I had a pleasant experience at Costco the other day. My wife had sent me to pick up a few things from down there the other day. Now I’m in my mid 70’s and don’t like the crowds so I like to go early in the mornings if I have to go. As I was exiting, as you probably know, someone from the store has to check your receipt to verify your purchases. This early fortyish gal with her hair in a ponytail, wire rimmed glasses, a tight black sweater and tight black ski pants with black ski booties was at her post. Some might she had a plain face though I really liked her smile.
As there were no customers behind me after checking my basket she said, “Have a nice day, thank you for shopping at Costco.”
Looking down I could see the outline of her puffy nipples so I stopped and said, “Thank you Beautiful!”
Blushing, she said, “Did you just call me beautiful?”
“Indeed I did, and I meant it, though my wife might say I’m just a big flirt,” I said. She started to laugh, I read her nametag said CeCe. She had dark brown hair and golden brown eyes. I added, “CeCe, you are stunning.”
To which she replied, “Well, I try.”
“And you’ve succeeded beyond all expectations,” I said. We had to pause our conversation so a few customers could be checked out, then I moved back close to her.
Checking behind me and seeing no one close approaching, I looked at her and said, “Too many women today look at what’s in the magazines, on the television or movie screen and base themselves compared to what they see there. Those are empty vessels who go through life seeking something that most of them can never find, that’s true happiness. Unfortunately a lot of beautiful women, such as yourself, don’t see themselves as beautiful. CeCe, let me tell you, you exude a sensual presence about you that can drive a man wild. I know it sure does me. My beautiful lady, if I were to be 20 years younger, I’d pursue you like no other and we’d make love until we both passed out. I would devour every inch of your body and pleasure you until you begged me to stop.”
By this time, she was holding my hands and looking up into my eyes, savoring every word I spoke. Then she placed a hand on my chest and leaned up as if to kiss me and we heard gasps coming from behind us.
Suddenly we realized that there were four or five ladies fixated on our conversation who had abandoned their carts and had moved up to hear us better. The line had backed up halfway to the registers and one of the managers ran up to assist CeCe in checking receipts. Her face was crimson but she was smiling like a Cheshire cat. She leaned in and whispered, “Thanks a lot, now you have me all wet and I’m probably going to get in trouble.”
As I started to push my cart away, one of the ladies that was behind me called out to me so I stopped. She came up and asked, “Did she give you her phone number?”
I shook my head no and asked her, “Why?”
This gal was probably in her mid-50’s. She shoved a piece of paper in my hand. I looked and it was her phone number and she said, “I’m Lissa. You can give me a call. Any weekday between noon and 4:00. I’d love to get together with you. If you fuck half as good as you talk, I can’t wait to try you out.” I just stood there and watched as she walked away. She was dressed rather classy; her hips were quite slim and I wondered how she’d feel if I took her Rocky(D)gy? I shook my head and told myself to quit having these fantasies, I’m too old for women to be coming on to me.
I stopped at the edge of the concrete to look for cars when a cart bumped into the back of my legs almost knocking me over. Startled, I turned to see this blond giving me an embarrassed look. She rushed up to me and started rubbing the back of my legs. “Thank you,” I told her, “I’m sure I will be fine.”
This young lady, who looked to be in her mid to late 30’s, kept apologizing and said, “Please let me make it up to you.” She opened her purse and took out a card and a pen, then wrote on the back, ‘One free massage. Costco exit.’ And handed it to me. I turned the card over and it said, “Magic Hands Massage by Jackie” then with a gleam in her eye, she extended her right hand and said, “By the way, I’m Jackie. Please let me know it’s you so I can schedule you in for one of my special massages.” She winked and blew me a kiss as she walked away.
I was standing there not believing what had just happened when one of the cart retrievers walked up to me and handed me another note. I opened it up and there was yet another phone number with C.C. at the bottom. I turned to look back at her and she gave me a wicked grin and a half wave as she quickly swiped her marker across the next person’s receipt. I doubt she even looked in their cart.
I made it back to my car and loaded the items I had been sent for. I was shaking. Vicki and I had been married for over 50 years and I had never cheated on her. Of course we hadn’t had sex in the past seven or was it 8 years now. Ever since her hysterectomy she had changed. It was very rough on me the first couple of years but I accepted it because I loved her. As I reached into my pocket to get my keys, I found the notes and pulled them out. I started to throw them away but for some unknown reason, I stuck them in my shirt pocket and headed home.
As I was putting things away in the kitchen, Vicki came up to me and put her arms around my neck, pulling my head down and kissed me. I told her, “Thanks, I love you too.”
She took my hand in both of hers and said, “What’s wrong, Michael? Something’s bothering you, isn’t it?” I can tell.” Dang, was I that obvious?
I sat her down at the kitchen table and told her about my Costco experience. My sweet wife listened patiently, smiling and nodding occasionally but not saying a word. When I was done, she asked so matter of factly, “So have you decided on which one you’re going to try first?”
My jaw just about hit the table; my mouth was dry as the Sahara. I stammered and said as I stood, “Honey that would be cheating on you and in all these years I’ve never done that. I could never hurt you. You mean the world to me.” Wrapping her in my arms I gave her a big hug.
The love of my life got up on her tiptoes and kissed me, saying, “Darling, it wouldn’t be cheating if I gave you permission, you know a hallpass so to speak.” Burying her head into my chest she said, “My love, when my body decided it no longer wanted sex, you never pestered me, got mad at me or degraded me. For that I will be eternally grateful. I have so many friends who’s husbands made their lives miserable when they went through the ‘change’. Some took lovers and some even divorced but you just kept loving me and caring for me like you have ever since the day we met. I’m giving you this as my way of showing you my gratitude and love. I would prefer not to know the details of your get togethers, just please let me know when you’re meeting them and an approximate time you will be home, alright?”
That evening I was sitting in my den at my computer, my wife in the front room watching Hulu, as I made a list of the positives and negatives of each lady. Each had their desirable factors but far and wide, CeCe stood out to me as my best choice. She wasn’t the best in facial features nor of body but there was just something about her that drove me crazy. I started punching in her number but quit before reaching the last few digits and slammed down the phone. ‘No,’ I told myself, ‘Hell, I have children older than her’ I thought to myself then my mind filled of her beautiful puffy nipples and how much I desired to see them, to touch them, to suckle them and I picked up the phone again. My hand trembled but I managed to dial all the numbers this time.
“Hello, this is CeCe. You know what do to. I’ll call you when I can. Bye for now.” Her message said.
Trying to relax, I said slowly, as to not sound too excited, “CeCe, I’m very sorry I missed you. This is Michael. We talked this morning as I was just about to leave Costco. You can either text or call me back at (XXX) XXX-XXXX when you get the chance.”
It wasn’t five minutes later when my cell phone rang with CeCe’s number. “Hello Beautiful,” I answered. After a long silence, I said, “CeCe, are you there?”
Finally she answered, “Michael, I’m not sure how we should proceed. This is all new to me. Honestly, no man has ever made me feel the way you have. I mean . . . umm . . . God, I don’t know.”
“CeCe,” I said, “when is your next day off?”
She hesitated a bit then said, “I have Wednesdays and Fridays off, why?” Wednesday was the day after tomorrow.
I asked, “Is there a good place we can meet for breakfast on Wednesday?” CeCe said there was a good little waffle house not too far from her place and gave me the directions and said to meet her at 9:00. I said I’d be there.
Wednesday morning, I told my wife I was going to have breakfast with a friend and she didn’t ask who. She just gave me a kiss and a big hug though I did think I could tell she was thinking I was meeting one of the ladies. I wasn’t getting her regular smile. I stopped at the florist and picked up three yellow roses in a crystal vase.
When I stepped into the restaurant, I didn’t see CeCe. When the hostess asked if I was waiting for someone I said that I was and she asked, “CeCe?” I nodded and she said, “Follow me sir,” leading me into the back room where the only one seated there was CeCe, as beautiful as I remembered her. She was wearing a peasant blouse with a pair of grey tweed capris and 2″ pumps, her hair still in the same ponytail as when I first saw her. A mauve sweater lay behind her in the booth.
When CeCe saw the flowers she broke into a smile from ear to ear and gave me a big hug as I slid into the booth next to her saying, “Michael, you really didn’t have to.”
CeCe was turning the vase around to look at the flowers and I put my hand on hers and said, “Precious lady, I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to give you something almost as beautiful as you are, in appreciation for meeting me today.”
CeCe blushed and said, “You still think I’m beautiful?”
I picked up her hand and kissed the back of it and said, “My lovely girl, I know you are. We just have to convince you of it.” When the waitress came over, they talked a bit. It turns out that CeCe used to work there before she got the job at Costco. She ordered ham and eggs with a short stack. I ordered French toast with bacon and we both had coffee. I’m glad they didn’t charge by the hour because they were serving lunch by the time we walked out of there. We had covered a lot of information but yet barely scratched the surface.
As we stepped outside, CeCe reached over and took my hand and asked, “Michael, would you care to follow me home? Maybe another coffee or . . .?”
I smiled and said, “Honestly, I’m coffee’d out but I’d be glad to follow you home and have some ice water or a soft drink and we can talk some more.” I watched as she skipped over to her Honda and I got in my car and followed her to her duplex.
Once inside, I could tell she was quite nervous and I stepped up to her and held her by her waist and said. “Relax my sweet wonderful lady. We’re just going to talk. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
CeCe looked deep into my eyes and I could feel the passion building within her and she hesitated then said, “Michael, what if I want to do more than talk?” Then she placed her hand behind my head and pulled it to hers, our lips crushed together as her tongue darted into my mouth. I didn’t think I was ready for things to move this fast but her free hand was unzipping my pants. Her breasts were pressing tightly to my chest and I found my hand caressing her ass while the other caressed her lovely face. She was stroking me and I was pleasantly surprised at the fact that I was nice and hard.
Not breaking our kiss, CeCe began unbuttoning my shirt and when undone, she worked at getting my pants off. I kicked off my shoes and pants and pulled up her blouse and bra to her neck. Breaking our tongue duel, she threw her blouse and bra towards the chair and pushed her pants and panties down and kicked them away, pulling me towards the couch. She pushed me onto the couch and straddled me, my hands caressing every inch of her lovely body as I smothered her in kisses, my cock nestled in her crotch, not entering her, just rubbing across her dripping slit.
She was rubbing herself across me with abandon and as I nibbled on her neck I said, “Dearest girl, I haven’t had sex since Obama was re-elected and your actions are going to make me explode across your carpet any second now. Is that how you want to make me cum the first time?”
CeCe leaned back with this wicked grin and raised up, guiding my shaft into her silken tightness and said, “We wouldn’t want all that good stuff to go to waste, now would we?” and she began to rock herself into a wonderous orgasm which brought upon mine, which I might add was so magnificent that I lost consciousness for a while. The next thing I remember, we were laying prone on the couch, CeCe on top of me, gently circling my nipple with her tongue and my body quivering in post-orgasmic bliss.
I pulled CeCe up to my mouth and kissed her so passionately I felt like I was 20 something again. I turned us over to where I was on top and began kissing her face, her neck, her breasts and worked my way down to her lovely trimmed pussy. She placed her hand over her slit and said, “Let me go wash first,” but I pushed her hand away and dove my tongue into her slit. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and licked from her little puckered rosebud then deep into her slit, and up to her clit where I made little circles around it as CeCe pushed her heels into the small of my back to increase the pressure on her clit. She was building and making these little moaning sounds that were getting louder and louder while her hands were digging into my scalp.
“O…O…O…H…H…H F…F…F…U…U…U…C…C…C…K…K…K Y…E…S…! CeCe screamed out as she arched her butt off the couch, sending a torrent of her female cum into my mouth where I drank up it’s deliciousness. I stopped my circling but just kept up a gentle pressure on her slit with my mouth as my hands played with her nipples. Her legs and stomach quivered and she seemed to be having trouble finding the words to tell me what she wanted.
I slowly raised my head and there was a good twelve inch wet spot under CeCe’s crotch and my face was soaked. She looked at me and said, “God damn, what the fuck was that?”
I smiled and said, “That my dear was the start of an orgasm.”
CeCe’s eyes went big then she said, “What do you mean start?”
I had realized that I was about three quarters hard again and I grabbed CeCe’s ankles and pushed them up to her head and guided my shaft into her soaked slit, easing my way into her still tight little pussy.
“Oh my God,” CeCe almost shouted, “I think I’m going to cum again.” And with another few strokes she was calling out to God Almighty and cursing like a sailor as I pumped her to orgasm after orgasm. Having already shot a massive load, I was good for a while. We had worked up quite a sweat when CeCe eventually said, “Ok, Michael. I give. I think it’s time we take a shower. Don’t you?”
Lathering up this nubile young lady was quite the treat. I was thoroughly enjoying myself until we got out and began to dry ourselves off and I happened to look at the clock on CeCe’s nightstand. It read, 4:30. CeCe looked more beautiful than ever and I found myself having difficulty getting dressed to head home but knew I was going to be in trouble. Breakfast never took all day and I was going to have some explaining to do. We kissed at her doorway and I headed home, trying to figure out what I was going to say to my wife when I got there.
I walked out of CeCe’s duplex definitely a changed men. I felt invigorated, it was a beautiful day. What a perfect way to end a perfect day. I really had wanted to go and visit with CeCe for a short talk. I wasn’t planning on this turning into an all-day affair. An affair? Oh God. Not an affair. Vickie had given me a hallpass so it really wasn’t an affair, was it.
Shit, shit, shit. Why was my mind wrestling with itself? I loved my wife and had pledged my faithfulness to her and failed. Yes I know Vickie had given me permission but weren’t those just jokes? Surely she didn’t mean them and when I came home and told her about it was she going to visit a solicitor and file divorce charges against me.
The sudden buzzing coming out of my jacket on the passenger seat scared the daylights out of me, since my mind had been delving into possible scenarios about the unfolding events in Vickie’s and my marriage. Tentatively picking up my phone, I saw 10 missed phone calls from my wife and easily three times as many texts.
Quickly hitting redial, I heard my sweet angel’s voice say, “Oh, Michael, I’ve been so worried about you. You’ve not answered my calls this day and my head went to thinking about the bad things that could be happening to you.”
“Vickie my love. I am so very sorry to put you in such a state, dearest. While at breakfast, I turned the ringer off and threw my phone in my jacket pocket. It had warmed up when we went to retrieve our cars and I had taken my jacket off and thrown it over the passenger seat. It wasn’t until just now when I was heading home that I noticed it. Is there something that you needed? Is everything alright dear?” I was trying to act normal because I could hear the nervousness in my wife’s voice.
“Oh, nothing too major, Michael. I’m making tacos for dinner and I was hoping you could stop by the store and pick up some shredded cheddar cheese, sour cream and salsa to go with the tacos, if you’d like, you could even pick up some guacamole, chips and anything else you’d like. Don’t be too late. You know you don’t like cold tacos.” Vickie said though never a word asking where I had been all day.
After picking up the aforementioned items plus a six pack of Pacifico beer, I headed home. As I carried the bags into the kitchen, Vickie wrapped me in her arms tightly and clung to me almost like a leech making me feel guiltier than I already did. She didn’t say anything, but she knew I had been with one of them. She didn’t accuse me of anything or ask any questions, but I could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at me, always with a smile but nearly at the point of tears.
We went to bed that night as usual, after the late news and to my surprise, instead of putting on her C-pap, she snuggled up next to me, placing her head on my chest in the crook of my armpit and her hand softly caressed my face. I gently took her hand and kissed it, then I stuck one of her fingers in my mouth and sucked on it, then a second one. As I sucked on her fingers, my tongue played with them in my mouth, then I wiggled my tongue in between the two fingers, separating them like they were her thighs and she looked up at me and smiled saying, “Damn, you’re a horny old goat.”
I kissed her, smiled and asked, “Could I give it a try?”
My wife let out a big sigh and said, “No . . . I’d have to douche and wash up and besides I’m not sure I could cum anyway. If you want to see if you can cum I’ll let you but I . . . ” I stopped her tight there.
“Vickie, I love you and a big part of making love to you is pleasuring you, not just my pleasure. I really find it difficult to enjoy sex if you’re not enjoying it. Does that make any sense?” I said.
A tear trickled down her cheek and she tried to turn away from me but I held her in place, kissing the tear away. “I love you,” I said, “and always will. Besides, I’m too old to try to train a new wife.” She playfully slugged me then kissed me before turning over and putting on her C-pap and turning out the light.
Like most mornings, I get up with the Rocky(D) and let my wife sleep, put on coffee and read my emails. When she gets up, I will fix us cereal or soft boiled eggs then get dressed and work around the yard or out in my shop. Today I was in the shop, working on the lawnmower when my cell phone notified me of an incoming text. It was from CeCe. The first thing I did was to check and see if my wife was anywhere close.
Taking a couple of steps towards the house, I could see my wife sitting in front of her big TV so I went back into my shop. I read CeCe’s text, It read, ‘Michael, I feel more alive than I have in years. You have changed me and I like what I see and the way I feel. Michael, would you please have breakfast with me tomorrow. I really do make a killer omelet you know. What kind would you like? I can do ham, bacon, cheese, fried onion, you name it. Ok?’ I sent back a grinning devil imogee. CeCe texted back ‘What?’
‘Well, my precious beauty, I just happened to think of what I really wanted to eat,’ I replied, ‘and that’s your lovely little pussy as a start.’ I just couldn’t help myself.
‘Mmmmmmm,’ came across the screen, then ‘and would you let me reciprocate if I wanted?’
I typed back, ‘I definitely wouldn’t object to that as long as it’s something you really want to do.’
CeCe’s reply came back, ‘I’ve never been that good at it but maybe with practice and your guidance I might improve.’
I sent her a big smiley face and replied, “I’m sure you’ll get an A+ just for trying.”
Her reply caught me off guard, it read: ‘Michael, I want you to tell me the truth. I’ve been told I’m no good at it and I don’t want to frustrate you. Will you help me learn to pleasure you in ‘that’ way? Can you be here by 10:00 for brunch tomorrow?’
I shot back, ‘Sweetness, I believe so but let me check first. I’ll sent you a message shortly. I just need to make sure my wife knows this time. I don’t want her to worry or have to lie to her. If she tells me it’s ok with her, you can bet your bottom dollar I’ll be there by 10:00 if not sooner, but if not, well we’ll have to accept it. Hugs and kisses, Michael.’ CeCe sent back a bunch of kisses and hearts. Then she sent me her email address, CCBryant@Gmail.com.
I washed my hands and walked into the house, there I asked Vickie if she’d like to go out to lunch with me. I think it took her buy surprise as that’s something we hadn’t done in a long time.
“Let me go get cleaned up and put on some decent clothes first,” my wife said as she hopped up and headed to our bedroom. I followed her into our room and watched as she undressed and turned on the heater in our bathroom then turned on the water in the shower. I quickly followed suit and as she climbed in, I was right behind her. I grabbed her shampoo and began washing her hair. Pressing her back to me and rubbing her butt against my crotch she said, “Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve done this Michael?”
“Too long,” I said, then realizing she’d removed her hearing aids to shower I turned her to face me and repeated myself a little louder, “Much too long, my love,” and I kissed her deeply as I moved our heads under the spray of the showerhead. It was fun washing each other off in the shower again. I was hoping we might even get to play a little before lunch but as soon as she was dried off, she began to get dressed. My wife had pulled on her panties and pants and saw me standing there with my erection in my hand and shook her head. She pulled on her bra then her blouse. I got dressed and drove us to Panera Bread.
We had a nice lunch, though we just spoke about things in general. It wasn’t until we were almost home when my wife took my hand and said, “What’s up, Michael? Is there something you need to tell me?” I guess after fifty years she knew me all too well. I continued to hold her hand until we pulled up to our house and shut off the car. I turned to my lovely wife and said, “CeCe sent me an invitation for brunch tomorrow and I wanted to ask your permission before I accepted. Do you still think you can share me with another woman?”
Vickie squeezed my hand tightly, her eyes closed for a bit then she looked at me and gave me a smile and leaned over and kissed my cheek then said, “Michael, I meant what I said. As long as it’s just sex I think I’ll be ok with it. I know how much you want it but it’s just not in the cards for me anymore.”
As we walked into the house I asked, “How about if I went down on you or used the magic wand on you? You seemed to like it when I did it the last time, didn’t you?”
She stopped and looked at me and said, “And how long ago was that?”
I thought then realized it was quite a while ago and said, “About six months ago, wasn’t it?”
My wife shook her head and said, “No Michael, it was over nine. But to tell you the truth, I didn’t really orgasm. I faked it for you. I knew you wanted to make me feel good. My body just doesn’t work like it used to. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.” We held each other until our Rocky(D) interrupted us, wanting to be let out. Vickie went to use the bathroom and I sent CeCe a text that we were good for tomorrow and after changing into work clothes, I went back to working on my mower.
My wife sent me a text telling me dinner was ready so I washed up and headed in after locking up the shop. After dinner, I helped with cleaning the kitchen and my wife went to watch her big screen TV and I went to my computer. I opened my email and sent CeCe an email, just to see how she was doing? I told her about asking my wife out to lunch and our showering and how turned on I had gotten with her only to get shut down again. I told her everything about our conversation when we got home, pouring my soul out to her in that email before I realized it was quite long. I then told her how much I was looking forward to our getting together and how fortunate I was to have met such a beautiful, sexy girl like her. Then I hit send.
I was going through my other emails when I got a return from CeCe. I anxiously opened it. I was worried I had opened myself up to much to her but imagine the grin I had when the first thing I saw upon opening it was a selfie of CeCe, naked in her full length mirror, which was apparently in her bedroom. The next shot was a close up of her spreading her pussy lips open for me with the caption, ‘wish you were here.’ I could feel the precum leaking and my shaft stiffening and there were several more pictures yet to come. There were a couple of her fingering her clit and dipping two fingers into her wet slit. The last was a video of her orgasming and I had to turn the volume way down and wished I had a set of earphones. God I wanted to jack off to that video so bad but I knew that I needed to save it for CeCe.
Hoping my wife wouldn’t catch me, I took out my phone and pulling out my engorged cock, wet with precum, I took a picture then sent it to CeCe with a note saying, ‘Two can tease.’ Quickly she texted back, ‘God I want you! I wish you were here now.’ I made sure to delete those texts and the picture from my phone. By then it was bedtime and my wife and I performed our usual bedtime rituals before crawling under the covers, holding hands like we usually did as we fell asleep.
I woke up about 2:15, having to pee. When I returned to bed, I had trouble going back to sleep. I kept thinking about what was going to happen in a few hours and was worried about my performance. After all, I was thirty years older than this lovely young woman. My mind going over today’s possibilities had gotten me so hard that my shaft wouldn’t stay in my pajamas. I’m not sure how long I lay there before I was eventually able to fall back to sleep, only to have our Rocky(D) wake me up, needing to go outside.
After letting the Rocky(D) out and putting on the coffee, I opened my computer and there was another email from CeCe. When I opened it, she had sent me a rather long letter. It began:
Dearest Michael, there are some things that I think you should know about me that I can say easier this way than face to face. I never felt like I was beautiful until I met you. I always thought of myself as plain or even ugly. Guys wanted me for my body and I’d let them, just to have some attention. I got pregnant right after I turned eighteen and my father kicked me out of the house.
When I told the baby’s father he told me that it was my problem and not his. I told my older brother who he was and my brother and his friend threatened him if he didn’t make an honest woman out of me. He allowed me to move in with him but within the first month, he came home drunk and beat me so badly I ended up in the ER. The cops arrested him and I pressed charges. I also knew I couldn’t keep the baby on my own and I have a 23 year old son out there somewhere.
Afterwards, I bounced from boyfriend to boyfriend until about seven years ago then decided it wasn’t worth it. I wasn’t worth it. Then you came into my life. Michael, you don’t know how much you mean to me. I know how much you love your wife and she loves you but I value our friendship and our time together. Michael, I want you to know that I have never orgasmed as hard as I have with you. Please don’t take this the wrong way but I think I’m developing feelings for you. Feelings I’ve never had for another man. When we see each other we need to talk and see if we can figure this out.
I love you, CeCe.
I read the letter three times before I hid it at the end of a file I used for spare parts. By then my wife was awake and I made us oatmeal and toast. She didn’t want coffee this morning, she wanted tea so I fixed her some. I was a bundle of nerves and went in to get ready. I shaved then shaved again. I wanted to be especially smooth for CeCe. Then I had a thought and dug through the back of my dresser drawer and found the bottle of Cialis. I really hadn’t needed it around CeCe but I thought I might use it just in case. As I was finishing up dressing, my wife came into the bedroom and sat on the bed, watching me.
After a bit she asked, “Are you going to be ok with this arrangement hon?” I think she could tell I was nervous about something.
I sat on the bed next to her and said, “It’s you I’m worried about my love. You know I’d never want you hurt. You mean the world to me, more than me getting a little from some other woman.”
My wife kissed me and said, “I’ll be fine dear. It’s you I’m worried about. I don’t want you to lead with your heart. It’s way too big and you care too much at times. Just be careful, ok?”
I kissed her back then headed over to CeCe’s. When she opened the door, she was hiding behind it and the smells that came out made my mouth water. It was a combination of fried bacon, onions and CeCe’s perfume. CeCe closed the door behind me then jumped up planting a lip lock on me as her arms wrapped around my neck. She was only wearing her apron and some heeled slippers. Guess the Cialis wasn’t going to be needed.
Somehow we managed to get the things on the stove turned off as she undressed me, pulling me into her bedroom where I kissed my way down to find her freshly shaved pussy. She was soaked, and I licked her juices from her inner thighs up to her slit before I placed her legs over my shoulders and my hands under her lovely globes and dug my tongue deep into her pussy, hungrily sucking up every bit of her juices. CeCe rewarded me with a gush of her woman’s cum and I savored every drop then moved up to suckle her clit as I dipped two fingers up to rub her G-spot.
“Oh God, oh fuck, oh yes. Yes, YES!” CeCe cried out as she quivered and shook, trying to push my head away from her clit. I held firm, just letting the flat of my tongue linger over her clit as I tried to hum. It took her a few minutes to compose herself then she pushed herself up on her elbows and asked, “Now may I have my turn with you?” I smiled and moved up next to her, wiping her juices off with the towel she had put under her just before I had started going down on her. CeCe wasn’t really happy at first tasting herself on my mouth and tongue but when we broke, she began kissing her way down my body.
CeCe kissed around the base of my shaft as she fondled my balls. Then she began taking long licks from the base of my hardness up just under the crown of my cock. Each time she’d brush the edge, I’d shiver in anticipation but she kept teasing me. The precum was now dripping off the head of my cock and CeCe’s tongue circled my helmet, licking it all off. Planting a kiss on the head, she looked up at me and asked, “Am I doing ok so far?”
Brushing the hair out of her eyes, I said, “My love, whoever told you that you were no good at this was either a complete idiot or brain dead.” CeCe giggled and took half my cock down her throat. I just about came. She began to bob up and down on my shaft and I tried to slow her down but she wasn’t having any of it. She was on a mission and I relaxed and went with the flow. The tingling started at my toes and the top of my head and when they met, my explosive orgasm sent my hot sticky seed deep into her sucking mouth. CeCe kept sucking until I was too sensitive and it began to tickle.
I pulled her up to me and kissed her opened mouth, our tongues sharing my seed as I caressed her body. I was a trembling, quivering mess and said, “My God, CeCe, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.”
She blushed then said, “Really? Are you serious? I was hoping you’d like it. I spent a long time watching videos last night, hoping to get some ideas on what you might like.”
I smiled and said, “Whoever you watched, was an excellent teacher my dear. If I could find out who it was, I’d send them a note of appreciation.” CeCe giggled as I pulled up the covers and we took a nap, leaving our breakfast for later.
I awoke at almost noon to the sound of CeCe in her shower. I climbed in with her and reached for the body wash and began to scrub her back. Her moans let me know she liked what I was doing as I had a washcloth on one hand and gently used the nails on my other on her back.
CeCe turned around, apparently her back was done and she wanted to wash me, especially my equipment as I washed her breasts and sex. We were interrupted when the hot water ran out and we had to quickly rinse off with cold water and dry off, jumping back under the covers to cuddle and warm up. We were making out like kids. I couldn’t believe my luck.
Once she was warmed up, CeCe popped out of bed and put her apron and slippers back on and said, “Wait here Michael, I’ll fix us breakfast, well I guess it will be lunch now. Your going to need your energy as I’m going to need more of you before you leave, understand?” Who was I to argue with such a vision of loveliness?
I heard music playing and smells began to fill the room then CeCe brought in a Mimosa for me. As I took a sip, I watched her leave the room, her cute butt just below the bow of the apron and decided to follow her out. In the front room, I found my clothes and was about to put them on when CeCe saw me and gave me a frown. I held up my underwear and she nodded so I slipped them on and sat at the table and watched her finish our lunch.
CeCe wasn’t kidding, she was an excellent cook and removing her apron before sitting down made our meal all that more enjoyable. I couldn’t believe this 73 year old cock of mine was hard again. I decided I had eaten enough and stood up and walked over to her. CeCe reached over to my hardness and smiled up at me. I took her hand and led her over to the couch, only this time I bent her over the back of the couch and took her from behind.
Oh fuck her pussy felt good. I thought Wednesday she felt good but today was something else. I was pounding into her, not for my pleasure but for hers. I tried to change angles to see which could draw out the best moans or shouts from her. I was enjoying finding out what she liked. I was in no hurry to orgasm and was intent on making this about her pleasure.
After a rather big orgasm, I pulled out and moved us to the other side of the couch where I laid down and pulled her on top of me. CeCe quickly straddled me and guided me into her soaked tightness. As she rocked on top of me, I played with her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger while she drenched my cock and balls. I thought to myself that I was going to have to pay to have her couch cleaned. I chuckled at the thought and CeCe asked, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing’s funny, my love, I’m just deliriously happy, that’s all.” She bend down and kissed me and we stayed in that position, just resting there with my cock embedded in her pussy. I could feel her heartbeat through my shaft. Then CeCe began to rock and moan as she rubbed her clit against my pubic mound. As her orgasm built, I could feel mine building along with hers. She raised up and began to shout, then curse as we both began to climax together. I think I surprised her as my shouts were probably loud enough to alert the neighbors.
We lay there together, a sweaty, pleasured mass. As good as this felt, I was worried. Was this going to be just sex or something more? I agonized that we were developing strong feelings for each other even though it was only our second time together.
CeCe kissed my forehead saying, “I think we need another shower, don’t you?” I smiled as she pulled me up and we headed into her bathroom again. This time when we were finished, we dressed and afterwards we talked. We shared that we both cared a lot for each other but agreed that we’d still take it slow, making plans to probably meet next Wednesday.
When I got home, it was just after 3:30 and my wife gave me a kiss then said, “How come you’re home so early today? Did she tire of you already?”
Being the smartass I am I said, “No my dear, I wore the poor thing out.” Then smugly walked out to my shop wondering where this was all heading.
I was out in my shop, not really able to concentrate on one particular project and was starting on one thing then going to another. My mind was filled with the day I had just spent with CeCe. My cock twitched as I thought of our last orgasm together on her couch. Remembering the feeling as my sperm gushed deep into CeCe’s pussy. Wait, sperm! Pussy? Shit, I had never asked CeCe about birth control and whether or not she was on the pill. We hadn’t used any protection as I hadn’t worried about it since my wife went through menopause over 20 years ago. Just then I received a text from CeCe.
Opening my phone I read her message. ‘Michael’, it read, ‘I really loved our breakfast and I really savored the feeling of you cumming in my mouth. That was so erotic and tasty {heh heh}. I’m looking forward our next meeting and I can only hope you feel the same way.’
Making sure my wife was still in the house, I called CeCe.
“Hello Michael, I was hoping you’d call. I was thinking of sending you another video of me. Would you like that? I just watched the video I sent you for the first time and realized how sexy it was to watch myself cumming. Did you like that video?”
“CeCe, yes, I would love another video of your beautiful body orgasming. I was afraid that my wife might find the first one and deleted all the pictures you sent me including that video. I wish I had sent them to my computer. CeCe, I have a serious question, are you on birth control?”
“Now’s a fine time to worry about that Michael, after you have pumped several big loads of cum deep in my pussy. Isn’t it?”
“CeCe, you still didn’t answer my question and I was wondering if I should bring condoms to our next meeting?”
“That’s sweet of you to worry but there’s no need for concern. My son’s father told me that I was not pretty or cute enough to have a baby with and he said that we’d probably have one ugly kid. I was so devastated by him telling that to me, that I asked the woman obstetrician that delivered my baby to tie my tubes when he was born. I told her I never wanted another child. Michael, being with you has made me regret that decision and honestly, I wouldn’t mind having your child. I’ve been thinking about having the procedure reversed. How would you feel about it? Would you consider being my baby’s father?
I almost dropped the phone. I couldn’t talk. My mind was racing. Was CeCe serious? I had great-grandkids. I couldn’t be a father at my age.
“Yoo hoo, Michael. Are you still there?”
I managed a grunt, more of a cough really as my mouth had suddenly gone dry.
“I’m sorry Michael, I didn’t mean to frighten you. You’re just so kind, loving and tender that I thought I would like something to remember you by for the rest of my life.”
“Well, a baby would certainly do that!” I managed to get out. “How about we talk about this later when we see where we’re headed, ok?” I was thinking more along the lines of a puppy, not a child.
“Ok,” CeCe gleefully said, “Now back to the video, would you like me to send this one back to you and make you a new one tonight?”
Trying to compose myself after my near heart attack, I said, “Sweetthing, I would love any videos of your loveliness. Especially ones where you are orgasming. You have no idea how good it makes me feel to be able to get you to orgasm. I have really missed that in the past few years. I hope you can realize what a gift you are to me and how much I do appreciate you. You are a very beautiful, sexy woman that any man worth his salt should worship until his dying day.”
“Ok, Michael,” CeCe said, “look for my email. I’ll resend this one and get busy making you a new one. By the way, I’ve been watching some new training videos and have a couple of tricks I want to use on you on Wednesday. I think you’ll like them . . . a lot!”
Just then my wife sent me a text, ‘Dinner’s ready.’ I told CeCe I had to go and to have a good night. Her reply worried me, she said, “Good night my love. I’ll see you in my dreams.” Then she blew me a kiss.
While eating dinner, my wife was talking about our son and his wife. She had been talking about them buying a new house or some such thing but my mind kept going back to CeCe talking about wanting a baby. After dinner, we washed and dried the dishes and after we were finished, Vickie asked, “Dearest, why don’t you get us each a glass of wine? Some Sangria will be fine. I’ll wait for you in the family room.”
I brought out our wines and handed one to my wife. As I turned to leave, my wife said rather forcefully, “Michael, sit!” It was like she was ordering our Rocky(D) but I sat on the couch across from her. She took a rather large sip of her wine and said, “Ok, Michael, spill it.”
“What?” I asked.
My wife sat there looking at me with this half smile. I swear that woman could read my mind and that frightened me. Scooting out towards the end of her recliner to face me, she said, “I know something’s bothering you. I’m your wife, remember? Now would you like to share it with me or do I have to pester you all night long.”
I noticed that my wife’s glass was almost empty so I stood up and said, “Darling, let me refill your glass first.” She downed what was left and held her glass out for me. I refilled it and returned, handing the glass to her first before sitting back down on the couch.
I asked my wife, “Am I that easy to read?” She nodded; her lips pursed. I continued, “I’m sorry if my pensive behavior has caused you suspicion or issues. It was just that today it dawned on me that I didn’t know if CeCe was on birth control and called to ask her if she was.”
My wife glared at me and she said rather loudly, “You just today thought of that? Isn’t that kind of late?”
“Calm down, dear,” I told her, “she’s had her tubes tied. She has had a rough life. She became pregnant at 18 and her father kicked her out of the house. Her brother threatened the baby’s father so he let her move in with him but the asshole came home drunk and beat her so badly she ended up in the hospital. He told her that she was ugly and the baby would be ugly too so she convinced the doctor to tie her tubes when the baby was born. She gave up her son without ever seeing him.”
My wife was shaking her head and said, “That poor girl.”
“Sweetheart, what had me in such a disoriented state was that CeCe said that she was thinking of having the procedure reversed and wanted to know if I would be her baby’s father.”
A spray of wine shot across our carpet as my wife coughed, eyes glaring at me. “What! You’re kidding. Please tell me you’re not thinking of knocking her up, are you?” my wife said, now almost shouting at me.
“I don’t think so,” I said. Apparently that wasn’t the correct answer as she stomped out of the room to return with some paper towels and Shout to clean the carpet. I tried to help but she told me to get away. I could tell she was pissed so I retreated to my den and my computer.
I watched the video that CeCe had resent me then figured I’d better go make amends with my wife. Walking out of the den, I found all the lights in the family room and kitchen were off. Thankfully there were nightlights in the hallway but when I entered our bedroom, Vickie was in bed and appeared to be asleep. I undressed in the dark and somehow managed to find a pair of pajamas. Crawling under the covers, I reached out to try to take her hand but she pulled away, turning her back to me.
After trying to get to sleep for over three hours, I got out of bed and put on my robe and slippers. Our Rocky(D) followed me, thinking it was time to get up so I let him out. When he came back in, I locked the door and went into the den and opened my computer. CeCe had indeed sent me a new video and she had somehow set her phone close to her pussy while she gently drew her fingers over her pubic mound and across her clit and down her slit, slowly drawing her fingers back towards the top. After repeating this several times, she dipped her fingers into her pussy and I heard her moan. Then her left hand appeared and she held her labia open and the fingers of her right began to slide next to her clit. God I wanted to lick the screen.
CeCe’s two fingers slid back and forth, teasing her clit and I watched it extending as her pleasure grew. I could hear her breathing getting heavy and she seemed to be close to orgasming. Then things got out of focus as she arched her butt off the bed and I heard her scream out, “OH GOD Michael, I wish you were here to fuck me. OH FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. OHHHHHHHHH.” I had to imagine because her phone had fallen over and all I was seeing was her leg, shaking and I closed my eyes and just listened. God my cock was hard and I was leaking precum like crazy.
I thought about taking care of my erection myself but looking at the time, 3:15, I figured I’d better try to get some sleep and made my way back to the bedroom. I quickly fell asleep, only to be woken up at 5:30 by Joe, our Rocky(D), who needed to go out. I think he was a little confused as when he came back in, I ushered him back into the bedroom where I crawled into bed and spooned with my wife.
I woke at 9:15 to an empty bed, and an empty house. Vickie had left a note saying she was going over to see her friend Rebecca. I dressed and went out to the shop. It wasn’t until almost 5:00 when my phone rang with my wife’s ringtone. I answered, “Hello my love. How has your day with Rebecca been?”
My wife coldly said, “Call Papa Murphy’s and order what you want. I’ll pick it up on my way home and don’t forget to turn the oven on to 425⁰.” Then hung up. I called in her favorite, Creamy garlic chicken, turned on the oven and poured her a glass of wine, placing it in the freezer. When I heard her pulling into the garage and got out her glass of wine.
She tossed the pizza on the counter and took the glass of wine and headed out to the family room, turning on the TV. I unwrapped the pizza and put it in the oven and fifteen minutes later, I called her in to join me. She hollered back, “I’m not hungry!” I guess I was still in the Rocky(D) house.
By 10:30 I was ready for bed but my wife said she wasn’t sleepy and she’d be to bed later. Since I hadn’t slept much the night before, I figured I’d let her stay up by herself. I missed holding her hand. Several times I reached over to see if she was in bed yet but it was still empty on her side.
At 3:00 I had to pee and after relieving myself, I went out to see where my wife was. The TV was on but the sound was muted. She was curled up in her recliner snoring, a bunch of used tissues had missed the trash can next to her chair. Joe was curled up next to her in the chair and when he saw me, he wanted out. When he came back, I locked the door and went to my wife and let her recliner down, which woke her up.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m taking the love of my life to bed with me,” I told her as I pulled her out of the chair and led her to our bed. She put on her C-pap but at least she held my hand as we fell asleep together. I woke to the smell of bacon cooking. I guess she wasn’t still too mad at me. She made us French toast with bacon. Joe loves bacon and was driving me nuts for some.
After we finishing cleaning up the kitchen, Vickie turned to me and said, “Honey, where are the other numbers?”
“What other numbers?” I asked.
Shaking her head at me she said, “You know, the other two women from Costco, Jackie and what’s her name, Liza?”
“Lissa,” I said, correcting her. “What do you want with those numbers? I asked.
I could see my wife’s lips trembling a bit as she said, “Michael, I think you should give one of them a call. I think you’re getting too attached to CeCe. Maybe getting your ashes hauled by one of those two will get you settled back down.” A tear ran down her cheek and I used my dishcloth to wipe it away.
My wife led me into the family room where we sat side by side on the couch and she took my hand and said, “I told Rebecca about you and CeCe yesterday.” I started to protest but she put her fingers to my lips. “Michael, at first she told me that I should divorce you, then I told her that I had given you my permission. I think that really shocked her. I explained to her how I had no desire for sex any more and hadn’t had for years, then I told her what had happened at Costco. Then I told her about the changes I was seeing in you once you had the chance to play with CeCe.”
I tried to tell my wife that I only loved her but she stopped me before any words could escape my lips saying, “Michael, please let me finish. Rebecca and I commiserated over several bottles of wine and she blurted out, ‘Friend, maybe he should call one of the other two. I think he needs to learn how to fuck.’ You know honey, I think that’s when I realized that you really did need to learn to fuck and maybe one of the other two ladies could help teach you what you needed to know.”
I must have looked like a guppy, my mouth gaping wide but I didn’t know what to say. Trying to get an idea of what my wife was saying, I asked, “And just what do you think we were doing for the first 45 years of our marriage. We sure tore up our share of sheets when we were younger.”
My wife pulled me close to her and pressed her lips to mine, holding herself there for a long, very sensuous kiss. She backed her face away from mine and softly stroked my head then said, “Dearest Michael, in all our married life, you’ve never fucked me, you’ve always made love. Sweet, sweet love but I’m afraid that now you are doing the same thing with CeCe. I know you have needs but you have to learn how to fuck a woman and not make love to them.” She paused then muttered, “Oh, God, am I making any sense?”
I don’t know why but I asked her, “Have you ever wished I had fucked you? Do you think there’d be a difference?”
My lovely wife held me tightly, her head tight to my chest and she said, “You’re going to make me tell you, aren’t you?” Before I could say anything, she continued, “It was when you were working out of state and only coming home every other weekend. Cynthia had just gone off to college and I was going to the gym trying to get rid of those extra pounds I had put on over the holidays. Remember, you teased me that my pants were getting tight.”
“Well I was having trouble and one of the young trainers, Tom, was nice enough to begin to help me occasionally. Then he asked if I would like to get some personal training tips from him. It cost a bit more but I figured you’d appreciate it when you got back home. Tom worked me hard, squats, crunches, leg lifts, weights, sit-ups, the whole nine yards.”
“They had to shut down the gym for a while because the sewer was being worked on by the city and Tom asked if he could come over and work with me here. I didn’t think anything of it and said it would be fine. I was cleaning up the kitchen waiting for him to arrive and when running the garbage disposal, I accidentally dropped a bone into the disposal, jamming it. Just then the doorbell rang and it was Tom, he was early. I let him in and apologized for not being dressed for my workout as I had jammed the darned garbage disposal. He volunteered to take a look at it.”
“I realized that all my cleaning supplies were under the sink and went to move them. I had a robe on, over my work-out bra and panties but what I didn’t realize was my robe had slipped off to one side, exposing my butt and crotch to him while I moved the things out of his way. When he crawled under the sink, I could see this huge bulge in his shorts. I mean it was like an electric flash hit my pussy. His stomach was so flat, his legs were taught, his chest . . . Oh, Michael, I’m so sorry. I dropped my robe and pulled off my bra and panties.”
“Tom asked me if you had any allen wrenches then looked to see me standing there in all my glory. He slid out from under the sink, pulled off his shirt and pulled me to him, kissing me forcefully. I managed to pull down his shorts and jock strap, letting loose that monster he had between his legs. I reached for it and couldn’t even get my hand around it. I had never seen a cock that big or fat in person. Maybe on a porno we watched, but holding it there in our kitchen, him kissing my neck and his one hand on my ass and his other playing with my breast, I wasn’t thinking, I only wanted him to fuck me.”
“He grabbed me and set me up on the kitchen table and placing my legs over his shoulders, he began to eat me. He had the longest tongue and after he got me to orgasm, he pushed my legs higher and stuck his tongue in my ass. I had another orgasm from that. Then he released my legs and aimed his thick cock at my pussy and started to guide it in. It was stretching me and I asked him to go easy but he grabbed my hips and thrust in as deep as he could go. He bottomed out, filling me, stretching me, it was almost painful but it also sparked one of the largest orgasms I think I’d ever had. I know I squirted because when we were finished, the table and kitchen floor needed to be cleaned up.”
“Honey, I know from talking to my girlfriends that you are pretty big, but not as long and not nearly as thick as Tom was. He fucked me through three or four more wonderful orgasms before pulling me up and moving us to our bedroom. He crawled up into the center of our bed and for some reason, I had to taste him. I know I didn’t like giving you head but this was different. I felt I needed to show him he was special to me. I could barely get his head in my mouth and my hands were stroking his thick shaft as my tongue circled his large purple head. I could feel him getting ready to cum and I wanted to feel it inside of me so I straddled him and started rocking furiously. He had ahold of my hips and was moving my body to best pleasure himself. I was soaking his cock and balls, not to mention our bedding and mattress. That’s why we had a new one when you came home that one time.”
“When he came, it was like someone had shoved a Roman candle up my pussy and lit the fuse. Every nerve in my body exploded. I could feel him getting bigger and felt his seed rising in his steel-like shaft. His cum was hot and filled me to overflowing. I laid on top of him as he lay there smiling then said, ‘I think we’d better shower, don’t you?’ As we washed each other off, his cock was again at attention and he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his young hard body. He lowered me, forcing his cock deep into my already sore pussy and bounced me to another mind blowing orgasm. He filled me yet again with a large load. Michael, I’m so sorry?”
I looked down at my wife’s face, tears were on her cheeks, the front of my shirt was wet. I asked, “Was it just that one time?”
Squeezing me tighter, she said, “No, we were lovers for over eight months. Even after you had come home to work.”
Fuck, I thought we had a wonderful sex life and never even considered that my wife had had an affair. I said, “Why did you end it?”
She continued, “Tom had come over while you were up hunting with your friends. We were in the family room and he was fucking me Rocky(D)gy style. He had already had me in the kitchen on our table, where he had me lying face down, my tits pressed against the hard surface and him plowing me to several intense orgasms. Doggy was his favorite. Anyway, I was orgasming and our juices were running down my inner thighs when all of a sudden, Cynthia screamed, ‘MOTHER! What the fuck are you doing?’ I didn’t know she was coming over to do some laundry. She usually calls first. Tom pulled out and sat down and Cynthia stared at his equipment. She began to yell at me and threatened to call your cell. Tom got dressed and left while we argued. Our daughter eventually agreed not to tell you as long as I broke it off with him and promised never to see him again and I never did. I had hoped to hide this from you. Please don’t hate me. I really do love you, with him it was just sex. Hard fucking sex.”
I held her and we stood in quiet contemplation. Telling me she had to use the sandbox, my wife turned and went to the bathroom. I went to my desk and though rather numb, I found the numbers I had stashed at the back of the side drawer. Being Sunday and Lissa had said to call her any weekday, I fingered the card that Jackie had given me. As I thought about the young blond hardbody that had given me her card my eye caught movement, it was my wife standing against the frame of the door to the den. She looked at me and nodded. I took a deep breath and dialed the number on the card.
“Magic Hands Massage,” the bubbly voice on the recorder said, “I’m either on the phone, with a client or it’s after hours. Please leave me a message and don’t forget to leave me your name and return number. I will call you as soon as I become available. Thank you for calling, bye bye.”
Seeing my wife was still watching me, I said into the phone, “Jackie, this is Michael Bloom. I’m the one you bumped into at Costco a week or so ago. I was wondering if I might get that massage you promised. When would you be available? Please let me know. My cell phone number is 555-774-2033.”
I told my wife I needed a drink and she said it sounded good to her too. We were just walking into the kitchen when my cell phone rang. It was Jackie. “Michael, I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever call,” she said as my wife leaned in close to listen in to our conversation.
“I’m sorry gorgeous, I was hoping it would work itself out but these pains in the back of my legs keep coming back,” I lied.
Jackie asked, “Michael, where do you live?” I told her and she threw me for a loop when she said, “You know, we don’t live that far apart. I’ve been working out in the yard so give me time to shower and I should be there in about 30 minutes or so. Is that OK?”
I looked at my wife and she nodded. I told Jackie I’d see her soon and hung up. Vickie’s lips trembled a bit then she said, “I’m going to make sure our bedroom and bathroom are ready for you two. Once she gets here, I’ll go visit Rebecca. Ok?”
I sat in front of my computer, thinking of my wife all those years ago. Were there any signs? I didn’t recall any. Could I feel any difference in her pussy? Again I drew a blank. The doorbell ringing and Joe barking broke my thoughts. Shit, was it 30 minutes already?
I sprung to the front door and there stood Jackie. More beautiful and young looking than I remembered. She was wearing a bright blue zippered hoodie hanging open, a grey sports bra and dark blue yoga pants, her pierced navel highlighted in the sunlight. Her hair was still a little wet and pulled back into a pony tail. She was pulling a little handcart with her massage table and accessories. “Come on in,” I said grinning from ear to ear.
Walking into our home, Jackie commented, “Why Michael, you have a lovely home. I love all the fruit trees lining your driveway. Your home is so lovely and spacious. Where would you like our massage to begin?” When I said the master bedroom, Jackie gave me a wicked grin. God I was getting hard.
As we entered the bedroom, Jackie began to unpack her things, plugging in a heater for her oils then setting up the table. It was then that my wife walked into the room carrying a load of fresh towels. The two women just stood there, looking each other over and I wondered what was going to be the outcome. My wife walked past us and into the bathroom where she placed the towels in the closet then returned.
My wife walked up to Jackie and asked, “Would you like some wine Jackie? Red or white? Sweet or dry?” Jackie told her she liked white, semi-sweet. Turning to me, my wife said, “Michael, get a couple of bottles of that Riesling we got on the coast last summer and put them on ice. Oh, and don’t forget the glasses. Take your time, Jackie and I need to talk.” I don’t know who was more nervous, me or Jackie.
I went to the bar in the family room and took two bottles out of the cooler. After uncorking one, I then got a wine bucket and placed the bottles in it and covered them with ice. Grabbing three glasses, I returned to our bedroom, only to find it empty but the door to our bathroom was closed. It was nearly ten minutes of wondering about their conversation before the door opened and the two laughing women exited the bathroom.
My wife saw that I had brought three glasses and kissed my cheek saying, “Thanks anyway Michael, but I’m going over to Rebecca’s until you two are done. Give me a call so I know it’s safe to come home. I love you. Have fun.” With that she turned and walked out, closing our bedroom door behind her.
Jackie walked over to me and ran her fingers down my chest and said, “It’s going to be difficult to give you a massage with these clothes on.” So I undressed except for my boxer briefs. She looked at me then said, “Everything, mister,” as she patted her massage table. My cock was straining against the fabric of my underwear and releasing it, Jackie smiled and patted the table saying, “Lay down on your stomach. I’ll start on your legs and back. Ok?”
With my cock engorged, it was difficult to lay on my stomach but I managed. Jackie had already removed her sweatshirt and as I watched, she slipped her tennis shoes off then pushed her yoga pants down and kicked them under the table. She removed her work-out bra then hooked her thumbs into the elastic of the baby blue lace thong she was wearing. Making sure I was watching, she slowly pushed them down and off of her feet, picking them up to rub the gusset into my face. Jackie’s aroma made me stiffen all the more then she already had. I drifted my hand to her trimmed blond pussy. Her hair was baby fine and about an 1/8″ long.
Taking a bottle of warm oil, Jackie began to massage my legs. She spent a long time on my calves before moving up to my thighs. When she ran her fingers up my inner thighs, I spread my legs wide as the table allowed me but she kept her fingers away from my equipment. Taking more oil, she moved to my shoulders and neck, working my muscles and easing these tired old bones. Moving to my lower back, Jackie then added more warm oil and began to massage my butt cheeks. As she did, her pussy lightly brushed against my palm and I tried to cop a feel but she moved aside.
Jackie shocked me when she began pushing a finger in my ass. I’d never had anyone other than my urologist probing my back side but Jackie found my prostate and began to massage it. I could feel her pushing out the precum out of my cock, making the sheet and my stomach wet. She leaned down, her firm breasts pressing against my back and whispered, “Your wife wants me to teach you how to fuck a woman. She said she owed you and I think I understand. I told her it might take several sessions but that was for my own reasons. She told me that was fine with her. Tell me when you think you’re about to cum. Don’t think of orgasming until I tell you, do you understand?”
She kept massaging my prostate until I felt I was about to explode and I told her so. Jackie removed her finger and told me to roll onto my back. My cock was so fucking hard and precum was leaking off the side of my helmet; I couldn’t wait for release. Hoping she’d massage my cock, she instead she stood above me and started at my face and massaged my sinuses and cheeks, then my neck and ears. She slowly drew her hands down my chest to my pubic mound, her tits pressing on each side of my face. I kissed her chest then moved to take a nipple in my mouth. I sucked one then the other for just a minute or so before Jackie raised up and moved along side of me and began to work my stomach.
Occasionally her arm or hand would brush my aching member but she ignored it, working her way down my legs to my feet. I’d never had my feet massaged before and wondered why, it felt wonderful. Of course, Jackie placing my foot on her hard stomach while she manipulated each one was a cause for more leaking and desire. Finally she began to move her way up my thighs and cupped my balls. Jackie then moved in close and blew cool breaths across the head of my cock. Damn I wanted to grab her head and pull her down onto my aching member.
Jackie then slowly pulled her hands up to my shaft and began to stroke it with one hand while the other began to twist and rub my helmet, occasionally using both hands and rubbing her thumb across the head of my cock. I arched my ass off of the table as I was about to cum when Jackie slapped my cock saying, “I told you to tell me when you were going to cum. You need to learn patience.” Damn I was so close.
Slowly drawing her fingers up my torso, Jackie bent over and thrust her tongue into my mouth, we kissed passionately as I caressed her body. She leaned close to my ear and sexily whispered, “Michael, you’re trying to make love to me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me like you’d use a cheap whore. Can you do that for me? Can you do that for your wife? She’s so afraid of loosing you. Let me help you, please?”
I rolled off of the table and pushed Jackie up against the bed, she buckled when the back of her legs hit the mattress. I picked up her legs and aimed my cock at her little blond pussy, it was dotted with droplets of her desire. I rammed into her with all my might. The way Jackie screamed out, I could tell she was orgasming within the first few thrusts.
Turning her onto her side, I had one of her legs between mine and her other against my chest as I shoved into her again. I was filled with lust, hot animalistic fucking. It felt so good on my cock I never wanted it to end. I began to suck on her toes and that really made her pussy begin contracting. I was getting so close my balls ached then remembering her instructions, I pulled out and pulled her head to my crotch and shoved my cock into her mouth.
Jackie greedily sucked on my cock as her hands went to my ass, driving me deep into her throat. She then stuck her finger back into my rosebud and rubbed my prostate. I told her I was going to cum and she held me tighter to her face. I shot rope after rope of cum into her mouth, she never let a drop spill out. My orgasm had my legs weak and I sat on the bed next to her. Jackie sat up and kissed me, I could taste my cum on her tongue. Pulling away just to look into my eyes, she said, “Michael, that was a good start. Let’s take a shower and see what we can come up with for your next lesson.”
We showered, washing each other thoroughly and afterwards we used the fresh, fluffy towels to dry each other off. We moved to my bed where I pulled back the covers and we lay side by side, I was lightly stroking her lithe body, appreciating every nook and cranny I could reach. As my fingers lightly brushed against her pussy, Jackie grabbed my hand and said, “Michael, you’re trying to make love again.”
Propping herself up on her elbow, Jackie shook her head and said, “What am I going to do with you?” as she began to stroke my half-hard member. When she was satisfied with its firmness, Jackie threw her leg over me and guided my shaft into her snug pussy. It felt like a velvet glove, firmly grabbing my cock and I wanted this feeling to continue on and on. To my enjoyment and hopefully hers, I came again, this time not nearly as strong as before but I did. It was more of a psychological pleasure than a physical one as this was my first fucking I’d ever experienced.
I asked Jackie when we could meet for my next lesson and she grabbed her cell phone to check her appointments and said, “I’m pretty busy this week, I do have some time Tuesday morning. Would you like me to come over here or meet me at my place?”
‘Tuesday morning?’ I thought. ‘Would that give me time to recuperate enough to meet with CeCe on Wednesday?’ “Your place would probably be better. What time Tuesday?” I asked.
“It will have to be early; can you make it before 8:00?” she said then gave me directions. I smiled and said I would. Jackie said, “You’d better call Vickie and tell her we’re almost done.” I picked up my cell phone and called my wife, explaining we were just finishing up and that Jackie would be out of there within 20 minutes or so.
“I’m going to stop at the store, dear,” my wife said, “we’ll talk when I get home. I love you.” I hung up and slipped on some house pants and helped Jackie ready her things to leave. As we put her items in the back of her small SUV, I thanked her.
Jackie placed her hand against the side of my face and said, “I think you’re going to need several more lessons before you’re fully ready. I hope you don’t think I’m like this with every guy I meet. I’m just really turned on my you for some reason. I feel bad charging Vickie for these lessons. I hope you appreciate what a special wife you have.”
Jackie leaned up and kissed my cheek before climbing into her SUV and driving away. What a day this had been. I really needed a drink. Joe and I headed into the house where I poured myself a healthy glass of sour mash over ice and waited for my wife. Was she paying Jackie for servicing me? Or would it be considered tutoring? We really needed to talk.