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We’re Friends, We Can Handle This

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I prefer older women. Or to be politically correct, “mature” women. I’ll take a “mature” woman in her 40s or 50s any day over someone who is younger.


My experience has been that mature women are more comfortable with their bodies. They are more open to receiving and giving sexual pleasure and are more open to sexually adventuresome activities like lots of oral, role playing, anal, and if you are lucky, you can find a mature women that is open to threesomes and more, if you know what I mean.

They dress with class and they enjoy the finer things in life like a good bottle of wine over dinner at a nice restaurant, the theater, and travel to exotic places. Because of their experiences in life, they are just more interesting and fun to be around.

Mature women may be carrying a few extra pounds, but I get very excited lifting a big sagging breast to my mouth and listening to her moan as I suck her like a baby and I like to gently slap a slightly oversized ass as I give it to a mature lover from behind.

So I really do prefer older women. This is my story, and I’m sticking with it.

Yet about an hour ago, I was cupping the pert, firm, breasts of a woman who is 25 years younger than me, while she was riding my 60 year old cock and begging me to cum inside of her married pussy.

How can this be? This story started quite innocently two summers ago.

We moved to our neighborhood about five years ago. One of the main reasons we bought the house was because of its amazing back yard that came complete with a large in-ground swimming pool, an outdoor kitchen and an absolutely awesome outdoor dining and lounging area. My wife and I have always loved to entertain, especially during the hot and lazy days of summer and so this house is our dream place to live as we go into our retirement in a few years.

A little bit about me. I am very youthful at 60 in fact just yesterday; someone told me that they thought I was in my 40s. All of those years of exercise and clean living have paid off I suppose. I am in very good health and I’m decent looking for a man my age. I have most of my hair which thanks to Clairol Just for Men it is not showing my graying. I’m always well groomed and very polished in the way I speak and handle myself.

But perhaps the thing that gives me the most satisfaction about my health and youthfulness is that I don’t need Viagra. I wake up every morning with an erection and I could keep up with a lover that wanted to have sex every day or even more. That is a good thing because I have always had a very high sex drive but a bad thing because I have never been in a relationship with a woman that could keep up with me sexually, including my marriage. So I have been sexually frustrated to one degree or another most of my life.

Lori and Grant are our neighbors. Grant is in his late 30s and as you may have figured out, Lori just turned 35 and is exactly 25 years younger than me. They have two beautiful daughters, one is seven and the other is nine. Lori is not a head turner but she is very cute and in some ways, pretty. She has shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and cute lips that are almost always smiling. She has decent sized breasts and a cute butt, but she doesn’t flaunt her looks. She dresses conservatively and tastefully wearing pant suits and long dresses to work. Around the house, she usually is in jeans and a tee shirt or in a pair of shorts that tastefully show off her fit legs and tummy. She was on the swim team in college and still has that lean and shapely look of an athlete. But when you get to know her, it is her inner beauty that really is so attractive.

We got to know this family during the first week we moved into our house. We had some conversations over the fence and we invited them over for a cook-out the following weekend. When they came over on Saturday afternoon, I couldn’t help notice how they looked like the perfect family. The girls were well behaved and what really impressed me was how much Lori was into motherhood. I remember thinking that her girls were very lucky to have a mother like her. At 35, she still looked like a kid herself and I think this made her very relatable with her daughters. They played and splashed in the pool and she was giggling along with them just like one of the kids. It was so cute watching them enjoy each other and I was glad we could share our pool and amenities with this family.

Occasionally, one of them would wrap their arms around her back and she would lift them up and carry them around in the water while the girls would say, “Go horsey, go, and give me a ride”. Then the other one would say, “My turn to ride the horsey, my turn”! Together, they would laugh and giggle. Like I said, she was a very loving mother and her kids adored her.

Lori is a lawyer and Grant is an accountant. They both work in the City but when they are home, you could always tell that they took the time to give the kids their undivided attention and quality time. Lori took the girls bike riding or played with them in the yard. Grant played soccer with them and they helped him with chores around the house. It was heart warming to see this well balanced and loving family.

However, I never saw any public displays of affection between Lori and Grant. It wasn’t like there was any animosity between them; it was just that they never seemed to be that touchy-feely. No holding hands, no kissing, and if you saw them on the street together without the girls, you probably wouldn’t even think they were a couple.

A couple of times, I caught Lori looking at me a bit too long. I brushed it off. Like I said, I’m not really into younger women and I never thought of Lori as anything more than a friend.

We hit it off with this family and so it just became the norm that they had a standing invitation to come over and use our pool and back yard oasis whenever they wanted. I decided to install a gate in the fence between our properties to make it easier for them to enjoy our place. We set up strict rules that the girls were free to come over whenever they wanted to, but they were never allowed to swim in the pool alone, unless an adult was actually in the pool with them. They were both such darlings and so well behaved that it was joy to have them around and we were having a very hot and humid summer so one of the adults was in the pool most of the time anyway.

Over time, Lori and I really hit it off in a special way. We both were raised in farm country and had similar backgrounds and interests and so you could say we were kindred spirits. We just always seemed to be on the same page and always had a lot to talk about. We also both liked to take on handyman projects around our houses and Grant was one of those guys who didn’t know the difference between a hammer and a screwdriver and so he was glad to have me take care of his honey-do lists.

She and I both enjoyed working together and so I was glad the list of projects was long because it gave us more time to spend together. She would call me on Friday night and tell me what projects she wanted to work on over the weekend. We would meet up on Saturday morning before the girls got up and we would head out for breakfast and then to Home Depot to pick up supplies. Then the two of us would work together all morning and usually by mid afternoon, we were ready to meet with our families at the pool and just chill out. We did this almost every weekend and the two of us became close friends. It just seemed perfectly normal and neither of our spouses would suspect that there was anything going on between us because nothing was going on, at least not yet.

I’m proud of the way I kept my emotions in check with this friendship. I made a decision to just not let my mind go places where it had no business going. No coveting my neighbor’s wife, no father-daughter, brother-sister weird shit. It was liberating because the more I got to know her, she just became the BFF that I never had and I really started to cherish the friendship. She would text me during the day sometimes if she wanted to run something by me about work or about the kids and she would stop by and say hi on her way home from work. It got to the point where hardly a day would go by without us having some kind of contact. It was just so natural and fun to have a close platonic friendship like this.

But the platonic part of our relationship was about to change.

One Saturday, we were predicted to have real scorcher of a day. It was 90 degrees and rising at 9:00 in the morning and I knew that it was going to be too hot to work on projects. Lori came over around 11:00 and asked if it was OK to chill out at the pool. Apparently, the girls wanted to go to the zoo and she wanted Grant to have some quality time with them without her. She said she wanted to take a dip in the pool and chill out and read a book in our shaded lounging area. She said she had a long week at work and she needed some R&R.

My wife had just left the house for her monthly day trip at the spa and she told us she would see us later for our usual Saturday evening cook out. I told Lori that I would catch up with her later. I had to get a haircut and then I had an appointment to get new brake pads for my car and I would be back no earlier than 3:00.

There was no line at the barber shop and so I got in and out in a few minutes. When I got to the car repair shop, there was a sign on the door that said they had a power failure and were closed for the day. So I headed back to the house to spend some time with my buddy Lori. We had been working hard lately and we both needed some time off and there was no one I would rather spend time with than her.

When I got to the house, I left my car in the driveway and went through the house to the back door to let her know I was home. But when I got to the back door, I froze as I looked at something that would change my life forever.

Lori was lying on her back, facing away from me. The very modest black, one piece swim suit that she always wore was lying on the deck beside her. With one hand, she was massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Her other hand was fingering her clit.

I was instantly mesmerized and as I continued to watch my best friend masturbate, I found myself getting an erection. At first I tried to resist it but it was just too hot and for the first time, I started to see her as sexually attractive. It was a weird emotion but it was strong and getting stronger as I watched her rock her pelvis up and down, faster, and harder.

At some point I took out my cock and started to stroke in time with her rocking pelvis. I grabbed a towel off the counter because I knew I was going to have a happy ending.

She kept it going and it really was a beautiful, sensual sight, just to watch my friend having this much pleasure and at the same time, it was having an effect on me. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. At that moment, she lifted her pelvis high and froze and I could tell that she was getting off. I did the same and we came together for the first of many times. In a couple of minutes, she pulled her suit back on and she got up like nothing had happened and got into the pool to cool off.

I waited a few minutes and then put my trunks on and went out and joined her. At first, she was startled when she saw me. I told her about the situation at the car repair shop and she said “Oh, did you just get here?” I lied and said yes. She said “Good, I mean, I’m glad you are here, come on in, the water is so fine.”

So we swam for a while and I acted like nothing happened but for the first time in our friendship, I started to check out her body and I have to admit that I liked what I saw and what I saw was making me sexually aroused. When we got out, I opened a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and we kicked back on the chaise lounges and had one of our usual BFF conversations about work, kids, spouses, and life in general.

After her second glass of wine, she looked at me and said, “Can I ask you something personal?” I said, “How personal?” She said, “Well, I want to ask you something personal because there is something about men that I need to know. We’re friends so I think we can handle this.” So I said, “OK, fire away.”

She said, “OK, here goes. You are a guy, and you are older than Grant. When did you start to lose your sex drive?”

I said “God Lori where did that come from?” She said, “Like I said, we’re friends, I think we can handle this. I just want to know when you started to lose your sex drive.”

I looked at her, my best friend and the woman who I had just watched finger herself to an orgasm and I said, “Lori, I’m not sure how to answer this and I’m not sure why you are asking me this but I have to be honest with you, I have never lost my sex drive in fact, I think in some ways, my sex drive is higher now than it was when I was younger. Back then, I was always working two jobs to make ends meet and I was too tired for sex at times. I still had the drive but just didn’t feel the need to act on it like I do now.”

She came right back and said, “What do you mean by having the need to act on it like you do now?”

I said, “OK, we’re friends and I think we can handle this. My wife has never had a strong sex drive and so we only have sex once a month if that often. But I enjoy it every day so let’s just say I take things in my own hands.” She said, “Really, you too?”

I looked at her and said “Yes, I guess we both have found a way to take care of this but why are you asking me this?”

So she looked at me with her blue eyes and her very young looking, pouting face and told me that she and Grant had not had sex for years. He told her that men start to lose their sex drives when they were in their 30s and he was just normal.

So I said “Have you been to counseling about this?” She said he refuses because he doesn’t think there is anything wrong with him.

So I said, “How do you feel about this?” and she started to cry. “You know, at first it was OK, especially when the girls were younger. There was always something that needed to be done…diapers, feeding, and reading bedtime stories. But as the girls got older and I guess as I get older, I just think about sex more and it is something that I really need at times.” “It is not like I think about it all of the time, but I think about it every day or so and the feeling is really strong.” “I usually try to get Grant interested but I gave up on that a long time ago and so I take care of it myself, but it is not the same.”

I said, “I know what you mean. Masturbation is not the same as the real thing. Sometimes, you want and need the real thing.” She sighed and said, “Yes, but for me, the real thing is just wishful thinking.”

Then she said, “I have a confession to make. I got those feelings a while ago when you were gone and I masturbated right here on this chaise lounge.” I said “Lori, I have a confession to make. I saw you playing with yourself through the back door. I didn’t want to interrupt you because frankly, it was so beautiful, watching someone that I care about like you, doing something so natural. I didn’t want to make something dirty out of it and so I just watched.”

“Just watched?” she asked. “Well actually, I did more than just watch, I masturbated also and when you came, I couldn’t hold back and I also came.”

“Wow” she said. “Talk about pushing the limits on a friendship but I think we can handle this. We’re friends, right?”

As I was getting ready to answer, my wife came out the door with an empty wine glass and said “hey, I see you started the party without me, can I join?”

For a few weeks after that, Lori and I continued our friendship like nothing had happened. We did have a lot more personal discussions about our sexuality. She shared with me that Grant was the first and only man she had ever been with. They were high school sweethearts and dated during their college years and got married right after graduation. Grant went to grad school to prepare for his CPA and she went on to law school and the girls were born during the first few years after they finished grad school. She said that their sex life had never been great and she never had an orgasm during sex with Grant. He got hard, put it into her, came, and then rolled over and fell asleep. Over the course of a few weeks, we had a lot of these conversations and our relationship slowing started to change.

I think we both knew we had crossed a line emotionally. The question was what would we do about this? For the moment, I think we both just wanted to incubate this emotion and not rush into anything. We were friends and we could handle this, at least that what I kept telling myself.

About a month later, fate stepped in and changed everything.

My wife had to go out of town for a week for business. Lori and Grant had planned to take the girls camping for a week. I drove to the airport and put my wife on the plane on Friday morning. On the way home, I got a text from Lori. She said she had just found out that one of her cases was going to trial next week, and she wouldn’t be able to go with Grant and the kids. She said it was really OK because Grant and the girls were really close and they always cherished their one on one time with their dad.

She also said that the case was a slam dunk and she really didn’t need to do anything to prepare, but she just needed to be at the trial to represent her client. She also said that Grant had just left with the girls and their camping gear and so her weekend was wide open.

So I knew that for the weekend and most of the next week, it was going to be just Lori and me and I was scared and excited at the same time. I didn’t know if I could trust my ability to deal with my sexual desire that was building for her and somehow, I think I knew she was feeling the same way.

On Friday night as usual, she called me and talked about the projects she wanted to work on that weekend and as usual, we met for breakfast on Saturday morning, went to Home Depot and came home and went to work.

She wanted to get some painting done and so we got out the drop clothes, brushes, and rollers and went to work. But it was different. One time, she was up on a ladder and I was bracing it for her and her cute tight butt was in my face. I allowed my head to rest on her back and she sighed a little, but kept painting. A little later, I was on a ladder and I felt her put her hand on my thigh. The sexual tension was building between us and I think we both knew that our friendship was about to get more friendly.

Later in the afternoon, we decided to call it a day and I went to my place, took a shower and put on my trunks. She came over a few minutes later wearing a robe and when we got on the pool deck, she took it off and I was shocked. She had on a very skimpy bikini that barely covered her private parts. I could see most of her tits and her nipples were hard and trying their best to poke through the fabric. Her bottom was not more than a g-string that showed off her camel toe.

I said, “God Lori, I have never seen you dressed, or should I say, undressed like this”. She said, “You know, Grant and the girls are out of town and for once in my life, I want to let my hair down a bit and be a bit naughty. Besides, we’re friends and I think we can handle this.”

I opened a bottle of wine and we went into the pool with our glasses and started to chat, just like old times. About 2 glasses later, she floored me.

“Do you know what I really want to do right now”, she said? I said, “What do you have in mind?” She said, “I would like to go skinny dipping with my best friend!”

I said “God Lori, I don’t know.” She said, “Let’s go into the deep end, take off our suits and just enjoy the freedom of being naked together. We’re friends and I think we can handle this.” I wasn’t so sure.

So we did. Keep in mind that when I saw her masturbating, she was facing away from me and so I really have never seen her naked, or at least, up front and personal.

We were in the deep end of the water and so her breasts were below the water line and my very hard cock was well below the water. So we really couldn’t see each other’s nudeness. But I noticed her nipples were erect and I’m sure she could tell that my cock was hard. I also was pretty sure that her pussy was shaved, which is a major turn on for me.

I have to admit that it was very naughty. Here I was, in the pool, naked with my best friend and it was very taboo but innocent at the same time. However in a few minutes, it just became natural. We went back to just talking as friends…..talking about stuff and the sexual tension went down and it was back to what it used to be….two friends, just hanging out but this time, we were naked in the pool.

So after a while, she smiled with her cute pouting lips and said, “I want to ride the horsey.” Something I had heard her girls say to her many times when they were playing in the pool.

So she giggled as she came over and I felt her firm tits on my back while she wrapped her legs around me and said, “Gitty up horsey…I want to ride the horsey.”

So we just laughed it off and I grabbed her legs and held her up as she “rode” me around the pool for a few minutes. Her tits kept rubbing my back and I swear I could feel her shaved pussy on my lower back.

I started to get tired and I moved over to the edge of the pool to rest. When I reached the wall, I turned my body around with my back towards the wall of pool. I was still holding her legs up and I was expecting her to let her arms break free and go back into the water with me. Instead, she kept her arms around my neck and legs wrapped around me and as she moved around from the back of my body, to the front of my body, I felt my hard cock between her pussy lips. As she continued to move around my body, my cock went in a little deeper between her lips.

We both looked at each other with “oh my god looks”. We were both married to other people and yet here I was with my cock in the opening of my best friend’s married pussy. I tried to raise her body to get it off of my cock and she was trying to move her legs to lift herself off of my cock. I think our movements worked against each other because instead of lifting her body off of my hard cock, it ended up going in deeper and at some point, I just let her slide down on my cock, and she let it happen.

At that point, we looked each other in the eyes and for the first time in our friendship, we actually kissed on the lips. I said, “Lori, we can’t do this.” and she said, “I know but I need this so bad and we’re friends and I think we can handle this, right?” At that point, we both answered that question with another kiss.

We stayed in that position for the longest time…kissing, rubbing our hands over each other’s bodies. She was moaning and telling me that it felt so good to be filled and desired by a man again. At some point, I carried her out of the pool and onto one of the chaise lounges in the shade, but we were still joined together.

She said, “You know when you saw me masturbating, I was thinking about this.” I said, “Thinking about having a cock deep in your pussy?” and she said, “No, I was thinking about having your cock deep in my married pussy.”

This is the part of a story where you usually read about how the red hot passion starts. Hard fucking, moaning, groaning, screaming, begging for more……but that is not what happened. The first time we made love was very slow and very loving and not rushed at all, just two friends, enjoying each other’s bodies.

I said, “Baby, do it for me again and make yourself cum all over your best friend’s cock. Baby, let’s cum together again.”

That was all it took. She started to finger her clit just like she did when I watched her masturbate a few weeks ago. I massaged her cute little tits and as I admired her fit body, I swear my cock got even harder and longer. I’ve had a few pussies over the years but something was different about having my cock inside of Lori. It just fit. She was tight, but not so tight that I couldn’t move in and out. Her pussy felt warm and very velvety. This went on for a while as I slowly fucked her in an out and when she started to tense up, we locked in a sloppy kiss and I fucked harder and faster and once again, we came together. But this time, my cock was in her pussy, and not in my hand. I came inside of her and it felt so good for both of us.

Afterwards, we lay there in each other’s arms and remained joined together. We didn’t talk, we just kissed and cuddled. When I looked in her eyes, I could see that she wanted more. I was still hard, but I didn’t think I could keep it up much less cum again for a while and so as I slowly pulled out, she whimpered “No, not yet” but I kissed her lips and then I kissed my way down to her tits and took turns sucking them, and then I started to kiss my way lower.

She said, “Oh God Jim….god, yes, oh my god” as I kissed even lower until I was kissing the inside of her thighs.

I remember looking at her shaved pussy and seeing our combined sex juices flowing out and without a second of hesitation, I just dived in and started to suck and lick her clit. I had my hands on her tits and was tweaking her nipples as she was arching her back to meet my face and she just kept saying, “Oh god, oh god, no one ever did this to me before.” I stopped licking her clit just long enough to say, “No man has ever gone down on you after he came in you?” and she said, “No, no man has ever gone down on me at all.”

That was it. I was on a mission to make my best friend cum all over my face. I lifted her ass and stuck one, then two fingers in her pussy while I kept licking her clit. Now, she really started to moan and groan as she massaged her tits and said, “Oh god Jim, Jim, oh Jim, this is so good, you are going to make me cum again……oh Jim, you make me feel like a complete woman, so good….god, here I goooooooo!” At that moment, she flooded my face with even more of our juices and I stayed with her until she begged me to stop.

It took a while for us to come down. This was uncharted territory for both of us. She had never been with another man other than her husband, I was with someone who was the same age as my daughters and it just took some time to process. But it really felt good and I remember thinking to myself that we’re friends and we can handle this. Somehow I felt if I kept telling myself that, we would be able to handle this, some way, some how.

Then she said, “It’s my turn to taste us!” She kissed her way down my belly and as I spread my legs for her, she kissed the inside of my thighs and licked my balls and then she slowly worked her way up my shaft and right before she took me in her mouth, she said, “This is going to be another first.” I said, “The first time you have sucked a cock after it had cum inside of you?” and she said, “No, the first time I have ever sucked a cock!” I just couldn’t believe how sexually sheltered her past had been and I wondered that maybe her lack of sexual experiences was a factor in her marriage.

You would never know she had never sucked a cock before because she knew what to do. She licked the tip for a few moments and then started to take me in. She stopped for a moment to say, “This really tastes good!” I said, “Yes baby, we taste good together”.

Somehow, that cute little face with those pouty, always smiling lips was able to take my entire cock inside…yes, she was deep throating me and she stopped just a second to say, “Baby, I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel and I want to taste you when you cum!”

I knew then that I wouldn’t last long. I looked down at her blue eyes staring up at me while her blonde hair teased my thighs. I started to tense up and she just sucked me harder until I started to cum in her mouth. I expected her to pull out but she didn’t and so I just released spurt after spurt into my best friend’s mouth.

When I was finished, she came up and kissed me and our tongues explored each other’s mouths which were gently seasoned with the taste and smell of her sweet married pussy juice and my cum.

We were in a state of bliss. We cuddled for a few minutes and then we both dozed off in each other’s arms.

I awoke before she did and I looked down at this very amazing woman who looked completely contented for the first time since I met her but honestly, I was concerned.

There is something about being in your 60s that makes you wiser. As they say, you are old enough to know better but sometimes too young to resist. That definitely was what just took place. But I cared about this amazing person and I wasn’t going to do anything long term, that was going to make her unhappy.

Let’s get real. I’m 60 and she is 35. She has two beautiful girls and a husband who is an perfect father. I was not going to screw this up. Regardless of what her emotions are at that moment in time, I felt I was wise enough to know that what we really needed right then was an exit strategy. The longer this went on, the more both of us were going to get hurt. In a different place and time she would be my dream girl and my soul mate. But with a 25 year age difference, someone has to be the wise one and do the right thing and that someone would have to be me.

In my mind, I knew that in the long term, the way to make her truly happy was to fix her relationship with her husband. I would need to step away someday and let her be fulfilled in her marriage and not with me. But it was already sad for me to think about living my life without experiencing this kind of emotional and sexual fulfillment. I finally found what I was looking for but I knew I had to give her back to her husband and the life that a woman her age should live.

She woke up in a bit and we both put some clothes on. She put on a pair of daisy duke short shorts that showed off her ass cheeks and a cut off tee shirt that exposed her tight tummy and the bottom of her breasts. She didn’t put on a bra and I could see her cute hard nipples poking through the fabric.

I put on a black tee shirt and a pair of shorts. We kept touching and hugging and kissing each other until her girls called. I walked away and left her alone. Some things are sacred, like her time with her daughters and then I heard her talking to Grant. Again, I respected her personal situation.

I brought out some steaks and fired up the grille and we talked, held hands, and snuck an occasional kiss or caress. I opened a good bottle of California Cab and we ate our meal together and just chatted like a married couple.

Finally, we both had that look in our eyes that it was time to call it a day. We decided to sleep together at my place. We got to the bedroom and stripped off our clothes and immediately, we cuddled and wrapped ourselves around each other. It didn’t take long for me to get hard and I assumed she was getting wet for me. Lots of kissing…me sucking her tits and feeling up her wet pussy and at some point, it became obvious that we were going for round three.

I told her that I was pretty sure I could keep it hard but I didn’t want her to be disappointed if I didn’t cum again….after all, I was 60.

So we continued with the foreplay…me kissing her lips, kissing her neck, sucking her tits and kissing my way down to the hot spot between her legs. She was moaning and she said, “Baby, I am craving dirty sex…talk dirty to me, take me, and use me….it is what I want from you right now!”

So I finally made my way to her hot pussy and as soon as my tongue was on her clit, I told her to move around and suck my hard cock. She did and we got into this amazing 69. It felt good for me but I knew that I was not ready to cum again but I stayed with her and in a few minutes, she came again on my face.

I was still hard but in serious doubt if I could cum again. Damn, I hate being older.

But I got her up on all fours and entered her from behind. As I started to fuck her doggie, I encouraged her to talk to me. “Baby, tell me what you want, tell me what you want me to do to you?” On cue, she said, “Oh baby, fuck my pussy” and I said, “Baby, I eat your pussy but I fuck your cunt, tell me what you want me to do?” That was all it took to take my best friend to the next level in her sexual vocabulary. She said, “God Jim, I want you to fuck my married cunt, fuck me doggie, fuck me hard and fuck me until I cum on your big hard cock! Oh yes, fuck my cunt and treat me like a fucking whore. Use my cunt, harder baby, oh fuck, your cock is so much longer and thicker than my husband, oh god, you make me feel like a woman!”

It is a good thing that I’m in good shape because I was on a mission. I was going to fuck my best friend’s married cunt and make her cum once again. I gathered all of my energy and fucked her like a pile driver. I knew there was no way I could cum again but I was thrilled that I could keep it up and after a very long time with a lot of dirty talk on both of our parts, she got over the edge and came again.

I have to admit that I was pretty tired at this point and so we just cuddled again and slept for a couple of hours and when I woke up, I felt her sucking my cock. I remember thinking that I had never had this kind of sex in my entire life. Where had this amazing woman been when I was younger? Isn’t this the way it is supposed to be?

She got me hard again and I rolled on my back and she mounted my hard cock and started to ride me. Oh my God. Here I am, a 60 year old guy with a 35 year old goddess riding my cock and talking dirty. “God Jim, your cock is so hard and big…I have never been filled like this, God, I love your cock, you make me feel like a total woman…come on baby, come in my married cunt. Cum in me please!!!”

That was all it took, three times in a 24 for hours for someone my age, yes, she got me off one more time and in about five minutes, we pulled the covers over us and fell asleep, exhausted but more fulfilled than either of us had ever been in our entire lives.

We actually did take on some house projects that weekend. We would work but occasionally, we would steal a hug or a kiss. I lifted her tee shirt once and sucked her tits. She started to moan and so I slipped my hand inside of her shorts and fingered her until she came. She took my cock out of my jeans a few times and sucked me….I wasn’t ready to cum again, but it was so hot watching her young face and pouty lips bobbing up and down on my cock.

When our significant others came back home later in the week, we went back to life as usual, before our sexual awakening. We weren’t about to take the chance of getting caught around our places and our families.

Then one Saturday morning over breakfast, she said, “There is something I want to ask you. This is personal but we’re friends and I think we can handle this.” I said, “OK, what’s up?”

She said, “Do you remember that woman named Jean and her husband who hosted the neighborhood block party a few weeks ago?” I said yes and what I didn’t tell her was that I remember thinking that Jean was really hot. She was the classic mature woman. In her early 50s, a dresser and looker and her husband didn’t seem to mind showing her off.

She went on to say that Jean worked in the same building as her and they had lunch every now and then. She said that a few years ago, she confided in Jean about the sexual problems in her marriage. Of course, Jean recommended counseling but when Grant refused, Jean suggested to her that she have an affair. So Lori went on to say that Jean was the one that had planted the seed in her mind about having an affair and that led to her willingness to take our friendship to a sexual level.

She went on to say that she has told Jean about us and actually, Jean was very happy for her. Apparently, Jean and her husband have a condo in the city that they use to entertain clients and for weekend getaways. She went on to tell me that Jean offered to let us use the condo if we wanted to continue our affair.

So I said, “Lori, what do you want to do?” “I really miss that part of our relationship but I just don’t want to do anything to make you unhappy.” She said, “You know Jim, I think we have already proven that we’re friends and we can handle this.” “I need to make love with best friend again.”

So for several months, we would meet at Jean’s condo in the City after work a couple times a week. With every love making session, it seems our sex would go to the next level. We experimented with anal, did some role playing, and I bought her a lot of sex toys that she loved using in front of me.

One day out of the blue, I got a call from Jean and she invited me to have a drink with her after work. At first, I was a little hesitant but I agreed.

When I met her at the bar, I had to admit that she almost took my breath away. She was wearing a tight black business skirt and with a matching jacket and a hot pink silk blouse. She was showing a little cleavage and she was sitting on the bar stool with her legs crossed and I could see a lot of her thighs, including where her garters were holding up the top of her sheer black stockings.

But I sat down with her and she said, “I bet you are wondering why I asked to see you?” and I said, “Yes, I don’t have a clue.”

She went on to say that even though she approved of my affair with Lori, it occurred to her that maybe it was time for Lori to work harder on the sexual part of her marriage, given the fact that she was young and had such a beautiful family and so much to give up if Grant found out about us.

I said, “Jean, this is amazing because honestly, the first time that Lori and I made love, I thought the same thing.” “I really care for her and in a different place and time, I could fall in love with her, but I haven’t allowed that emotion.” “I think Lori is now a different person sexually and perhaps if she used some her new sexual skills with Grant, she could once again be totally fulfilled in her marriage.”

With out going into a lot of detail, Jean and I started to play tag team with coaching Lori. As much as I didn’t want to, I suggested to Lori that we stop meeting for our sexual encounters.

Sure enough, it worked and Jean and I were proud to learn that Grant was showing interest in Lori sexually again. Lori shared with me that it wasn’t as good as making love with me and that nobody would ever be as good in and out of bed as I was with her. But she was starting to be fully in love with her husband again and they were even talking about having another child and maybe going for a little boy this time.

I knew that Jean and I had succeeded when I watched the two of them holding hands as they were walking down the street one day with their girls and he reached over and kissed her on the lips in public.

Lori and I are back to our pre-sex friendship. We have been tempted at times and whenever we get the urge to do it one more time for old time’s sake, I remind her that we’re friends and we can handle this. And we always do, and I’m very proud of us and I will always cherish our friendship.

But the story doesn’t end here.

I got another call from Jean at work a couple of months later and she invited me to have a drink with her. I met her at the bar and as usual, she was looking red hot but in a few minutes her husband showed up and we started to chat. As we talked, I realized that he was a great guy and I looked forward to spending time with this couple. They were fun to be with.

Then Jean floored me and said, “Jim, there is something you should know. I am a Hot Wife and my husband likes to share me with other men. If half of the things that Lori said about you sexually are true, then I think you, me and my husband may have to get together sometime.”

My wife happened to be out of town that day and so I came right back and said, “How about right now?”

We left the bar and headed to their condo and had a wild night of sex. Her husband watched us at first but then he joined in and the highlight of the evening was when Jean was riding my cock and her husband entered her ass and we both fucked the hell out of her. That was six months ago and now we meet regularly. I’m just one of Jean’s lovers and I was even asked to join in on one of the gang bangs that her husband set up for her.

So this story has come full circle.

Because of Lori’s friendship with me, she is now faithfully committed to her marriage and the life that she and Grant have created for their family. Because of my friendship with Lori, I met Jean and her husband and I have finally found a woman that can keep up with me sexually and her husband is happy to share her with me. This is just what happens when two people are friends and really know how to handle whatever a friendship and life in general throws at them.

Jean just can’t get enough sex, and I can’t get enough of her mature body. I love to lift up her big sagging breasts and listen to her moan as I suck them like a baby and I love to gently slap her slightly oversized ass when I fuck her doggie while she sucks her husband’s cock. Jean and her husband are interested in bringing my wife into the relationship. Jean is working on that one and I have no doubt that she will figure out how to make it work, just like she did with Lori and Grant. But I’ll save that for another story.

So as I said at the beginning of this story, I really prefer older women, at least when it comes to sex. Or to be politically correct, “mature” women. I’ll take a “mature” woman in her 40s or 50s any day over someone who is younger.

That is my story, and I’m sticking with it.

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