It was a week ago since our trip to the theatre and I was having trouble shaking the incredible experience of Di sucking my cock in the back of the car on the ride home from the theatre, with my wife sat oblivious in the front seat. I couldn’t forget the words from my head that she’d whispered to me, as my wife and I got out of the car…————————————————————————————It’s another slow Autumnal afternoon, when I’m shaken from my day-dreaming slumber by the shrill ringing of our phone.”Hello?”A woman’s voice, almost business like down the receiver, “Ian. Its Di. Come up and see me. Steve’s out. Let’s finish what we started last week.””Err, what do you mean?””Do I have to spell it out to you, Ian? Haven’t you been thinking about me since the theatre? Well, I’d like you to come to my house and fuck me senseless. Is that clear enough for you?”My heart skips several beats and my stomach lurches in a mix of excitement and fear. “Err, Okay, I’ll be up in ten minutes,” I hear myself say, half whispering, looking around furtively and covering the handset in case my wife’s in earshot.”Good! Now you’d better put your little wife on for me, or she’ll be wondering why I called. Course I won’t tell her that I rang to ask her husband round for a fuck,” she adds, mischievously.With that, I drop the receiver and call my wife, Pat, to the phone. As she starts to natter away to her ‘friend’, I indicate that I’m off to take the dog out for a walk.My knees are trembling in anticipation as I walk up the road to her house. In addition to the excitement, guilty thoughts are rushing through güvenilir bahis my head, Why do I do this? It’s not that I don’t love my wife, I do, but ever since we had kids, sex has been pretty much off the agenda, and as a consequence over the years, I’d sought solace in the arms of a variety of women. At my age, I should know better! I continue to ponder. A retired man in his sixties probably shouldn’t be behaving like this, problem is, I’ve never really lost the urge. If a beautiful woman makes a play for me, I just can’t resist, no matter how guilty I feel about it afterwards.I arrive at the house and knock on the door. Di in a white blouse and navy flared trousers opens the door and motions me in. She’s still chatting on the phone to my wife.”Oh it’s the plumber… I’ll have to go in a minute and show him where the stop-cock is!” to which I hear laughter down the other end of the line.”Yes, the kitchen’s straight through there,” Di says for the benefit of my wife, “I’ll be through in a mo…”I let my dog off the lead and he runs straight through the kitchen to play with Di’s dog in the garden outside. Still on the phone, Di walks up to me and grabs my cock through my trousers.”He’s quite dishy actually!” she says to my other half, smiling coyly and winking at me.God! This is some bitch I’m dealing with here… I consider, but in truth nothing would stop me now, as Di makes her excuses to my wife and hangs up the phone.”Right. Steve’s just popped out to the supermarket, so it should give us at least an hour.”With that, she grins a wicked smile and, encircling my neck with her arms, begins to kiss me. It’s a güvenilir bahis siteleri wet, hungry kiss and her tongue probes inside my mouth lustily. I respond by grabbing her arse and pulling her closer to me, so that my growing hardness digs into her midriff.Feeling my cock against her she turns and leans her head back on my shoulder, inviting me to nuzzle her neck as she shoves her soft, large bum cheeks against my hardness. I move my hands from her waist, up her tight white cotton blouse to squeeze her full, heavy breasts. God I’ve missed these! I’ve wanked myself stupid this last week thinking about them and I revel in their softness and weight as I gently cup them.”Hmmm. You like them don’t you?” she asks. “Much bigger than your wife’s, eh?””God, you’re such a bitch!””I am aren’t I?” she smiles wickedly, “but you still want to fuck me don’t you, Ian?” she laughs, turning to look me in my eyes and kiss me, biting my lower lip as she does.I start to lose my inhibitions and grab and fondle her breasts more roughly now, as I start to undo her buttons to gain direct access.”Only me, Mum!” comes the sudden shout and both of us jump apart from one another, as if we’ve been electrocuted.Seconds later her son, Rich, strides into the kitchen. “Hi, Mum!” he says to Di, then spotting me says, “Oh hiya Ian, what are you doing here?”I hesitate, flustered by the situation and look to Di for help.”Oh he just popped by to do a little favour for your Dad,” she replied.”Right. Do you know where my spare set of keys are? I’ve locked myself out of my flat.””What again? Richard! You’ll have to be more careful!” she says, iddaa siteleri pulling out a spare set from the kitchen drawer.”Thanks, Mum! Gotta dash!” and with that he turns to leave as quickly as he arrived.”Love you too, darling!” shouts Di sarcastically, seemingly much quicker to regain her composure than me. Maybe she’s used to this sort of thing?!As the door closes once more, she grabs my hand, “Right, let’s go upstairs, where hopefully we won’t be disturbed.”As we enter the marital bedroom we kiss once more before quickly relieving each other of our outer-garments, like a pair of randy teenagers.”You’re a stunning woman, Diane!” I gasp as my eyes admire her.She smiles and, sitting alongside me on the bed, kisses me delicately once more, one hand on my cheek. Lust however quickly takes over, and as the kissing gets more passionate she fetches my cock out of my boxer shorts and gently starts to wank me.She’s dictating the pace here, but the sensation is heavenly, and something I rarely get to enjoy from my wife. I brush Di’s hair back behind her ears, so that I can look into her brown eyes.”Lie down,” she says abruptly getting up, to step out of her black panties and remove her love heart necklace that sits proudly at the top of her delightful cleavage, placing it on the bedside table. She continues to fiddle with something else as I lay back and run my fingers up and down her long spine.Then she turns and announces, “Right, Ian. I’ve waited long enough. I want that big cock of yours inside me now!” and with that she clambers astride me and slowly lowers herself down on top of me inch by inch, gasping as she does.I look up at her, this gorgeous creature and can barely believe my eyes. She looks a good ten years younger than her true age, with skin still firm and very little in the way of stretch marks, belying the fact she recently entered her fifth decade.