My wife Annalise and I moved into this small New England town a year ago when she decided that we needed a change in our lives. She was a children's television producer and grew tired of the business. She had a Masters in secondary education and decided that, after 12 years in show business, it was finally time to use her college education for its intended purpose. The one good thing of working in Hollywood without succumbing to the expensive lifestyle, we paid cash for our large home. My name is Sebastian, I'm forty-nine, and we've been married for twenty-five years. Because I was an independent video game programmer, I could work anywhere with an internet connection. This college town had a great one.
We quickly made friends with the neighbors and others in town and settled into the slower Northeast pace. It was a hot July day; Annalise was away visiting her sister in New York, leaving me alone to my own devices. I finished my latest creation and gave it to the beta testers for them to play and find errors, leaving me with free time on my hands. I sat in our backyard, a book in one hand, a bottle of soda in the other, and wearing nothing but a smile.
One of the reasons why we purchased this house was that it had a large in-ground pool, the backyard hidden behind large trees and a security fence. Annalise grew to love swimming naked in pools while we were out in California, and wanted to do the same during the short period of time we had in New England. Since she wasn't around to join me, I had to service with me reading fiction with mature naked female characters.
I had read a short story, one where the female author confessed about her first threesome with two men, when I heard someone call out name. I quickly reached for my towel to cover myself and cursed because I forgot to lock the gate.
"Sebastian, I thought you would be out here," my neighbor Estelle said. "I came over to see if." She stopped her walk and sentence when she saw me sitting with the towel lying on my body.
Estelle was like my wife, a schoolteacher, though she taught in the high school while Annalise was a middle school teacher. She was short, standing barely five feet tall. Her gray hair was long, reached to the middle of her back. She had a pear body type; her hips were larger than her breasts, though the size was large. Her ass was great, as were her thighs, never disqualifying factors to me for lust. In fact, I found that enormously a turn on. If it had, I'd have never married Annalise. Estelle was also twelve years our senior, a sexy sixty-one.
She covered her mouth as she spoke, "I am so sorry. If I had known you were sunning, I'd have not have come back here." She turned around.
I used this moment of semi-privacy to stand and wrap the towel around my waist. "No, it's okay. I should have locked the gates."
"No, I invaded your privacy. I should leave you alone." She took a few steps towards leaving.
"No, don't leave. Let me put something on." I made my way to my house, passing her along the way.
"No, let me leave and you can call me once you're dressed." She again started to leave. I reached for her hand and pulled it.
"Non-sense," said. I was going to tell her to get comfortable, to go into the kitchen and grab something cold to drink. That was until she knocked into me, causing the towel to unwrap and fall. I watched her blue eyes follow it all the way to the ground. I saw her eyes rise slightly to waist level. I saw her shocked look replaced by a devilish smile.
Being bold I asked, "Do you like what you see?"
She stopped looking at my ever-growing cock and into my eyes. "Yes," she whispered. She reached out slowly with a hand before retracting it quickly.
I sensed what she wanted to do. "Would you like to touch it?"
She shook her head, her eyes never leaving it. "No, I shouldn't. What would Annalise say?"
"She'd not say a word," I said.
"Why would you think that? No, I think she would be upset at us both." She tried to remove her hand from my hand, but I held it firm.
"I know she would be okay with it. We've discussed our fantasies, and I mentioned you in one."
She squeezed my hand tightly. Estelle looked into my eyes and tilted her head. "You're not lying to me, are you?"
I saw her chest rise and fall quickly. "No, I've mentioned you several times. Why?"
She swallowed hard and spoke. "You're a younger man. Why would you want a fat, ugly, old broad like me?"
I smiled devilishly. "There's something about your body that excites me."
She demurred. "Thank you for that, but really. You're too kind. You don't need to patronize me."
