I live in a relatively small town on the west coast. My wife and I moved here just after we were married. We bought a small house in town and raised three kids, two boys and a girl. After all three left for college my wife and I were going to travel. That never happened. Right after my daughter graduated from college Sara, my wife was diagnosed with advanced breast cancer. She died 6 months later. I was devastated. I threw myself into work and spent most of my time there. Gradually the pain of Sara's death dulled and faded. By the time I retired at 62 I could think of her with dry eyes.
In all that time I never found a woman I wanted to be with for any length of time. It's not that I didn't have girlfriends, I did but none seemed to be as attractive as my wife, so I'd go from girlfriend to girlfriend until I finally gave up. Then I met Fran. She is now a close friend whose husband isn't interested in sex anymore. I met her by accident, at the library. She was checking out a science fiction novel. I love Sci-fi and I hadn't read the one she was holding so I asked about the book. We talked for a bit then I asked if she'd like coffee as we talked.
It was the first time I got a taste of Fran's bawdy sense of humor as she grinned and replied, "You aren't hitting on me are you?"
"Of course not!" I replied having seen the ring on her finger and was stunned by what she said.
"That's a pity." She said as her grin widened.
We sat at the coffee shop talking about sci-fi. We parted company three hours later after drinking four cups of coffee and dissecting the sci-fi novels we had both read. She was interesting to talk to and with her no holds barred sense of humor, fun to be around.
A few days later I got a call from her and she asked if I'd like to go to a reading by Ursula La Guin. Since she has been a favorite author of mine for years I jumped at the chance. We both enjoyed the reading and listening to Ursula describe how she came up with her storylines. When we left we sat in the coffee shop for several hours going over the evening.
Over the next few months we became fast friends. We were having coffee and talking about books one day when the subject of spouses came up. For some unknown reason, probably because I never had and I was comfortable with Fran, I began to talk about Sara and couldn't stop until I told her our entire story. She listened without comment. When I was done talking we were silent for a while, then she told me about her husband.
After she finished telling me her tale we sat in silence for several minutes before she looked at me and in her plain blunt way said, "Frank I like you and I think you're a doll. I'm horny as hell. I haven't had sex in a year and I'd really like to. Would you take me to bed?"
I didn't know what to say at first but finally, I replied, "Fran, you're a sexy woman, but you're married, I don't want any attachments or repercussions and I'd hate to screw up the friendship we have."
Fran grinned and in her straightforward way replied, "I'm not about to leave my husband. Other than the sex, we have a great marriage. But I am a very physical woman. I need sex. Besides, I don't want to marry you. For my part I don't think it will mess up our friendship at all. And the only thing here I hope will be screwed is me!"
I was thinking about her proposition when she stood and said, "Come on. I'll get a room."
Before I could think about it we were in a motel room fucking like rabbits. Fran proved to be as bawdy and free in the bedroom as she was the rest of the time. The first thing she did after we got undressed sh shoved me onto my back on the bed and swallow my cock to the root. She sucked me until I exploded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of my cum.
When she was done she sat up grinned and said, "Lip-smacking good! Now would you care to reciprocate?"
With a grin I grabbed her and tossed her onto her back. A few moments later I had my face buried in her warm, wet pussy. It took her about the same time as it had taken me to cum, mere minutes. When she did she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face so tightly to her pussy she almost suffocated me. I finally had to pull away from her. As I did she reluctantly released the grip she had my head.
"Oh fuck that was good!" She groaned.
My cock had grown hard again as I had eaten her so I slid up and let my hard shaft lay along her warm, wet slit.
"Care for some cock?" I asked with a grin.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down against her as she moaned, "Put it in! Oh fuck I need you inside me now!"
I pulled my hips back enough so my cock slid down and the crown nestled between her slippery, wet pussy lips. I pushed forward just a bit to get the head of my cock started into her wet, slippery tunnel, then with one hard shove I was balls deep inside her.
"Oh fuck!" She groaned, then her hips began to buck against me as she gasped, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
I did. I fucked her like a madman, slamming into her over and over. Soon I felt her pussy pulse and heard her groan as she came. I kept right on hammering my cock into her. A few minutes more and I again felt her cum. A few minutes after that I felt her cum a third time. By then I was close, very, very close and the pulsing of her warm, slippery pussy pushed me over the edge. I grunted as my cock exploded, squirting rope after rope of cum deep into her womb. We lay in each other's arms gasping, spent. We fucked for the next two hours. When we parted we were both tired and sated. After that I could call her anytime I wanted sex, or for that matter she would call me when she wanted it and we'd meet.
She asked me one time why I wasn't out dating. I told her I couldn't find anyone like Sara, but to keep it light, ended the conversation by telling her the real reason was I couldn't find anyone who sucked cock as good as she did. She guffawed and told me that since I liked her blow jobs so much she'd give me one any time I wanted it. That was my sex life for a year. When I wanted it I'd call Fran. But then Anna and Mike moved in next door.
Now even though I don't chase women, or don't date, it doesn't mean I don't appreciate a fine-looking female. The day I saw Anna standing on the front porch of the house next door, I could feel my cock start to stiffen. She was standing looking out over the lawn, her hands on her hips. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and was petite, I was later to learn she was 4' 10" and weighed 95 lbs.
She was dressed in a mid-thigh length sundress with a wide black belt at her waist which showed off her hourglass shape. Her breasts were "C" cup at least and her legs were smooth with a slight tan. All I could do was stare at her. Her hair was shoulder length and black as coal. And when I finally focused on her face I was startled to find she had sea-green eyes. She wore ruby red lipstick that accented her full lips. She was fabulous to look at.
When she finally turned to go into the house she moved with a lithe grace that caused a knot in my stomach. I called Fran a half-hour later and was buried to my balls in her pussy a half-hour after that. The entire time I fucked Fran visions of Anna were flitting through my head. When I came I came hard.
As I pulled out Fran chuckled and said, "Damn Frank you've never fucked me like that before! I'd almost bet you were thinking about another woman! So who is it?"
As I said, Fran and I have become very close friends as well as lovers and don't keep much from each other. I told her about seeing Anna (although I didn't know her name at that time) and how it affected me.
"Well, if she wasn't married I'd tell you to go introduce yourself and try to work your way into her panties." She said as she ran her hand down my chest, "But she is and I don't want you getting this," she wrapped her hand around my flaccid cock and wiggled it, "cut off. I can't stand to lose the sex!"
"Hell Fran," I said," even if she was single, she's way too young for me. Women that age want young, buff men, not old worn-out ones. And besides, I've never found anyone who sucks cock as good as you do!"
Fran let out one of her belly laughs and said, "Damn you Frank! You're trying to get into my panties again aren't you? And damn your eyes, if you keep it up it will work! But I'll tell you something, some girls like older guys. It's a daddy thing you know."
"That would be nice, but in this instance I doubt it," I replied as I stood.
I left a few minutes later and headed home, sated for the moment. Over the next few days I got a few more glimpses of Anna as she and Mike moved in.. Each time I was taken by her image. It seemed that no matter what she was doing, moving boxes, cleaning, washing windows, she looked gorgeous.
Once, the day she washed the windows, she was dressed in a pair of very short, very tight daisy dukes and a tight tank top. As she moved I became aware of her breasts jiggling under the thin material and realized she didn't have on a bra. My cock was hard that entire day as I covertly watched her work. Mike introduced himself to me four days after they moved in.
