Her Facelift Became His Uplifting
He especially enjoyed hearing women say how much better his cock felt compared to their husbands. Sometimes he had to coax it out of them, and sometimes they would talk freely about it.
“Before you ask, I'll tell you. This...your big cock feels wonderful, better than him, and you know who I mean.”
Wives. They are the most fun of all. He would fuck them silly, then fuck them back to reality and send them on their way. Seldom would he keep one around for any length of time.
by EroticWriter
A housewife decides to have a facelift for her birthday. Her husband, of course, is reluctant to spend that kind of money on something that might not really work but he finally gives his consent.
Besides, he is thinking, if my wife has a facelift, she will be more appealing to other men, and I like her just fine he way she is. But whatever she wants, she usually gets. So she spends $5,000.00 and after a few days of healing she feels pretty good about the results.
Her husband has told her that there is a noticeable improvement and he thinks that she looks younger, but that she needs to hear it from someone who is not personally involved.
“Don't ask your girlfriends,” he says, “because they already know your true age, and they might lie to you just to avoid hurting your feelings. You need to ask strangers.”
She decides to test a few people to see how she looks to them. She wants to be seen so rather than drive she takes a bus downtown and feels her confidence being boosted when she notices that even the younger men steal glances her way when they don't think she is looking. She does some window-shopping and again notices that more men seem to be staring at her than before she had the face lift.
On her way home she stops at a newsstand to buy a paper. She has to ask someone just to be sure. Before leaving she asks the sales clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"
"Well, a gentleman is not supposed to guess a woman's age, but since you are asking, I'd say about 32 " the clerk replies. "I'm actually 47," the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald’s and asks the counter girl the same question. The counter girl replies, "I'd guess about 29". The woman replies, "Nope, I am 47." Now she is feeling really good about herself.
While waiting for the bus home, there is only one person around, an older man who looks like he is about to wait for the same bus as she. So she asks him the same question.
He replies, "Well, miss,” he says as he squints at her. “I'm 73 and my eyesight is going so I can't see you real well. When I was young, however, there was a sure way to tell how old a woman was. I never missed."
She waited for him to tell her the rest. He just looked at her, and finally she said, "Well, go ahead and tell me, I'm curious. I don't think you can do it."
"Well, I'll tell you miss, now that you ask; if you want me to prove it you need to let me feel your breasts and put my other hand inside your panties. If you do that, I can tell exactly how old you are."
At first she is shocked by his boldness, but as she looks at him, he looks so frail, so kindly, that surely he can't just be some kind of old pervert. "You must be kidding. How could you tell by doing that?"
"It's the truth ma'am. I used to have that ability, and I believe that I still have it. There's only one way to find out."
The woman had gotten her breasts lifted just the year before, and they stood up proudly. Since she had been pumped up by the soft gel method, she figured that he would not be able to tell from feeling them. If anything, her breasts would make her appear much younger. But his hand in her panties? How could he possibly know from that?
They waited in silence on the empty street until curiosity got the best of the woman. Except for some what she considered to be harmless 'fooling around' on the dance floor, she has not been touched by any man other than her husband since their marriage over 25 years ago. She looks at the old man. He seems harmless enough, so she looks around and finally says, "What the hell, go ahead".
Then, as he begins to move, she thinks: 'My gosh, what have I done?' But her pussy, strangely, begins tingling, and instead of stopping him, she actually moves closer.
The old man steps closer to her and meets her eyes with his as he slips his left hand inside her blouse and his fingers deftly slide right under her bra while his other hand smoothly goes up under her skirt and down inside her panties. As he begins to feel around she can feel his hand trembling as he begins caressing her pubic hair with a gentle touch.
His touch, especially on her vagina Is having a greater affect on her then she could have imagined. Though she does not say anything, she wishes that he would go ahead and run his finger inside her.
"Can you tell me how old I am now?" she asks after only a few seconds go by. She is suddenly feeling very embarrassed about this. The nipple between his fingers is already erect, and she can feel her pussy beginning to grow wet.
"Not yet. It has been a while since I have guessed a woman's age this way so I need a little more time for a full exploration."
Her face turns bright red as he explores her forbidden to all except her husband body parts. What in the world can I have been thinking of by letting this stranger fondle me in such an intimate manner?
But, he is already there, under her brassiere and inside her panties. Stopping him now after going this far would be pointless. Best to follow through, she decides, and see if he really can guess her age.
“Your breast feels quite young, nice and firm.” The fingers of one hand are gently squeezing her erect nipple, and as he is speaking to her he runs one of the fingers of his other hand smoothly down through her slit without penetrating inside.
“Ooooh.” She is becoming aroused now.
Then as his finger slides up again it dips a little deeper into her slit but still does not completely penetrate her hole.
"Seems to be some youthful tightness there," he says softly as he then goes slightly deeper, causing her to gasp and tremble slightly.
Finally, his finger exits her vaginal canal and lodges on top of her clitoris and remains there. She is already erect.
“Your clitoral response seems to be quite alive and well.”
This feels good and she places her feet further apart to give him even better access. Then, he uses two fingers to catch her clitoris in between and finding it to be big enough, he starts masturbating her clitoris like you would a penis.
“Ooooh damn. “ Moaning, she bites her lower lip and looks away from his face to avoid trying to show him how truly aroused she has become. Forgotten for the moment is his reason for being there.
A full minute goes by while he fondles both her breasts and teases her nipples with one hand while his other hand rubs her clitoris. She starts to ask him again if he can guess her age now and changes her mind. Her pussy is really beginning to lubricate as he inserts first one and then two fingers deeply into her dripping vagina.
"And your juices seem to flow quite freely, definitely the sign of a younger woman."
He is stretching her and she moans softly and her eyes close. She sways slightly, losing her balance, and she reaches out with one hand and steadies herself by holding on to his shoulder as he in effect fucks her with his fingers. She could reach a pretty good orgasm this way if she let this go on long enough, but there's probably no time, and this place is kind of public.
She opens her eyes to make sure that they are still alone. Seeing no one, she closes her eyes again.
He has seen her eyes open, look around and close again and knows that it is smooth sailing from here on. He keeps fingering her, separating his two fingers slightly inside her in order to be stretching her to the max. She seems to be tight, and he has to use a certain level of strength to hold his fingers apart.
She's still holding onto him and panting when she finally says, "Oh...Okay, Aaaah... Okay, how...how old am I?"
"Do you want me to remove my hands first?"
"I...yes, take them out now. You've had enough time."
He grins at her and says, "I have, but what about you? Have YOU had enough time?" As he speaks with a hint of laughter in his voice, he continues to fuck her pussy with the two fingers. His right hand moves faster, plunging in and out of her.
Groaning, she can no longer resist satisfying her curiosity as she reaches between his legs and takes a feel. For 73 years of age, he is erect, very, very erect!
"Rub it for a minute. Get a good feel."
She does, placing her fingers on each side of what feels like a plump penis and starts running her hand up and down to test the length. What a nice cock he seems to have! Her mind goes into a fantasy, of this cock inside her like these fingers.
Only a few moments pass before she suddenly begins to groan louder and almost falls over as she reaches a powerful orgasm. Keeping her going, he continues to stroke deeply into her with one hand while using his left hand to cup her breast and help steady her.
When her orgasm is finished and she has regained normal breathing, he slowly removes his fingers, causing her to let out a little moan. Then he casually rubs the slippery fingers of his right hand together, lifts them and takes a taste.
His left hand is still holding a tit as he smiles and says, "I know for sure now. You are 47."
Stunned, the woman opens her eyes and as she sees his tongue still on his fingers, she says, "That is amazing. How do you know?".
The old man replies, "I was behind you in McDonald's."
Stunned silence.
She knows now that she has been tricked and taken advantage of, but she is the one who has received the most pleasure, at least physically. But mentally, it would undoubtedly be this man. She has the guilt.
Still more silence. She decides not to accuse him of anything.
But his left hand is still on her breast. Embarrassed, she looks around and says, “Someone is going to see us.”
So, reluctantly, he removes his hand and taking her left hand in his right, he turns her around and starts walking.
“Where are we going,” she asks dumbly? She is still in a state of shock over what has just happened and how she had been fooled.
“My place is just one block back,” he answers smoothly. We can finish what we started there.”
And just like that, she was his. His to do with as he pleases, that is, until enough time has elapsed that she needs to get home.
“You live here,” she asks, staring up at the three story building just across the street from the mall she had just left?
“Yes. I purchased one of the units. This one here,” he added, guiding her up one flight of stairs to the front door. The building until recently had been a relic, and at one time had been slated for demolition. But an enterprising builder had purchased the building and converted it into a beautiful building housing four side-by-side condos with each one having three floors.
The renovated building had been the talk of the town a couple of years ago, featured in the local paper and on T.V. Now the wife was about to enter one, and with a strange man whom had just given her an orgasm with his hand.
“It's beautiful,” she exclaimed, looking around at the first floor, mainly one giant living room, all nicely furnished in ancient wood paneling.
“Yes,” he replied. But it's designed more for a bachelor rather than a woman as you can see.”
'Yes," she beamed as she twirled around in a circle, taking it all in. "And I can see that there is a half bath in the back, so that's nice. I really like it."
“And I like you,” he said with a sly smile, and while I show you more of my place, you can show me more of you. While we head up the stairs, I want you to disrobe, piece by piece.”
And she did, By the second floor, her blouse and skirt were off and hanging on the bannister. He showed her the second floor, the kitchen and TV den plus another half bath while he admired the way she looked in a brassiere and panties.
By the time they had climbed a spiral staircase up to the two bedrooms, she was naked save her low heels. She had handed her undies to him, and he had hung them over the bannister on the way up, and she had giggled as she watched her brassiere and panties slide back down the spiral railing and come to a stop on the second floor.
He, in the meantime, had been looking up and admiring her fine firm ass as she ascended his stairs, and also enjoying the view of her vagina from underneath, parting each time she took a step up.
“So this is the bedroom,” she breathed. “It's marvelous. I really like the mirrors...”
“Yes, and you look wonderful reflected in them.” He stood up beside her and admired the way she looked next to him. Two people, the still dressed man slightly taller and with more gray hair then brown. He looked to be in his early 60s to her.
Naked, she stood beside him on his left and stared at the two reflected images. “We look good together, don't we?”
“Yes we do. And pretty soon we'll be seeing how good we are together in bed. And then later, you get to see my full bath.”
"Is that it, behind those doors with the mirrors?"
"Yes. And I can't wait to see you in my shower as we wash each other."
She turned and started to unbutton his shirt. “Now it's my turn. You saw me all the way up those stairs and now I get to see you.”
He grinned broadly. “Well, you already had a good feel at the bus stop, so I know you are expecting a BIG surprise!”
Expectantly, she watched as the shirt, followed by the pants came off and were tossed onto a chair by the bed. She wasn't disappointed when his shorts came off. Already erect, it looked marvelous from her viewpoint of beside him. His testicles looked large too, but as she looked down her attention was riveted upon his prick.
It looked almost like it had been designed to be the perfect cock.
“Let's look in the mirror again,” she said breathlessly, and taking his hand in hers, she turned to the mirror. “Look at us,” she breathed, as she admired not only herself, but the image of the slim built man beside her, with the huge penis that seemed to be pointing right at her.
“Like what you see,” he asked, smiling?
“Yes, but at the moment my eyes seem to be fixated upon your penis.”
She admired it, but he had to take her right hand in his and place it on his cock before she had enough nerve to touch it.
Then guilt hit her. She turned away from the images in the mirror and looked down at the real image to her side. “I...I've never done this, I just want you to know.”
He reached across and raised her left hand. “I noticed the rings. Your husband is waiting for you, I suppose.”
Then she relieved his thoughts that she might be about to back out. “Yes. If I don't get home by five thirty, he will begin wondering where I am. Right now, he's at work.”
The older man looked at his watch. It's just 2:30. You have three hours.”
She smiled. “Yes, I know. A lot can happen in three hours.” She wrapped her fingers further around his cock, and sure enough, they could not touch at the tips. “You're quite large. I've never had...large.”
“How many...”
He had started to ask her how many men, and before he could get it out, she answered. “Only my husband.” Then, as she squeezed his firm erection, which had hardened under her grip, it was her turn to ask. “This thing is really hard. You told me at the bus stop that you are 73. Was that a trick just like your guessing my age?”
“No ma'am. 73 is my real age, and so far, I don't need any pills to get it up like this.”
“And it will stay up? Show me.” Onto the bed she went, and opening her legs wide, she invited him in with one hand.
“Fuck!”
Even now, as she felt the extreme pleasure of his penetrating her, she could not take her eyes off the images of the two figures in the mirrors. She not only could feel the extreme stretching of her vagina, but she could see it at the same time in one of the mirrors.
“It looks like you're going to rip me open!”
The only problem was, he liked to kiss when he enters a woman, and she had her head turned away from him so she could see herself in the mirror. He eased in further, but still not all the way. He had done this with many women, and in almost all cases he had been the largest they had been with.
Over the years he had determined that a slow, prolonged penetration on the initial entry was the most exciting for them, and for him. He had also grown used to the fact that most women seemed fascinated by the sight of their vagina being plundered in a mirror since this was a first for them.
A first to be seeing, and a first to be taking. Later he knew, she might be willing to kiss as she cheats on her man.
“It feels like it too, ripping me, but it feels good...”
Her face was still turned away, looking.
Listening to their moans of pleasure, that is, the ones who were noisy, and their comments about how good his cock felt was music to his ears. He especially enjoyed hearing women say how much better his cock feels compared to their husbands. Sometimes he had to coax it out of them, and sometimes they would talk freely about it.
She, having suddenly been freed from her guilt, was one of the ones who talks freely.
“Before you ask, I'll tell you. This...your cock feels wonderful, better than him, and you know who I mean.”
Yes, wives. They are the most fun of all. He would fuck them silly, then fuck them back to reality and send them on their way. Seldom would he keep one around for any length of time.
“Ewwwwww aaaaah oooooh. Gawd, you've already made me cum and you aren't even all the way into me yet.”
He had gone through two marriages, one for five years, and the second for over twenty. There were three kids between the two marriages, and one of the previous wives, the first, though she had a husband, would come over on occasion for a 'good cock fix.' as she liked to call it. Though he had never talked to her husband, she claimed that her husband knew that she sometimes comes over, to cum.
“Just like that with the front half. I like that. I...I'm going to come again! Aaaaaaaaah (pant pant)”.
So he had been given a good sex life, with a ready supply of women. That is, until now. He had noticed that in recent months, it was getting harder to pick up strange women. Even though he looked closer to maybe 65 then 73, his visible age was probably scaring them off. So this woman, one of the best looking ever and seeming quite intelligent to boot, he planned to treat extra nice, and if things worked out, he hoped to keep her coming back.
“You can watch as I work it in all the way to the bottom, and then, if you don't mind, I'd like to kiss you.”
“Ooooh, I'm sorry,” she said. "I like to kiss too. It's just that this is all so new and...strange to me, and seeing myself in the mirror is like watching a movie, except I can feel what I'm seeing.”
“Here comes the last of it. Watch it baby.”
“Oooh mmmmm I can feel it too, and that's nice.” She had just taken him all the way. Almost eight inches fully inside, plus the inch or two he needed to reach her snatch still showing in the mirror.
He wriggled his ass sideways, making his cock work the walls of her vagina. “Take a good long look at it baby, and then let's kiss and get down to some serious fucking.”
She giggled. “I can feel your big balls rubbing against my ass.”
He nodded. “I'm getting older so my balls tend to hang lower now than they used to.”
“I noticed that. But I like it.”
“Now that my balls are on your ass, are you ready for the kissing and fucking?”
She wanted to kiss, yes. And she wanted to do some serious fucking, but the image in the mirror, at the moment, still held her attention and she wanted to talk about it. “That looks really wild in the mirror.”
“As good as any movies on the subject you have seen?”
She was embarrassed, slightly. “Oh, I haven't really seen all that many, and to be honest, most of what I have seen was when my husband wasn't home and I took a look on the internet.” She raised her legs and wrapped them around his ass. “Mostly what I saw was just short little clips.”
“They always pick a guy who is well hung for those movies. Guys with dicks like that are really in the minority. But still, what did you think when you saw all those cocks that looked larger than your husband?”
She gave her answer slowly, as if thinking hard about it. “I could see that they were larger than my husband, or that it looked like they were, and yes, I know what you are thinking. Did I wonder how they would feel? Yes, I did wonder, but until now I never ever would have...cheated on him.”
“Did you ever play with yourself while watching those clips?”
She did not answer readily, and he knew. “So you did. Tell me what part, what type of scene was your favorite.”
She held his ass loosely with her hands and decided to admit it. “There was one clip, one short movie I especially liked. The girl playing a wife, an innocent wife like me, she was younger of course, and she was watching a plumber under her sink. "
He laughed. "And his crack was showing?"
She giggled. "Yes, his butt crack was showing and she was imagining what he might be like. Of course pretty soon his cock was out, and she was holding it and commenting on how big it was compared to...'
“To her husband?”
“Yes, him. And then, when she took it, she had a really small vagina it looked like and you could see how much he was stretching it.”
“Like now?”
“Yes. Especially like now.”
"So then what happened, in that clip?"
"It was really hot for a minute or two, then they immediately changed to another position, him doing it to her doggy while she was still standing. That didn't seem realistic to me and that spoiled the rest of the clip, but the first part I thought was really hot."
"Yeah, they usually do that, change positions more often than not. I guess they want to show the viewer all the angles. Now tell me, do you want me to change positions, like in those clips?"
"Goodness no. I like it like this, with you on top of me in the Missionary position. It's very romantic."
He laughed as he pumped. "It'll be more romantic for me when we get to kissing. But you go ahead and get the viewing out of your system first, while I enjoy the fucking."
He chuckled and gave her some more slow and long strokes. She sighed and dug her fingers into his ass. Then he needed to know.
“So you said that you never would have cheated, that is, until you put your hand on me at the bus stop and felt my bulge? Is that what made you come home with me?”
“That wasn't it. If I had not felt your bulge I still would have come home with you. By then I was so turned on by the situation that I...that I wanted to see what else might come of it.
If I had not felt that hard cock in your pants I probably would have figured that being 73 you might have trouble getting erect but I would have been willing to do whatever it would take to satisfy us both.”
"Like oral sex and fingering? Stuff like that?"
"Yes. Whatever it took."
He gave her a deep stroke and held it there. “Ready to begin that serious fucking now?”
“YES!” And with that she pulled his head down, and as the passionate kissing began, the lower halves joined in.
Almost two hours later, with a break thrown in, they had experimented in three different positions and also done some 69, something she especially liked as long as she could be on top. So far, she had been able to accommodate his length during everything he had tried, but as yet they had not fucked doggy style.
That was next on the agenda. He was looking forward to seeing her beautiful ass up in the air and pointing back at him as he fucked into her deliciously wet and still tight pussy.
The doggy style, as it turned out, showed that he was just a little too long for her. He was able to penetrate within an inch of giving her all he had, but that inch had to remain outside. His cum though, gallons of it knew where to go as he finally let it go in the doggy, and as she felt him throbbing into her pussy, she giggled and started barking. Just like a dog.
She spent the next fifteen minutes draining cum into his toilet, a toilet she really liked because it also happened to come equipped with a bidet. It felt so good to hit the button and feel the warm water washing her pussy from underneath.
At the moment they were lying side-by-side and she was cuddled up in his arms. “Honey?” He had already earned a pet name from her. “Honey, tell me why your bachelor pad comes equipped with a bidet?”
He smiled. “Well, when I was selecting my décor for the place, that was one of the items on display, so I figured it would be a nice touch.”
“Well, this place is only two years old, so how many women have used it so far?” She giggled.
He hesitated, but only for the briefest second, and then decided not to tell her about the ex-wife that would sometimes come over for a 'cock fix.' If he got something going with this one, he did not want her worrying about another woman she might consider to be competition. So he told her about the other.
“Just one before you. Another housewife that decided to stray. But she was a one-time visitor and then the guilt trip set in.”
“Guilt trip?”
“Yes. The embarrassed and ashamed feeling some women, married women, have after being with a strange man. It usually only hits a woman the first time she does it, if at all.” He looked into her eyes. “How about you? You seem like you will be able to handle it. Is everything alright in your head?”
She sighed. “Yes. I think I can handle it. I'll know for sure once I have seen my husband again and I guess, test my feelings.”
“Any speculation on how that might come out?”
She smiled and caressed his cock. “I think you will still look good in my book.”
“I hope so because I have a question.”
She giggled. “A question” Just one? You've already asked me several.”
“Yes, but this one is different. Different from what we have been talking about, and...” he hesitated, '”different for me.”
“What's that?”
And then came the question. One that he had never really felt a need to ask a woman in the past. “I really like you and I'd kind of like to keep you around. How would you feel about that?”
She misunderstood at first. “Keep me around? You mean leave my husband and live with you?”
'No no. I guess I said that wrong. I meant keep seeing you. This is pretty nice and if you feel the same I'd like you to keep coming over. How do you feel about that?”
She giggled and gave her answer without hesitation. “I'd be glad to keep coming over and keep cumming with you!”
This woman he was feeling very attracted to. Yes, he would treat her extra nice, even take her out if she could get away, and anything she wanted in bed, he would give. He turned his head towards hers. “Kiss me.”
The kiss he received was one of the most passionate ever. Yes, she would keep seeing him, and for a long time.
He especially enjoyed hearing women say how much better his cock felt compared to their husbands. Sometimes he had to coax it out of them, and sometimes they would talk freely about it.
“Before you ask, I'll tell you. This...your big cock feels wonderful, better than him, and you know who I mean.”
Wives. They are the most fun of all. He would fuck them silly, then fuck them back to reality and send them on their way. Seldom would he keep one around for any length of time.
by EroticWriter
A housewife decides to have a facelift for her birthday. Her husband, of course, is reluctant to spend that kind of money on something that might not really work but he finally gives his consent.
Besides, he is thinking, if my wife has a facelift, she will be more appealing to other men, and I like her just fine he way she is. But whatever she wants, she usually gets. So she spends $5,000.00 and after a few days of healing she feels pretty good about the results.
Her husband has told her that there is a noticeable improvement and he thinks that she looks younger, but that she needs to hear it from someone who is not personally involved.
“Don't ask your girlfriends,” he says, “because they already know your true age, and they might lie to you just to avoid hurting your feelings. You need to ask strangers.”
She decides to test a few people to see how she looks to them. She wants to be seen so rather than drive she takes a bus downtown and feels her confidence being boosted when she notices that even the younger men steal glances her way when they don't think she is looking. She does some window-shopping and again notices that more men seem to be staring at her than before she had the face lift.
On her way home she stops at a newsstand to buy a paper. She has to ask someone just to be sure. Before leaving she asks the sales clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"
"Well, a gentleman is not supposed to guess a woman's age, but since you are asking, I'd say about 32 " the clerk replies. "I'm actually 47," the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald’s and asks the counter girl the same question. The counter girl replies, "I'd guess about 29". The woman replies, "Nope, I am 47." Now she is feeling really good about herself.
While waiting for the bus home, there is only one person around, an older man who looks like he is about to wait for the same bus as she. So she asks him the same question.
He replies, "Well, miss,” he says as he squints at her. “I'm 73 and my eyesight is going so I can't see you real well. When I was young, however, there was a sure way to tell how old a woman was. I never missed."
She waited for him to tell her the rest. He just looked at her, and finally she said, "Well, go ahead and tell me, I'm curious. I don't think you can do it."
"Well, I'll tell you miss, now that you ask; if you want me to prove it you need to let me feel your breasts and put my other hand inside your panties. If you do that, I can tell exactly how old you are."
At first she is shocked by his boldness, but as she looks at him, he looks so frail, so kindly, that surely he can't just be some kind of old pervert. "You must be kidding. How could you tell by doing that?"
"It's the truth ma'am. I used to have that ability, and I believe that I still have it. There's only one way to find out."
The woman had gotten her breasts lifted just the year before, and they stood up proudly. Since she had been pumped up by the soft gel method, she figured that he would not be able to tell from feeling them. If anything, her breasts would make her appear much younger. But his hand in her panties? How could he possibly know from that?
They waited in silence on the empty street until curiosity got the best of the woman. Except for some what she considered to be harmless 'fooling around' on the dance floor, she has not been touched by any man other than her husband since their marriage over 25 years ago. She looks at the old man. He seems harmless enough, so she looks around and finally says, "What the hell, go ahead".
Then, as he begins to move, she thinks: 'My gosh, what have I done?' But her pussy, strangely, begins tingling, and instead of stopping him, she actually moves closer.
The old man steps closer to her and meets her eyes with his as he slips his left hand inside her blouse and his fingers deftly slide right under her bra while his other hand smoothly goes up under her skirt and down inside her panties. As he begins to feel around she can feel his hand trembling as he begins caressing her pubic hair with a gentle touch.
His touch, especially on her vagina Is having a greater affect on her then she could have imagined. Though she does not say anything, she wishes that he would go ahead and run his finger inside her.
"Can you tell me how old I am now?" she asks after only a few seconds go by. She is suddenly feeling very embarrassed about this. The nipple between his fingers is already erect, and she can feel her pussy beginning to grow wet.
"Not yet. It has been a while since I have guessed a woman's age this way so I need a little more time for a full exploration."
Her face turns bright red as he explores her forbidden to all except her husband body parts. What in the world can I have been thinking of by letting this stranger fondle me in such an intimate manner?
But, he is already there, under her brassiere and inside her panties. Stopping him now after going this far would be pointless. Best to follow through, she decides, and see if he really can guess her age.
“Your breast feels quite young, nice and firm.” The fingers of one hand are gently squeezing her erect nipple, and as he is speaking to her he runs one of the fingers of his other hand smoothly down through her slit without penetrating inside.
“Ooooh.” She is becoming aroused now.
Then as his finger slides up again it dips a little deeper into her slit but still does not completely penetrate her hole.
"Seems to be some youthful tightness there," he says softly as he then goes slightly deeper, causing her to gasp and tremble slightly.
Finally, his finger exits her vaginal canal and lodges on top of her clitoris and remains there. She is already erect.
“Your clitoral response seems to be quite alive and well.”
This feels good and she places her feet further apart to give him even better access. Then, he uses two fingers to catch her clitoris in between and finding it to be big enough, he starts masturbating her clitoris like you would a penis.
“Ooooh damn. “ Moaning, she bites her lower lip and looks away from his face to avoid trying to show him how truly aroused she has become. Forgotten for the moment is his reason for being there.
A full minute goes by while he fondles both her breasts and teases her nipples with one hand while his other hand rubs her clitoris. She starts to ask him again if he can guess her age now and changes her mind. Her pussy is really beginning to lubricate as he inserts first one and then two fingers deeply into her dripping vagina.
"And your juices seem to flow quite freely, definitely the sign of a younger woman."
He is stretching her and she moans softly and her eyes close. She sways slightly, losing her balance, and she reaches out with one hand and steadies herself by holding on to his shoulder as he in effect fucks her with his fingers. She could reach a pretty good orgasm this way if she let this go on long enough, but there's probably no time, and this place is kind of public.
She opens her eyes to make sure that they are still alone. Seeing no one, she closes her eyes again.
He has seen her eyes open, look around and close again and knows that it is smooth sailing from here on. He keeps fingering her, separating his two fingers slightly inside her in order to be stretching her to the max. She seems to be tight, and he has to use a certain level of strength to hold his fingers apart.
She's still holding onto him and panting when she finally says, "Oh...Okay, Aaaah... Okay, how...how old am I?"
"Do you want me to remove my hands first?"
"I...yes, take them out now. You've had enough time."
He grins at her and says, "I have, but what about you? Have YOU had enough time?" As he speaks with a hint of laughter in his voice, he continues to fuck her pussy with the two fingers. His right hand moves faster, plunging in and out of her.
Groaning, she can no longer resist satisfying her curiosity as she reaches between his legs and takes a feel. For 73 years of age, he is erect, very, very erect!
"Rub it for a minute. Get a good feel."
She does, placing her fingers on each side of what feels like a plump penis and starts running her hand up and down to test the length. What a nice cock he seems to have! Her mind goes into a fantasy, of this cock inside her like these fingers.
Only a few moments pass before she suddenly begins to groan louder and almost falls over as she reaches a powerful orgasm. Keeping her going, he continues to stroke deeply into her with one hand while using his left hand to cup her breast and help steady her.
When her orgasm is finished and she has regained normal breathing, he slowly removes his fingers, causing her to let out a little moan. Then he casually rubs the slippery fingers of his right hand together, lifts them and takes a taste.
His left hand is still holding a tit as he smiles and says, "I know for sure now. You are 47."
Stunned, the woman opens her eyes and as she sees his tongue still on his fingers, she says, "That is amazing. How do you know?".
The old man replies, "I was behind you in McDonald's."
Stunned silence.
She knows now that she has been tricked and taken advantage of, but she is the one who has received the most pleasure, at least physically. But mentally, it would undoubtedly be this man. She has the guilt.
Still more silence. She decides not to accuse him of anything.
But his left hand is still on her breast. Embarrassed, she looks around and says, “Someone is going to see us.”
So, reluctantly, he removes his hand and taking her left hand in his right, he turns her around and starts walking.
“Where are we going,” she asks dumbly? She is still in a state of shock over what has just happened and how she had been fooled.
“My place is just one block back,” he answers smoothly. We can finish what we started there.”
And just like that, she was his. His to do with as he pleases, that is, until enough time has elapsed that she needs to get home.
“You live here,” she asks, staring up at the three story building just across the street from the mall she had just left?
“Yes. I purchased one of the units. This one here,” he added, guiding her up one flight of stairs to the front door. The building until recently had been a relic, and at one time had been slated for demolition. But an enterprising builder had purchased the building and converted it into a beautiful building housing four side-by-side condos with each one having three floors.
The renovated building had been the talk of the town a couple of years ago, featured in the local paper and on T.V. Now the wife was about to enter one, and with a strange man whom had just given her an orgasm with his hand.
“It's beautiful,” she exclaimed, looking around at the first floor, mainly one giant living room, all nicely furnished in ancient wood paneling.
“Yes,” he replied. But it's designed more for a bachelor rather than a woman as you can see.”
'Yes," she beamed as she twirled around in a circle, taking it all in. "And I can see that there is a half bath in the back, so that's nice. I really like it."
“And I like you,” he said with a sly smile, and while I show you more of my place, you can show me more of you. While we head up the stairs, I want you to disrobe, piece by piece.”
And she did, By the second floor, her blouse and skirt were off and hanging on the bannister. He showed her the second floor, the kitchen and TV den plus another half bath while he admired the way she looked in a brassiere and panties.
By the time they had climbed a spiral staircase up to the two bedrooms, she was naked save her low heels. She had handed her undies to him, and he had hung them over the bannister on the way up, and she had giggled as she watched her brassiere and panties slide back down the spiral railing and come to a stop on the second floor.
He, in the meantime, had been looking up and admiring her fine firm ass as she ascended his stairs, and also enjoying the view of her vagina from underneath, parting each time she took a step up.
“So this is the bedroom,” she breathed. “It's marvelous. I really like the mirrors...”
“Yes, and you look wonderful reflected in them.” He stood up beside her and admired the way she looked next to him. Two people, the still dressed man slightly taller and with more gray hair then brown. He looked to be in his early 60s to her.
Naked, she stood beside him on his left and stared at the two reflected images. “We look good together, don't we?”
“Yes we do. And pretty soon we'll be seeing how good we are together in bed. And then later, you get to see my full bath.”
"Is that it, behind those doors with the mirrors?"
"Yes. And I can't wait to see you in my shower as we wash each other."
She turned and started to unbutton his shirt. “Now it's my turn. You saw me all the way up those stairs and now I get to see you.”
He grinned broadly. “Well, you already had a good feel at the bus stop, so I know you are expecting a BIG surprise!”
Expectantly, she watched as the shirt, followed by the pants came off and were tossed onto a chair by the bed. She wasn't disappointed when his shorts came off. Already erect, it looked marvelous from her viewpoint of beside him. His testicles looked large too, but as she looked down her attention was riveted upon his prick.
It looked almost like it had been designed to be the perfect cock.
“Let's look in the mirror again,” she said breathlessly, and taking his hand in hers, she turned to the mirror. “Look at us,” she breathed, as she admired not only herself, but the image of the slim built man beside her, with the huge penis that seemed to be pointing right at her.
“Like what you see,” he asked, smiling?
“Yes, but at the moment my eyes seem to be fixated upon your penis.”
She admired it, but he had to take her right hand in his and place it on his cock before she had enough nerve to touch it.
Then guilt hit her. She turned away from the images in the mirror and looked down at the real image to her side. “I...I've never done this, I just want you to know.”
He reached across and raised her left hand. “I noticed the rings. Your husband is waiting for you, I suppose.”
Then she relieved his thoughts that she might be about to back out. “Yes. If I don't get home by five thirty, he will begin wondering where I am. Right now, he's at work.”
The older man looked at his watch. It's just 2:30. You have three hours.”
She smiled. “Yes, I know. A lot can happen in three hours.” She wrapped her fingers further around his cock, and sure enough, they could not touch at the tips. “You're quite large. I've never had...large.”
“How many...”
He had started to ask her how many men, and before he could get it out, she answered. “Only my husband.” Then, as she squeezed his firm erection, which had hardened under her grip, it was her turn to ask. “This thing is really hard. You told me at the bus stop that you are 73. Was that a trick just like your guessing my age?”
“No ma'am. 73 is my real age, and so far, I don't need any pills to get it up like this.”
“And it will stay up? Show me.” Onto the bed she went, and opening her legs wide, she invited him in with one hand.
“Fuck!”
Even now, as she felt the extreme pleasure of his penetrating her, she could not take her eyes off the images of the two figures in the mirrors. She not only could feel the extreme stretching of her vagina, but she could see it at the same time in one of the mirrors.
“It looks like you're going to rip me open!”
The only problem was, he liked to kiss when he enters a woman, and she had her head turned away from him so she could see herself in the mirror. He eased in further, but still not all the way. He had done this with many women, and in almost all cases he had been the largest they had been with.
Over the years he had determined that a slow, prolonged penetration on the initial entry was the most exciting for them, and for him. He had also grown used to the fact that most women seemed fascinated by the sight of their vagina being plundered in a mirror since this was a first for them.
A first to be seeing, and a first to be taking. Later he knew, she might be willing to kiss as she cheats on her man.
“It feels like it too, ripping me, but it feels good...”
Her face was still turned away, looking.
Listening to their moans of pleasure, that is, the ones who were noisy, and their comments about how good his cock felt was music to his ears. He especially enjoyed hearing women say how much better his cock feels compared to their husbands. Sometimes he had to coax it out of them, and sometimes they would talk freely about it.
She, having suddenly been freed from her guilt, was one of the ones who talks freely.
“Before you ask, I'll tell you. This...your cock feels wonderful, better than him, and you know who I mean.”
Yes, wives. They are the most fun of all. He would fuck them silly, then fuck them back to reality and send them on their way. Seldom would he keep one around for any length of time.
“Ewwwwww aaaaah oooooh. Gawd, you've already made me cum and you aren't even all the way into me yet.”
He had gone through two marriages, one for five years, and the second for over twenty. There were three kids between the two marriages, and one of the previous wives, the first, though she had a husband, would come over on occasion for a 'good cock fix.' as she liked to call it. Though he had never talked to her husband, she claimed that her husband knew that she sometimes comes over, to cum.
“Just like that with the front half. I like that. I...I'm going to come again! Aaaaaaaaah (pant pant)”.
So he had been given a good sex life, with a ready supply of women. That is, until now. He had noticed that in recent months, it was getting harder to pick up strange women. Even though he looked closer to maybe 65 then 73, his visible age was probably scaring them off. So this woman, one of the best looking ever and seeming quite intelligent to boot, he planned to treat extra nice, and if things worked out, he hoped to keep her coming back.
“You can watch as I work it in all the way to the bottom, and then, if you don't mind, I'd like to kiss you.”
“Ooooh, I'm sorry,” she said. "I like to kiss too. It's just that this is all so new and...strange to me, and seeing myself in the mirror is like watching a movie, except I can feel what I'm seeing.”
“Here comes the last of it. Watch it baby.”
“Oooh mmmmm I can feel it too, and that's nice.” She had just taken him all the way. Almost eight inches fully inside, plus the inch or two he needed to reach her snatch still showing in the mirror.
He wriggled his ass sideways, making his cock work the walls of her vagina. “Take a good long look at it baby, and then let's kiss and get down to some serious fucking.”
She giggled. “I can feel your big balls rubbing against my ass.”
He nodded. “I'm getting older so my balls tend to hang lower now than they used to.”
“I noticed that. But I like it.”
“Now that my balls are on your ass, are you ready for the kissing and fucking?”
She wanted to kiss, yes. And she wanted to do some serious fucking, but the image in the mirror, at the moment, still held her attention and she wanted to talk about it. “That looks really wild in the mirror.”
“As good as any movies on the subject you have seen?”
She was embarrassed, slightly. “Oh, I haven't really seen all that many, and to be honest, most of what I have seen was when my husband wasn't home and I took a look on the internet.” She raised her legs and wrapped them around his ass. “Mostly what I saw was just short little clips.”
“They always pick a guy who is well hung for those movies. Guys with dicks like that are really in the minority. But still, what did you think when you saw all those cocks that looked larger than your husband?”
She gave her answer slowly, as if thinking hard about it. “I could see that they were larger than my husband, or that it looked like they were, and yes, I know what you are thinking. Did I wonder how they would feel? Yes, I did wonder, but until now I never ever would have...cheated on him.”
“Did you ever play with yourself while watching those clips?”
She did not answer readily, and he knew. “So you did. Tell me what part, what type of scene was your favorite.”
She held his ass loosely with her hands and decided to admit it. “There was one clip, one short movie I especially liked. The girl playing a wife, an innocent wife like me, she was younger of course, and she was watching a plumber under her sink. "
He laughed. "And his crack was showing?"
She giggled. "Yes, his butt crack was showing and she was imagining what he might be like. Of course pretty soon his cock was out, and she was holding it and commenting on how big it was compared to...'
“To her husband?”
“Yes, him. And then, when she took it, she had a really small vagina it looked like and you could see how much he was stretching it.”
“Like now?”
“Yes. Especially like now.”
"So then what happened, in that clip?"
"It was really hot for a minute or two, then they immediately changed to another position, him doing it to her doggy while she was still standing. That didn't seem realistic to me and that spoiled the rest of the clip, but the first part I thought was really hot."
"Yeah, they usually do that, change positions more often than not. I guess they want to show the viewer all the angles. Now tell me, do you want me to change positions, like in those clips?"
"Goodness no. I like it like this, with you on top of me in the Missionary position. It's very romantic."
He laughed as he pumped. "It'll be more romantic for me when we get to kissing. But you go ahead and get the viewing out of your system first, while I enjoy the fucking."
He chuckled and gave her some more slow and long strokes. She sighed and dug her fingers into his ass. Then he needed to know.
“So you said that you never would have cheated, that is, until you put your hand on me at the bus stop and felt my bulge? Is that what made you come home with me?”
“That wasn't it. If I had not felt your bulge I still would have come home with you. By then I was so turned on by the situation that I...that I wanted to see what else might come of it.
If I had not felt that hard cock in your pants I probably would have figured that being 73 you might have trouble getting erect but I would have been willing to do whatever it would take to satisfy us both.”
"Like oral sex and fingering? Stuff like that?"
"Yes. Whatever it took."
He gave her a deep stroke and held it there. “Ready to begin that serious fucking now?”
“YES!” And with that she pulled his head down, and as the passionate kissing began, the lower halves joined in.
Almost two hours later, with a break thrown in, they had experimented in three different positions and also done some 69, something she especially liked as long as she could be on top. So far, she had been able to accommodate his length during everything he had tried, but as yet they had not fucked doggy style.
That was next on the agenda. He was looking forward to seeing her beautiful ass up in the air and pointing back at him as he fucked into her deliciously wet and still tight pussy.
The doggy style, as it turned out, showed that he was just a little too long for her. He was able to penetrate within an inch of giving her all he had, but that inch had to remain outside. His cum though, gallons of it knew where to go as he finally let it go in the doggy, and as she felt him throbbing into her pussy, she giggled and started barking. Just like a dog.
She spent the next fifteen minutes draining cum into his toilet, a toilet she really liked because it also happened to come equipped with a bidet. It felt so good to hit the button and feel the warm water washing her pussy from underneath.
At the moment they were lying side-by-side and she was cuddled up in his arms. “Honey?” He had already earned a pet name from her. “Honey, tell me why your bachelor pad comes equipped with a bidet?”
He smiled. “Well, when I was selecting my décor for the place, that was one of the items on display, so I figured it would be a nice touch.”
“Well, this place is only two years old, so how many women have used it so far?” She giggled.
He hesitated, but only for the briefest second, and then decided not to tell her about the ex-wife that would sometimes come over for a 'cock fix.' If he got something going with this one, he did not want her worrying about another woman she might consider to be competition. So he told her about the other.
“Just one before you. Another housewife that decided to stray. But she was a one-time visitor and then the guilt trip set in.”
“Guilt trip?”
“Yes. The embarrassed and ashamed feeling some women, married women, have after being with a strange man. It usually only hits a woman the first time she does it, if at all.” He looked into her eyes. “How about you? You seem like you will be able to handle it. Is everything alright in your head?”
She sighed. “Yes. I think I can handle it. I'll know for sure once I have seen my husband again and I guess, test my feelings.”
“Any speculation on how that might come out?”
She smiled and caressed his cock. “I think you will still look good in my book.”
“I hope so because I have a question.”
She giggled. “A question” Just one? You've already asked me several.”
“Yes, but this one is different. Different from what we have been talking about, and...” he hesitated, '”different for me.”
“What's that?”
And then came the question. One that he had never really felt a need to ask a woman in the past. “I really like you and I'd kind of like to keep you around. How would you feel about that?”
She misunderstood at first. “Keep me around? You mean leave my husband and live with you?”
'No no. I guess I said that wrong. I meant keep seeing you. This is pretty nice and if you feel the same I'd like you to keep coming over. How do you feel about that?”
She giggled and gave her answer without hesitation. “I'd be glad to keep coming over and keep cumming with you!”
This woman he was feeling very attracted to. Yes, he would treat her extra nice, even take her out if she could get away, and anything she wanted in bed, he would give. He turned his head towards hers. “Kiss me.”
The kiss he received was one of the most passionate ever. Yes, she would keep seeing him, and for a long time.
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