Author's Note: After 6 years, the Unlikely Affair continues. This story can be read standalone, but if you want to read how Scarlett and Rhett met, read it through the link on my profile.
Enjoy.
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Scarlett stared at the erect, pulsing phallus in fascination. Seven inches long, milk chocolate, veiny, masculine. It's head glistened from her saliva and a hint of pre-cum, reddened from her ministrations and regular contact after a night of exhausting sex.
She was on the bed, between his legs, on her knees, holding the cock with her left hand, gently moving it up and down the shaft, keeping him ready... as he always was for her. He was reclined, head propped up on a pillow, looking at her with his enigmatic smile.
Dirty bastard, she thought. Then resumed sucking him, with her rhythmical deep strokes, letting it slip all the way down her throat. She actually enjoyed the extraordinary sensation of his member being held all the way down her jugular.
She slowly moved her head down his shaft, gripping it with her lips, allowing more and more of it to enter her, until she reached the base, feeling his curly back hairs against her mouth. Holding it there for as long as possible, then moving back up, giving the tip an extra suck, before resuming her journey down.
He groaned with pure pleasure. She cupped his balls with her other hand, gently stroking them, then reached her fingers up to his face so he could suck on them. She adored that. Letting his tongue slide between her digits and then taking all three middle fingers into his mouth at the same time, sucking them like a cock. Not for the first time did she wonder if he was bisexual.
Still deep throating him, she removed her hand, fingers dripping with his spit, and placed it under his balls. Her lubricated middle finger sought out his anus, massaged the rim, and he groaned further. She pushed the tip in, forcing her way through the resisting sphincter. He opened up to her, and moved her finger a little further in. She started to coordinate her throating of his member with the tiny thrusts of her finger.
She looked up. His eyes were shut, concentrating on the sensations. She stopped throating him, but continued to masturbate him with her left hand while fingering him with her right. She loved the sensation of dominating him.
But now, it was her turn, she wanted to be fucked.
She mounted him, wincing slightly from her slightly sore labia, which had been fully abused last evening and much of the night. She was wet, and the soreness passed as she slid slowly down his manhood. She let out her own moan of pleasure.
Knowing full well that this could take a long time, as it always did on the second or third session of a night's lovemaking, she slowly moved up and down his shaft. He helped her with his hands on her hips, she leaned down and place her hands on his shoulders. They looked into each others eyes and smiled at each other.
A dim light entered the room as they made love. Dawn. The contrast of her pale skin against his darkness was erotic. He touched her slim body, held her breasts, tweaked her nipples, caressed her legs and her calves, as she moved up and down.
Her fingers sought out her clit. "Hmm, greedy," she moaned, as she started to masturbate.
His right hand moved up to her mouth, and she repeated what he did to her, sucking his fingers. She knew what was to come.
He pulled his fingers away, felt for her arse, and entered her with his middle digit. It slid in easily as she was already wet from her own juices. As usual she was conflicted. Her middle class, puritanical background told her it was wrong, but she secretly loved the feel of his fingers in one hole and his cock in the other, rubbing against each other and swamping her with waves of pleasure.
They hadn't tried the full anal experience yet... dreading it, she assumed it was only a matter of time.
Scarlett began to tire, her thrusting became less energetic. He sensed this, besides, he could never cum lying on his back, so he took over. He lifted her with one arm, and using the other to steady them both, swung her around and under him in one easy motion. She loved it when he did that, and giggled like a schoolgirl.
His hands cradled her bum, one finger resumed it's position in her arse, while thrust into her very hard, slowly picking up the pace. His head was down beside her as he concentrated on pummeling her with his hot cock. She bit at his ear, licked it, licked deep into it as they both now caved into the desire to fill each others holes as much as possible. She thrust up against his pile driving cock and down against his finger, seeking both pain and pleasure. He moved his head and their lips locked, tongues swirling round each other, kissing each other deep and wetly.
She could sense he was ready, his breathing started to shorten and his pace picked up even more. It was so beautiful, she desperately wanted to cum, she slipped her hand down between their sweaty bodies, and found her clit again, aggressively rubbing it and forcing him to slow down.
He smiled, leaned back slowed right down, and let her masturbate. She loved to look him in the eye when she wanked. Her body started to shudder, she was cumming.
"Kiss me," she whispered huskily. He leant forward, kissed her and then she came. For a minute, her body shuddered from little after effects of her orgasm, she closed her eyes and wallowed in the waves of pleasure, while he slowly fucked her to keep himself hard.
She opened her eyes. "Your turn," she smiled.
Wordlessly, he resumed the position, and attacked her with his usual ferocity. Fucking as hard as he could. She let herself go limp and savoured the primeval aggression that he possessed in bed. The bed creaked, the headboard banged, the side tables rattled.
"Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me with that fucking great cock," she growled, adding to the cacophony. And he started grunting, more and more heavily, till finally he shot his cum into her eager vagina, while he delivered his trademark animalistic yell.
He fell on top of her, her legs wrapped around him and she cradled him, stroking his hair. Smiling up at the ceiling, she murmured, "gorgeous boy".
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Scarlett had turned sixty and had recently retired. She had continued to age very well. Sure, there were wrinkles and other signs of natural aging, but though dint of eating as little as possible, she had remained slim, except for a tiny 'pot' around her stomach, as Rick called it. Her breasts were still pert, and her bottom, still round and strokable. She kept her hair in a Bob, and continued to dye it a platinum color, which worked beautifully with her green eyes. The effect as a whole made her look more like fifty or less, still attractive, and to Rick, still eminently fuckable.
To both Scarlett and Rick's amazement, their affair had entered its seventh year. Despite a multitude of acrimonious break offs (mostly started by Scarlett, who was both troubled by her disloyalty to her loving husband, Charlie, and concerned that Rick would always stray), they were drawn together like moths to the flame. Neither had experienced the levels of sexual arousement as they did when they were together. And over the years, they grew to love each other as individuals.
Rick loved her fierce independence, fiery temper, coupled with her old fashioned values, which he sought to break down at every opportunity. His wife, Sarah, was teetotal, staid, stopped wanting sex after they had their two children, and kept within the comfort zone of her small circle of friends in the village where they lived. She probably knew that Rick was a cheat, but turned a blind eye to it in order to avoid the break up of an outwardly happy family home.
He didn't have a problem with the age difference between Scarlett and himself, in fact, he delighted in having sex with a 'GILF' as he called her - a Granny I'd Like to Fuck. He was eighteen years Scarlett's junior. Now forty two, he continued to run, go to the gym, and play football with his mates in the village team, all of which allowed him to keep a trim body, while eating and drinking what he liked. His curly black hair was now spotted with grey, which did not detract from his still boyish good looks, and naughty boy charm.
Scarlett, in turn adored Rick for his desire to live life to the fullest, taking her out to the theatre, the cinema, ballet, party nights in Mayfair, where they would down cocktails and eat out at the Ritz or Langans and then party at Novikov or Mahiki till the early hours. These evenings of the high life were always followed by drink fuelled, dirty sex. She loved his naughty ways, pushing her boundaries, making her live her life to the fullest. She did worry about her getting past it, and keeping up with him, but he never alluded to the age difference. They had agreed long ago that sex was their USP, so long as she offered herself to him, she was safe from him straying further.
