Tim and I had been married nine years when we became acquainted with an elderly gentleman named Irving.

We met him one day in a bar that we often stopped into after work. He looked lonely and rather lost, so Tim asked him if he’d like to have a drink with us. He accepted, and sat down at our table.

We soon learned that Irving was in his 70s, and had recently moved to the area after his wife passed away, following a long illness. We expressed our sympathy and changed the subject, telling him about our business and so on. He asked how long we’d been married and if we had kids. We explained that I was unable to have children, but that our work kept us busy. All and all we had a nice conversation, and as we left we told him we hoped we’d see him again.

We did see him again in that bar, quite often, until we got to know him well enough to invite him over to our home for dinner every so often. He was always pleasant company, and always offered to help with the dinner dishes, refusing to take no for an answer.

One night I ran into Irving when I stopped in at the bar alone. He asked where Tim was and I told him he was in Chicago on a business trip. Irving said I must be lonely, and insisted on taking me out for dinner on Friday night, adding that I would be doing him a favor too, as Friday was the anniversary of his wife’s death, and he didn’t want to be alone.

I felt I couldn’t turn him down, but I accepted reluctantly, knowing that I would have to put off my planned get-together with Ronald that night. Ronald was my tennis instructor, and he had been trying to get in my pants for nearly a year. This was the first time both our spouses had been out of town at the same time, and I’d been looking forward to giving him what he’d been after. But I figured he would still be available on Saturday night, so he would just have to hold onto his load until then.

Irving picked me up Friday evening and took me out to an upscale dinner club, where he’d made reservations and even pre-ordered a bottle of my favorite wine, which was chilled and waiting at our table. We had a wonderful meal, and I had a really enjoyable time with him. After dinner he ordered up another bottle of wine, which I ended up drinking most of, as he stuck mainly to coffee, since he was the one driving.

I was feeling really good by the time we left the place, and was even thinking of giving my favorite sex toy a workout once I got home, as the wine had made me really horny. But as we were saying good night outside my house, I felt sorry for Irving again and found myself inviting him in for a nightcap.

More wine was just what I didn’t need, but hell, I was home, so I figured a little more couldn’t hurt me. I told Irving to have a seat in the den while I got glasses and a chilled bottle, then sat beside him on the short sofa. Irving uncorked the bottle and poured while I watched, thinking what a handsome man he still was, even now. Of course there was a vast age difference between us — I had just turned 29, and I knew Irving’s 75th birthday was only a couple of months away. Still, there was something alluring about him, and I guessed he had been a real lady killer in his day.

I had known him long enough to feel totally relaxed around him, and I didn’t notice that the hemline of my dress had risen above the lacy tops of my thigh-high stockings when I sat down, until I realized that Irving was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from my legs. I tugged my skirt down a little, saying, “I’m sorry, Irving. I’m not being very ladylike, am I?”

He just looked at me for a moment, and then he said, “Please don’t cover up on my account, Alice. I haven’t seen anything as lovely as your legs for so long, I forgot how beautiful a woman’s body is.”

I knew it was the wine that was making me do it, but his words pleased me so much that I reached down and raised my skirt high enough to expose my skimpy white lace panties to his gaze. I knew the thin silk panel at my crotch would be stretched tautly against my damp, bulging pussy lips, a sight that had driven a lot of men wild in the past, though I didn’t know if it would be anything more than eye candy to this older person.

I soon found out, however. Irving took my blatant display as an invitation to explore further, and a heartbeat later his fingers were caressing my crotch as an inhuman sound came from his open mouth. Then just as quickly he jerked his hand away, saying, “Oh my God, Alice, I think I just touched a little piece of heaven! If you weren’t a married woman I’d be all over you right now, but I think I’d better leave before I make a complete fool out of myself.”

I put my hand on his shoulder, pulling him back down as he started to stand up. “Yes, I’m married,” I said. “But I’m also a lonely woman right now, Irving. Don’t go and leave me alone.”

He looked somewhat shocked. “No, Alice,” he said, rather breathlessly. “Your body belongs to Tim.”

“Listen,” I said. “This body is mine, and my pussy is mine, and I choose who I allow to have access to them. Right now I’m choosing to give you that privilege, if you would like to stay with me tonight.”

“But what about Tim?” Irving said.

“We’re not going to tell Tim anything,” I replied. “This will be our secret, and only the two of us will ever know about it. One amazing thing about the vagina is that it can’t talk. It can’t say, ‘Hey, Tim, your friend Irving was over here playing with me while you were away.’”

Irving stared at me.

“Look, it really isn’t any of my business,” he said, “but have you ever messed around on Tim before?”

“Yes, Irving,” I told him. “I have cheated on my husband many times. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. I love him more every day, but I enjoy getting a little on the side too. Okay?”

Irving embraced me then, kissing me as tenderly as I’d ever been kissed as his hand returned to my crotch, to discover that my panties were soaked with my hot slippery secretions. Our lips parted, and he moaned as his finger wormed its way under my panties. “My God, lady, you’re so warm and juicy down there. I’d love to eat your pussy, will you let me do that?” I told him I’d love to have him eat my pussy, but that we should go upstairs and get naked first.

Once in my bedroom I slipped off my dress, then sat down to remove my hose while Irving ripped at his clothing, saying, “Please, Alice, please let me finish undressing you.” I stood watching as he stripped himself naked, after which he looked me up and down, saying, “My God, Alice, you are any man’s dream!” He embraced me again as his hands went around to release the hooks of my bra. When he drew back he slipped the bra off, exposing my full breasts. “My God!” he said again. “Those must be at least a C-cup.”

I told him he was right; my tits were a perfect 36C. Irving fondled and squeezed them gently, then bent to suck and nibble on my swollen nipples, until I said, “I thought you were going to eat my pussy.”

At that point he went down on his knees, slowly pulling my panties down to expose my curly, neatly trimmed blonde bush and my long pink pussy lips, dripping with anticipation. He then told me to lie across the bed, which I did, spreading my legs for him as far as I could. He didn’t dive in instantly, but licked and nibbled teasingly around the entire area for several minutes before his hot tongue traced over each of my labia with a feather-like touch, avoiding my clitoris until I nearly screamed for him to eat all of me. Suddenly his mouth covered my vulva and his tongue began to flutter rapidly, bringing me to orgasm not once but twice, before I actually passed out.

When I regained my senses I was in the center of the bed, with Irving holding my legs back as he moved into position between my thighs. I was pleasantly surprised to feel him nudging the head of his erect cock between the petals of my sex, then slipping it easily into the snug sheath of my vagina. I looked up to see a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he held himself still, keeping himself embedded to the balls in my pussy for a full minute.

Finally he started moving slowly in and out of me, still retaining that expression of bliss. I knew instinctively that he wanted to make this last as long as possible, so I let him set the pace, moving with him, enjoying the intimacy between us. He was nicely hung, with about six inches of rather thick man meat that was quite surprisingly firm. I had been prepared to suck his flaccid cock until he reached orgasm, which I had done a couple of times before when a man hadn’t been able to attain an erection. But in Irving’s case it had not been necessary.

Irving fucked me for well over half an hour before his face began to turn bright red and his breathing became ragged. A short time later he went rigid, and I felt his cock jerk and throb in my cunt for a good 15 seconds.

He fell off to my side then, drifting off to sleep seconds after saying, “Thank you, angel.” I was off to dreamland myself a few minutes later, with this wonderful man’s semen oozing slowly from my contented pussy.

I awoke at five the next morning, slipping quietly out of bed to go to the bathroom and take a shower. I dried my hair and brushed my teeth, then returned to find Irving sleeping on his back, with a lovely erection sticking up from his crotch. Just the sight of it made my juices flow. I carefully raised my leg over him, lifting his stiff pole and aligning it with my pussy, then slowly lowered my body until I had him completely inside me. Supporting my body weight with my knees, I began rocking gently back and forth, until suddenly his eyes flew open. I smiled down at him, saying, “Good morning, lover.”

“Good morning yourself, lady,” he said, kind of hoarsely. “Damn, I guess last night wasn’t a dream after all. And that, my young friend, is the best wake-up call I’ve ever had in my life.”

“My pleasure,” I replied, still smiling. “Now you just lie there and enjoy yourself while I fuck you this time.” I continued to rock slowly, seeking the perfect position in which my G-spot would be stimulated by the head of his cock. I found it quickly and began to move faster, developing the rhythm I found most pleasurable as I felt a deep vaginal orgasm slowly begin to build.

Irving’s erection grew stronger after he woke up a little, his glans massaging my inner hot spot even more firmly. As I moaned he reached up to fondle my breasts, saying, “Damn, I’ve never had my hands on such perfect boobs before. They’re so firm and awesome!” He teased my hard nipples with his fingers, which made me moan more loudly. As I felt myself nearing the bursting point, I forced myself to go on moving at the same slow, steady pace, savoring my pleasure to the last second.

When it came it hit me like a bolt of lightning. My body spasmed wildly, and my pussy contracted again and again as I ejaculated my feminine juices, shooting about a quarter of a cup of clear sticky fluid.

Irving’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he exclaimed, “You squirted, Alice! My God, you squirted your come everywhere! God I love it! I’ve never seen a woman do that before.” I was still trying to recover my breath, so I just nodded and smiled at him. Then, when I could move again, I set out to give him the orgasm he deserved.

He was closer to his release then I had realized, however, and he reached his peak about a minute later. I contracted my inner muscles, milking the semen from his throbbing prick, which then quickly deflated, slithering instantly out of my soggy cunt.

After that we took a shower together, and I fixed Irving breakfast. When he asked if we could do this again, I told him I would give him sex any time he wanted it, as long as we could do it without Tim suspecting anything. He then asked if he could come back after dinner that evening, maybe around nine.

Of course that night was the night I had my appointment with Ronald, who I had already put off from the previous night. Not wanting Irving to know about Ronald, I told him I was going to a movie with a girlfriend, but that he could call me in the morning and I’d see what I could arrange. He thanked me from the bottom of his heart for everything, and then left. It was a great night.

That night I met Ronald, following him to a motel, where he fucked me senseless. He was only 22 and very well hung, with a thick eight-inch cock that wouldn’t stop getting hard. We did it every way we knew, and I finally went home at two in the morning, falling right into bed after having been fucked seven times. I slept until nine the next day, and was awakened by Irving calling me up. The first thing he said was, “Has your girlfriend gotten dressed and gone home yet?”

“What? I said “What are you talking about?”

“Listen, Alice,” Irving said. “I don’t believe that girlfriend story you gave me for a second — especially after I read the note by the phone in your kitchen.”

“Note?” I said. “What note?”

“The one that said ‘Ronald’ on it,” he said. “With a phone number. The one that had ‘Friday night’ scratched out, and ‘Saturday 7:30’ written under it. Is that Ronald from the country club? I hope he can use his cock as well as he does his tennis racket.”

I sighed. “Okay, so you busted me,” I told him. “But you can’t say anything to Tim without getting your own ass in a sling.”

“Look, I’m not planning to say anything to anybody,” Irving said then. “I was just wondering if you could help me realize my oldest fantasy, but I will understand if you say no.”

“What fantasy is that, Irving?” I asked him.”

“Well,” he said slowly, “I’ve always wanted to do it to a woman right after she’s been with another man. You know, before she cleans herself up.”

I laughed. “What the hell,“ I said. “Come on over. I’ve still got Ronald’s come inside me, but I’ve got to warn you, he did me seven times and it’s a real mess down there.”

“Don’t touch a thing,” Irving said. “I’ll be right over.”

And he was.