After a bad breakup with my girlfriend, I decided to move myself and my business out into the country. I found a big old house that needed lots of work before I could move in. The house was at the end of a close that consisted of houses and bungalows. They seemed to have been built in pairs, a house and a bungalow fairly close together and then a bit of land before the next pair. Mine was the very last one before the land became scrub land and in fact the wilds were taking over my garden. My house needed totally gutting and starting again. I had a skip dropped off and started to strip everything from indoors and fill the skip.
It then dawned on me that it would be the done thing to warn the neighbors about the work that would be taking place, especially the noise from the builders. I rang the doorbell and a woman in her mid-thirties opened that door and asked what I wanted. I explained that I had just bought the house next door and was about to have builders in. I was invited in. She seemed happy and pleased that the house was about to be restored and told me that poor old Howard let it run down and then his children argued about what to do with it and it sat empty for nearly six years.
As I told her about my plans for the house, I couldn’t help but look at the swell of her ample breasts. The blouse she was wearing was only secured by a few buttons and it was evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Alma was at least ten years older than my twenty-six years, but obviously took good care of herself. She spoke in a soft well-educated voice but not posh. I had already noticed that she had a very wide smile, and it displayed her pretty face. In our conversation I discovered that she was widowed at a very early age and left the house and financially on a good footing and had no need to work. Eventually I excused myself as I had a lot I wanted to achieve before my builders moved in.
Much later in the day Alma came round with a flask of tea, and I stopped and sat on the stairs drinking tea with her. Again, I couldn’t but notice her breasts as I was several steps higher up the stairs than Alma and was looking directly down her cleavage. I found my cock just beginning to stir, reminding me that it was several weeks since I last had sex. I was glad when Alma went as I really didn’t need the distraction or an unwanted erection.
Later still I finish clearing up and was driving away when I saw a much older man walking up Alma’s drive. At home in bed the vision of Alma’s tits had my cock stirring again and I admit that I did wank myself wondering how nice it would be to be between them.
The next day the builders were on site and the work started just about everywhere. I felt that I was just in the way and decided to tackle some of the garden if it could be called a garden at that time. As I worked in the hot sun, I saw a different man walking up Alma’s drive and entering her house. It seemed strange that he didn’t knock he just let himself in. I concluded it was none of my business. A while later I noticed the man leave.
Eventually it got too hot, and I went into the house to check on progress. There was rubble and mess everywhere. The main builder said things were going well. Then he told me that my neighbor might want to get some curtains as one of his lads spotted the old man fucking her in her bedroom. My house has a view onto, and from what I was told into, Alma’s bedroom and her lounge that were both on my side of her bungalow. I hadn’t noticed but the builder was right you could see straight in as she didn’t have any curtains.
I was just clearing up after the builders had left and finish filling the skip, so it was full when it got replaced the next day, when Alma walked across. She asked how it was going and I told her to take a look for herself. There was rubble in most rooms, and they had removed a wall and there were props holding the ceiling up. Almost all the plaster was also on the floors. As she walked up the stairs I followed her, only to discover she was naked under her floral dress, and I had a good view of her arse and pussy. Needless to say, it resulted in an erection.
As we looked at the mess in the bedrooms, and the fact that there was no longer a bathroom as it had been ripped out, Alma spotted my erection. “Enjoyed the view then,” she joked. I told her that I had. She laughed telling me that she never wore panties. I quizzed never. Her reply, “Well, only in sex play.” I told her it might be a good idea to get some curtains. She responded asking if I didn’t like the view. I told her the builders had watched her with a man in her bedroom. She just laughed.
I didn’t see her for a few more days but I did see several more visitors. The builders again enjoyed watching her getting fucked. I was beginning to wonder if she was making money prostituting herself. It was strange though that a prostitute would allow others to watch. It was now the weekend, and I was again clearing up the builders mess ready for Monday when hopefully the rebuilding works would start along with the extension they were to build.
As I cleared up, I saw Alma through the upstairs window. She was just getting dressed. Besides the nice tits and arse, I could see that she had quite a good figure. She was now dressed, and I continued with taking rubble out to the skip. I had just dropped a load in the skip when Alma’s front door opened and out stepped a man who turned and gave her a kiss on the lips. I immediately recognized him as someone who lived further up the road.
Alma saw me and shook her hand in a gesture and called out to me,” Coffee?” I nodded and shouted yes. She called back and held up ten fingers, “in ten.” I just nodded and went for another pile of rubble. I was pleased for the offer as due to the works there was no water other than that to a downstairs toilet and no electricity. Ten minutes and two loads later I was at her front door ringing the bell.
Alma welcomed me in, telling me there was never any need to ring the doorbell. Over coffee I told her that I had seen her with the neighbor. Alma smiled and said yes Lennie often drops down for a bit of fun. It must have been the way I mentioned the other men that had called that Alma quickly put me straight. “It’s not for money you know. I love sex and all my visitors have needs that they need to take care of. It’s a mutual arrangement, they need sex and I love sex. If you ever have the urge…” she added. I could feel my cock growing, but I needed to get home as I had plans for that evening, and I still had more work I needed to finish. Having thanked Alma for her kind offer and telling her another time I informed her I had some cleaning up to finish and I had plans for that evening. When I got back to the house, I could have kicked myself having turned down a fuck with Alma.
I wasn’t around much the next week as I had my own work that needed doing. When I did turn up late on the Friday afternoon the foreman showed me around and told me what they were doing next. New electrics had been run in and the plumber had started his work. The plasterer had skimmed a few rooms with scratch coats and the footings for the extension dug. I was very surprised and also pleased at the progress.
As we walked around Hank pointed to Alma’s bungalow and said that she had kept them entertained all week with men coming and going. He joked that she wasn’t fussy about age or type and suggested that I should go and have a go with her. I thanked him for the tip. Looking towards Alma’s bungalow I could see her sat on her own watching TV. Once Hank had left, I went over to Alma’s and knocked on her door as I let myself in. She saw me and welcomed me in. I asked if all was well with my builders. She laughed asking were they enjoying the shows my men put on. I told her they had. I also told her that I wouldn’t be around for two full weeks and if there were any problems to give me a call and I gave her my phone number. Alma asked if I wanted to stay, but I had to refuse as I again had plans.
Two weeks later I again met with the foreman. The original house was almost ready for decoration. The extension was up but needed a bit of work on the roof to be finished and the insides to be finished. They had even re-landscaped the area immediately around the extension making the area flat. Hank again talked about Alma saying that she had a particularly busy week. Then he was gone.
I went over to Alma and asked was all well. She seemed particularly happy to see me and made us a cup of tea. As I sat drinking it Alma was sat less than ladylike on the sofa. I could see right up her skirt to her naked pussy. My cock was enjoying the view as he forced himself into the erect position. I asked Alma if she had eaten and when she said no, I suggested that as I was on my own that weekend and perhaps, she might like going out with me for a meal.
Alma snapped up my offer and said she would have to change. I told her I was happy to wait for her to change. Alma was up and even before she got to the door, she had her dress off and I had a great view if her arse gyrating its way out the door. In just five minutes she had returned with a clean fresh dress and just a touch of makeup on. I noticed that she had put tights on and some strappy shoes.
I asked where she fancied as I lived the opposite side of town and didn’t know many places this side yet. Alma told me of somewhere and gave directions to it. We were soon sat in a quiet corner and waiting for our meals. It was fairly secluded and as I sat drinking my shandy one of Alma’s hands dropped into my lap. I felt my cock jump at the touch. Then Alma was stroking my cock slowly but quite deliberately. She could see that I was shocked and giggled at me asking was I shy. I told her no, but I wasn’t used to being sexed up in a place like this in public. The waiter was coming, and Alma took her hand away leaving me with an erection.
During the meal and passing small talk I asked Alma if she had a busy week. I quickly wished I hadn’t asked. “On Monday Ron dropped in, you’ve seen him, he lives the third bungalow up the road. Later Steve came,” She giggled, “several times,” she told me with a mischievous smile on her face. Tuesday Rodney came down. He lives even further up the road. He’s a widower. Wednesday Ron was back for more as he managed to escape from his wife again. Then Bob dropped in followed by Matthew. He’s younger than you, and he’s very good looking. Thursday was a quiet day with just Rodney again. He put on a particularly good show for your builders. Then today Steve was back for more. He struggled knowing he was being watched. But Bob returned and did the business and that got Steve worked up enough to finish what he started. Then you turned up.”
I agreed that she had a busy week. Alma chuckled, “and it’s not finished yet.” Then she asked about my week, and I told her what I could. Later, the meal finished, and drinks drunk, I started to drive Alma home. I had barely pulled away and her hand was back in my lap stroking away at my stiff cock. As I pulled onto her drive Alma asked if I wanted coffee.
Both of us knew that it wasn’t coffee either of us wanted. In moments we were in her bedroom kissing and taking each other’s clothes off. I had my trousers and Y fronts around my ankles as I pulled Alma’s dress over her head and off. Alma was wearing tights, but they were crotchless ones and as before no panties. That left her bra and shoes. I had the bra off next and as I went to kneel, Alma pulled my T shirt over my head and off. Alma squealed as I sank my tongue into her pussy.
I was told I was a bad boy, but at the same time her hands pulled my head tighter to her pussy and she added but very very good as I licked at her pussy concentrating on her clitty. I had Alma’s arse cheeks, one in each hand, and was massaging them. Alma was making Ooohs and Aaahs as I explored her pussy with my tongue. Alma enjoyed several minutes of this before telling me to get on with it and fuck her. I stood and removed my shoes and pants. Alma climbed onto the bed asking what my favorite position was. I told her I like doggy. Alma said it was her favorite too.
Alma moaned and groaned as I ploughed her long and hard from behind. Then Alma’s pussy tightened as she started to come, causing me to also come. As we lay catching our breath, Alma gasped that it was good, and she couldn’t wait for more. I had to agree with her. Twenty-five minutes later I was on top fucking Alma a second time. Afterwards I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.
It was daylight when I woke. I heard someone say, “Oh, hello.” Alma told him to come in. I was surprised to see Ron. Alma was sat up in bed with her tits dangling invitingly and in full view for Ron. This our new neighbor she informed Ron. Ron said he didn’t have long. Alma pulled the bedding back inviting him into the bed. Ron was out of his pants in seconds asking me to excuse him as he climbed in next to Alma and then he was on top grunting away as he fucked Alma. Within seconds of coming, he was back out of bed pulling his trousers back on. He said, “See you later.” Then he was out the bedroom and shutting the front door. Alma and I looked at each other and then we both burst out laughing.
When we stopped laughing, I asked Alma if that was normal. She said that it pretty much was. Whenever Ron could escape his wife his first thought was to come down for a fuck. She added that he had fucked her in front of almost all her other men. She said that all her men were aware of her other lovers. She said that other than Rodney who was a widower and Matthew who has never married all the others have wives. She said there was one more that she hadn’t mentioned last night and that was Joe. He is married to a right old dragon.
The talk of fucking and watching Ron had me hard and I rolled Alma onto her front and straddled her, sinking my cock as deep as I could get in her pussy. It was a bit of a sloppy ride but still very enjoyable. Later after breakfast, Alma promised to come over later with some coffee, as I was going to do some more clearing up.
It was about ten O’clock when I saw another man nearly old enough to be Alma’s father walk down the road and walk straight into Alma’s house. Minutes later I could see him sucking her pussy before fucking Alma on her bed. I just wondered if he knew she had Ron and my cum in her pussy. After he had finished and left, Alma made and brought the coffee she had promised. I asked Alma who he was, and she told me that it was Rodney the widower from further up the road.
She told me that Rodney was her first after her husband died and over the years others heard about her and had joined the band of men that now shared her. I was told that I now made number seven. I wanted to shout out I have a name I’m not a number as in the prisoner. Alma was curious to see how the work had developed. At the top of the stairs, she looked out the window that was one of two that looked into her bungalow. In getting there I had again looked up her dress at her naked pussy and gained another erection.
As she stood there, I had her skirt up and was soon fucking away at her pussy. At first, I couldn’t understand why Alma was asking me to hurry up. Then I see why, a younger lad was cycling down the road towards her bungalow. I could feel Alma flexing her pussy muscles causing me to come in her. She hoisted her dress back down as my cock slipped out, then she was running down the stairs and across the lawn to catch up to the lad that was now in her house.
I was still stood in the window when the young lad was pushed onto his back on her bed, and she straddled his face feeding him a mixture of Ron, Rodney and my cum as well as her own juices from her well used pussy. The lad didn’t seem to mind as he lapped away at her pussy. Then he took Alma from behind as I had. It was a while before the lad dressed and cycled off up the road.
It was about three P.M. when Alma came across with more drinks. Alma giggled, “so now you’ve seen Matthew.” She went on to tell me that he was originally her paperboy. He heard her making love with Ron one summer as she had all the windows wide open. He ended up watching them making love. Alma had seen him watching them and the next time he called round to drop her papers off she dragged him in and treated him to the pleasure of her body. She said that he always dropped around either on a Saturdays or a Sundays.
During the rest of the work before I moved in, I fucked Alma on the Friday nights and often stayed until The Saturday morning. Within two weeks of moving in I had seen all the men that visit Alma, and even met and was introduced to most of them. There seemed no jealousy between any of them. In fact, several of them were good friends. I soon added myself to being friends.
I have lived in my house for eight years now, and even when I was in relationships with other women, I still went to see Alma. I was lucky enough to meet a girl who wanted an open relationship and I told her all about Alma. Her reaction was that Alma was a lucky girl. She knew that I was still seeing Alma while we dated and even met Alma one morning after staying over. They got on just fine to my relief.
My girlfriend eventually became my wife. Many times, have I fucked her whilst watching Alma getting serviced by one of her other men. After our wedding we continued our open relationship and my wife even watched me with Alma. I suggested a threesome with my wife but got a firm no. Our open relationship came to a halt when we wanted kids. Once our three kids came along, I did have to ask Alma to put up some curtains, so the kids cannot see what happens. Especially as we resumed our open relationship, and I wouldn’t want them to see their daddy with Auntie Alma.
That was almost ten years ago and I ma still seeing Alma when I can, and my wife still goes off to see her lovers. There has never been any jealousy between us, and I have the best of both worlds. To the outside word I have a sexy, loving and wonderful wife and then when I can a sexy lover.
