Connie had had a very bad day and that was good for Tom. It meant that he would be the recipient of all that pent up tension and frustration. Tom still often wondered what his life would have been like if he had not attended Ms. Connie Cook's real estate lecture on that day three months ago.
"When are you coming over," the voice on the other end was terse, her words, clipped.
"Around six."
"Make it sooner. I want you there when I get home. ... and be ready. "
"OK."
He thought it best to keep his response simple. She was in no mood.
The 32 year old quickly prepared himself for Connie's arrival, while he had never questioned their age difference, in the beginning it had concerned Connie. Tom's only problem was that he loved older women and Connie was a dream come true. Having been married for over 30 years to the only lover she had ever know, Connie was ripe for experimentation and although he had never met the man, Tom had raised a glass to his benefactor on more than one occasion. You see Connie's late husband was an ass man, or to be more precise, an ass fucker.
Tom often smiled when he recalled he and Connie's first love making session. He had just hammered her pussy big time when Connie flipped over on her stomach so quickly it would make your head would spin.
Grabbing an ample cheek in both hands she pulled herself open wide. Tom lay by her side a little perplexed.
"Aren't you going to fuck my ass? There's lube in the nightstand" she said, looking over her shoulder with the sweetest look of confusion and hurt that Tom had ever seen.
Well, not one to pass up such an offer, Tom's cock quickly rouse to the occasion. It was only later that Tom learned that Connie's hubbie actually preferred the "servant's entrance" so much so, that anal sex for Connie had always been the norm and that the few men she had been with since her husband, tended not to be interested in fulfilling her needs in that regard.
Tom stopped daydreaming and got back to the task at hand. He undressed and placed in each of the short, terry robe pockets, what he hoped would be needed for the evening. Since it was the Friday before the long weekend, Tom anticipated that if he were lucky, the evening would progress far into night. As he waited, time seemed to creep by. Tension grew as he paced around the bedroom trying to keep his hand from doing what he so desperately wanted to do.
"But that he said, would spoil the evenings entertainment wouldn't it" He found himself saying out loud. "Hell, now she has me talking to myself"
Tom heard a car door and looked down into the driveway to see his full figured lady attempting to juggle her briefcase, travel mug and purse from the car. At 6', 200 lbs she had modelled to put herself through college and now some sixteen pounds heavier, the 52 year old was still stunningly beautiful with a nice sized chest that complimented her height, full hips and big thighs, she never failed to make his dick hard.
Connie rushed through the door slowing just enough to flash a "come fuck me smile."