About four years ago, a couple moved in next to us. They are slightly older than us being in their mid 70s. From the first meet, they were warm and friendly to both my wife and I and often treated us to meals and nights out. Nothing untoward ever happened or was said. Denise, the lady, was always very well dressed and once or twice, I commented on how glamorous she looked. She has a lovely figure and during the lockdown period when we all clapped for the NHS, I noticed that she never ever had a bra on and her nipples were clearly evident. No suggestion was ever made of anything beyond being friendly but I did always make a point of making sure she saw me looking at her and tried to bump into her as often as possible. Recently due to my daughter being ill, my wife went to stay with her in Nottingham for a few days. She took the car and my neighbour saw me and rightly assumed I was alone. That afternoon, Malcolm - her husband, invited me to join them for an evening meal. I readily accepted and armed with a bottle of wine, duly went to theirs. The meal was great and we all relaxed and chatted over numerous glasses of wine. It soon got quite late as the time flew by and we all seemed quite tipsy. I don’t know how it came about but the conversation got on to their meeting each other. Malcolm said he’d been attracted initially by Denise’s bust. Without thinking. I immediately said I noticed how nice they were during the clapping. Malcolm said that they were still fabulous despite her age but sadly they had little effect on him now as he couldn’t get hard anymore. I agreed that it was a pity and asked Denise how she coped. She said it wasn’t really a problem as her libido had shrunk too but she said an occasional bit of fun wouldn’t go amiss. I jokingly said well that’s what good neighbours are for. We all laughed and Denise excused herself and left the room. Malcolm then said to me that he would be very grateful if I could, as he put it, service her. I said that I would be delighted but that my wife must never know. He agreed and then also left the room. A few minutes later he returned and said that Denise would be back soon and as he did, she returned wearing a silk dressing gown. It was obvious that the bra was gone and I commented that I was glad to see them again. They sat together opposite me and the gown soon started to part revealing her ample cleavage. I could also almost see to the top of her legs and Malcolm then told her to top up my wine glass. She stood up and bent over in front of me with the bottle. He tits were literally hanging in front of my face. I reached out and cupped one of them then leaning forward, began to suck the nipple. She put the wine down and knelt in front of me opening her gown and letting it fall to her waist. Both breasts were now in my hands and I was kissing both in turn. She lifted my head and kissed me. My hands wandered and I soon realised that she was naked. Malcolm suggested we should take it upstairs so Denise took my hand and led the way. Once in the bedroom, he was hugging her as I stripped off and then joined them on the bed. Malcolm said I’ll leave you to it and left. Denise was all over me and we were exploring each other’s bodies with hands and tongues. She held my cock and was fondly kissing it and licking it before I slid down and got myself in a position to lick her pussy and suck on her erect clitoris. Please fuck me she said. Now. I pushed my cock slowly into her and she asked me to keep it still in her for a minute before I started pushing in and out rhythmically. Tears were in her eyes as we made love. She very quickly had an amazing orgasm and despite trying to hold back, I similarly soon shot my cum deep in her. We then lay still for ages before I slipped out and an unromantic wet patch was formed on the bed. I think we both fell asleep for quite a while but I was awakened by her sucking my cock and after a short while managing to get me aroused again, she rode me as I watched her tits bouncing in front of me. What a fantastic night!