Jack sat on the couch after a long day at work, his wife Jenny out with her best friend for a girl’s night. She had already left for the pub when he had arrived home at eight, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the leftover supper from the night before. He got up, grabbed a beer from the fridge and resumed his spot on the couch.
He glanced out the window and noted the neighbour, Katy, wateringher plants in a bikini top and shorts that hugged her sizable rear end just right. His dick stirring at the sight, he reached down and rubbed it through his jeans. After a few minutes, he unbuckled and pulled them down, sliding his hand up and down his now hard cock. He closed his eyes, imagining his wife and the neighbour together, kissing each other, slowly undressing, and rubbing each other. His wife’s hands were working down Katy’s full belly and gently prying her legs to reach for her pussy. Fingering her, then kneeling down and tasting her wetness. He began to stroke harder, his testicles pulling tight at the thought of his wife bringing Katy to an orgasm with her tongue, licking her until she cried out. After a couple of minutes, he started to shoot his cum all over his hands and shirt.
His phone rang, but he let it go to voice mail, not wanting to answer it. A few seconds later, a text message came through.
“Hi, I know it’s late, but I got your number from my friend Erin. I’ve got a plumbing issue that needs to be looked at, I’ve got no hot water. can you give me a call? Thx, Cindy.”
Not bothering to clean up, Jack called the number.
“Hi, this is Jack. I just missed your call. What can I help you with?” he asked, trying to catch his breath after his orgasm.
“Oh, hi. Erin gave me your number; she said you’ve been friends for years, and I can trust you. Can you have a look? I have a really important meeting tomorrow morning and I need to shower. I’m desperate, and I’ll pay whatever you ask.”
“I can swing by in a few minutes, what’s the address? He asked, thinking she sounded older but had a very nice voice. “That’s right around the corner, I’ll be over in ten minutes.”
Jack grabbed a clean shirt and headed over to Cindy’s, texting Jenny that he’d be home much later than expected. He pulled up to a nice brick townhouse complex, designed to look much older than it was.
Ringing the doorbell, Jack was pleased to see Cindy answer. She looked to be in her mid fifties, slim, with a small chest, medium-length brown hair, and sparkling eyes that drew you in when she smiled. She wasn’t stunningly attractive, but it was clear that in her youth she was cute, and due to a combination of genetics and hard work, she had maintained her looks and was very attractive for her age.
Jack stumbled over the normal pleasantries, unsure of why he was having trouble not looking like a dumb-ass in front of her.
“Let’s just go downstairs and I’ll show you the water heater, and you can find out what’s wrong with it,” Cindy said, clearly amused by Jack’s stumbles.
After a couple of minutes, Jack came back upstairs and advised that he was done.
“The thermocouple failed. I replaced it and it should take about half an hour and you’ll have water.”
“Thank you so much,” said Cindy. “I don’t know what I would have done without you. Erin told me so much about you. We’ve worked together for a few years and have become really good friends, so I trust anyone she recommends,” Cindy explained, passing him the money.
“Anytime,” said Jack. “Have a great night. Hope your meeting goes well.”
Jack headed home, thinking about the evening. He wondered how much Erin had told Cindy about him. Did she tell her about how she flirts with him at parties and always finds a way to touch him, and exposes a bit too much chest and flashes her panties at him. How she rubs his cock through his pants and always slides her ass against his crotch when dancing? How about the time she texted him to come to the bathroom and made him wait outside, listening to her moan while she came? She had come out with a very attractive Indian woman, both of them smiling, the bathroom smelling of pussy? He had gone in and jerked off so hard, he thought he would pass out when he came. She always teased him but never let him touch her. She says she’s married and can’t fuck any man but her husband. That would need to change one day, he mused
As he pulled up to the house, he noted the lights were on, so Jenny was home. Walking in to the house, Jenny and her best friend were sitting on the couch, making out, Jenny’s hands on Carol’s naked breasts, Carol’s hand up Jenny’s skirt. Jack watched as Carol fingered Jenny until she came and then slipped her wet fingers into Jenny’s mouth. She licked and sucked them clean, then pushed Carol back, pulled her shorts and panties off and proceeded to eat her pussy. Jack loved to watch her with women, but decided to just let the two women have their fun. He headed into the bed room and jerked off again, listening to the moans coming from the living room.
A month or so later, Jack got a text from Cindy that her kitchen tap was dripping and the toilet handle was broken, and could he come and help her out? Jack replied that he could swing by on the way home from work.
This happened a few times over the next year. Cindy texting for small repairs, and Jack getting them done with his usual speed and skill. He was always professional and never acted inappropriately, but they did become friendly, and would often discuss what was happening in their lives.
During one repair, Jack noticed that Cindy’s hair wasn’t perfect and her make-up wasn’t up to her usual standards. Her eyes were glassy, and she slurred the tineist amount. She had changed into a robe at some point and was drinking a glass of wine. After the job was completed, she offered him a beer, which he accepted. She had never offered a drink before, and normally he wouldn’t take alcohol from a customer, but they were pretty friendly so he figured it would be okay. Besides, she looked like she needed some company
“You know the guy I was seeing? He turned out to be a dick. He ended up fucking a younger girl, so I dumped him,” she blurted out.
Jack could see she was upset. Her robe had fallen open a bit, revealing her thighs, and some of her chest through a sheer camisole. Her nipples were visible, hard, through the fabric. He wasn’t sure why, but he found her quite attractive right now and his pulse quickened at the sight of her legs.
“I feel like I keep myself in pretty good shape for sixty-two years old, she said, It’s not like I’m a slob or I wouldn’t have sex.”
“You look fantastic,” Jack replied, “in fact, he’s clearly a moron, any man would be lucky to have you. I had no idea you’re sixty-two. I thought you were fifty.”
Cindy got up and slowly walked to his chair, the robe coming open as she reached him. She didn’t have any panties on, and he could see her pussy was trimmed neatly, pubes streaked with grey, and a line of wetness appearing on her lips.
“Please,” she said, pulling his hand to her vagina and moaning as his fingers touched her.
Leaning him back on his chair, she climbed up his body and straddled his face, bringing her pussy to his tongue. She knew exactly what she wanted, and it turned Jack how she wasn’t afraid to take it. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her pussy to his mouth and slowly worked his way up and down her slit with his tongue, tasting her. He had never been with a woman this old and his cock ached, waiting to fuck her. He clamped onto her clit and sucked and flicked until she came, soaking his face.
Sliding down and into the chair, Cindy sighed, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
Jack pulled her up and kissed her hard. He worked his pants off and pushed her to the floor on her stomach. He looked at her ass, a little saggy with age, but still shapely. Lining up his cock, he slid all the way into her still-soaking pussy and started to fuck her hard.
“Fuck me!” she cried while clawing at the carpet to steady herself. Sweat forming on his upper body, his breathing quickening, Jack pushed his dick in all the way and came deep inside of Cindy.
For what seemed like endless minutes, they lay on the floor, not saying anything. Jack couldn’t believe he had just fucked a sixty-two-year-old woman, and that it may have been the best sex he’d had in years.
Cindy broke the silence and excused herself to clean up, leaving him by himself. He grabbed another beer and, after a few minutes, followed her, and found her in her bedroom getting dressed.
Without a word, he placed his hands in hers, and led her to the bed. Sitting on the edge, his cock already semi-hard again, he pushed her down to her knees. She looked up into his eyes and licked his dick slowly, coaxing it to hardness. With practised skill, she sucked his cockhead and stroked his shaft with her hand, her tongue snaking around his head. Quickening her pace, Cindy sucked him in all the way, working up and down until his cock swelled and he shot his load into her mouth. She pulled back, keeping just the head in her lips while spurt after spurt filled her mouth.
“Fuck, that was amazing, you’re incredible,” Jack let out when he had caught his breath.
“Well, I’ve had a lot of years of practice, and sucked a lot of cocks.”
After a quick shower, he headed home.
“How was your day?” Jenny asked from the other room.
“Oh, the usual, a few service calls, and I fucked an old lady,” Jack called back, smiling to himself.
“Ha Ha. Very funny. What did you do today?” she asked, clearly tired of his usual end-of-the-day bullshit.
“Honestly? Just another good day at work.”
