“It’s not what it looks like, Mickey!” she started to shriek at me, but I quickly held up both hands like I was the victim of a hold-up, and she shut up.
“I’m sorry, Traci, but it’s exactly what it looks like. Young Jack Axelrod and you must have had yourselves quite a time of it last night. I bet he’s even going into work late this morning, too, at the university.
She stammered, staggered, stammered some more, and finally ran upstairs and into the master bathroom. I heard the shower going soon after, and while it was running I quietly unlocked the bathroom door, found her used panties on the floor, put them into a plastic bag for evidence if I needed them, and left the room, all without her knowing I was there.
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I started the evening off with Stephanie in a somewhat uncomfortable “69,” gently playing with and licking her pussy. I say somewhat uncomfortable because at my age, getting into and out of a 69 is not so easy anymore. But Stephanie really likes it, so to me that’s all that matters. I’m doing it.
At first I rubbed along her pussy lips, which gets her motor going, then I inserted first one, then two fingers into her steamy pussy. Two orgasms later, I started using my tongue along her lips while still fingering her engorged clit, and she started her bucking bronco act. She had four more orgasms this way, with each getting progressively bigger, and she started to get louder with each one. At this point I figure it’s time to move down to the end of the bed and get my face in there, and although she is somewhat rough on me, the four really hard orgasms I got out of her were more than worth it. A few minutes later, I got another Big O, but I could feel that her body was tiring out, so after the last one I climbed up next to her and we both caught our breath for a bit. She didn’t mind that my face was covered in her juices as I kissed her passionately. She jerked on my cock to get me back as hard as I was earlier, and when I thought I was ready, I plunged into her in one quick stroke because she was wonderfully, sloppily wet.
Ten minutes later, I was making unintelligible noises myself as I emptied my load into her. I moved off to the side and we laid facing each other, entwined in each other’s bodies and playing kissy-face like teenagers.
At 51, Stephanie was just coming into her own, I felt. Sure, she no longer had the body of a 25-year-old, but considering she’d had two kids, the time she spent in the gym in the last several years had definitely paid dividends. The little bit of sag she had in her boobs was natural and turned me on way more than it discouraged me. She had medium-length brown hair surrounding an angular face, with sparkling blue eyes.
And while she didn’t have the body of a 25-year-old, she was a confident, mature woman who was ready to be someone’s lifelong partner if they were smart enough to see it. Me, I saw it, but no, I wasn’t ready to go the lifelong route, so for the time being Stephanie and I were very good friends, with great benefits.