Widow Neighbor
My wife and I moved to a new, upscale neighborhood out in the suburbs. We have been married for over twenty years and are in our mid forties, but have never had children. We both work; my wife as a legal secretary and I am a realtor.
Our new home is on a quiet cul de sac and there are no children close to our home, thank goodness. We have been here about six months, and have met a few of the neighbors, but have not made any close relationships. Our next door neighbor, Margaret, is a lovely widow lady, 68 years old, but doesn’t look it. She is tall and slender (about 5’9” and 135 pounds, or so) and keeps herself in excellent physical shape. She has a pool and says she walks daily and then enjoys taking long laps in the pool.
Our house has two stories, and the upstairs has the Master bedroom on one end and I have my office on the other end. My office window overlooks Margaret’s house and backyard, and I can see her back patio and pool. I have seen her swimming, occasionally, and even in a swimsuit, I am amazed at how well she has maintained her figure and looks.
My wife and I keep unusual and irregular hours; she may work late or work weekends if an important case is in the works. I am on call to my real estate clients, and often have to go out on a listing or an offer and often run open houses on weekends. This has played havoc with our sex life, but in truth, it had gotten a bit stale over the years. We manage to make love about once a month and on special occasions or holidays, we try to do it up right, but the zest is missing.
One afternoon, I came home to do some work, and as I sat at my desk in the office, I noticed Margaret come outside next door in a thigh length coverup, and carrying a glass and a towel. I thought nothing about it because I just assumed she was going for a swim. But just as I was about to go back to my paperwork, she opened the robe and draped it over the back of her chaise and she was completely nude! I couldn’t help but admire her body, because I have never seen an older woman look quite that good. Oh sure, her breasts were not as firm as they once were, and her skin was slightly wrinkled on the backs of her arms, but her legs were firm and still shapely and her stomach was flat and solid. Her pubic area was a dark triangle, but appeared from this distance to be trimmed short. She lay down on the chaise, and her feet and legs were pointed in my direction, so I got a wide open view of her crotch area.
She took a small bottle of what I assumed to be lotion and began to spread it on her arms, chest and legs, and then she lay back, and I was startled to see her begin to massage her breast with one hand while the other began to massage her pussy. My cock began to swell as I watched this elegant lady stroking herself…this is one of my favorite erotic turn-ons; watching a woman masturbate. My wife used to do this for me once in a while when we were first married and experimenting, but she has not done it for years. As I watched, my cock grew harder, and I found myself taking it out and slowly stroking; my eyes were glued to Margaret’s stroking hand.
After just a few minutes, her body was tensing and her legs were apart, knees up and toes curling. She had a strained look on her face and I could see her pinching and pulling her nipple. Her mouth was open, and she kept licking her lips…her hips were beginning to undulate and I could see her stomach muscles were taught. Then I watched as her body convulsed and her hips jerked and her fingers were a blur on her crotch before she suddenly stiffened in climax, and finally relaxed, breathing heavily. I had not cum, but my hand and penis were covered by pre-cum. I decided to wait, as much as I wanted to cum because I was enjoying the intense pleasure of just being highly aroused for the first time in a long time.
As I watched, Margaret slowly got up from the chaise and dove into the pool and began to swim several slow laps. Finally, she got out and toweled off, then put her robe on and went into the house. I wanted to rush over there and take her in my arms and kiss her and make love to her. My God, what was I thinking? This woman was old enough to be my mother! And no, I have never had any desire to have sex with my mother, but for one of the very few times in my life, I was tempted to cheat on my wife with another woman. How was I going to deal with this?
That night, my wife got home around seven and I had prepared a nice meal, opened a good bottle of wine and we had a relaxing dinner together. I cleaned up the kitchen while she showered, and then I made the little overtures that signaled I was in a loveable mood. She was receptive, since we had last made love about two weeks before. We went to bed about nine, and I began to kiss and fondle her, and when she was ready, I began to kiss her body, starting at her neck and working down. This is one of her favorite things, and when I kissed and licked her thighs and moved to her pussy, it was soaking wet. I tongue fucked her for a while, then took her clit between my teeth, gently and began to massage it with my tongue. The whole time, my thoughts were on the scene of Margaret masturbating that afternoon, and when my wife finally exploded into orgasm, I continued licking until she pushed me away, gasping for air.
When she was finally recovered, I turned her over and pulled her to her knees at the end of the bed, and then entered her from the rear, doggy style. This is one of my favorite positions because it lets me get in as deep as I can, and I can use my hands while I fuck her. I began pumping into her, deeper and deeper; I don’t think I have ever been as hard as I was this night. I looked down and saw her puckered hole, and used the tip of my finger to tickle it, and then put my finger in her which always seems to excite her, even though she doesn’t like anal sex. I felt her beginning to spasm, again, in a new climax, and I began to pound into her as hard and fast as I could, slamming against her cervix. The image of Margaret’s climax flashed through my mind and I came in a huge gush with a half dozen spurts into my wife’s pussy. I finally collapsed onto the bed beside her, gasping for air.
“What was that all about?” my wife asked, with a smile.
“I don’t know. I’ve just been feeling…horny, lately. That was terrific! Was it good for you?” I asked her.
“Oh yes…better than good…it was great!” and she rolled over and gave me a big kiss. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and I felt ten years younger.
A few days later, I came home early again, and just as I was pulling into my drive, Margaret drove into her own driveway, and we waved at each other. I walked out to my mailbox to get the mail, and saw Margaret starting to unload groceries from her car, so I went over to help. I grabbed the last two bags and carried them into her kitchen for her, and she offered me a glass of lemonade, which I accepted.
I looked out her back window and saw the pool, and memories of her naked body came into my mind. “I saw you swimming a few days ago” I said to her. “You have a very nice…stroke” I smiled at the double entendre.
She looked a little startled for a moment, and I thought I saw a slight blush on her face. “I’m sorry…my office is right there” I said, pointing to the upstairs window overlooking her back yard. “I apologize if that offends you. I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy” I started to say. “I just was home working, and I happened to see you... taking a swim” I told her.
She smiled, and then said “Yes, I often like to…swim…for relaxation. At my age, I don’t have much opportunity, otherwise”. The double entendres were thick, and the sexual tension was suddenly tangible. “If you would like to join me, you would be welcome…anytime” she smiled at me, again. NO hint of a blush, this time.
“I would like that…very much. Thank you” I smiled back at her.
“I’m about to go for a swim now, as a matter of fact” she said. “Would you care to join me?”
I almost couldn’t speak, but finally croaked out “Yesss…that would be nice. Let me go get my suit, and I’ll join you.”
“Sometimes, I find it more relaxing to swim in the buff…would that bother you?” she was smiling at my discomfort. “After all, we are adults, and can behave ourselves…don’t you agree?”
I didn’t know quite what to say. My cock had started to swell at the thought, but what if my wife…oh, hell, she wouldn’t be home for hours.
“Well…I’m game if you are” I said, lamely.
With that, she headed for her bedroom, and less than three minutes later had emerged wearing the same short robe I had seen her in a few days before. She fixed us both another glass of lemonade, then led me to her patio, and without a word, dropped the robe onto the chaise and dove, naked into the pool.
“Come on in, the water’s fine” she called out. I began to undress, laying my clothes out on another chair, and conscious of the fact that I had a hard on. As I turned toward the pool, I saw her eyes on my cock, and I almost started to cover it up, but then I realized that she was as interested in seeing me naked and aroused as I was of seeing her in the same state.
I dove into the cool water, and swam to the far side before coming up for air. I rested my arms on the side of the pool, breathing slowly, and Margaret swam up beside me. “Do you swim much?” she asked me.
“I used to, but I haven’t done much in the past few years” I told her.
“Stay with me, and we’ll take a couple of slow laps” and she pushed over, and began to stroke the length of the pool. I pushed off and followed. I had forgotten how tiring swimming can be and by the end of the fourth lap, I was breathing heavily and had to stop. Margaret swam up beside me and was barely winded. “It takes a while to build up your stamina” she said. “You need to practice as often as possible…you can use my pool anytime you like” she smiled rather wantonly at me.
She climbed out of the pool, and stood naked before me. “Come on…you can rub some lotion on me” she told me. I climbed out, and my cock was now soft from the cool water and exercise. She lay down on her stomach on the chaise, and reached back with a bottle of lotion in my direction. I took it, and poured some onto her back and began to rub it into her skin. First her back and shoulders and arms, then her waist and buttocks. She spread her legs as I rubbed the oil into her buttocks, and my cock began to grow, again. I continued down the back of her thighs, and then back up between her cheeks, and her hips raised up and her buttocks spread for me. I rubbed oil into her crack, and my fingers rubbed over her anus and I heard her gasp. She kept her hips elevated, clearly offering her anus and pussy to me, so I let my fingers slide deeper until they stroked her slit. It was wet and slippery, and not from the pool water. I slipped one finger in, and she pushed back against my hand, with a sign and moan. I tickled her clit, and continued to very gently fingerfuck her from behind.
I didn’t want to make her cum too quickly; I kept my pace slow and even, and my cock was fully erect by this time. Finally, I patted her on the ass, and motioned for her to roll over, and she did so, spreading her legs and raising her knees, so her pussy was fully open to my sight. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were firm and erect, and I began to rub oil onto them, squeezing and pinching the tips.
Margaret’s eyes were closed and her face had an intense look of concentration. I was certain she was in full arousal, and was approaching a climax. Her hips began to hump upwards, and this confirmed her condition. I leaned over and took one of her nipples in my teeth as my fingers quickly stroked her clitoris, and when I felt her first spasm, I quickly moved down, and put my mouth on her opening and plunged my tongue in and tongue fucked her as hard as I could. Her hips bucked and her whole body contracted as she had a deep orgasm with several waves of spasms lasting almost a full minute.
When her contractions began to die, she whispered “Oh my God…it’s been so long…” A tear ran down her cheek. I just took her in my arms and held her, and her body began to shake. Finally, she began to relax, and lay back, once more smiling up at me. “Thank you” she said.
“My pleasure” I responded. She sat up, brushed her hair back, then took my shoulders, and made me lay back on the chaise. My cock had softened, slightly, but she took it in her hands, and began stroking and licking it, and in no time, I was hard as a rock, again. My wife sometimes gives me oral sex, but she doesn’t like me to cum in her mouth, so it’s been a long time since I’ve had a good blowjob. Margaret not only gave a good blowjob…she gave a GREAT blowjob. She took me deep into her throat with her tongue and throat muscles massaging me the whole time, and as I began to approach my own climax, I tried to pull her up, but she kept sucking and stroking until I blew my whole load into her throat and mouth. It was the most incredible blowjob I’ve ever had.
We both fell asleep for a while, and I woke up with Margaret gently cleaning my cock with a warm cloth, and when I opened my eyes, she smiled at me gently and then leaned over and kissed the tip. “You had better get dressed. Your wife will be home before long”, she said softly. I got up and got dressed and headed home. I took a hot shower and started dinner. My wife came home about seven, again, and I fixed her a nice dinner and we went to bed early without making love. That weekend, however, I made love to her twice, and it was long, hard and extremely passionate. It was the best sex we had had for years.
“What’s gotten into you” my wife asked, grinning from ear to ear.
“Must be middle age” I told her. “I’m just feeling my oats, again” I grinned. We had a great weekend.
Over the next several weeks, I saw Margaret at least once a week, and we made love in almost every conceivable position, just like teenagers. I even tried anal sex with her, and though she was very tight, she was willing. Her pussy was also tighter than my wife’s, and fucking her was like fucking a teenager. I used my fingers to explore her ass, and finally got it stretched enough that when I was well lubed, I could penetrate her rectum, and she said she loved the feeling, She had an orgasm while I was butt fucking her, and that only enhanced my own climax.
Meanwhile, I was making love to my wife at least once, and sometimes twice, per week. Each time seemed to be more passionate than the last. We had not had sex like this since our first year of marriage. She seemed curious about my newly aroused libido, but accepted the fact that I was just hitting a new stride.
Margaret was an incredible lover. She would do anything I asked and try any position I wanted. She came very easily, and often would have two, three or more orgasms with each session. My wife also was having more than one orgasm at each tryst.
When Christmas rolled around, we had a party for friends and neighbors, and naturally, Margaret was invited. My wife looked absolutely stunning for the party. She had a new outfit and looked ten years younger than her age. All the men stared, as she went around the room, greeting and serving each guest. She exuded sensuality, without even trying.
When Margaret showed up, she was just as stunning. She wore a dress that flattered her figure and also looked much younger than her age. The two were clearly the standout beauties of the evening. My wife even commented on how lovely Margaret looked, but I just quietly agreed and said nothing more. Sometime during the evening, my wife and Margaret wound up in the kitchen, together, and were engaged in an animated discussion, both laughing and giggling and having a great time. It made me very nervous, but I could say nothing.
Finally, when the evening was done, and we had picked up the house, my wife and I dragged ourselves to bed. I was about to go to sleep when my wife rolled over and nuzzled my ear and I felt her hand on my cock. I wasn’t really in the mood for sex but she obviously was. I rolled over and began to kiss and stroke her and my cock finally began to show signs of life. I kissed her neck and breasts and went down on her until she came. Then I mounted her in a missionary position and began to stroke in and out. Hers fingernails found my sack, and began to gently scratch and tickle me there, which always sets me off. As I felt my climax building, my wife whispered in my ear “Margaret looked very nice tonight. Maybe you should invite her to join us, sometime” and I exploded into her pussy in a hard and deep cum.
I collapsed beside her on the bed, and while I was still trying to catch my breath, my wife left the room and returned shortly with a warm cloth, and began cleaning my cock and balls. This was something that she had NEVER done. I wasn’t sure what to think.
She finally leaned over and kissed the tip of my cock, then looked up into my face and said “I understand that some men have more than one woman to take care of. Perhaps that’s not such a bad idea, if all of the parties agree. What do you think, my love?” and she had a huge smile on her face.
