The following evening, I went back to my lodgings, wasn’t sure what to expect. Pat wasn’t in when I got there, I wasn’t surprised but it didn’t do anything to calm me, she had sure enjoyed it, but whether in the cold light of the following day she’d still feel the same. I made a coffee and took it into my bedroom and rang my wife. Later I heard the door, Pat was home, she called out for me. Pat then entered my room and she stood in front of the bed I said hi, she looked at me and said after last night is that all you can do or say, as she jumped onto the bed and threw her arms around my neck, we locked lips and kissed deeply for ages, before she let me go. She then told me that after Mark had died, she’d spoken to a number of her friends, some who were older, but all who had experienced their husband’s bereavement. Each one had told her to get on with ‘all’ aspects of life, before she couldn’t, when she asked one what she meant, her friend came straight out and told her if a man showed interest in her she should sleep with him, have no regrets because the opportunities would get less as she got older. I noticed that as she was telling me she had rested her hand on my cock and was rubbing lightly over me. I told her we should continue in the bedroom. I didn’t need a second hint, and eased her top up and over her head, then release her breasts from her bra and chewed on her nipples for some time, she was enjoying it as she kept telling me to nibble harder on them. I pushed my hand down into her leggings and began to make little circles around her slit, as I did I noticed her breath shorten then quicken and I knew that she was coming over and over. I undid my trousers and kicked them off then moved up to level with her head, offering myself to her face, momentarily, she seemed quite unsure of what to do, so I told her to lick and suck it. I watched her stick out her tongue and lick around my helmet, then when she had gotten used to it, she opened up and I slid into her mouth. It might have been her first time sucking a man, she might not have sucked a cock for many a year, but she got on with taking my length well, until I could feel myself starting to boil. I told her that I was going to come, but she just carried on and I soon started to spurt into her mouth. When I’d stopped shooting into her mouth I slid back down the bed and we kissed deeply, yes I could taste myself in her mouth. My hand returned back to her fanny, this time inside her panties and my finger slid into her wet hole. She let out a long moan as she came again. I moved between her legs, tugging at her leggings then looked at her white panties, she opened her eyes. Looking in quizzically, I told her as I pulled them off that much as I had enjoyed smelling them, she really needed sexier ones. But I was hard again and I slipped into her hole and rode her hard, turning her over to take her from behind, then flipping her back and pushing her legs up in the air so I could deeply penetrate her. I told her what an old slut she was, she looked shocked, but I added she was now my old slut and anytime I wanted to stick my cock in her, anywhere, I was going to. She gripped the sheet on the bed and as I finally plunged in and released another load she pulled the bedding towards her a shouted ‘what a fuck, I’m coming.’