Whenever I think about this story, which is often, I usually end up with a rock-hard erection. First, I'm sixty-two, skinny, bald and about five foot three. A few years ago I married a widow about my age. Over time we seemed to hit it off immediately with her family, especially one of her nieces, Jane. Jane was in her late twenties, the oldest of my wife's brother's five girls, and a knockout. She was married to a football coach, and lived not too far from us. They had three great kids, and we began spending weekends together quite often.
One hot Sunday afternoon a few summers ago, we were all together around our pool, I sat watching Jane, her husband, and their kids horsing around in the pool. In addition, Carol the youngest of Jane's sisters was also in the pool. Both were tall, about five ten or so with long shapely legs. Where Jane was voluptuous, Carol had the slim boyish figure of a fashion model, which she was. Jane filled out her red one piece suit as though it had been painted on with a spray gun. Her nipples poked out against the wet top, while the cotton folded inward ever so slightly, between the lips of her pussy. Carol on the other hand, wore a skimpy flower patterned bikini that left little to the imagination. They both shared the same lovely faces that made them look more like twins than sisters.
I'd heard that Carol was in the process of getting a divorce, after only six months of marriage. Now, there was something to think about. I watched as she flirted brazenly with Rob, brushing playfully against him whenever Jane was distracted. Although he pretended to ignore her, I noticed that he kept himself low in the water, but when he stood up, the bulge in his trunks gave him away.
I wasn't wearing a jock, and I began to feel my half hard shlong begin to push its way down the leg of my shorts. Although I'm a little guy, I'm pretty well hung, if I do say so myself, just a hair under eleven inches, and thick, if you know what I mean. Fortunately I was out of sight behind the barbecue.
That night, after dinner and several glasses of wine, they were all chatting pleasantly in the living room, while I showed off my new stereo system with some dance music. Rob, ever the gentleman led Billie my wife on to the floor, as she grinned from ear to ear.
"C'mon, uncle Harry, let's show'em how." Carol stood with upturned palms before me, smiling gorgeously.
I was on my feet in a microsecond, twirling her onto the middle of the room. As she rocked to the music, her nipples bouncing free under her T shirt caused me to become aware of the weight swinging back and forth between my legs. Just then, the music changed, Rob traded Billie for Jane, and I got myself another glass of wine.
By the time I got back, Rob and Jane were out on the floor, so I got Billie and joined them. Rob, Jane's husband and I switched partners with every tune, just to keep everybody happy.
I couldn't help noticing that as I danced with Jane, she was more than a little sloshed. She slurred her words and had trouble keeping time, which caused her to bump and grind against me. I became hard as a rock, and before I knew it, my pecker was sticking almost straight out from the leg of my shorts, caught between her legs. I could feel the head being caressed by the insides of her soft thighs with every step. She seemed not to notice at all. She was chatting pleasantly over my shoulder to Billie, who was seated while Rob and Carol danced. Thank God the song changed, I turned as if to check the stereo, reached down into my shorts and yanked my dick upward, trapping it in the waistband of my shorts. Now it was flat against my belly, and didn't stick out.
A while later I found myself partnered with Jane again, except we were now alone in a dark corner of the living room. Something on TV had caused an exodus to the den. I could feel her breathing hard into my ear to the slow beat of the music. Her left hand had had gone from my shoulder, and was stroking the head of my dick. When I squeezed her waist with my right arm, she thrust her pelvis hard against me, pushing the crotch of her suit aside. Because of our different heights, she exactly straddled the head of my upward pointing dick with the wet opening of her pussy. Now she had both arms around my neck and ground her wetness downward on to my cock. We were no longer dancing, we were all but fucking.
A horrible vision of my wife and Rob suddenly appearing before me, almost froze me dead. It didn't slow Jane down though, the insides of her thighs were moist and slippery, and she was breathing harder and kissing the side of my face and neck. The thought of Rob, and Billie (with a lawyer) shocked me back to life. I reached around her and lifted with all my strength, half carrying her through the sliding door out on to the dark pool deck.
