Subtitle: Old and New Pleasures
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Fred's dinner and after dinner activities with Linda had an unusual effect on him. You would think that after such a satisfying sexual experience that Fred would have been less interested in sex than normal. But it had just the opposite effect. He would look at a woman, any woman, and was hard immediately. Even his wife who still acted as if she liked women more than men turned him on. He went after her with a vengeance, flowers, dinner at her favorite restaurant, and even an excellent Dom Perignon. Then home to bed.
They both had a little buzz going and after a few kisses on the way into the house they went directly to the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes behind them. Fred was not impaired by the little wine he consumed and had a raging hardon. He was very loving and took his time kissing his wife and fondling her gently just the way she liked it. She was lying on her back on their queen sized bed and he was kissing her from the tip of her nose to her toes. His hands gently caressed and squeezed her in just the right places.
She arched her back and spread her legs exposing her lovely little bush and the swollen labia he had so often sucked, kissed and licked. He was hard, terribly hard and dripping with pre-cum, so close to the bursting point that he rose up over her and guided his swollen missile right to the target.
Just as the missile's war head started to penetrate he felt his wife stiffen and pull away and up into a sitting position.
"Oh no you don't. You son-of-bitch you almost had me. I've had enough of your goody-two-shoes niceness just so you can stick me with that damn messy sperm spewing cock. I've had it with all that bullshit of rubbers or those damn birth control pills that make me swell up like the Goodyear Blimp. No more crossing my fingers and counting the days 'til the curse comes. You just get down there and eat it and that's all you're going to get."
As horny as Fred was and as stiff and dripping and ready as his dick was he, for once in his life, didn't want to eat it. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it good, hard, and fast. He tried to push it in a little more and she pushed him away and worked herself up into a sitting position with knees pressed tightly together.
"God, you men make me sick. All you think about is getting off," she yelled at him.
"What the fuck do you mean," said Fred, "you know damn well I've given you more orgasms than I've gotten. I've eaten you and never even shown you my dick."
"Yeah, maybe once or twice, well, I've found I can have a little pleasure and give some in return without the mess or the worry about getting preggers. Just hie yourself into the crapper and do it yourself. Your dumb cock won't know the difference."
Fred didn't hie himself anywhere. He rose up on his knees and gave it four or five beats and sprayed his creamy liquid all over her face and chest before she could get up and away.
"My God that was sooo good, it felt better than any fuck I've ever gotten from you. I didn't have to hold back and wait for that half dead pussy to wake up." Fred said a split second before getting a short left jab to the nuts which sent him moaning to the kitchen for some ice cubes.
Fred slept on the sofa that night. His wife did herself and made sure her moans of pleasure could be heard all over the house.
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Three days later they had kissed and made up and promised each other to sit down and have a serious talk about their situation at the end of the week. Everything seemed back to normal, they shared the same bed even though there was no more intimacy than a little spooning and after the first night Fred felt his stiffy nestled in the cleft of his wife's backside. She even gave it a little butt squeeze. He dared not do more, his nuts still hurt a little.
The next day he had a call from his wife and she said she was staying at a friend's house whose husband was out of town and friend Evelyn was about to foal any day and was afraid to be alone.
When he walked in the door that evening he had a call from Mrs. Steel, the 83 year old widow next door, who wanted to know if he was up to a little hot tubbing. He was worried about the heat on his tender balls but said he'd be right over.
Martha answered the door in a new flimsy voluminous red peignoir which would have looked a little odd to Fred except for the marvelous body of the widow. He still couldn't get over how someone her age could look so great.
"Golly Mrs. Steel, that sure looks great on you," said Fred.
"Thank you Mr. Babson, I had lunch with an old friend today and after a few glasses of wine I just felt like getting something new and Victoria's Secret was right there. Do you really like it?"
"Oh yes I do. How are you going to hot tub with it on though?" Fred said remembering how great she looked when they had hot tubbed in the altogether several times in the past month or so.
"You are a silly boy at heart, Mr. Babson. Let's go shower together this time, I'm watching my water bill since they raised the rates."
The shower was big enough for two until Fred's penis got a little hard and it was difficult to keep from bumping it into Martha. She seemed to take no notice of it and his forced thoughts of rebuilding the engine on his lawn tractor helped it to lose half its hardness.
As they entered the tub room Fred noticed the anti slip tape Martha put down where she would step. "I see you've gone and made your tub a safer place. I guess you won't need a hand from me anymore."
She was straddling the tub's edge and kind of sat on it with her legs open giving Fred a little better view of her muff than usual as she hesitated there and said, "Well, you're here now, aren't you? It's kind of silly of me, but I like your company, and besides, I don't really trust that tape to stick in this warm water."
Fred was fully hard again and he sat straddling the edge with his balls bunched up and his penis sticking toward her sex about six inches away. It rose up off of the plastic edge of the tub and there was a glistening little thread of sticky liquid going from the tip of his penis down to the edge of the tub.
Martha swung her other leg over and into the tub settling down in one of the built in loungers as Fred settled into the other. They were reclining in a tete-a-tete position and their legs would sort of drift up touching each other when pushed by the moving water from the pulsing jets. Fred helped his leg over to Martha's and he was pretty sure she was doing the same. They talked of taxes, car problems, and the usual neighborhood gossip until Martha declared that time was up and it was time to hit the shower again.
She asked Fred to scrub her back with the loofa and she did the same for him. They also dried each other's backs after exiting the shower and Martha told him he should oil up like she did. Fred wasn't into this oiling the skin thing and he was about to decline when she slapped a handful of the stuff on his chest and started rubbing it in. She worked around to his back and then did his arms.
"There now that isn't so bad, it just soaks right in and keeps your skin soft and lovely. Now, you do my back and shoulders while I do my front."
Up until now Fred had only maintained a half hard on; he was getting so accustomed to being naked with this woman. But rubbing his hands across her back his half hardon became a whole hardon. Martha almost purred as he brought his hands down her back and around to her sides and up toward her arm pits. He couldn't have stopped there even if he had wanted to. His slippery hands went around and enclosed her breasts as he rubbed the oil over them and across her stomach and back to her little tits with the now hardening nipples.
"Oh God Mr. Babson, they need more oil, more of those strong hands." Martha said leaning back against him.
Soon she turned toward him and he held her against him as he did her back and her little round buttocks. He sunk to his knees and oiled her thighs and calves as she turned around so he could easily reach all of her. His hands worked up her inner thighs and he just barely felt the touch of her pussy lips before he moved back down. He saw her quiver as she moaned ever so quietly.
As she faced him her tits were at the perfect level to be kissed and kiss he did. He sucked, tongued, and kissed them as his hands rubbed and squeezed her ass. She took his right hand and said, "Come with me," and led him to the bedroom.
She threw herself face down on the bed and said, "Do it now Mr. Babson, do it like the dogs do it, fuck me from the back and squeeze my tits. Fuck me and reach down there and find my clit and don't stop fucking me. Give me that wonderfully hard hot cock."
She had arched her back and his ready cock slipped right into her waiting pussy. He felt her tits as he slowly thrust into her and he took his thumb and forefinger and rolled her nipples around and then squeezed the whole tit.
"Now get my clit, I want to come, fuck me and rub that clit, now." She gasped.
He fucked slowly and felt her little clit and brought it to life as his throbbing cock worked back and forth in her pussy. Soon he started to feel the good feelings in his legs and back. The burning tingling traveling sensations that would spasm his balls and pump his load into her.
She had her face pressing down on the pillow and her ass sticking up in the air and she rocked back and forth meeting his thrusts with her own. He worked her clit with one hand and a tit with the other.
"Fuck me harder, fuck me faster, I'm not fragile, I'm a tough fucking old broad who hasn't been fucked like this in twenty years and you're my man and I want to be fucked hard and fast." She cried out a split second before she was overcome with feelings that had lain dormant two decades. She came and came and Fred melted into her as his release matched hers in timing and intensity. They melted into a jumbled mass of legs, arms, and wilted sex. Neither could move for over a half an hour they were so spent.
"Oh Mr. Babson, if I were only forty years younger I would steal you from that lesbian woman and fuck you until you couldn't walk. The next time we tub I want to feel your lips on mine. Did you notice we haven't even kissed? I want to feel your lips on my lips and on my clit and your thumb in my ass when I come. You make me feel so young, so alive, so satisfied."
Fred could only lie there and think of the next time with Mrs. Steel.
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