing one another.
"I've never done this before with anyone but Robert and a few college boyfriends years ago," she said. "I'm not sure if I can be what you want."
Reaching out, Bill pulled her towards him and ran his hands up and down her back until he reached her ass and gently grasped and squeezed her ass cheeks.
"You already are everything I want," he said and kissed her.
Murphy clutched him tightly against herself. Her fervor was almost painful as she tried to meld their bodies into one. She moaned into his mouth and raising her leg she pulled his hip towards her. Bill reached down between their bodies and cupped her pussy. Murphy moaned again and pushed her crotch into his hand. He could feel her large outer lips engorged with blood and her lubrication had soaked not only her pussy but also the insides of her thighs.
He gently inserted his middle finger between her lips and was met with a gasp as she pulled away from his mouth and lay back on the bed with her eyes closed. Bill continued to move his finger all around the sensitive and most private opening to her body while she helped by arching herself so that her ass was completely off of the bed.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she said over and over followed by a long moan that almost turned into a scream when Bill pinched her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.
Murphy fumbled with her right hand as she tried to find Bill's cock. She twisted around until she could reach him held him in a tight grip.
"Please, no more. I want you in me," she pleaded.
She released him and he shifted up on his side, ready to mount her. She settled back on the bed, raised her legs and spread her thighs in anticipation.
A sudden thought came to Bill when he swung his body over hers and held himself up with one knee between her legs.
"Do I need a condom?" he asked.
"Not on my account!" she exclaimed. "I can't get pregnant and I haven't had sex in so long that I'm sure I'm OK."