"My god, Sally," George Herbert's voice screeched from the doorway. "What are you doing?"
Sally, George's wife of more than three decades, twisted her head over her shoulder.
"What does it look like I'm doing, George," she panted, her face flushed. "I'm fucking."
As George sputtered behind her, Sally turned back to the twenty-something guy beneath her.
"Ignore him, baby," she huffed. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
The young men's eyes met hers, round with surprise. Barb leered at him and shook her wide hips around the cock wedged inside her.
"Go on, Shane," she grunted in rhythm to her swinging hips. "Keep... on... fucking... me!"
Shane blinked and his hips returned to their deep, deliberate rhythm.
"That's it, honey," Sally muttered before dropping her mouth back onto Shane's. "Mmmfffake Mmmffomma haffffpy."
The big dick bouncing in and out of her obeyed the command and Sally mashed her big tits harder against the younger man's taut, smooth chest. She was in heaven and old George wasn't going to deny her what she wanted. As she and Shane - - who until only an hour ago had just been the college kid renting the tiny apartment above the garage - - banged and bucked together, Sally squeezed her eyes shut and felt her climax sweep her upward, her body bubbling with pleasure and her consciousness dwindling to a single burning ember of awareness.
When she was done with Shane, she left the young man gasping in bed and wrapped a nightgown around herself. Downstairs, she made her way to the kitchen on bare feet, her body completely relaxed and satisfied.
She snorted when she caught sight of George, sitting at the kitchen table drumming his fingers.
"Sally," he whined. "This has got to stop. I mean... Shane... our tenant."
Sally waved a hand dismissively at her husband.
"We've been through this a hundred times," she said as she pulled two glasses from a kitchen cabinet. "I don't know what you're talking about."
George wheezed out a sigh.
"I mean," he answered. "It's one thing to fuck a stranger. It's quite another thing to fuck our tenant."
Sally laughed as she filled the glasses.
"A fuck is a fuck, George," she said, brushing past him. "A good hard cock is a good hard cock." She stopped and glared at him. "Not that you'd know anything about that."
George wheezed again and his shoulders slumped.
Back in the bedroom, Sally sat on the edge of the bed and passed Shane a glass of water.
"Uhhhhh," Shane mumbled, accepting the cold water. "Is everything okay?... I mean with your husband?"
Sally chuckled and placed her glass on the night stand.
"Don't worry about him," she murmured to Shane, her hand descending onto the cock hiding under the bed sheets. "He just likes to complain."
She stroked Shane and frowned. It remained flaccid and unresponsive.
She glanced at him with disappointment and his eyes trailed down to his groin.
"I guess...," he stuttered. "I guess I'm a little freaked out."
Sally breathed an exaggerated sigh.
"Well, baby," she said, removing her hand to pull her nightgown from her shoulders. "I guess you'll just have to make momma happy some other way."
Shane gulped and hurriedly moved his water glass to the nightstand next to hers.
"Come on, lover," Sally said, pushing her breasts up with her hands. "Show momma how much you love her."
Shane swiveled his eyes to the bedroom door and then back to Sally. With a weak grin, he lunged forward, bending at the waist to attach his mouth to Sally's big, firm breast.
"Hmmmmmm," she murmured, pressing her palm against the back of the young man's head. "That's it, baby. That's a good boy."
She squeaked when Shane's wet lips pinched her nipple.
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It wasn't really George's fault, she reminded herself the next day as she pushed a shopping cart down the canned goods aisle of the grocery store. He was just getting old. Well, she paused, older. Seventy-two next year. Of course, he loved her. And, of course, she loved him. They'd been married since the week after she got her diploma from Southern State U.
George had just given up. Ever since he'd retired as the principal of the local high school - - almost a decade ago, he'd become less and less interesting. And, she nodded to herself, definitely less and less interested.
"Ah," she said aloud. "There it is."
She loaded a few cans of her husband's favorite soup into the cart and stopped in the middle of the aisle.
She had only grown more and more interested, Sally reflected. Not surprising, really. She'd always loved sex and George had always accepted her healthy libido, even if sometimes reluctantly. She would never have stopped at four children, for instance, if George hadn't insisted that they already had their hands full. And, despite his reluctance as the years passed, she'd always stayed faithful, despite the men leering at her and despite her needs.
She sighed. Just because he was a decade older than Sally. That was no excuse to deny her what she needed. She gripped the handle of the shopping cart and remembered that night about a year after George's retirement. It had all hit the fan then. While they were finishing up dinner.
"It's been months," Sally sniped as she cleared the dishes. "That's too long."
"Now, honey," George answered. "We're getting older.... It's only natural...."
She guffawed. "Natural for you. Unnatural for me."
She stamped her foot on the carpeted floor.
"I'm telling you, Mr. George Herbert. If you can't hold up your end of the bargain, I'll have to find someone who will."
George shrugged his shoulders.
When Sally carried through on her threat and started spending more afternoons away from home, returning with mussed up hair and disheveled clothes, he'd pretended it was nothing. He simply nodded at her from his recliner when she walked through the door smelling of sweat and musky sex. Silently, they'd reached a kind of agreement.
She relished all the attention. The men with their tongues practically hanging out of their mouths. Their eagerness to satisfy her. Their desperate pleas to meet again, and again. Especially, a year or so after she'd started dating outside her marriage, when she told George she needed an update. She was getting tired of watching her tits sag and her ass slump. That ring of fat around her belly jiggled a bit too much when she gazed down at her latest victim.
