I moved in to my rented house on a new estate about 5 months ago. You know the sort of place a mixture of terraced, semi detached and detached houses of various sizes all mixed together. My small two bedroomed house was the last in a terrace, by the turning area at the end of the cul de sac. Opposite and at the end, larger detached houses, set a bit further back from the road. In the first week or so I'd only met a couple of my new neighbours and only seen others driving off so didn't recognise the woman who got out of another carriage and I was following from the station on the Friday evening about three weeks later. I noticed her though, a smart knee length pencil skirt, shapely stockinged legs, a lovely arse swaying under the tight skirt, slim waist, fitted blouse, a white bra just visible underneath, carrying a jacket. Dark, almost black shoulder length hair, from behind I thought aged about 35, ten years older than me. A pleasant way to spend a few minutes, strolling about 25 yards behind her thinking I wouldn't mind shagging her. We both turned into the estate, she half glanced back aware that I was following. She stopped to cross the road waiting for cars to pass, then as I got closer turned to look at me. I managed to hide my surprise seeing her face she was probably at least 20 years older than I’d thought, around 55. Don't get me wrong she was still a very attractive women, but the give away lines were there, around her mouth and eyes and neck. Nice body though and actually still looked quite shagable even if she was some thirty years older than me. She smiled and said “I thought you were following me, but you're the chap who's just moved in across from us aren't you?” I assumed she must have seen me and said that I was, apologising if she had thought I was following her. “What are you saying. That I’m not worth following?” We crossed the road as I sort of stammered that she was worth it, digging myself deeper in a hole I realised. “You admit you're a stalker then? Just what we need in the Close. I'll have to keep a close eye on you” I started to deny it, when she laughed, I saw a twinkle in her eye and realised she was winding me up. We'd almost reached our houses, she stopped at the end of her drive and told me her name was Colette. I told her my name. She sort of looked me up and down before asking if I'd like to pop over for drinks. “Come over about eight you can meet Dave my husband and some of our boring friends” rolling her eyes as she said it. I'd nothing else to do after splitting from my gf weeks earlier and it was a chance to meet the neighbours, so just after eight I went over. Dave answered the door, it was a warm evening, and he took me through to the garden where four couples, all in their fifties and Colette were chatting and drinking. I was introduced, given a beer and stood talking to one couple, trying not to stare at Colette. She looked pretty fit, Tight jeans encasing her small bum, a loose backless top, tied at the neck and waist. Whenever she raised her glass to drink, the side fell open revealing a tit and a glimpse of a dark nipple. She appeared to be unaware or perhaps unconcerned that she was flashing her tits, but after the third or fourth time, I was convinced it was deliberate and for my benefit. Each time, just before she raised her glass, I realised she had a quick check to see if anyone else could see. I escaped from the couple, looking at the garden, standing next to pile of gravel, slabs stacked next to it. She came over, chatting about the neighbours, asking about me, if I had a girlfriend and things. She bent to put her glass down, her top fell forward and as she straightened the material somehow slipped between her tits leaving one uncovered. Round and firm, just a nice handful, a gold ring piercing the nipple. I'm sure she knew exactly what had happened, standing with her back to everyone else. I noticed her husband looking over, and with hindsight realise he knew what she was doing. She let me get a good look for about 20 or 30 seconds before saying “Oops “ and covering up. She fetched me another a beer, chatted for awhile, Dave and one of the couples joined us until I made my excuses and left. Nice tits for her age I thought, wondering what all the flashing was about, deciding she was probably getting a thrill doing it. The next morning, Saturday was chore day, washing, tidying the house, followed by the weekly shop. I got back about 2pm, put the shopping away, got myself a beer, and sat flicking through the channels on Sky. I'd been in only about 15 minutes when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Colette, standing there smiling at me, wearing a blue summer dress. The first thing I thought of was her tits, but they were well covered. She came straight to the point and asked if I would mind giving her a hand shifting the pile of gravel and slabs I’d noticed the night before, telling me Dave had been promising to move them but had gone out. I agreed, thinking that's what all the tit flashing was about, softening me up so I'd go over in the hope of a repeat, not that that didn't cross my mind. I went through to the garden, while she fetched some cold drinks. She was about 5 minutes then came out through the conservatory. She'd taken off her dress and was only wearing a bikini top and a pair of shorts. Mind to be honest, she had the body to do it, I think she had better legs than some of the girls I've been out with. Slim waist, and as she got closer, a camel toe, the shorts pulled tight into her crack. I felt my cock begin to harden, I didn't dare stand. She bent, her tits almost falling from her top, handing me my drink, a little smile on her face. She knew exactly the effect she was having. After a minute or so chatting, my prick had softened again and I started work, shifting the slabs while she shovelled gravel into the wheelbarrow. Fuck, it was hard work, not the carrying but every time I turned she seemed to be bent over, her shorts stretched tight over her trim little bum, or her tits practically falling out of her top. A right cock teaser. Despite the effect she was having on my prick, I couldn't get it out of my mind she was older than my mother, best to try and ignore her. It was one of the hottest days of the year so I didn't rush, still I was sweating and took my T shirt off. I could see she was hot too, beads of perspiration, on her face and trickling down between her tits. We'd more or less done, just a couple of slabs for me to move and she said she was going in to freshen up and to help myself to a drink when I'd finished. I followed her in after a couple of minutes, got myself a glass of water, wandering through to the lounge. I noticed a few birthday cards, picking one up, a jokey one, “Happy Birthday Pensioner. Sixty Today” I'd realised she was a mature women but 60!! admittedly a fit looking 60. I jumped when she spoke from behind me, “You've discovered my secret. I've been an OAP since last week” I swung round, dropping the card, she was standing in the doorway, just wearing a very short kimono, loosely tied. When I say loosely tied, the belt was tied but the front was open, her tits uncovered and lower, between her legs a narrow triangle of dark pussy hair, pointing like an arrow at her otherwise smoothly shaved cunt. A ring, similar to her nipple piercings, pierced her clit, her fingers playing with it, pulling it back revealing her pink clitoris sticking out, just above a very wet pussy, large fleshy labia hanging either side of her hole. I took all this in, in a few shocked seconds, probably standing with my mouth hanging open, like the village idiot. My cock was getting stiff as she crossed the room, undoing the tie, slipping the kimono off as she got closer. She was completely naked, her hand reached out and stroked my prick, her other hand around my neck, pulling me closer, her mouth by my ear, “I want you to fuck me” she said huskily, taking my hand and leading me upstairs to the bedroom. She undressed me, rubbing my cock then holding it took me into the shower. She soaped me all over, paying particular attention to my now rock hard prick, standing behind me her hard nipples against my back. I’d recovered, reaching back, rubbing her pussy, then slipping a couple of soapy fingers in her cunt. I could feel her rocking on my fingers, sighing and purring, as she moved her hand from my prick to between her legs rubbing her clit until she came. “That's got me nicely warmed up. Ready to fuck me now?” she giggled. We quickly dried and she dragged me onto the bed. I suddenly remembered Dave and asked when he would be back. Don't worry about him. Just fuck me” she replied, spreading her legs, pulling me on top and guiding my cock into her cunt. Wet, slippery and surprisingly tight, though a lot of that was down to muscle control as I felt her cunt muscles gripping my cock as we fucked. Embarrassingly I only lasted a couple of minutes before I couldn't hold back any longer and shot my load inside her cunt, fortunately I stayed hard for a bit longer and I think she came. We lay on the bed, she had her head on my shoulder while I caressed her tits, playing with her nipples, until she moved slowly down my body, licking and kissing, sucking my nipples, down over my stomach. Her hand cupped my balls, gently squeezing them, as she slid lower taking my prick between her lips, sucking, kissing, nibbling, taking more in her mouth until she'd got me stiff again in record time As soon as she had got me fully erect she knelt on the bed and told me to fuck her from behind. I got behind her, rubbing my prick along her slit, pressing it against her clit, then sliding back parting her pussy lips. At one point I pulled back to far, my cock slipped from her gash and briefly touched her arse hole. She gave a little moan, before saying “I want it in my pussy. My arse is for later” This was getting better and better, all my girlfriends had freaked out at the mere suggestion of anal sex. I entered her from behind, could feel her fingers, brushing against my cock as I fucked her and she frigged her clitoris. This time I took it slow and easy, pulling almost out then sliding back deep inside her, listening to her little moans and gasps, feeling her rubbing her clit faster. She started to cum, telling me to fuck her harder, to cum inside her, breathlessly gasping “Yes! Yes! Yes! OH FUCK YES!” Her pussy spasmed, massaging my cock as I spunked in her cunt. Hell, after that I was knackered and drifted off to sleep. It must have been an hour later, dozing vaguely aware of Colette moving on the bed next to me, quietly sighing now and again. I was laid on my side facing her, I felt her arm move and half opened my eyes to see what she was doing. Obviously I hadn't satisfied her. Laid on her back, one hand on her tit, teasing the nipple, the other, idly stroking her clitoris, pulling the hood back, rubbing the hard little bud, masturbating. She noticed I was awake and watching her. She opened her legs wider, moved her fingers lower and slipped three into her cunt, the palm pressing against her clit as she finger fucked her hole. I'd watched a girlfriend wank once but it had been almost mechanical. Colette was masturbating with abandon, the freedom of a mature woman at ease with her sexual wants and needs, unembarrassed being watched. If anything she was turned on masturbating while I watched, spreading her legs wider, sitting up slightly and sliding all her fingers in her pussy, wanking until she came. If her intention was to get me hard again she succeeded, by the time she climaxed my cock was standing and ready for action. She was still panting when she straddled me, held my prick steady and impaled herself on me. She sat on my cock, moving back and fore, rotating her hips, grinding her cunt against me. I reached up, to fondle her tits, pinching her erect nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb. I noticed faint scars under her tits, explaining why they were so firm and pert. She began moving up and down my cock riding me slowly, rising up and than down as I lifted to push my cock up her. I suppose we'd been fucking for about 10 minutes when I heard the front door close and Dave calling, “Colette. I'm back, where are you?” Oh shit I thought, trying to push her off. She pushed me down and shouted “In the bedroom. Matt's fucking me. Come up and watch” My immediate reaction was What the fuck. I heard Dave coming up the stairs, Colette had her hands on my shoulders, leaning forward above me, pressing me down, my cock half in her pussy. I looked passed her, could see him at the bedroom door from where he could see my cock sliding in his wifes cunt as she sat back up. He looked delighted, telling her not to stop as he sat on the bed to watch. In my initial panic my cock had softened slightly but the realisation that I'd been set up and was part of a game they played, Colette's cunt control gripping my prick I quickly regained a stiffy. In fact having him watch me fuck his wife seemed to get me even harder. He bent sucking her nipples, a hand on her thigh, which was soon on her pussy fingering her clit, frequently touching my prick too. I'd never let another bloke touch my prick but it was OK and after all it was just his fingertips as he frigged Colette. She was bouncing up and down my shaft, well on the way to cumming, when he moved his hand to her back, pushing her down on top of me. I continued, fucking her, as I lost sight of Dave, but it sounded as if he was undressing. He moved behind her, I could see the top of his head, his hands on her bum, spreading her cheeks. I saw his head moving, then Colette gave a quiet moan and shudder as she came, gasping for him to tongue her arse hole. As my prick slid in and out of her pussy, I could feel her moving against his tongue, but more disturbingly, his warm breath on my cock. I tensed, Colette, kept moving slowly on my prick, I thought I felt, Dave's tongue touch my prick and jumped. She raised her head, looking down at me, “Let him suck your cock” I didn't know what to say. Seductively and persuasively she softly spoke again, “Just relax. Shut your eyes. Let Dave suck your prick. Do it for me. I'm sure you'll enjoy it” I don't know why, her soothing voice I suppose and I wanted to please her, and being honest, I had sometimes wondered what it would be like to be sucked off by another bloke so I agreed. Colette rolled off kneeling beside me, Dave between my legs, stroking his erection. She took hold of my cock stroking it, she bent and kissed the tip then straightened, telling Dave suck it. She continued slowly wanking my cock as Dave bent forward, wetting his lips with his tongue. I felt his breath on my cock and shut my eyes tight as he took my prick in his mouth. I felt his lips tighten then him sucking my cock. Colette took my hand, placing it between her legs, whispering to me to finger her cunt, while she rubbed her clitoris. I couldn't resist looking and opened my eyes, Colette to one side, masturbating as she watched Dave suck my cock. Dave his lips clamped around my cock, head moving up and down as he blew me. The whole scene was so horny, I started to move, almost fucking his mouth, enjoying the sensation of being sucked off by another man. I felt my balls tighten, close to cumming and called out to warn him. He sucked harder, his hand on my prick wanking me faster until I exploded, in his mouth. He didn't swallow or spit it out but bent to Colette and kissed her, passing my spunk into her mouth for her to swallow. It was if I'd been forgotten, as they kissed and caressed, touched each other, Colette stroking his cock, Dave fingering her pussy and arse. I shuffled up the bed watching, she bent and sucked his cock for a minute or so, while he pushed a finger in her arse. He pulled her into a kneeling position, moved behind her, slipped his cock in her soaking pussy, moving in and out two or three times. He had his hand on her bum, spreading her cheeks, dribbling saliva on her arse. He withdrew from her cunt, and pressed his slippery cock against her arse hole. She seemed to open and take him with little effort as he slid his cock up her arse and fucked her. With his cock in her arse, her fingers frantically frigging herself she climaxed twice before he unload his spunk right up her arse. He pulled out and got off the bed, heading for the shower. Colette crawled up the bed, gave my cock a squeeze as she kissed me. “I enjoyed that. If you fancy fucking me again come over next Saturday night. I'm having some of my toy boys over for a fuckathon. Right time for a shower. Let yourself out” and with that I was dismissed. If I thought she'd been dirty with me and her husband, the following Saturday she was an absolute Slut. The confidence born of age and experience? Whatever, she knew what she wanted and how to get it and what's more is the best fuck I've ever had.