Saga of Jin

Saga of Jin

This wasn't supposed to happen and it did. I'm OK with it, it's not like it's the first time I slept with a man. It's not the first time I cheated on my husband but this time I'm safe. Just another ordinary life of the average sixty-four year old chick with so much to hide and nobody to tell.

Welcome to the Saga of Jinny and congratulations, you are the audience as the fine citizens of Literotica. Please, we old bats know what soft-core porn is, we have lived it one way or another. Most of this stuff is trash, kids or nerds who can't get laid going to find new or inventive ways to write "fuck" and then run to whack themselves off in the bathroom. This is not fine literature, it's the American condition in a lot of people's minds. Too bad, or maybe it's great, they missed reality as I defined it.

Working somewhat backwards, I recently retired from a career as an optometrist and did pretty well. That's pretty good news. Better news is my husband of forty-four years is now in extended nursing care for the rest of his life, a prisoner of Alzheimer's. Welcome to Jinny's Life Secret Number One, he's a flaming homosexual and always has been.

Yep, his definition of romantic sex with me was either in my butt or me on my knees so he could get hard. Secret Two, it was a marriage of convenience, not lust. Secret Three? I wasn't a virgin anyway, I had enjoyed missionary a year before we met while in college. It was the Eighties, man, get used to it. Anyway, it's about to get worse. On Tuesday, July 1

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, 186, I got pregnant and it wasn't him.

Secret Four, on a warm afternoon, a beautiful man knocked me up. That one wasn't supposed to happen either, it was going to be just lunch with that doll who had been the instructor at a non-credit fun course I'd taken at the college. Just saying thanks, maybe the start of a friendship and I got totally seduced. He didn't want to talk about the class, he wanted to know about me, to listen to me. I surprised him when I followed him home, the lame-ass excuse of wanted to see how a bachelor lived these days. Maybe I did but I had taken my wedding ring off before we walked into his house.

Whether he saw that, I don't know but I do know the man could kiss. Kiss and kiss and rattle my teeth kiss as my blouse opened. I'm not a big girl, not then nor now, still little 34C's on my chest but at least they were still pert then and soft pink centers rock hard against a bare chest. Felt good, but felt better with is mouth attached as the shirt and bra fell off. A strong man who carried me up the stairs to his bed and took me all the way. About the time I realized what condition I might be in, he took me again.

Four times he went in that afternoon, four times I came all over him, he gushed loads into me. We never had sex again, we only saw each other once or twice, but it was soon obvious the damage was done. That wasn't a secret I kept from my husband, maybe I was hoping he'd throw me out. He was fine with me aborting and more than fine with me getting my tubes tied, not being attracted to motherhood ever. He had another surprise in mind for me. The son of a bitch got me to three-some.

After four fingers of Jack poured down my throat, I figured he and his buddy were taking me home to take advantage of me. At least I knew where I fit into this equation, sitting in the backseat, them in the front as we went back to our place. I figured they'd strip me down and take turns as my punishment for being such a bad girl. I knew thought we were going to build the Rainbow Bridge.

At least that's what they called it, the two of them standing and french kissing, me on my knees between them. The bastards didn't even take my dress down before I started sucking pecker. Before I started alternating between cocks getting harder fast. At least I wasn't humiliated, the alcohol killed the pain, but they ruined the dress with stains and me not able to get up to spit their shit out. I sure want' going to swallow so I let it run out. Then they let me lay there and think about it while they went off to bed. Welcome to the 80's, boys and girls.

Kinky? I don't know but I thought it was hilarious in one way. I'd go to be the mild-mannered optometrist by day and my husband's party favor on the weekends. I was a toy to whoever he was dating in the gay scene at the time and he was worse than a teenage girl, the way he bounced around. Over the decade and into the 90's, I met six of his romances. I honestly wondered where I was headed.

Two of them actually put it in me and did missionary me, one did shoot his load where it belonged but didn't do much for me. By that time I had a toy anyway when I needed to get off. They were good for my business anyway, a small cost of making money, right? I was finding all sorts of ways to justify whatever I was doing and tolerating my marriage. Then it all came crashing to an end, all because of Freddie.

Freddie, Freddie Mercury as in AIDS Freddie and I got religion. Not as going back to church, as in giving up stupidity. Giving up sex and for the first time, was worried. I paid a lot of money for insurance and I took a lot of tests to make sure it wasn't me who became a statistic. By Y2K, I was pretty confident about that but a new issue was showing up. Within ten years, I was dealing with my husband's Alzheimer's.

Maybe it's related, maybe it was coincidence, I don't know. I deal with eyes, not the mind and he got worse over the first decade of 2000. There was medicine, there was procedures and I kept on hoping tomorrow would be better just like I hoped to keep on working. By 2020, I couldn't do it all and he needed more than I could hide. He's forgotten me now, totally forgotten, but he's finally gotten honest with himself and the world. He is gay, get used to it and in some ways he's very, very happy.

It wasn't long after that when one of my new patients, a cute little thing named Eli, mentioned something about he was giving a lecture over at the college. I just happened to like the pioneer days and that sort of thing so I went. Lot of fun, great program and I stayed around to talk to Eli and his woman, Wendy. They both were Alpha humans, it made me curious for whatever reason. Next thing you know, a friendship was beginning.

Maybe I was jealous, they knew how to live, to explore, to do fun things, I don't know but I liked them. Come to find out, he was about 90% devil in some ways. He'd been married for thirty years but she died. He'd been screwing Wendy for about twenty years on the side, what with her massive set of jugs she carried. Come to find out, she wasn't the only one, he also had some little thing named Saundra on the side too. They knew about each other, tolerated it but were competitive too. I was amused and then Eli mentioned why it all made sense.

He is being treated for early onset Alzheimer's, as early as a 70 year old can be I guess. His family on all sides has had it, he's a real research plum for the doctors and he doesn't have time to feel sorry about anything. Add to that and not only was Wendy married to somebody else, so was this Saundra. There was something brazen, something so confident and assured, I just was drawn to the character that Eli had become. Now I have to figure out where it all went right that made me so crazy again

Wendy is gone, I don't know the particulars nor do I care. Saundra has come, I've met her, made friends and hate her, she is so pretty. A cute little thing, little like me but gorgeous, and a real elf of fun. I know she put out for him a lot for a while but has gone back to her husband for a while now too. My nice, neat little life stopped making sense last night. I went to bed with Eli.

There is no rational reasoning behind what happened. We are friends, I do admire his positive energy and he is a cute little thing. I am also incredibly lonely, that's probably why the friendship began. I didn't need laid, I'd learned to live without it, but I did not object to seeing if I was still woman enough to please a man. Honest enough to admit I wanted to stay over at his place, daring enough to call him Babe in a supermarket. It all swirled into snippets, a flirt, a bump, holding hands, giggling, the click of the door behind us, God have mercy on me.

The man can kiss, I like that. Buttons open, I like him taking charge. I am ready to go to the bedroom but he wasn't. My shirt was open, I am a married woman. My bra opened, I'm a married woman, Babe and the cloth falls to my elbows. Kisses are running down my chest as Eli sinks to his knees, right here, right now. A hungry mouth suckles my left and then my right, it feels so good. I'll wait, Babe, it will feel better.

A bare chest does feel so good against my breasts, not here Babe, bed. I'm holding him, his arm around my waist, mine over his shoulders. It's a dream world, the bed is so soft. My slacks are unbuckled and sliding off. Those are cotton panties, Baby. Pretty? I wore them for you, pretty things We're kissing, hungry kisses that run down my neck, my chest, my breasts, my tummy. The tongue darts in my belly button, the fire ignites. Let's go, I'm gone.

A hungry mouth finds my breasts, I spread and Babe mounts me. I wrap my legs as he slides in. Bigger than the boy who popped me in the Whetstone Park of Roses woods so long ago. Bigger than my husband, it pushes on. Longer than my lover that made a babe, on and he pulls out. I open my eyes, he looks down and yes, I am so wet, Babe. Back in, sliding on past the three some to where no man has gone. God, I'm coming.

Not nice, not big, this son of a bitch is huge and I come again. On the third orgasm, I just hang on and pity frail little Saundra took this pounding night after night? Wonder Woman she is and I come again. Hurry, babe, hurry.

He was going rigid and I came again. Into a weak kitten he exploded, gushing out into me and collapsed in my arms. Goo gushed out of me, the sheets ruined. My breasts ached, my insides were on fire and we panted for breath. Give me an hour babe, can you please me again? A giggle and I am in love.

Now I wonder what Part Two will be.