The widow lived across the road. She didn't fit the image. She was my age,
smart, kept herself trim. Had a pleasant but not overly exciting figure, the
sort that left you wondering what it looked like naked. She was vivacious,
lively, had a smile which lit everything up and she had never remarried. It
didn't appear to be for want of suitor's - there wasn't a string of men or even
a queue to the door. In fact she didn't go out a great deal, but if she did go
there was always a handsome man. They just didn't last more than a few months
before she tired of them. We have a tradition round here that certain neighbors
have always had little drinks parties at different times of the year. These are
the people that have lived here for ever - well since the road was built thirty
years ago anyway. They know everybody and everything, yet they do it without
being nasty. We felt honored to be involved right from the start when we moved
in. Yet they didn't know much about the widow. She kept herself to herself,
there wasn't even gossip, you know - she's a dyke or whatever. She just kept her
own council as they say in these parts. We met socially very occasionally - I
must admit my wife and I liked her, she was very pleasant company. She's a 'toucher'.
Our family, on both sides, have always been 'touchers' as well - we'll put an
arm around someone when we meet, touch their arm as we talk, often brush cheeks
as we greet. I don't know why - I guess it's not everyone's bag, but we just do
it. We get more positive responses than negative so it can't be too bad! We met
the widow first at a next door's Christmas eve 'do'. It's actually her birthday
as well so it's a bit of an excuse for a celebration. I'd gone in early, my wife
would follow later she said - preparations for the 'big day' and everything. My
wife enjoys Christmas - the planning - the food - the little surprises -
everything just so. The widow slipped next door too have a quick chat with her -
I followed a few minutes later to see when wifey was coming in. Nobody bats an
eyelid anyway, we all come and go during the evening. As I got to the door wifey
turned and said to me "Go across with Yvonne she needs some help for a few
minutes, Jack has let her down and she needs a man to help her with some
preparation." Now I have to say this surprised me - Janet my wife - is a little
wary of these situations. "Well I mean you can't be too careful - can you" is
one of her favorite sayings. Anyway I followed Yvonne, I always do as I'm told!
Yvonne chattered, as she does, as we made our way to her house. My mind off at a
tangent - thinking what a lovely backside she had. Mentally I slapped myself
down and shook my head. We went into Yvonne's house - the doors are slam locks
so once shut unless put on the check they can't be opened from the outside -
ours are the same, she didn't put the check on. We wouldn't be disturbed - but
then I though don't be stupid - to coin a phrase 'don't shit on your own
doorstep', and that applied to her as as well as me. "Sven - can you wait here a
second I must just pay a visit" Yvonne said. So I stood in the kitchen and
waited. The calendar on the cupboard was a Chippendale one - I grinned to myself
- "nothing wrong there!" "Perhaps a little out of character though?" As she came
back through the door I bloody near stopped breathing and had a heart attack -
she was totally stark naked!! "Did Janet tell you what it was I wanted to
borrow?" she asked. The ambiguity vanished totally as she sashayed across felt
me up and started undoing my trousers. She was gorgeous the figure was far
better than it had any right to be at her age - my dick recognized the fact by
becoming instantly totally and achingly hard. You've heard of Rudolph the red
nosed reindeer - the end of my dick was so red it was in danger of becoming a
hazard warning light. I lost at least two shirt buttons as it came off, shit I
didn't care even though God only knew how I'd explain them to wifey. Staid wifey.
Stay at home wifey. Missionary position wifey. Friday night is fucking, sorry
'loving', night wifey. Not here wifey. Christ Yvonne was hot and now so was I -
forbidden fruit and the widow flashed across my brain for about - well not long
anyway - it was replaced by pure lust. Love, forget it! This was Lust with a
capital L. Yvonne took me in her mouth as we sank to the carpet oblivious to the
world - she scooted round and presented me with the most beautiful sight - one
open wet ready vagina - you couldn't call it a cunt it was just too beautiful! I
sank my face in it and the taste and smell was overpowering - coupled with the
Yvonne's exquisite tongue at the other end I started to come almost instantly.
Yvonne screamed round my dick as she came to. Noisily eating each other to
death. God what a beautiful way to go I remember thinking as I blacked out from
overload of the dick. I came round to find Yvonne had changed ends and I was
getting wonderful sticky kisses flavored by the taste of my cum. I was surprised
at the taste - I had never been interested in trying my own in hand to hand
session's and wifey - remember her - had never eaten me like this. Not all the
way and swallowed with the obvious joy of the widow. She sat a little upright
and my proud erection slid easily into that wonderful opening - she took me all
the way in one glorious, sliding ride of ecstasy that made me wince it was so
good, then the widow leaned forward and put her right tit into my waiting mouth
- total heaven. We moved, slowly at first, to the most shattering climax I have
ever had - we both passed out for a few minutes from the intensity. When I came
to she was gently cleaning me off with her lips and tongue - it hurt it was so
good. She moved round and without thinking about it I cleaned her off with my
mouth. I had never done that before, but the mixture of our juices was so heady
it just seemed right. She spoke the first words in almost an hour "Thank you for
my Christmas present - we'd better go back, they'll think we're being naughty."
And she grinned. "You go to your house first and then come in with Janet". So I
did. Yvonne has had a Christmas present from me for eleven years now. For the
rest of the year we pass each other by - well we used to anyway. THIS year was
different, you see wifey walked in on us. I nearly shit myself - I think Yvonne
did! Then Janet said to us both - "well I always told him he could have a
mistress as long as he kept both of us satisfied - so when you two have finished
it's my turn," and she got undressed and joined in. I ended up totally shagged
out over the best Christmas I have ever had, well what bits of it I remember. As
I write this Yvonne has just poured a whiskey for the three of us and Janet's
about to come out of the shower - Me oh I feel great - 40 going on 90 - I'm sure
Janet has planned something with the insurance pay out, But what the hell, I
don't care. It'll be a great way to die!
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