I was seeing a woman I had met on AMM when I was about 55 or so. She was an older woman around 63 from memory. She was a solid build, not fat but nice tits and good stamina. We would root all weekend on and off. I would see her every so often at her place, she had a nice house on the Central Coast. Our favourite was for me to sit up in bed with my back against the wall and have her mount me. We would just sit there most of the time, discussing the meaning of life as I pulled and sucked on her nipples occasionally and she gently bobbed up and down on my tool. I did a story on her some time ago so I won’t go over that again as it is not the point of this story.

She had a reasonable circle of friends and every so often when we weren’t rooting we would go and visit one of them. She was a keen gardener and liked to go to nurseries or to look at other peoples gardens to get ideas for her own. I wasn’t fussed either way and while she was a good sport I was really there to root myself silly on the weekend before returning to the week day work grind.

She had told me about this older gardening friend of hers one time and we had visited her back then. She told me how she had had, shall we say, an interesting life, having five children all too different guys when she was younger. She was in her early to mid seventies and so the five kids had long since left the nest. My lady friend hopped off my tool and decided that we should call in on this woman again to have the usual cuppa and to look at her garden. My tool had pumped (leaked would be a better description) a good quantity of pre-cum into her as she sat on me in bed that morning.

Just as an aside has anyone else experienced that sensation? It is usually when I have been inside a woman for some time as in the scenario already described. The pre-cum must be building up. I clench my groin muscles and squirt a release of pre-cum into my woman. I’m not cumming, its just pre-cum but the sensation of drilling or pumping it inside her is very satisfying but the woman doesn’t seem to notice.

Anyway back to my woman’s friend, I had rooted my woman from behind, bent over the kitchen bench, the night before and while I enjoyed that and was eyeing off the bench once more she bounced enthusiastically into the kitchen dining room all dressed and ready to go. I had had my mind made up for me and so I thought why not, an outing might be a nice change. A quick phone call to check that her friend was home and off we went.

Some time later we arrived at the friend’s older style house that had been renovated and was neatly kept, complete with front garden as previously described. Her friend greeted us at the front door and after the hugs and kisses between the girls and a friendly greeting to me we went in and were ushered down the hallway past the lounge room and into the sunny back room just off the kitchen. As we sat there and the women did most of the talking I reacquainted my mind with my woman’s friend’s body. She was/is a slightly framed person, fairly flat chest or the dress she was wearing certainly didn’t show off any tits. I couldn’t remember anything spectacular in that department from my first visit to her and I usually remember things like that. Her arse wasn’t large but it was certainly bigger than her tits. All in all she was just an older woman enjoying her retirement in her house and garden in the sunshine which is how it should be. I thought how I was looking forward to being an older guy in the same or similar situation and not having to get up in the dark every morning to beat the traffic to get to work with all of the other week day working slaves.

As we sat there her friend busied herself in the kitchen and carried on the conversation at a slightly raised volume with us from there. She mentioned some plant or other and my woman couldn’t contain herself and immediately raced out the door to the garden to look at whatever they were talking about. The friend came out of the kitchen into the room where I was sitting and while talking though the open, albeit partially curtained window to my woman, put our teas down and without stopping after releasing the teas placed her hand down between my legs and onto my crotch. Even though mere minutes before I had been analyzing her body and was in full perving mode, I wasn’t prepared for her actions and looked up at her in an alarmed but nevertheless grateful way, grabbing her wrist and “quietly” shouting “what are you doing?!” She went on talking to my woman in a slightly raised voice so that my woman, who was now wandering around the garden, could hear her, about the bloody plant and groped down harder on my tool and balls. That prompted a breath gasping, eye opening display of a mixture of pain and sexual pleasure as it felt like my balls were going to make an appearance in my throat. Despite my pain/pleasure and my terror of being discovered by my garden exploring woman, my fight to get her friend’s hand off my gear was weakening fast and I eventually just held her wrist in place lest she stop groping, rather than trying to get it the hell out of my groin! I left her to grope around all the while craning my neck to check that my woman was still out in the garden with her plants. It was difficult not to wince in pain as she wasn’t holding back groping and squeezing my cluster. I had opened my legs to give her better access and moved her hand so that it could engulf even more of my jewels. I remember that she put her other hand onto the back of my chair to support herself as she must have been tiring with all of the effort she was putting into assaulting my gear. She eventually stopped and released my by now erect tool and gave my balls a well deserved rest, returning to her chair that was thankfully way over on the other side of the table, just as my woman reappeared from the garden, chattering away about how well the bush or whatever it was, was doing. They both nattered (the friend completely calm and composed) on, as I tried to recover and think about what had just happened.

Their conversation went on and I excused myself, asking where the toilet was and retired to clean myself up just in case a wet spot decided to add itself to my confusion and fear of discovery. Once in there I unzipped and allowed my by now half flaccid tool to flop out still engorged and fat but sagging down. I almost felt sorry for it as it had after all been minding its own business, warm and snug with its two mates in their dark hidey hole when it was fallen upon by some unknown hand and mauled severely. I opened my pants and lowered them and my undies down around my knees and I stood there assessing the damage. I couldn’t help but stop to admire my gear in the vanity mirror. The fat, broad backed dangling tool, the disgusting old skin of the scrotum protruding out of both sides from behind it and the balls hanging down putting a strain on that old looking skin by their sheer size and weight. Yeah, yeah, dream on.

My undies were awash with pre-cum but it hadn’t managed to soak through to my pants. The tool was still oozing pre-cum in its pathetic dangling stance. I grabbed some toilet paper, quickly placing it under the eye of oozing phallus to catch the ever increasing in length, strand of crystal clear goo before wiping the strand and the offending knob of any excess, squeezing out the hopefully final gobs into the paper before consigning it to the toilet bowl and sending it on its trip to the treatment works and then the ocean for all of the little fishies to enjoy. Who’d be a fish?! I had to be careful that my knob didn’t drip down any of its goo into my pants or onto the floor. I wouldn’t want anyone to slip and hurt themselves would I? After a clean up, including the floor, I returned to the girls who were still gabbling away. I don’t think they even missed me and we left shortly after.

I can’t remember what we did for the rest of the day or the following day. My thoughts were elsewhere. I left for home the following night and wound my way through the dark streets heading for the expressway and home. It was about then that the dick took over the navigation and I found myself heading back to the friend’s place. I parked outside and wrestled with my conscience before the dick had its way and I fronted nervously up to the front door. I knocked and stood there in the darkness before the front verandah light came on and her face appeared at the curtained side window beside the door. “oh” was all I heard as she recognised me through the window. She opened the door and said abruptly “what do YOU want?” I had heard the “oh” and “What do YOU want” from women in the past, when they know full well what YOU want. YOU want to get your dick into them and they know that!

From a philosophical and conscientious point of view, does doing the slutty old friend of my woman behind her back make me a cad and a bastard? If it does then I will blame my dick again. That bloody thing has got me into so much trouble over the years!

She opened the door and I went in and she shut the door behind me. Nothing was said and I followed her into the lounge room. She was wearing her dressing gown over her nightie. She very provocatively opened her dressing gown and I had her bent over the back of the lounge in nothing flat. She let out the first of many little old lady “ooohs” as I did so. I unzipped, had my dick out, pulled up her night gown and pulled down her panties in a positively indecent hurry. I took my dick in hand, fished around for her twat and drove my dick into her. Another “ooooh” and a few grunts from both of us as I drove her into the lounge with almost brutish cruelty, my tool enjoying its revenge for her hard handling of it the day before. She was balanced on the back of the lounge, her feet off the ground but she managed to put her hand around onto my arse to try to pull me into her and to get me to root her harder and I thought I was being a right bastard up to that point so I increased the pounding. The whole lounge was rocking and the “oooohs” and “aaaghs” were coming fast and frequently and they were loud. It was after all her house and so I just let her scream and carry on before I exploded into her delivering a gush of hot cum that added to the squishing sound of my dick coursing into her in those final thrusts of jism delivering desperation, straining to empty the entire contents of my balls into her. Generous, that’s the kinda guy I am.

I thanked her and we agreed to keep this little episode between us. I hitched up my pants and left. This became a pattern as I saw her after a weekend with my woman a few times, briefly dropping in to do her on my way home to Sydney. It was usually the same routine of getting into the lounge room with indecent sexually driven haste, draping her over the back of the lounge and giving her a furious quickie hump all within fifteen or twenty minutes or so and then hitching up my pants and racing out the door. There was a one time exception though. This time she stopped me as we arrived in the lounge room. She started to undo my shirt and peeled it off my shoulders, with it still tucked into my pants and my arms still in my sleeves, to fall down exposing my chest.

Now I am not the biggest built guy in the chest department but she proceeded to run her hands all over my arms and shoulders and through the hairs on my chest. She is only a little thing and I am fairly tall so she was reaching up enjoying my chest which I thrust out in a Tarzanish sort of way (and they say women are vain) when she sneakily went for my belt. I didn’t need anymore information as I took over and stripped off for her, standing there naked with my tool standing out like a lump of wood. She on the other hand was fully clothed in her pyjamas. I remember that because some of my fluid had leaked out of my knob when I rubbed up against her and dripped down making several marks on the front of the red satin material of the pyjamas.

She looked me up and down and then down at my rampant cock with a smile as if I wasn’t even there, just her and the cock. She picked up a pillow from the lounge and dropped it on the floor at my feet. She took my arm and I helped her to her knees on the pillow, getting her settled and stable before she chuckled and held onto my hips to steady herself. As I peered down on the top of her grey haired head, all I could see was her arms clamped onto my hips or the sides of my thighs and her head wavering around as she tried to dock my annoyingly swinging dick (that I was really trying to hold still for her, but excitement had the better of me) with her mouth. She took me in her mouth and swallowed as much of the cock as she could in one go before returning to tantalisingly just suck on the knob and a bit of the shaft with a delightful noise similar to Hannibal Lecture’s slurping noise in that movie “The Silence Of The Lambs”. Do you remember, he says “I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti” and he makes that slivering slurping noise with his mouth, well she made a similar noise as she slurped her way up and down my tool. I wanted to hold her head, one hand under the chin and the other on the top of her head and really fuck her face but this was her show and I think I just put both of my hands on my head as I didn’t know any better place and let her do her thing.

It was about then as I stood there being serviced that I noticed a reflection of us in the doors of a glass fronted cupboard. I was kinda turned on by my naked body and her kneeling in front of me going for her life on my phallus. I threw out my chest and my hips to present my tool to her even more and felt like grunting like Tarzan or one of his ape friends.

She varied her technique, slurping along the sides of the shaft like sucking on the sides of a corn cob. As she ran her lips along the shaft I could hear the wetness as her lips rippling over the veins in my tool. All of this time I could feel that she had hold of my balls in a “feel the weight” caressing sort of grip at first that changed to a full strangulation grip of my scrotum pulling down on my nuts as she worked on the cock. After slurping along my shaft, she returned to concentrate on gobbling down on the knob. She must have been tiring as she slowed and the bastard that I am I held her head and started to drive my tool in and out of her mouth. I couldn’t be too much of a bastard though as she still had hold of my balls. It was all very horny, although the balls did feel a bit painful at times but it didn’t take much of that before I could feel my orgasm welling up and that it was about to deliver a tidal wave of hot jism spurting out of the tip of my knob in the warm darkness of her mouth and throat.

I couldn’t contain myself. She knew I was going to orgasm. She took hold of the side of my thighs and held on. The sight of her bracing herself was too much for my excitement and I filled her mouth with my cum, making her cough and gag with little lip farting explosions along the sides of my shaft. I slowed my thrusting and I could hear her lips making that squishing noise as they were still tightly wrapped around my veiny nobbley shaft, until my cum ran back out over her chin and dripped down the front of her night gown. I strained and trembled to drain myself into her mouth and then pulled out allowing my spent tool to flop down. I helped her to her feet, cleaned myself up, dressed and left as I had to work the following day and I had a long drive in front of me.

I’d like to say that this routine went on for some time but my woman dumped me a few weeks later as she was going overseas for some time, so I didn’t see either of them again and life went on.