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My name is Ted and my wife’s was Tammy. We lived next door to the Carlsons for 21 years. The Carlsons lived in a big, old house on two lots. Dale was a mountain of a man, about 6′ 5″, burly, with long blond hair and a beard. He was a Vietnam vet on disability, with various ailments, including high blood pressure, diabetes, and agoraphobia. He was about 30. His wife Kathy, was five years younger, tall, with long, ash-blonde hair, a pretty oval face, long shapely legs, a womanly ass and B-cup tits. They had two daughters, whom I watched grow from prepubescence to fill bikinis, marry and move away.
Clearly, I had taken time to evaluate Kathy’s attributes. In spring and summer, she wore shorts and a loose, sleeveless blouse for gardening. One day, I walked over to chat and ogle her. She squatted to weed, which made her shorts ride well up her white thighs. As she leaned over, her blouse fell away from her body, and her bra, which was loose enough to allow the play of her tits, gave me a nice view. When she realized how much she was exposing, she stood up breathlessly, and placed a hand on her chest.
I was ten years older than she, and although happily married, had reached the state in which I needed extra sexual stimulation, if only by fantasizing about my comely neighbor.
Dale and I were friendly. We both played chess, spent a lot of time on our computers, and looked at porn on the Internet. I visited him in his room upstairs. For years, he did not come outside. Marijuana enabled him to overcome his agoraphobia. Sometimes, we would talk in our yards. On one occasion, he complained that Kathy had become a grandma and no longer a wife.
I said, “She still is attractive!”
He replied, “Then you marry her!”
Being already married, I took this as a euphemism for “you fuck her.”
One day, Dale ran away from home! He took their van and drove east, far east. I sympathized with Kathy via emails. She felt abandoned and no longer attractive. I fantasized about visiting her to prove her desirability by laying her. The vision of myself as a rejected would-be adulterer, however, quashed any attempt to realize my wish.
After several weeks, Dale returned. Kathy let herself decline into a fattening grandma. Now, neither of us desired her.
Several years later, Kathy called to say that Dale was dead! He had keeled over right in their bathroom.
Tammy and I attended the funeral.
About a year later, I inherited my dad’s estate, and we were able to buy a much nicer house, only a few blocks away. Sometimes, I would ride my bike or walk the dog past our old house and see a hole in Kathy’s roof grow bigger and bigger! I met her daughter and the daughter’s husband in the supermarket and mentioned the big hole in the roof and that it would ruin her family home. She just replied that the has been there a long time. What a family!
My wife died. She was 5 years older than I. Kathy offered her condolences,
“It leaves a big hole!” she said.
Perhaps the hole in the roof now represented the hole in Kathy’s life. I noted that she had lost weight.
Eventually, I saw a notice on her front door that the house was condemned. One morning, I walked the dog that way and found her sitting in an old car beside a big dumpster. I said hi; she said hi but returned her eyes to a magazine, as if embarrassed by her plight. I walked up to her.
“Where are you living now?”
“Anywhere I can!”
“I thought you might have moved in with one of your daughters.”
“That’s not possible!”
“A leaking roof is the ruination of a house! It’s too bad the church couldn’t help or someone didn’t start a Go Fund Me.”
“I tried and tried to get Dale to do something about the roof!”
Is your mortgage paid off?”
“No, I’ve re-financed, but I still owe $70,000 on it! I may declare bankruptcy.”
“It worked for Trump, repeatedly!”
“Yes.”
She had applied for financial aid, but her Social Security and Dale’s military pension gave her too high an income. The house was beyond repair.
“I have a vacancy in my house and my bed.”
“For a wife! My body has deteriorated a lot since you used to look at my legs and down my blouse! Take a look!”
She opened the car door and swung her legs out. They still looked good to me in shorts. As she got out, I glimpsed some nice cleavage. She had regained her figure, in a more voluptuous form. Sahabet I was 71; at 61, Kathy looked pretty good to me.
“It’s funny! When Dale left that time, I talked to him on by phone to ask him why. He told me I’d lost my sex appeal. I said that Ted still seemed to find me desirable. He said, ‘Prove it! Then tell me all about it, and I’ll come back to see him do it to you again and join in for a threesome! You’d be a much more exciting woman, if you put out to him and enjoyed it.’ So, if you’d gone from flattering emails to knocking on my door, I would have let you in, and you might have had me. I was not going to seduce you into adultery, though.”
“Would you like to come to supper tonight and see my yard and house?”
“And your etchings, in your bedroom?”
“You know me; I’m cautious, or I would have knocked on your door when Dale was gallivanting cross-country.”
“Yes. ‘Faint heart never won fair lady!'”
“You look pretty fair, so why not wear something sexy/”
“As an audition for that vacancy in your bed?”
I leered.
“I guess I’m flattered that you propose to wine me, dine me, and bed me. I thought I was long past that much attention. What should I wear?”
“Something short and low-cut.”
“Uh-huh. This could be interesting, or a fiasco.”
I took a shower and wore go-to-town shorts and a favorite short-sleeved shirt. Kathy was two or three inches taller than I, and without lifts, I’d need another method to take her down to my size. She arrived in a tight skirt, the hem of which was about 4″ above her knees. She had released her long hair from the ponytail of this morning, which added some glamor. She wore a sleeveless peasant blouse with an elastic neckline low enough for her bra to lift forth some tantalizing cleavage.
“Kathy, I am impressed!”
“That I clean up this well?”
“No, that you made the effort to look so good!”
“You look pretty good, too. You have good legs for a man, muscular calves, and aren’t fat.”
“I always thought I had good legs, for a man, but you’re the first woman to say so.”
We had a glass of chardonnay while I finished cooking
“If this chicken stir-fry is representative, you’re a good cook!”
“I did most of the cooking during our marriage, so that Tammy could relax from school and have time for preparation.”
“I rarely drink wine, never two glasses, but this cold white is very refreshing on a warm day!”
“I agree. My favorite white is a chilled chardonnay. Have another glass!”
“It goes down easily, so maybe I will, to relax.”
I hoped that the wine would make Kathy go down easily, too.
“I’m afraid that I’m not good at desserts. I usually just eat dark chocolate later. Perhaps we can regard the wine as dessert.”
“Yes, it has enough calories to substitute as dessert!”
With supper finished, Kathy was halfway through her third glass of wine, and had relaxed considerably. She smiled more and there was a flush on her cheeks. She looked at me with amusement, as if curious how I would attempt to seduce her and daring me to try.
“I’ll wash the dishes, and you can dry them!”
“Oh, that’s not ne-“
“If I paid you with my body, according to Dale, I would miss the spirit of our date.”
As we stood hip to hip at the sink and Kathy would turn to hand me a dish, our bare arms would touch and her breast press against my arm. I had planned to take a Viagra at the critical time, but she was already giving the old man a hardon.
“Now, my friendly, lecherous former neighbor, what’s your next move?”
“I have a vast film library.”
“And a romantic, sexy film, with some tasteful nudity to put me in the mood?”
“You do make it seem trite.”
“Tried and true! Show me!”
I played a film of a man seducing a woman in romantic scenes, followed by erotic ones. I served her a fourth glass of wine.
“You’re not joining me? I know that alcohol affects women about twice as much as men. You’ll take advantage of me when I’m drunk!”
“Then you can blame me and claim you didn’t know what you were doing.”
We sat on my couch almost touching. I leaned to inhale her scent, breathing on her ear in the process.
“Besides, I’m already intoxicated. What is that perfume you’re wearing?”
“My scent is a little of jasmine shampoo and a touch of Tabu, but mostly woman.”
She Sahabet Giriş turned her body toward mine so that our bare thighs touched. She glanced down, took note of my impetuous erection and smiled.
The film stars were out for a romantic evening at a restaurant. Back in the car, with her skirt hallway up her bare thighs, he began to feel her up and kiss her. I put my left arm around Kathy’s shoulder and caressed her upper arm. Our thighs again touched. Her skin rippled with goosebumps. As she turned her face to me, her long hair brushed my cheek and sent shivers through me. We kissed, tentatively, and she returned her attention to the movie.
I began caressing her thighs, while she intently watched the film. She reached down to the coffee table and drained her glass of wine.
“I’m feeling too warm! Maybe it’s the weather and the wine.”
She grasped her blouse and began rustling it.
“Maybe unbuttoning it would help.”
“Help who? Okay.”
She unbuttoned all of the buttons, opened her blouse and flapped it.
“That does feel better!”
“It looks better, too!”
“I chose one of my prettiest bras. I like the lace, the sexy half cup and the uplift.”
“So do I!”
“I’m glad you appreciate it. So you probably won’t want me to take it off.”
She smiled mischievously.
“Oh, I suspect you have something even lovelier under it. Did you choose a pair of your favorite panties, too?”
“Yes, I did, but we don’t know each other well enough for me to show you my panties, not on me; they’re too sexy!”
“Then take them off and show them to me. Let’s get to know each other better, more intimately!”
“You’re in a hurry to know me better!”
“We lived side by side for 21 years.”
“That’s true, and Dale had urged me to become intimate friends with you.”
“You’re late, very late!”
I ran my hands up both thighs and pushed her skirt up to her hips. She squirmed.
“You’re giving me shivers! This is fun! Is my audition for the vacancy in your bed meeting your expectations?”
“So far so good, but be a bad girl now: stand up and take that skirt off for me! I’ve wanted for many years to see your long legs bare all the way up!”
She stood, faced me and shucked her skirt down to her ankles.
Glancing at my erect cock, she said,
“I hope you’re not disappointed. I see a sign of approval.”
“Lovely! I’m honored that you wore such sexy bikini panties for me.”
“I wasn’t sure I’d let you see them on me.”
Now take your bra off!”
“Make me!”
I got up against her. She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me. Then she held her arms out for me to strip her.
“Your nipples are erect, which suggests that your breasts like being freed.”
“Do you like my breasts?”
“Yes!”
I cupped and claimed them. I played with her tits and sucked her nipples.
“They haven’t had such loving attention in many a year!”
I ran my hands up and down her naked back, giving her more goosebumps. I ran my hands up the back of her head, my fingers through her hair, and kissed her passionately. Her mouth accepted my tongue.
“That’s a good move! Running your fingers through my hair gives me shivers of pleasure and melts me!”
“Turnabout is fair play: when your beautiful hair brushes my cheek, it thrills me with shivers and goosebumps!”
Kathy heaved a sigh.
“I guess I will complete my audition. First, do something dirty. Claim me, the way that sex criminal Trump does and gets women to brandish Women for Trump signs!”
She moved her legs apart. I grabbed her cunt and squeezed. I massaged her mound of Venus.
“Oh, that’s so nasty! You make me weak in the knees! You’d better take me to bed before I fall to the floor!”
In my bedroom, I stripped her panties off, held them wet to my nose and reveled in the scent of her sexual arousal. Then, I excused myself for a moment to take 50 mg of Viagra. She had me rampant to mount her, but I wanted to make I could give her a good, long screw for our initial mating.
Seeing me naked on my knees between her raised knees and spread legs, she observed,
“You take good care of yourself: nice pecs and no potbelly! I’m eager for you to take me! I guess the fashion is for women to shave their pubes, but I’d feel like a girl, instead of a woman.”
“I like a woman to look natural Sahabet Güncel Giriş between her legs!”
I uncovered her labia, rubbed them, probed her moistening cunt and tasted her on my finger.
“Oh, that’s so sensual! I’ll return the favor!”
She sat up, kissed the head of my cock, took it into her mouth to lick and suck.
“Dale might have found me more exciting if he’d seen me do this and what you’re about to do to me!”
Kathy’s size, having birthed two big girls and her present arousal made her cunt very accommodating. I mounted and penetrated her easily.
“I am the key master!”
She laughed at the reference to “Ghostbusters.”
“Unlock me and I’ll surrender!!”
She shifted her hips up for me to take her in one thrust.
“Thank you, thank you! It’s been many years since my last visit to Paradise!”
“I forgot how good it feels to have a man between my legs and deep inside me!”
“I know several women your age and older, single by divorce or widowhood, who seem to have forgotten and have no sex lives.”
“They need reminding! Thanks for reminding me!”
“We’re a good fit!”
“Yes! When I saw your… cock, it was a pleasant surprise, because I realized that you could fill me nicely.”
She gripped me with her powerful thighs but relaxed enough for me to begin fucking her.
“Yes, fuck me! Excuse my language.”
“Don’t apologize for using the word in its true meaning! Mostly, it’s misused as a curse. I have a woman friend who often says “fuck” but never fucks. Fucking is not a curse; it’s the ecstatic union for which we were made!”
“Alright, then. Fuck me! Fuck me more! Fuck me hard! No, take your time and fuck me for as long as you can! Let’s make this last!”
Thanks to the Viagra, I did not need to rush my climax but maintained a hardon so that we could savor our union for about 15-20 minutes. As I rode her, she bucked herself to an orgasm.
“Oh, god, oh god! I’ve had too few of those!”
Fortunately, Kathy, succumbing to post-orgasmic bliss, stopped bucking, or she would have made me cum.
“Alright, I’ve had mine. You can cum now. I want the complete experience. Show me I’m woman enough to satisfy you and bring you ecstasy! I want to feel your cock jerking and spurting into me!”
I leaned and bent her almost double as I drove my cock hard and deep into her. She submitted and was down to my size now. Showing off, I fucked her for several more minutes. Then, I groaned as my sperm surged up my cock and into her cunt, ecstatically again and again. I slumped down onto her.
“Was I good to the last drop?”
“Oh, yes! We’re mated now.”
“Oh, we are? You want me in your bed every night now to fuck me whenever you want?”
“Yes!”
“You’re so impetuous, led by your penis! How compatible are we, besides sexually? What would your neighbors think of us shacked up?”
“People aren’t so censorious now.”
“I guess we can worry later, until I need a bed tomorrow. Meanwhile, I should get ready for bed, but I feel too languorous.”
“Just lie there, naked.”
“With your seed still planted in me?”
“Especially with my seed still planted in you!”
“You are so sensual!”
I turned the light out and returned to embrace her. My dog had been displaced from the bed to the floor. If we had truly mated, Kathy would move into my home and my bed.
The next morning, after we had made our trips to the bathroom, Kathy said,
“I guess it’s time to get up.”
“I’m already up!”
“My word, so you are! Did you take another pill?”
“No, it’s just a tribute to you.”
“I’m flattered! You’re my stand-up guy, it seems.”
“Be my lie-down woman!”
“If you can stand up for me, I can lie down for you, easily!”
Kathy was as good as her word. Joined, we lay together kissing and caressing for several minutes.
“You’d give me a home, if I give your penis a home. It seems more than fair!”
Kathy began to cry. I kissed her tears away.
“Alright, sex always did make me hungry, as does not having eaten since last night! Get busy and fuck me seriously! Mmmm, that feels so good! I’ll lie down for you anytime!”
I put Kathy out of her misery with a fast, hard fucking, and within five minutes was replenishing my sperm in her.
“Okay, what do you want to eat? I have oatmeal, and then there’s oatmeal, and more oatmeal. There are eggs, if you want to be decadent and risk your figure.”
“I feel as if we’ve already been decadent, so scramble me two eggs, and I’ll work them off, one way or another!”
“I have other beds, daybeds, flower beds.”
“Just point out which bed you want me in!”
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