I have known her, rather seen her from the time I was about fifteen. The house next door was a sort of guest house of the owner of a large firm. He used to come and stay there when he came to visit the city. After a while he was accompanied a beautiful lady whom I admired, nay worshipped from the day I laid my eyes on her. She had a gorgeous figure with perfect golden skin and long lustrous hair. Marvellous buttocks were matched by big round boobs that strained her dress. She had the kind of face that was classically pretty so that it continued to look great even as she grew old.
I was a couple of years older when his visits started becoming less frequent. In a year’s time the fine gentleman stopped coming to the house altogether but the lady took permanent residence. I was always under the impression that she was his wife. But my impression was proved wrong by a chance conversation that I heard between my father and mother.
“Are you sure you will be transferred soon?” asked my mother in hushed tones not wanting me who was supposed to be sleeping next door to hear.
“Yes”
“What will we do with Dan?”
“Let him stay in the house. He has two more years to complete his studies, isn’t it?”
“I don’t like the idea”
“Why not? It is our own house and he is now old enough to look after himself. In fact didn’t he come of age a couple of months back?”
“I am worried about the bitch next door”
“What of her? She already has her own house which she hoodwinked from that bastard. And I hear that she is now after a wealthy old widower who doesn’t have children but still has more matter in his penis than his brains”
“I don’t like the way she looks at Dan. As though she is hungry.” My ears perked at that. Did she? That must have been the strange looks that she had been giving me of late. I always felt sort of excited when she was around and my pecker started generally misbehaving.
“Hungry? Ha. She wouldn’t jeopardize her chances with the widower by playing with somebody who is no more than a child.”
“That is there. But I hope she doesn’t see Dan naked. If he is built anything like you she may still deem it worthwhile to take the risk” Oh, ho. That was interesting. Maybe I would make the first move when my parents were off. Couple of my classmates had admired it in the locker room. But they were not the kind you would want to be seen associated with if you want to be popular with the ladies and I had sort of ignored the comments.
“Thanks for the compliment. Do you want to suck the thing that you seem to be so much in awe off?”
“Don’t change the subject”
“I am not changing the subject. But I don’t want to talk of Farah and Dan. I want your beautiful mouth around my pecker”
“OK. A bit of experience wouldn’t do him any harm I suppose”
“Any way we are there to help him pick up the pieces if he is burnt. Ah, that is great!” I went to the bathroom to masturbate when I started hearing slurping sounds and grunts come from their bedroom.
What both of them said came to pass in the following year. My parents got transferred but Farah - now I knew her name - hardly even acknowledged me as she was busy working the old gentleman around her ring finger. In a month’s time they got married and went on a prolonged honey moon to Europe. By the time they came back she was looking radiant and he a bit tired. Over the next few months the two of them were like two lovesick kids and spent most of their time in the house. But he started looking more and more tired until hardly one year after their marriage he had a massive heart attack and died leaving all his wealth to his newly wedded wife Farah.
My parents came down for the funeral on Farah’s insistence,
They said “Poor bastard, what a sad ending”.
I thought lucky bugger. This is how you fuck yourself to death. His last year on earth must have been the best in his life. He had a wife who gave him her full and undivided attention and as far as I could see took care of all his wishes and made him happy.
For the next month I hardly saw her. She wore black, took part in the church proceedings and behaved as decorously as a newly widowed lady should.
Then I suddenly saw her in her house - and quite a lot of her at that. I had moved my bedroom to my parent’s in the hope of catching a glimpse of her naked or making love to the old gentleman, but I did not. Obviously she was in a different bedroom altogether. Then one night I saw the light come on in the adjacent bedroom and her silhouette through the thin curtains. Nobody could see the bedroom except me. I had heard about the ancient pastime of shadow plays in the orient and here I was watching one live! I saw a strip tease first as she slowly removed her dress. Then she reclined on her bed and started what looked like fingering herself. After a while she got up, went to the dressing table, took something, came back to the bed and spreading her legs wide inserted the thing between her legs. She fucked herself until she arched back and stayed there for a moment before collapsing on to the bed. Then she slowly raised the thing in her hand and licked it for a few minutes. After that the light was switched off and the show was over.
I thought it must have been an accident but I had to change my opinion early the next morning. When I woke up her curtains were open and now I could directly see her undressing. She again took her time and was directly facing me. Although things were not clear I could not but be impressed by her hourglass figure, the flaring buttocks, the big boobs that sagged only a little. Her thatch seemed to be neatly trimmed and her buttocks when she turned around was big, smooth, inviting. Then with a little jiggle of all her assets she walked into the bathroom. At first I was too confused to do more than watch but as she turned around I broke off my trance and quickly removed my dress to take my by now massive cock in my hands. I sat there imagining what was happening in the bathroom masturbating furiously. I was too engrossed in what I was doing as I approached orgasm to notice her coming out of the bathroom. But when I looked up again she was there watching me and my cock with great interest as she once again played with her pussy. When she saw me looking at her she smiled a Cheshire smile, waved at me and then stood up to dress. After she left the room I also got up for a bath.
I didn’t see or hear from Farah till the next evening - in fact night to be precise. She called up to ask whether I would be willing to do a small favour for her?
I was quite happy to. But wanting to appear nonchalant I took a bit of time to get ready and go across to her house. She had switched off the lights outside her house and any one else would have found it hard to walk up to her front door. But many were the time I had mentally walked up to her door and I knew every inch of the way in my mind’s eye. I had hardly rung the bell before she opened the door and took me through a darkened living room to a lighted bedroom beyond. The bedroom that faced mine.
My heart was beating with excitement. I looked around the bedroom. It was very cosy with a very fluffy bed. There was a dildo and some oil on the dresser. The dildo I had seen her using yesterday, I concluded. By the time I concluded my survey I found that she had started undoing her dress.
” I want you to massage me” she said pulling her t-shirt over her head revealing her glorious boobs.
“You can take that bottle of oil” she said removing her skirt and standing in all her naked beauty.
I hastened to obey. My hands shook as I opened the bottle.
“I think you had better take off your clothes too” she said starting to remove the buttons of my jeans.“Otherwise your jeans will be full of oil”
As she pulled my jeans down she deliberately slid her hands over my tented crotch and I gasped into the t-shirt I was removing. She hooked her hand into my briefs and I heard it tear in half. “Real men don’t wear briefs when ladies are around” she commented throwing the offending garment into a corner. She then felt my pecker with a satisfied smile and looked me up and down “You will do” she said cryptically turning her back on me
“Now take the oil and rub it in” I spread the oil on both my hands and instead of applying it on her back put my arms around her curvaceous body and started massaging her boobs. I could hardly cover her boobs with my hands and used a circular motion to massage it in. I pressed my body with the hard cock onto her smooth behind and I could feel rather than see her close her eyes and enjoy the sensations I was creating. I removed my hands to take more oil and continue to apply it on her soft body moving down slowly with each stroke. I had completed a round of her firm belly before my hands left her again. This time she twisted around and brought her face down to mine. As I caressed her buttocks and back with my oil laden hand her tongue flashed in and out of my mouth doing a primal dance. By this time both of us didn’t want to stop for oil any more and I continued my massage down onto her thighs and into her moist pussy. I pushed my finger in and out a couple of times before fingering her clitoris. She pulled my mouth harder onto hers with one hand and my body closer with the other. I breathed in of her musky scent mixed with the odour of the oil that was driving me out of my mind. Then her hand too started a downward journey. As it surrounded my bursting cock I gave an involuntary shiver. This made her take her mouth away and look down at me.
“You haven’t finished what you were asked to do” she ordered. I took more oil and worked my way down her smooth but hard thighs and calves down to her feet and toes. “Now start kissing it” she ordered.
My mouth now began its upward journey. I kissed and sucked on her toes, then licked off the oil from her leg until slowly I reached her pussy. By now it was dripping wet and very very hot. Her smell hit my senses. I forgot about everything else and started licking in earnest. Her clitoris was a bundle of sensations and I put a finger inside to tease her g-spot. Her legs gripped my face as she reached her orgasm and came in shuddering gasps.
I thought she would reciprocate my efforts but I was wrong. Without warning she pushed me onto the bed. She pinned me down. I could not do anything. She put her finger into my asshole and lubricated me first using the water from her cunt and later the oil on the dressing table. Then she replaced the finger entered my asshole with the dildo. It was excruciating at first. As she started fucking in earnest I began to enjoy myself. Soon she put her hand around me and took my pecker in her hands. She obviously liked the feel of my pecker. She played with it for some time and then stopped her efforts with the dildo to put the pecker in her mouth.
After a few moments she decided that enough was enough and asked me to put it into her pussy. I stayed a few seconds looking at her beautiful body beneath me. Then she took things into her hands placing my penis at the tip of her pussy. Looking deeply into her eyes I slowly entered her. Her cunt gripped my cock tight as I pushed in and out. As I felt I was about to come I slowed down my efforts to suck at her books and nipples that were standing up in invitation. She pushed my head onto her breasts in invitation. I worshipped those wonderful mounds before working my way up to her neck. It was a sensitive spot for her as she arched it for me to nuzzle before I moved up to her mouth. I once more increased my rate of pumping and soon she showed signs of an oncoming orgasm. By now I could understand the changes in her body. She came with a shudder. I pushed for a few more times and soon I also came. I collapsed on to her. She put her arms around me and held tight. We lay there entwined my softening cock inside her pussy.
I felt privileged that she felt I was good enough to be her lover. And I told her so.
“Do you know that it is the best thing somebody has ever told me” she said hugging me hard and burying her head in my shoulder.
We are now man and wife. She maybe twelve years older to me but in bed she made me feel in charge. She may be getting older but is still a very desirable woman. I have only to look at her for my pecker to start arising in joy. There are no places in the house where we have not made love and we have tried all the positions we can think off. She is ever willing to try out anything as long as it is only me and her.
Whatever others may say of her she is not mercenary. If she loves you she will pamper you to death. She likes to love and she is a strictly one man woman. My parents are dead. I inherited their property and with her wealth I don’t have to do much hard work to earn money. I do a bit of design work which brings in some money to satisfy my ego, but my basic wants are all satisfied by my wife. Most nights I go to sleep tired, but a pleasant tiredness. I awake eager for my wife to make me tired again. Which she does without fail first thing in the morning.