Grandma and I spent Sunday night in bed together, and most of Monday. I left that night. Grandma leaned in the car window as I started up my Cruiser and we shared a mouthful of tongue.
"When will I see you again, Paul?" She asked.
"How about next weekend, grandma?" I answered.
She gave me a peck on the forehead and I pulled out of her driveway. What a weekend. I felt no compunction and no guilt; mainly, I just felt good, with my whole body tingling and my imagination filled with images of grandma naked and panting, her big tits rolling across her chest and her mouth open in pleasure.
I was busy that week trying to make money. On Tuesday, I got an email from grandma. "Missing you," the message read, and attached was a beautiful picture of grandma in a bikini posed next to the swing where it had all started. On Thursday, my phone rang at work. It was grandma. She proposed coming up to the city to visit, and to stop in to see some old friends. I agreed enthusiastically.
Grandma arrived early Friday night. As soon as I heard the door buzzer, my cock sprang to attention. I opened the door, and she burst in dropping her suitcase next to the doorway and wrapping her arms around my neck. We kissed long and slowly, and before I could close the door, grandma had snaked her hand into my jeans and was jerking me off. Needless to say, we ran to the bed together and spent all night fucking, sucking, and licking each other in pleasure.
In the morning, grandma said she had some shopping to do and that she wanted to visit some old friends later in the afternoon. I tried to beg off, but she gave me a big wet kiss and promised me we'd have a good time. I agreed.
About four, I drove grandma over to the west side to visit her friends. They were a couple - - Frank and Anna, and as she explained on the drive over, they have been very close friends when grandpa was still alive. I could barely keep my hands off grandma. She was wearing a tight, short black skirt, pumps, and a sleeveless silk blouse that really showed off her cleavage. She knew she was driving me wild and played around by crossing and uncrossing her legs and leaning way over into the driver's seat to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. By the time we pulled up to Frank and Anna's modest ranch house, my cock was as stiff as a board.
Frank answered the door. He looked to be about in his early sixties - - with a thick head of short, white hair and a paunchy build. Grandma introduced us and Frank ushered us into the living room. Anna was sitting on the couch and stood when we entered the room. Anna was one of those older ladies who just doesn't want to admit she's getting older. She wore a short red dress, a pair of black high heels, and a tight black rayon blouse through which you could make out her black, lacy bra. She had shoulder length blonde hair, long red fingernails, and she wore plenty of make-up and jewelry - - bracelets on her arm, rings, and earrings.
She and grandma greeted each other warmly and then grandma introduced me.
"Anna," granny said. "This is my grandson, Paul."
Anna smiled and looked me up and down. She came closer and gave me a big hug. I could feel her tits pressing against me and smell her thick, sweet perfume. I had put my hands on her hips as she hugged me and, rather than breaking the hug, Anna simply leaned back.
"I've heard so much about you," Anna smiled and licked her lips. "You big stud you."
She laughed. And, I could hear grandma giggle. I looked over to see Frank also flashing a big broad smile. Anna ran her hands up and down my arms and then across my chest. Grabbing my biceps, she leaned towards my grandma.
"God, June," she said to granny. "He really is built like a hunk. Oooooh. How exciting."
Grandma laughed again and Anna turned back to me. She ran her hands up along my shoulders and then along the side of my face, cupping my cheeks in her ring bedecked hands.
"Give me a kiss, honey," Anna leered, pushing her face close to mine.
Sure, it was a strange situation. But for all of Anna's worn charms, her fleshy sexuality was really turning me on. I leaned down and Anna and I kissed. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and wrapped her hands around my neck. As we traded tongue, I heard her whimpering with pleasure.
We broke our kiss. Anna was panting.
"Hmmmm," she said. "That was tasty."
"Hey, kids," Franks said jovially. "Why don't we have a drink first."
Anna detached herself from me and straightened her skirt. Frank and grandma left the room to get the drinks. Anna slinked over to the couch and sat down.
"Over here, tiger," she whispered to me hoarsely, patting the sofa next to her. "Sit next to me."
I sat down next to her and she linked her arm in mine.
"Your grandmother tells me you're quite successful," Anna said with a big smile.
I nodded and we chatted. As we talked, Anna kept running her hands up and down my arms and squeezing my shoulders like I was some kind of new pet or Christmas present. All the attention was getting me hard. Grandma and Frank returned with drinks and while Frank settled into the chair opposite us, grandma sat down next to me on the couch. Anna surrendered my arm, and grandma, her skirt riding high up her thighs, put her arm around my shoulder.
As we sipped our drinks, grandma, Anna, and Frank filled me in on their story. They and my grandfather had all met in the seventies at some farmers get-together. Frank sold farm machinery. They had hit it off and started swinging together.
"Your grandfather," Anna said with a laugh. "was insatiable. That man could fuck from dawn 'til dusk and still have some left over for a midnight snack."
Grandma and Frank laughed. In the eighties, Frank and Anna had moved to another part of the country and although the couples had stayed in touch, their swinging days were over.
At first, I was shocked to hear my grandmother talk about swinging with Frank and Anna, and I was shocked to hear my grandfather being talked about like he was some character in a story. But, eventually, my blush faded, and I really began enjoying hearing all the sordid details. Eventually, the stories wound down and Frank left the room to get some fresh drinks.
