We lay together, side by side, my arm under her neck, trying to catch our breath. Roberta and I had just finished a marathon fuck session. We had been at it for over an hour now and I had just rolled off her while we collected ourselves. I could feel my cock continue to shrivel from its previous hardened state, the combined fluids from our mating cooling it as they evaporated.
I turned my head and looked over at Roberta. She lay there still breathing deeply. Her chest rising and falling with each breath, nipples still erect. Her legs lay open, knees slightly bent outwards, arms straight down her sides. I leaned over and turned her to face me, and we kissed. I began to run my hand down her body, spending a few seconds playing with her nipples before continuing downwards. When I crossed over her neatly trimmed bush, I curled my fingers down and ran them through the open folds of her sex. She was drenched with our combined secretions. I could feel them leaking out of her and spilling onto the sheets.
I rolled back over pulling her until she was lying on top of me. We continue to kiss and I started to rub her back, sliding my hands down to cup her ass in my hands. I squeezed her to me while I used my legs to open hers more. I used one hand to slide down and cup her sex. I slid my fingers into her, letting the fluids recoat my fingers and then slid them up over her perinium until I reached the crinkled opening of her forbidden passage. She stiffened in my embrace and moaned into my mouth as I circled her anus. I slid my hand down again and gathered more slick fluids and again circled her crinkled opening. After the third time I was sure it was enough and pressed my middle finger against the opening. It took a little pressure before her sphincter relaxed enough to allow entry. I pushed my middle finger in up to the second knuckle.
She lifted up and looked down at me. "What are you doing to me? Nobody has ever touched me there like that! It feels so strange, so dirty!
"You have such a sexy ass. I just wanted to play with it a bit. I'm surprised nobody has before." I pulled her down and we kissed as I slowly stroked my finger in and out of her ass. She wiggled her hips and gave a slight moan. I started to think about the possibilities and what had gotten us to this point.
It all started over 15 years ago. Roberta was a single mom to a teenage daughter and they were renting a mobile home on our horse farm from my wife and I. We were friends before she was our tenant. I would go on to our property to tend to our horses or do some work on the farm. More often than not, she'd be out and we'd talk. I thought nothing of it. On one particular morning we were talking and she was outside in, I assume, her pajamas and a housecoat.
Now I am a typical guy. I noticed, that for a middle aged woman, she had a really nice looking body, but because we were friends, I never let my thoughts go further than that. We talked quite a lot over the months about many things. In conversations with my wife I'd sometimes tell her about my conversations with Roberta. One time when the three of us were talking she mentioned to Roberta and I that she had heard from another acquaintance that there was a rumor circulating in town that I was having an affair with Roberta! We just laughed it off, but Roberta and I would always joke about it afterwards and when we ran into each other or chat on social media, we would refer to each other as the other "husband" or "wife". Even to the point that at her husband's funeral a few years later (she had remarried and he died unexpectedly) while in the receiving line to give her my condolences, she said "Oh, here's my other husband!"
Anyway, on the day she was in her housecoat, we were talking about an upcoming dinner date she was having and she asked me if I thought it was weird that she was going to serve this new guy a meatloaf dinner. (This was the guy she eventually married.) I jokingly replied "Jeez! I'm supposed to be your other husband and you never invited me for a meatloaf dinner!" We laughed a bit and I was a little surprised at her response. "Well, do you want to come inside?" I didn't know what the meaning of that was at the time, but over the years I've speculated that it might have been an invitation to do the husband/wife thing, if you know what I mean.
Well, I couldn't resist the offer, so I followed her inside. I wasn't totally sure of her meaning, as I said, so I let her take the lead. We walked through the kitchen area and she offered me some coffee. I sat on the couch as she poured us both a cup. She handed me mine and then sat in a chair across from me. When she sat, the bottom of her robe opened enough for me to see quite a bit of leg above the knee. We talked and as she became more comfortable she let her legs open slightly which showed a bit more of her thighs... It was very distracting for me as I also adjusted how I was sitting so I could try and get a better look up her robe while trying not to be very obvious about it. I guess I wasn't as slick as I had hoped because she smiled at me and asked if I liked what I was seeing.
Caught, with no options but to tell the truth, I said; "Roberta, you have some very nice legs and as long as you're willing to show them to me, I'll take advantage and look at whatever you want to show me."
With that, she stood up and walked directly in front of me. I looked up at her and she smiled down at me. She leaned over and grabbed the bottom edges of her robe and began to slowly lift and separate the opening until it was opened to about where it was when she was sitting- about halfway up her thighs. "So, what's so nice about these old legs? What do you think about them?"
"They're sexy as hell! Look at them!" She looked down and I slid foreward to the edge of the couch. I reached out and touched the back of her calves and slid my hands up as I talked, stopping just underneath the bottom edge of her robe. "Nice smooth calves that connect to muscular thighs. I can't help but be jealous of the horses you ride as you squeeze them to stay in the saddle." I looked up at her and told her; "I wonder, what would your lucky lover feel like if you used that squeezing strength to hold him in place while you were making love? I'm jealous of whoever that might be, just thinking about it!"