As usual my husband Greg had parked me at our country home in Maine for the summer.
It is a nice enough of a location, on the outskirts of a small village, secluded enough one did not need to worry about their dress all the time. Many a nice afternoon I would wander about almost nude in the garden without fear of being observed.
One of the attractions of the cottage is the large pool below my balcony with it sparkling cool water, which offers relief on hot days. There is something refreshing about swimming in the nude I always enjoy.
Being a helpless woman on my own Greg employed the services of old Peter Greco to make daily calls and look after the pool maintenance and whatever else requires attention. Greco is a stout fellow in his sixties who lived with his wife a short distance down the road.
Other than Greco I had little company and usually ventured into town for lunch to meet others.
Being a mature woman in my late forties I did not have to worry about advances by young Casanovas. I could move about the locals without drawing undo attention.
The weeks were long and I always craved male company.
I have fucked several of the locals from Sam Levi who operates the town hardware store to Sheriff Purdy who stops by to check on the "city lady" whilst making his patrols. The local yokels find me to be an interesting summer diversion and enjoyed scattering their seed in my forbidden garden.
The waiter in the local bistro is not my type but is a convenient lover. Once or twice during the week Andrew will visit and help satisfy my need for sex.
Andrew is a tall, dark and handsome type in his early thirties. He is married to the cook at the bistro but has a huge appetite for sex, which made him an ideal relief valve for me.
It had been a few days since Andrew had taken care of me; he said he was having trouble getting away from the wife. I was getting very needy and devised a plan to remedy the situation.
Greco was making his regular visit skimming the leaves from the pool. Casually I wandered out onto the balcony nude. Greco looked up and I waved to him.
It was not unusual for Greco to see me in the nude. Often I was at the pool naked during his visits. I knew he appreciated my naked body and full breasts. I was unshaven being well past the need to alter the natural beauty of my cunt.
I gesture to Greco to come up to my room. He looked confused so I emphasized I wanted his presence in my boudoir. Greco put down the skimmer and entered the house.
I took my place sprawled across my bed on my back with my open legs greeting the caretaker as he entered my room.
Greco held his straw hat in his hands and stared at my waiting pussy.
"I need to be fucked!" I told him.
Greco smiled.
The elderly handyman began removing is coveralls. As he removed his shorts I saw he was erect and ready to take me.
I never questioned why I was fucking the hired help who was old enough to be my father; I just needed a cock in me.
Once naked Greco mounted me. I opened my legs to accept his cock in m hungry cunt.
He entered me with little difficulty, my pussy being accustomed to Andrew's larger cock. My legs wrapped around his hips to embrace him.
His breath smelt strongly of tobacco as his mouth covered mine. He filled is hand with my bare breast as we kissed. My hips bucked up seeking the satisfaction of his hard meat.
Silently we fucked fulfilling each other's needs.
It must have been a while since Greco had enjoyed intercourse. His movements were spasmodic and quite unskillful. I found it necessary to set the pace for our fucking.
The old man made animalistic grunting noises as he rutted in my cunt with his wizen-up dick. His abundant pubic hair agitated the sensitive skin surrounding my fleshy opening.
In spite of the annoyances his cock felt good in me, feeding my need to be fulfilled.
"Oooow!" I cried as his rough hand squeezed my tender breast too hard.
He answered by thrusting his cocking me extra hard.
It was a fuck of self-gratification, each of us satisfying our need to release pent-up emotions.
