MY HUSBAND NEVER DID THAT TO ME

I quickly learnt some of the single women were still sexually attractive, two in particular. I used to walk bare chested and suntanned past the pool on my morning walk. On Thursdays there was always an exercise class of some sort in the pool with a woman shouting instructions to a group of women. Invariably some of the women would look closely at me and call out ‘good morning.’

If I was a little early on the Thursdays I could look the women over before they got into the pool. The majority of the women were past being sexually attractive, with a few notable exceptions.

In due course I fell into conversation with Elsa, one of the women who had greeted me with a cheery, ‘good morning’, dressed in a one piece bathing suit as she lay back tanning herself. Lot’s of two way questions, quickly learning she was a lonely widow.

“My girlfriend and me return at eleven to sunbath, why don’t you come along and talk to us?” I did join them, Elsa and her friend Zali. Admiring their lush, mature size 12-14 tanned bodies in tight fitting, one-piece swim suits, wonderful firm, fleshy thighs and enough generous cleavage to convince me the two older women still had magnificent tits.

Turning to lean on their elbows before Elsa asked me to oil her shoulders, then her back as she managed to expose it for me. Wishing I could oil her obviously big ass concealed under her costume as I oiled her thighs, then the insides of them as she opened her legs for me.

Elsa so confident while talking to me all the time, confiding in me, telling me she was a wealthy widow after her older husband died more than a year ago. Her hand behind her back, slipping her bathing costume into the crack of her ass, exposing it for me so I could oil it. Wow, what a waste on a fifty-year old widow. The ultimate tactile feel surely, my hand on her magnificent big ass, then two hands all over it. Forcing my clenched fists into it, relaying pressure to her vulva.

Elsa suggested we move to a more secluded spot, the dress optional area, sitting on a chair, sliding the top of her costume down to expose a magnificent pair of tanned, slightly saggy tits for me, her girlfriend Zali watching on, admiring her tits almost as much as me. Standing behind her sitting in the chair, my large hands oiling her tits and nipples. Hoping the two women were aware of my erection straining against my bathing costume.

Later over coffee with Elsa I told her, “I am very attracted to you.” Reading her body language before I continued. “Your wonderful lush body is a turn on for me.” Holding her hands, carefully studying her body language some more before I told her, “I had an erection for you earlier.” Hoping I hadn’t overstepped.

“I know you did, so pleased I can still turn on a man, a younger man especially. I haven’t had a man since my husband passed. Would you like to be the first?” Kissing with our tongues across the table.

I was so pleased to be the first after she took my hand and led me to her unit. My erection under my slacks obvious to those who looked, our intentions also obvious to them, an older woman about to enjoy a mutual seduction with a younger man. My ego in overdrive.

And enjoy it we did, kissing passionately with our tongues as we removed each other’s clothes. Admiring each others naked bodies for the first time. Flattering me when she told me I was huge, much bigger than her husband. Feasting on her magnificent pair of slightly saggy tits. Nipples to die for, licking and sucking them. Whispering to me, “I hope you like my 36D tits.”

Telling me, “My husband never did that to me, as I licked and kissed her big ass, clenching it for me as I worshiped it, the few sexy dimples an extra turn on for me. “My ass likes it, you kinky boy. What have I been missing?”

Placing her on chair, opening her legs for me, licking and kissing my way up her wonderful creamy thighs to her sexy, thick black pubes, my tongue finding her clit. Elsa moaning, “Oh fuck yes, my husband never did that to me,” as I showed her what a clitoral orgasm was.

Elsa urging me to fuck her like a woman who hadn’t had sex, a fuck for years. In the afterglow, telling me, “My husband never fucked me for as long as that.”

Telling her later, I wanted to shave her copious bush, explaining what I wanted her pubes to look like, offering her a few choices.