Allison and I stayed in touch. It has been many months since we were together. I did have a bit of guilt as I've had the few times I cheated on my wife. Damn conscience. Plus, getting away needed better excuses and/or stories. One day, out of the blue, my wife served me with divorce papers. She wanted out. Split the bills, and the bank accounts, and 401k money, and done.
I had a breakfast date with Allison the next morning. I called Allison and asked if I could stay over. "She asked what changed?" I told her about the divorce. She warned me that our relationship will continue under certain rules. "I will not be your piece of ass whenever you feel the need". I agreed. "On weekend stay overs, we spend Friday nights like an old married couple". "No sex" she said while grinning. "Also talking". I also agreed. After spending time on the couch talking, we held hands and headed for the bedroom. Allison was a great sport and wore some very expensive Wolford seamless pantyhose for me. Very, very sexy. Even without makeup, Allison was as beautiful as any woman 20 years younger. An access hole was not in the cards tonight.
We lied in bed enjoying light touches, conversation, and some tender moments kissing. She knew what the pantyhose did to me, so I gave her feet some extra attention. Massaging and kissing her feet had us both breathing heavy. She promised tomorrow it would be more than made up to me.
We woke up early the next morning. After some cuddling, we headed to the showers, I noticed this woman was used to the finer things in life. Art on the walls. Beautiful light fixtures. Opulence was the word that came to mind. The shower would fit 3 comfortably; it was that large. Lovingly we cleaned each other. The day before washed down the drain. The light touching had my manhood standing up looking around. As I said in the past, her breast enhancements had me just staring at them during the shower. They were spectacular and my cock liked looking at them also. One day I will cover them with my cum.
I watched her dry every inch of her body and stayed hard. She urged me to dry off and get ready to go out for breakfast. She wore a nice dress, black 3 inch heels and silk granny panties, and no pantyhose. Promises of more exciting clothing later. She had a date for breakfast made weeks ago. I was ok with that.
I love car rides. It always leads to sexual play. I had my hand in her panties gently rubbing her clit. Her breathing changed. I had her on the edge as we pulled into the restaurant parking lot. I asked "finish now, or later"? Thrusting her hips into my fingers gave me the answer. She took many minutes to calm herself before leaving the car.
A beautiful older brunette woman was ushered to our table. We were introduced. This is my sister Caitlyn. Caitlyn's hair was shorter. Taking it all in, I noticed her breasts standing up like 30 year old breasts; smaller than sis' but still had me staring. Same broad hips and heavy thighs. These two were sisters without a doubt. Caitlyn is not dressed as well, and probably not as well off monetarily. Allison relayed "Caitlyn lost her husband 5 years ago". "She has been alone ever since". Her husband worked as a mechanic, and died within weeks of retirement. They never had the opportunity to enjoy life together.
Allison asked if her sister is still spending lots of money on batteries. "Yes sister, nobody wants to fuck older women like us". "I am 66 and nobody wants to meet for a meal much less sex". "He does", as both sisters looked in my direction. "Do you think you can handle another woman?" Allison asked. "I believe I can" was my reply. "This will only be the third time sis and I had a threesome with another man" Allison pointed out. The last time was in college. "Oh, and sis, he's one of those". I assumed this comment was towards my heels and hose kink.