When the oldest son married Courtney we were surprised, and though we tried to be the best parents and in-laws, we had doubts this relationship would last long. Courtney was a very sweet and pretty young lady, and while she wasn't the brightest bulb she wasn't stupid either. Standing about five foot six, she had natural blonde hair and bright blue eyes, a great ass to compliment her nice figure with full 34C boobs. She was the very definition of a looker.
But she also had a reputation, with one rumor being she and some friends had posted nude under-age pictures of themselves on the net, which were quickly taken down. In short, both boys and men liked her, and wanted to be with her. And I'll be honest, I was definitely attracted to her, imagining all sorts of things we might do together if ever alone. In fact, once when they came to visit she complained of a toothache and went to lie down in the guest bedroom while our son and his mother went shopping at the local mall. I stayed home since shopping just isn't my thing, and more than one thought crossed my mind about going into her room and 'checking on her.'
Of course I didn't, but my mind went through a series of sexual adventures we could have together. That evening I banged my wife harder than I'd done in months, with her expressing concerns the kids would hear us. I told her they were probably going at it as well. That is, if Courtney's tooth condition had improved.
I'll give her credit, Courtney stayed in the marriage longer than I thought she would at the time. But looking back, maybe she was prepared to leave earlier and was just looking for another, or better, place to land. Couldn't blame her, it's a little crazy out there if you're a young, pretty divorcee. Thankfully there were no kids.
When we could get him alone, we'd ask the son, "Why her?"
"God, she's so pretty," he'd tell us, "I never thought someone so beautiful would want to be with me."
And therein lay the problem. He had low self esteem, and in order to make himself feel better he latched on to one of the prettiest girls around, and then he'd constantly put her down. And in front of others, how embarrassing for her. We would warn him, that's not how you treat someone you love, and you'll find yourself alone at some point, wondering what happened. And eventually it did. And while we love our son, we really couldn't blame her for finally leaving.
Fast forward several years and the son remarried and has a family. And while his behavior improved with wife number two, they still had their moments and I will say she gave as good as she got. Good for her. My wife had passed away a couple of years after he remarried and they gave us grandkids, and I used my now-expanded family as my support group. Truth is, we probably used each other for support, which is a good thing and brought us all closer.
The rumor was Courtney had also remarried and had a family of her own. This was born out when I went to watch the grandkids play soccer and saw her watching her own child on an adjacent field. I casually made my way in her direction while pretending to watch the game, and after a few minutes of standing within a few feet of her when I glanced in her direction, our eyes met, and she smiled.
In faux surprise mode I asked, "Courtney?" Then reached my hand out to shake hers.
"Hey!," she enthusiastically replied in her unmistakable manner, lightly taking my hand in hers and gently pulling me towards her and into a firm hug.
"It's so good to see you," she continued as I felt her firm breast press into my lower ribcage. "It's been so long, how've you been?"
"Oh, too busy half the time, bored to death the other half. Guess that's the life of an old retired guy," I said.
"You're not THAT old" she quickly replied. And with a smile continued, "Besides, you never looked your age. And certainly not like a lot of men with dad bellies."
"Well, thank you. But you're the one who's kept their looks, still as beautiful as ever. You'll have to let me in on your secret one day."
"Perhaps, one day," Courtney replied playfully. "Seriously though, thank you for the kind thought. Who knew being a mother was such hard work?"
"So which child is yours?" I asked as I turned towards the field.
"Number five, that's Gabriel. He's not the best player on the team, but he sure likes playing. Which is good, keeps him out of any mischief. How about you, I suppose you have some grandkids out here?"
"The other field," I replied turning and pointing to Field #2. "Which I should be getting back to, by the way. But it was great seeing you Courtney, you look very happy," as I reached up and gently touched her shoulder.
She quickly moved to embrace me, which was a bit of shock, albeit a pleasant one. With our cheeks touching and lips close to my ear she said, "Don't be a stranger, I'm out here every weekend."
As we started to part she lightly kissed my cheek, causing a pleasant thrill. I probably had a bit of a shocked look on my face as we stared at each other for a moment, while she displayed a bright smile.
"Take care Courtney," I said as I began to step away and turned towards the other field.
"See ya!" she quickly replied in her typically happy tone.
'Wow,' I thought to myself, I certainly wasn't expecting that when I went up to say hi. But then, I thought, that's just Courtney's effervescent nature I suppose. At least, that's what I recall from the short time she was part of the family. That, and her good looks were what made her so popular with others, she just had a way of disarming a person and making them as happy as she was.
It wasn't long before the horny old man inside started to imagine her happy mannerisms were a flirtatious invitation to see her shapely body in all its glory. Her 34C breast in one hand, nipple hardening under my manipulating thumb, while my fingers caressed the damp natural blonde-covered folds between her shapely thighs. In my mind, I could practically smell her sex.
The sudden loud cheers over my shoulder brought me back to reality, and I turned back to where her son was playing to see his team had just scored a goal. I then looked in Courtney's direction where I saw her clapping along with the other parents. Suddenly, she turned her head in my direction where her eyes once again met mine, and she flashed me one of her signature bright smiles. I smiled back. She then took her right hand and ran it through her hair, and then shook her flowing gold mane. That had to be one of the sexiest things I've ever seen at a soccer match, as she smiled again, then turned back towards her son's team and continued clapping.
She was definitely flirting with me, I instantly thought. Or teasing me. Probably both. I just laughed and continued over to our field. Later that evening I turned in early, but couldn't sleep because of the thoughts of Courtney playing in my head. So, taking matters into my own hand, I jerked off to images of her laying back and running her hands though her hair as I ate her pussy. Then the bright, wide smile on her face as I lay above her as we fucked. I fell asleep with a large load of cum pooling on my belly and around my cock.
Several weeks passed and the dirty thoughts of Courtney became less frequent. Then, out of the blue I recieved a text mid-morning on a Tuesday. "If you're in town around 12:30 tomorrow I'll be at Kathy's having lunch. C"
Kathy's was a sandwich shop in town, and I really didn't have any plans that day, but wasn't sure who was texting me.
"Sounds nice, but who is this?" I replied to the number I didn't recognize.
"Courtney," came the digital reply.
"Oh hi. Pleasant surprise," I responded.
After a few minutes she replied, "And so...see you there?"
'What the hell,' I thought, I didn't have any other plans that day. "Yep. See you at Kathy's, 12:30. Looking forward to it."
I arrived a few minutes early and chose a corner booth. Several minutes later I saw Courtney come in, looking around the room. I stood and waved, then saw her signature smile as she recognized me and came over. As I smiled and said hi, she leaned in and lightly brushed her lips across my cheek before saying hi and taking her seat.
"Thanks for coming for lunch," she said. "I've been running errands all morning and needed a break and some good company."
"My pleasure, I'm glad you contacted me. It's a nice surprise, but I'd have thought you'd want to spend time with one or more of your friends," I replied.
"We're friends, right?" she quickly replied.
"Well, sort of, I suppose," I said, a little confused. "Obviously we're acquaintances," I stumbled with my thoughts, "We were certainly family at one time. I mean, I've always thought highly of you..."
The waitress came over, thankfully putting an end to my stammering.
"That's sweet, thank you," Courtney said while leaning closer once the waitress had taken our orders. "I've always liked you. You were always kind to me, and I appreciated that. Still do."
"Well, it was easy because you were always a very pleasant person, and deserved better treatment than you received. Sorry, didn't mean to open old wounds," I replied.
"No worries, that's all in the past," she quickly said, with a smile. "Besides, I'm more interested in what the future holds."
"And what's that, if you care to guess?"
"To be the best mother I can be, while still enjoying a modicom of fun. And I'll be honest with you, if I can use your shoulder for a minute. I also try to be the best wife I can be, but it's hard when the other party doesn't cooperate. Sorry, didn't mean to lay that on you."
"No, that's fine," I said as I reached across the table and gently took her small hand in mine. "Not that I need to know your personal business, but I'll listen to what's on your mind and try to give you the best advice I can. Not that you have to take it, of course."
"You see, that's what I find so great about you. Your kindness," Courtney spoke as she preceded to squeeze my hand with hers, causing me to smile broadly back at her.
She then continued, "This may make you a little uncomfortable, and I apologize for that. Its just... well, I have a high sex drive and my husband has a problem, how should I put it, um, keeping up with me."
I was somewhat shocked at Courtney's openness about the subject matter, but the more I thought about it the more I realized she was always an open person, and never hesitated to speak her mind.
After a few moments looking in each other's eyes, I replied, "Nothing unusual about that, really. You're in the prime of your life and your body has needs. Completely understandable, although a smart man would do his best to keep his mate satisfied. Both really need to make time for each other, away from all the other distractions, and that takes work."
