The Love We Had Pt. 01

"Really?... I'm happy for you, although I'm not sure if I want to know too much about him."

Gwen shrugged her shoulders, partly sad that her husband obviously still wasn't concerned about her sleeping with another man, but mainly excited at the thought of meeting John, a forty two year-old divorcee who she'd been chatting to, both online and more recently on the phone -- and who she fancied like crazy,

"You really don't mind?... If you're honestly okay with it, I'll arrange for him to come over next Wednesday when there's a football match on for you to watch."

Harry silently cheered inside. At last he could get on with his life, having all the benefits of a comfortable life with a great wife and cook whilst carrying on an affair with his gorgeous work colleague who gave him the kind of mind-blowing sex he'd never come close to with Gwen,

"That'll be fine. I'll make sure to keep out of your way."

Gwen shrugged her shoulders again,

"Thanks, I'll let you know what time he'll be arriving when I've arranged it.

With that, she turned and headed toward the living room. The nervous excitement of the thought of sharing her body with a man other than her husband for the first time in over forty years inevitably caused her neglected pussy to begin moistening once again and pushed any thoughts of doubt or remorse to the back of her mind.

Unknown to Harry, she knew exactly what she'd be getting. For the last few nights, she had been on Skype with her prospective lover, sharing her most intimate desires with him and watching excitedly as he exposed his beautiful, hard cock and naked body to her for her appraisal. Eventually, last night, she'd stripped naked for him and, with her legs wide apart in front of the webcam, she'd masturbated with her fingers, nervously showing her hairy pussy and slightly sagging tits and hoping he liked what he saw. Thankfully he had, begging her to meet him so he could fuck the living daylights out of her as he came all over his hand at the same time as she came violently on her own fingers whilst pressing her other hand against her mouth to muffle the excited scream she couldn't prevent. Now all she had to do, was contact John again and arrange their sexual liaison...

Chapter 3

Three days, three long, confusing, days of mental turmoil. That's what Gwen experienced before her first meeting. Did she really want to go through with it? Should she cancel? Her mind seemed to change by the minute before finally deciding to take the chance of sexual fulfilment. She'd re-organised the spare bedroom several times, removing any family photos; buying new black satin sheets -- she'd always looked good in black against her white skin and blonde hair; having her hair done and the colour touched up; even shaving her pussy completely bald that morning -- something she hated but had read was the preference of men nowadays. Now was the moment.

Bang on time, the front door-bell rang. She'd decided it was pointless putting too many clothes on when they both knew what he was there for, and was just wearing her silk kimono over black stockings and high heels when she opened the door to her soon-to-be lover. He was taller than expected, and despite her determination not to compare him to her husband, she couldn't help but notice how much better and fitter than Harry he looked dressed casually in jeans and bomber jacket.

"Hi, John, come in." She greeted him nervously, making to shake his hand -- a ridiculous instinct considering what he was there for, and swiftly replaced by a peck on the cheek that he immediately turned into a warm, sexy kiss that instantly broke the ice and sent waves of expectant pleasure shooting through her,

"Would you like a drink?" Her shaking voice evidence of just how nervous she was, she invited him past her and into the hallway

"Oh, I don't think so, Gwen. We both know why I'm here and I just can't wait to get at your gorgeous body."

His self-confidence, obviously born by having had several meets like this, was undoubtedly infectious, and brought a nervous giggle from her,

"Okay then, let's go up if you're sure... I'm so much looking forward to it too."

Her awkward bravado brought on another nervous giggle as she took his hand and led him through the hallway and up the stairs to the well-prepared bedroom,

"My God, I'm so nervous. As I've told you, this is my first time doing this sort of thing, and I'm a wreck."

John could clearly see just how nervous she was, she was shaking like a leaf as she led him into the bedroom. Immediately taking command of the situation, he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, his tongue gently probing until her mouth opened and welcomed him properly. Delighted when her soft body melted against his in an open display of sexual submission and longing as she returned his kiss enthusiastically, he gently eased her kimono off her shoulders and left her standing in front of him dressed only in sexy black stockings and high heels,

"Fucking hell, Gwen, you're even more gorgeous in the flesh."

Her whole body flushing a deep pink, she giggled girlishly before laying back on the smooth black sheet and coquettishly raising one knee to hide her freshly shaved and perfumed vagina from his gaze,

"Please John, please hurry... I need this so much, I haven't had real sex for a lifetime and I'm desperate to be fucked... We can talk later, but right now I want to be a dirty sex-mad slut, so just get undressed and fuck me as hard and for as long as you promised."

The obscene words of desire tumbling uncontrollably from her lips even shocked Gwen. She'd never imagined she would be able to talk like that to a virtual stranger, certainly not whilst laying almost naked on her bed in front of him whilst her husband was downstairs watching television, but she was so horny all reason and inhibition had been tossed aside as easily as her kimono had.

John laughed out loud. He'd easily deduced just how horny his latest older lady was over the previous few days, and now she was confirming his expectations by laying almost naked in front of him within minutes of their meeting. He liked older ladies. He liked older married ladies even more. They were usually neglected by their husbands in the bedroom department and, like Gwen, desperate for the kind of dirty sex they'd been fantasising about for years.

Chuckling softly, Gwen's soon-to-be lover, quickly undressed. Despite her pre-determination not to compare her husband with her new, much younger lover, she was thrilled with what she saw. His body delighted her. Yes she'd seen him naked on the webcam, but in the flesh, he was so much firmer and toned than her long-time spouse. Involuntarily licking her lips, she eagerly watched until he was naked and approaching the bed, thrilling at the sight of his cock and his swollen balls hanging tightly beneath it. Already hard and strong, it stood proudly in front of him as he advanced between her legs, before pulling them apart forcefully -- exactly as she'd intimated she enjoyed in their online conversations,

"My God, Gwen, you naughty bitch, you've shaved especially for me... Mm-mm, you really have a gorgeous cunt, I can't wait to taste it."

On the bed, Gwen squirmed in excitement at his words. Dirty talk had always turned her on, and now, with the first man other than her gynaecologist who had seen her so open in over forty years expressing his appreciation of her naked vagina, or cunt, as he called it, she began to ooze from her womanly gash as it flowered and spread like an expectant bride's,

"Oh fuck, John... Yes please. Please taste my nasty old cunt... Lick me and get me ready for your gorgeous cock."

A loud squeal of delight echoed around the room when she felt the first touch of his rough tongue on her sensitive, swollen clitoris. He was good at this, firstly licking her, then suckling her little nub as it stood at least twice its normal size between the soft, puffy lips of her sopping cunt. Several minutes of attention to her clit almost took Gwen over the top, but he seemed to know exactly when to stop, when to tease her. Just as she was about to climax, he would release her throbbing stem and kiss and probe the cavity beneath, his tongue invading her and lapping at her juices as they ran copiously from within her. She was loving it, even when his tongue scraped across her back door and gently probed that tight little virgin hole -- an unexpected pleasure she'd never experienced before, and one that brought another loud moan from her lips as she almost climaxed once again.

"Oh my God, John... What are you doing to me?... Enough... Please... I want your cock when I cum... I haven't had one for so loooong..."

Her moans died in her throat as he quickly raised himself above her and enveloped her mouth with his own in a passion-filled, tongue-mashing kiss that lasted for ages as their groins rubbed together wantonly

"Condom?"

His simple question made her think for barely a second before she gasped,

"They're in the drawer if you really want one... But I trust you, and I really want you to cum deep inside my naughty, married cunt... I haven't felt that for years, so please... Just fuck me like a dirty whore..."

Her lover didn't need a second invitation, and with one smooth push, buried himself to the hilt in her warmth.

"Oh Fuck... Oh my God... I'm cumming... Fuckkkk..."

One stroke, one thrust of a real, throbbing cock deep into her clasping vagina was all it took to drive Gwen over the edge and finish the climax he'd been building in her ever since he'd started to lick and suck on her cunt just a short while before. Her loud scream; her body thrashing about beneath him almost brought John to his own summit too. Almost, but not quite. Showing remarkable restraint, he kept his pulsing cock deep in her grasping pussy, allowing her to slowly calm down before slowly beginning to saw in and out of her flooded cavity.

Slowly getting her breath back, Gwen began moving with him, moaning with appreciation into his mouth as their lips met in another sloppy, sensual, kiss. This time it was her turn to tease him. Alternately gripping and releasing his cock with the muscles she'd developed using her various vibrators and dildos over the years, she wrapped her arms and legs around his back, pulling him ever deeper into her.

Their pace gradually increasing; their kisses becoming even more ardent and demanding; were pushing John to the very limits of his admirable self-control. Inevitably, and all too soon, he felt his hot seed begin the climb up his shaft and seek escape from his hot balls and into his lover's eagerly waiting vagina,

"Fuckkkk... I'm nearly there... Cum with me, Gwen... Cum with me... Oh Fuckkkk..."

Her new lover's moans of ecstasy inspired Gwen to her own zenith for the second time, this one even longer and more exquisite than her first. Pulling her body against his as hard as she could, she matched him thrust for thrust until she literally screamed at the top of her voice as she joined him in the kind of mutual climax most couples could only dream about before they both collapsed gasping for breath in a heap of sweat-soaked, salacious, nakedness...

*****

Chapter 4

7:30 the following morning, a naked Gwen brazenly kissed her lover goodbye as they stood in her open doorway in full view of anyone who may be passing. Truth be told, hers and Harry's house was so remote at the bottom of a cul-de-sac that the chances of anyone passing by and catching her in the arms of her lover was improbable in the extreme, but even if they'd been on the High St. at lunchtime, she was feeling so euphoric and satisfied she wouldn't have worried in the slightest.

John had arrived bang on 8pm the night before, and by 9 she'd been fucked and licked to two orgasms that had blown her mind. Over the rest of the night, they'd dozed, then fucked, then dozed, then played around a bit before fucking again, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms in the early hours. She'd woken first, about an hour ago, and surprised herself by sucking him to hardness as he slept and continuing until he came in her mouth - the first time in her life she had ever done that for a man, but after delivering everything he'd promised beforehand, she'd felt she owed him something in return and that was the best thing she could think of.

The morning blow-job had made him late -- he had work that day and had to go home to get changed -- so late, he didn't even have the time for a shower. That little detail, and the fact that he desperately wanted to see her again any time she wanted, convinced her he was totally genuine and not hiding a wife and kids somewhere. That was something that would have worried her. She didn't want to be responsible for problems in other people's marriage's, even if her and Harry were okay with her having sex outside their marriage.

Closing the door, she almost skipped into the kitchen to prepare Harry's breakfast before he went to work. To her surprise, her husband was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading his morning paper, looking up when he heard her enter the room.

"Enjoy yourself?"

There wasn't even a hint of sarcasm or anger in his voice, instead he chuckled warmly as he took in her nakedness and bed-head of hair that was testament to her exertions the night before.

She giggled like a naughty schoolgirl, slipping around the table and sitting across his knees,

"Oh my God, Harry... Thank you so much... It was ... Fantastic. I came so hard, and so many..."

Laughing loudly, he stopped her,

"Yes, I know... you were screaming so loud, I had to turn the bloody television volume up... Now get off my knee before any of his cum runs out of you and ruins my suit... And go get a shower, you smell like a dirty whore."

Blushing the full length of her body, she giggled again, absolutely shameless about her nakedness and the fact she was discussing being fucked by another man with her husband. Brazenly, she kissed him, forcing her tongue deep into his mouth in search of his,

"Bah, yuck... Fucking hell Gwen, I can bloody taste him, "He laughed, pushing her off his knees and onto the floor before taking a huge gulp of coffee, "Now fuck off and clean yourself, you dirty bitch."

Once again, his voice was full of humour with not a hint of jealousy as he pushed her away and swatted her naked backside before she ran giggling out of the kitchen.

Harry chuckled to himself as he watched her lovely naked bottom disappear, gently massaging his rock-hard cock through his trousers. Reaching for his phone, he rang the number of the secret mobile he'd given his assistant ages ago,

"Hi, fancy meeting at the usual place before we go to work? I'm as horny as fuck, and I want you...Right now..."

*****

Over the next few weeks, Gwen met John many times before they both decided their relationship had come to its natural conclusion and they said their goodbyes after a long weekend of exhausting sex in a hotel they'd arranged with the full agreement of her husband. She had no regrets, but having taken the plunge once, she decided that she wasn't getting any younger and wanted more variety in her new-found sex-life. So, she began going online again and looking for a new lover to satisfy her needs.

Regular sex with John had cheered her up immeasurably, even to the point that she was getting along with Harry much better than she had for years. They'd even made love a few times. That had started one Sunday morning after he'd brought her to a lovely orgasm with his tongue and fingers, while she'd been sucking his cock with all the new expertise she'd practised with her lover. Surprising the both of them, Harry's cock rose to its full glory in her mouth and, not wanting to waste the opportunity, she'd enthusiastically climbed aboard.

They'd made love slowly, savouring every moment in a totally different way to what they both experienced with their respective lovers. Slow, sensual movements; much kissing and caressing; different but no less enjoyable; gently they climbed to the peak. It was more satisfying than either of them could remember their lovemaking being in the past, more fulfilling even. Maybe its because that's what it was, making love and not just frantic fucking for the sake of satisfying their lust. Whatever it was, they both agreed that her having a lover had rejuvenated their marriage far more than any guidance counsellor could have done.

"Harry, would you mind if I fucked a black man?"

Her question as they lay relaxing after one of their now regular Sunday morning frolics, woke Harry from his post-coital slumber. Wow, that was left field. She's never shown any interest in interracial sex before, so why now. Does she want a huge cock? I mean, I'm almost 8 inches, and John certainly is around that from what she's told me, so how much bigger does she want? Keeping his innermost thoughts to himself, he replied cautiously, grinning at her as she gazed into his eyes,

"I don't think so. Why? Do you fancy a huge cock or something? Being as you're now a hot-wife and a horny bitch... Aren't mine and John's enough for you?"

They'd been talking about what her and John got up to for weeks, both of them finding it a turn-on for their own refreshed sex-life, so openly discussing something like this was not as strange as people may think.

Squeezing his balls hard enough to cause him to yelp in surprise, she chuckled,

"No, you cheeky bugger... It's just that I've been chatting online to one and he seems very nice... And I haven't seen his cock yet, so I've no fucking idea what size it is, so there."

"Ouch, you bitch," Chuckling he cried out when she squeezed his balls even harder, "Okay, okay, I'm fine with it if that's what you want... Now stop trying to mangle my balls will you..."

Noticing that he'd stiffened in her hand in obvious excitement at the thought of her with a black lover, she teased,

"Mm-mm, maybe you'd like to watch this time? See a young black man fuck your old wife like it should be done?... Is that what's turning you on, you kinky old man?"

"Fuck, you're a dirty bitch nowadays," He chuckled, roughly pushing her onto her back and entering her for the second time in little over an hour with one long, smooth thrust, "Maybe... I don't know. It does sound interesting, but I'm not sure... It may just be a step too far for my old-man's brain to take in, What about you?... and what about him, wouldn't he object?"

Moaning in appreciation of their slowly increasing copulation, she gasped mischievously,

"Oh God, no... I'd love it... And he loves it too when the husband's watching... even joining in... Oh fuck, Harry this is so good, I love you so much, you filthy-minded old man..."

"Fuck, you really are a horny cow... You've already discussed this with him, haven't you?"

Beneath him, Gwen pulled him tightly against her writhing body, her cunt squeezing his cock with all her might as she strove to take them both to a wonderful, mutual orgasm,

"Yes...Yes... I really am a horny cow, and I love you so much... I'd get so turned on knowing you were watching me get fucked by a big black cock... Sucking you at the same time... Maybe even taking my virgin arsehole while he fucked my sloppy old cunt... Would you like that baby?... Would you enjoy fucking me back there, feeling another man's cock in my cunt?... Oh my God, Harry... C'mon baby, come in mamma's nasty old cunt... I'm cumming... I'm cumminggggg"