Peggy and I managed to get together again last week. We'd previously arranged to meet in a further month so I was very surprised to receive an excited text from her last Wednesday asking me if we could meet at hers on the Friday. She explained that John, her hubby, had to fly out to the US at short notice on business for a few days. Luckily, Friday was her day off from her part-time job at a local private school, and I was able to change my plans to suit. Peggy has only just 'crossed the line' as she calls it, and started playing outside her marriage for the first time. It's a huge step for anyone, particularly a 60yo respectable lady committed to her hubby, so understandably she can only relax enough to meet me if John is out of town.
So last Friday I arrived at hers just after 9am and received another lovely warm and emotional welcome from Peggy. We excitedly caught up with our news and our thoughts over a coffee in her kitchen before the hugs took over and the sexual tension rose to a point where we knew we'd need to do something about it. Peg looked up at me as I held her close, "Tim, I think I should warn you, ..." she paused and held my gaze.
In those few milliseconds my heart raced, thinking she was going to call it a day, but then she pressed her mouth to mine and slipped her tongue in to play with mine before drawing back to look at me intently, "... I'm feeling so horny," she broke off again to kiss me, "I'm ready to get really dirty today ... you can be less of a gentleman and more of a filthy bastard for me," her breathing was already ragged as she snogged me deeply and pressed her lovely full, soft tummy into my burgeoning erection. "... and that's an order," she added mischievously
Oh fuck, my tummy flipped. I can't say I was completely surprised though. She's not only gained sexually confidence very quickly, but has also delighted me with her appetite to try new things. The first time we'd met for sex, we spent two consecutive days in her bed and we'd enjoyed a wide range of pleasures, much of it quite new to her. We'd been able to pace ourselves and take things slowly so that she felt comfortable and safe. When we subsequently met just for a few hours several weeks later, we'd made love tenderly and cuddled a lot. She'd confirmed what I'd suspected, that she'd needed reassuring and plain old 'comfort sex' that morning, but that she was ready to move on and experiment more with me.
As Peggy took my hand and led me purposefully to the guest suite, I loved her so much for telling me she wanted to play hard and dirty today. At my request she was wearing the clothes she'd worn when we'd met in the restaurant all those months ago, plain black trousers and top, simple and elegant. Today her footwear was rather different though, instead of the black flatties and socks she'd worn the evening we met, she was wearing sexy gold mules with a 2" heel, her lovely bare feet on display and her toes painted in her favorite green/blue shade.
She slipped off her mules and as I started to undress her she stopped me, took my face in her hands and told me she had a surprise for me underneath. She looked slightly concerned and said she hoped I'd approve. I thought maybe she'd be wearing some naughty undies, but no, she had on a white bra and matching big knickers, appropriate for her age but very lacy and feminine. I looked at her questioningly and she turned around slowly to present her back to me.
Oh fuck, she'd gone and had a small tattoo done at the base of her spine, just above her pantyline. I was speechless for a moment, which she interpreted as horror. She turned back to face me, clearly worried that I'd thought it distasteful. I took her in my arms, cuddled her and buried my face in her hair, reassuring her how much I loved it. She sobbed with relief, shaking while she told me how she'd long wanted one and that thanks to me felt she had the confidence to go ahead and get it done. She'd wanted it to be a surprise for me and then got cold feet as I undressed her and worried I'd disapprove, "given my age," she said.
I asked what her John thought. She said he'd laughed and told her that she was turning into an eccentric old lady. She added sadly that he didn't take much interest in her body and that she'd done it to see if it had any positive effect on how he viewed her. Apparently he was non-plussed by it and she then worried that I would be too. I told her straight that a discrete tattoo on a woman is a turn-on for me and in my mind signaled a free spirit and an open-mind. I urged her to slip into her mules again and turn around so I could look at it in detail. It was a tasteful, feminine design in an inverted triangle shape, about two inches across and an inch deep, the apex pointing down towards her bum cleavage. I ran my fingertips around it and lightly massaged her before reaching up her back to unclip her bra. I was so hard just thinking about enjoying her sexy body-art while buried inside her doggy style.
I stood behind her and reached around to hold her neat little breasts, looking at us both in the mirror and enjoying the look and feel of her tits as I lifted and rotated them gently, rubbing my thumbs across her hardening teats. I bent my head and nuzzled her lovely wrinkled neck with my mouth and murmured into her right ear how I found her even sexier with a tattoo. I told her I'd love her to have a tiny, discrete tattoo on one of her ankles.
"Oh god, don't you think that would be a bit slutty?" she gasped as I kneaded her tits a bit more firmly and gently pinched her proud nipples.
"Yes, it would, but it would look so fucking sexy on you, a little subtle symbol that signified to anyone who spotted it that you were growing older disgracefully," and I pressed my hard cock into the crack of her bum. "I'd call it your dirty-bitch tattoo, a little 'fuck-off' gesture by an outwardly respectable older lady."
Peggy groaned and turned her head to join her mouth to mine, but I wasn't finished. I gently broke the kiss and whispered to her that I wanted her body to be marked in a way that signified her sexual awakening.
She wriggled her bum against my cock and cried, "Oh fuck, the thought of it's getting me really wet. OK ... I'll agree to it only if you help me choose a design and come with me to have it done, 'cos it will probably hurt."
I turned her around to face me and held her tight. I told her that my wife was slowly coming around to the idea of getting a small hidden tattoo, only visible to the two of us. She's Welsh and would like a tiny red dragon just above her left hip. She's tried a removable tattoo as a test and we both loved it; I got so turned on looking at it while fucking her. I like the thought of her breaking a taboo and having a permanent one inked onto her mature body.
As we embraced, Peg rubbed her breasts against my chest and I let my right hand wander into a leg of her panties. She raised her thigh and rubbed her knee against me, enabling me to gain better access to her crotch. God she was dripping. She rested her head on my chest and started to moan softly as I parted her labia and fingered her pussy. As her arousal built I could feel her legs were weakening so I guided her gently towards the bed. She lay on her back and raised her knees, her feet waving in the air, happily allowing me to peel off her sodden panties. She still had her mules on and I unhooked the panties as they caught on her heels.
I showed her the mess in the crotch, which prompted a wicked grin on her face, "yes, Timothy my dear, I've got a complaint to make ... since you've been coming to my bed the laundry load has increased dramatically ... messed up sheets, soggy knickers, cum-stained lingerie!" We collapsed in giggles at her mock telling-off and I felt relieved that she could see the funny side of her infidelity. Sex should be fun after all. I held her as we regained our composure and gazed down at her lovely features as she smirked back at me, a thoughtful look starting to appear on her face. She kissed me long and gently, nibbled my lips with hers and murmured, "Tim, stop messing about and fuck me for god's sake."
