I pulled the car off the road and drove down the track a couple of hundred yards, stopping in a small clearing. I switched off and the summer twilight fell silent except for the faint cooling sounds from the engine.
Jo, in the passenger seat, didn't say anything, but turned her head towards me. I reached out for her hand, and held it. I was aware that one way or another, my life was going to change forever in the next few minutes.
I'd first met Jo, my sister-in-law, two years ago, when she was 52 and I was 55, She'd returned from Canada, where she'd been living for the past 7 years, and I had felt an attraction to her the first day that I met her, but had tried to rationalise it as the natural pleasure of meeting a sexy, intelligent and attractive lady.She seemed as glad to meet me as I was to meet her.
For the past 18 months I'd been increasingly drawn towards her, -when we met we'd hug and kiss(on the lips- none of this 'mwah, mwah' air kissing.!) and I'd imagined that the hugs were a little closer than those normal between close relatives.-Anyway, during the past year I had started to fantasise about her.-Did she feel the same way about me? (God! Wouldn't that be wonderful...!) I didn't know, and couldn't ask, so I had to burn in solitary lust, thinking of what might be...
Let me describe Jo. Quite short and very cuddly (I thought of her as 'Rubenesque' and spent an appreciable part of most days mentally undressing her..) She spoke with a soft Lancashire accent, and had a particularly dirty laugh..She had been married, but had divorced about ten years before our meeting, and as far as I knew, she wasn't in a steady relationship.
A blonde when we first met, she had recently reverted to her natural brunette.Her lips, when we kissed in greeting or goodbye, were soft and warm and sweet and I'm getting a hard-on just thinking of her..I had constructed some detailed fantasies involving us both, - I must have taken myself in hand (so to speak..) thinking of her, hundreds of times since we met. I seem to be getting hornier as I get older..I've always had a high sex drive, unlike my wife, who shows very little interest in sex.
My Portugese Fantasy...
One of my favourite scenarios is when the three of us go on holiday for a week at aholiday apartment on the coast of Portugal. During the week, my wife drives 50 miles to Faro in our hire car to stay for two days with an old school friend. I assured her that we wouldn't feel abandoned, and that we'd find ways of passing the time..
The first night after she'd left I was in the double bed, viscerally aware of Jo., in her bed just across the lounge..I had an erection. I pushed the bedclothes down to the foot of the bed. I started wanking slowly, pinching my nipple...I was well away in fantasy-land, trying not to gasp too audibly as I worked at my cock, when I heard a faint sound from Jo's room...It sounded like quiet sobbing, or heavy breathing..I held my breath, and could just hear, over the breathing, the faint rhythmic sound of bedsprings..I quietly got up from the bed, and, preceded by my throbbing erection, padded silently across the lounge, stopping just outside Jo's room.
The door was slightly open, and the sound of her soft gasping was louder..I pushed the door fully open, and could see, in the streetlight filtering through the curtains, Jo, lying naked on her back, her right hand between her legs, moving in time with her soft panting breaths..her left hand was grasping her breast and rubbing her nipple.. I slipped into the room.
'Jo?' I whispered.
She stopped moving, and then turned her face to me..I couldn't read her expression as her face was in shadow, but she replied,
'Dom! oh Dom!...please, my love, finish me off.!'
I was at her side in two strides, and as I leaned over her, she spread her legs wide, and I leaned down to lick her wet hairs and slit..she tasted so delicious. -my tongue darted in and out, savouring her sweet juices, and she gasped,
'Come into me, darling, I want you to finish me off with your cock..'
I knelt between her legs which she raised and wrapped around my waist, pulling me down onto her hot, wet cunt. She grabbed my rigid prick and pulled it to her slit....
'Oh! God! Jo, Jo, my love' I gasped, 'Do you know how long I've waited for this?'
As I said 'this', I leaned forward and my cock split her open and slid into her wet pussy so easily.
I rammed her hard and fast, lost in the divine sensation of my cock held tight in her sweet cunt. She bucked up against my thrusts, screaming softly as she felt my swollen shaft deep inside her.
'Oh! Jesus! I'm coming, I'm coming!' she cried, and gave a final spasm as she climaxed, her cunt tightening on my prick.
I screwed her as she whimpered with release, and pulled out of her, my cock slippery with her hot cum.