I was wracked with guilt! After more than 40 years of faithful marriage, I had cheated on my wife. She was only away for a few days and I just couldn't resist temptation. It would be easy to say that I had been seduced, but you have to take responsibility for your own actions.
I am Neil, 67 years of age, 5'8” tall average build, married to Diana, same age, 5'4” tall, motherly curves, for 40 years. We have had our ups and downs during that time, but it is (or at least was) a happy marriage. Di went off sex when she went through the menopause, but she subsequently re-discovered her mojo afterwards, and we even had a brief flirtation with swinging about 10 years ago. In the last few years, Di has had some minor health issues which have put her off sex completely.
Di likes to do short city breaks around Europe and she had arranged a 5 day (Thursday to Tuesday) visit to Budapest with one of her friends. She had left me with a good supply of ready meals to see me through that time and, as I play golf, I would not be short of things to do while she was away.
On the Saturday morning after she left, another friend of Di's phoned to invite me round for a meal at her house that evening, she said she was cooking Shepherd's Pie, which is one of my favourite meals. Jill is about 5 years younger than us, widowed some 10 years ago, and lives a couple of streets from us. Di met Jill when they started going to the same fitness class and I would say that Jill needs it even more than Di. She carries a much bigger waistline than my wife, and a large arse which I must confess I have joked to Di I would love to get my hands on. During their occasional coffee mornings, Jill had told my wife that her late husband was a very considerate lover and she did miss him terribly. However, she had a lot of female friends and found it was best not to dwell on the past.
Anyway, the offer of some company on Saturday evening and Shepherd's pie was too much to resist and I accepted. It certainly was a nice meal, and I enjoyed Jill's company whilst we ate it. Afterwards, I insisted I should clear away the dishes and wash up as a 'thank you'.
I was standing at the sink, with Jill standing to my side as we talked, when she stepped behind me and slid her hands around my waist, saying she remembered when her late husband used to do this to her. I turned to face her, my intention was to give her a quick kiss which I thought would end the incident, but I found myself embracing her and kissing her passionately. As our lips parted, Jill said that Dave, her late husband, used to kiss her just like that too.
I was quite warming to the embrace from my wife's voluptuous friend, so I kissed her again, this time running my hands down her back to of her arse. She said that Dave liked to be naughty too, sometimes taking her over the kitchen sink. When I raised my eyebrows to her, she quickly said she thinks she would like to be more comfortable nowadays. I suggested that, if she would like to let me finish the washing up first, maybe we could find somewhere more comfortable.
As you will imagine, it didn't take me too long to finish the dishes, before I joined Jill in the lounge, where we quickly resumed the passionate embrace on the sofa. Whilst I may have been thinking in the kitchen that this should not be happening, I was now happy for it to play out as far as Jill wanted.
I mauled her tits over her jumper, half thinking that she would call a halt to our 'game', but she dropped to the floor in front of me and clearly wanted to get my trousers undone. In no time at all, she had undone my belt, unzipped me and pulled my trousers, complete with underpants down to my knees. My cock may have been soft when she started, but it was certainly showing interest as she sucked me between her soft lips.
I managed to pull her jumper up over her back, and she paused briefly from sucking my cock to allow me to slip it over her head. This allowed me to undo her bra, so I could fondle her tits, a lot smaller than my wife's, but they felt nicely different. I grabbed hold of Jill's shoulders to pull her up from my cock, saying there was a danger if she continued I would make a mess all over her furniture, so she started to undo my shirt. My hairy chest seemed to meet with her approval and she started to tweak my nipples, so I did the same to her, causing us both to sigh repeatedly.
We spent some time gently kissing and fondling each other, with each of us enjoying the moment. I had managed to gain control of my thoughts, and had started to think a little more rationally – this was obviously very nice for both of us, but it wouldn't be cheating if it went no further.
All of a sudden, Jill stood up and hitched up her flowing skirt to reveal the most enormous pair of granny-pants. She stood there for several seconds looking at me, as though she was unsure what she wanted to do next. Then, she slowly slid her pants down, revealing a beautifully shaven pussy. When she moved her feet apart, I realised what she had in mind, but I allowed her to climb onto my lap, and I even helped her line by rampant cock up to her pussy.
As she slid down onto me, Jill sighed deeply and said “oh yes”. I think I would have to admit that she fucked me, but I wasn't about to object, it felt so nice being wanted by this voluptuous woman. It felt so nice reaching up to maul her tits and tweak her nipples, especially as she murmured her approval repeatedly. I pulled her down to suck her nipples, but Jill wanted to remain upright so she could grind her pubic bone against me.
It wasn't too long before I felt the sap rising, and I didn't think I needed to warn her again. Jill obviously saw it coming and she started to plead with me to cum inside her, so the climax was awesome for both of us. Jill fell forwards on top of me as she recovered her breath, and I continued to thrust my cock inside her, mauling her ample arse at the same time.
We lay still for several minutes recovering our breath, our lips meeting in a sloppy kiss several times. When Jill rolled off me onto her back beside me, I could see her pussy leaking cum profusely. The temptation was too much, so I rolled over to her, pushing her knees apart and sliding 2 fingers into her cum-soaked cunt. This obviously hit the spot for her, as she groaned repeatedly.
It felt so erotic, and the moment overcame me …... I bent forward and gave her clit a long lick, quickly followed by plunging my tongue into her pussy, something I had not even done with my wife before. Jill grabbed hold of my head, grinding herself against my face as she had the most enormous orgasm.
Eventually, we calmed down, Jill's pussy no longer leaking cum, but my face absolutely covered in it. She suggested we should both go upstairs to clean up, and we ended up having a shower together. She wanted me to stay the night, but I said it wouldn't do for me to be seen leaving in the morning by her neighbours.
I must have dozed off to sleep, but was woken about 2 am by Jill gently massaging my cock back to life. We had fondled each other for some time, and I had started to give her a back massage which she found blissful, when the sight of Jill's large arse became too much of a temptation. I hoisted her up to a kneeling position, and pulled her cheeks apart to lick her pussy. I should have known she would be soaking wet with her own juices, so proceeded to fuck her doggy style to another orgasm. It felt awesome to cum inside this sexy voluptuous lady yet again. Afterwards, I insisted I should return home before I could be seen by any early-risers (no pun intended).
My guilt feelings only started to kick in when I awoke in my own bed on Sunday morning. I wasn't sure whether I should phone Jill to ensure we had our story straight just in case Di discovered something. In the end, I chickened out and decided to keep my head down. As I said in the beginning, I was wracked with guilt for several days.
On the Tuesday, I collected Di and her friend from the airport, they had had a wonderful time so didn't seem too concerned about what I had been doing. Di went to her fitness class on the Friday, where she would see Jill for the first time since she got back, so I was slightly nervous that something might slip out, but Di was pretty relaxed when she came home, so I was starting to breathe a big sigh of relief.
On the Saturday evening when we went to bed, Di was reading as she usually does, when she asked if I had enjoyed the Shepherd's Pie last weekend. After being lost for words for several seconds, I said it was very nice, one of my favourite meals as she knew. Di then asked if I had enjoyed the dessert too …................ I must have been babbling, not sure what to say …................ then Di said “ don't worry, I'm not upset, slightly miffed that I lost the bet though”. It turned out that my wife had bet Jill £10 that she couldn't seduce me while Di was away.
However, Jill's description of our mutual enjoyment the previous weekend seems to have turned my wife on, as we fucked each other's brains out until well into the night. When we awoke on Sunday morning, Di said that she seems to have got her mojo back, so I could be quite busy in future satisfying 2 lustful grannies.
