I walked through the rest home corridors, to my ex’s room. Pat was sitting on her bed, ready to go for coffee.
“Hi cunt,” I teased.
She tutted and retaliated by calling me a ‘Twat.’
It was a pleasant surprise to see what Pat was wearing. Just as important as what she wasn’t. My eyes told me Pat had granted my wish. I had asked her not to wear a bra. It wasn’t obvious, obvious she wasn’t wearing one, but I knew. I know how Pat’s tits hang.
It was when Pat stood, you knew for sure, The sway of Pat’s unrestrained tits, and I could just make out the tips of her nipples pushing against the dark material.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Are you going out like that?”
“Why not?”
I mumbled I thought she would wear something over the top.
Pat came up to me, almost standing on my toes. She looked me in the eyes, and said sternly, “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s not for you. I never wear a bra now.” I got the message, and then she asked in a softer tone, “So, aren’t you going to say hello properly?”
I kissed her on the lips, but just a peck.
“For fuck’s sake,” Pat complained. She grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me to her, and kissed me. An open-mouthed kiss which she wouldn’t stop until her tongue had probed my mouth.
Pat pulled away, “I have to tell someone I’m going, and we’ll be on our way.”
I assumed it would be one of the nurses, but it was a guy. His room was just down the hall from Pat’s.
Pat knocked on the door and went in, “Morning Des.”
I was just behind and in time to see Pat kiss him on the cheek. Des must not have seen me because he felt Pat’s tit. Not over her shirt. Des put his hand inside and squeezed Pat’s bare breast.
Des, who must be in his eighties, didn’t seem to mind me seeing him feeling Pat up after all. He only took his hand out to shake mine and then put it back inside Pat’s top.
“She sucks my cock, you know,” Des blurted out.
I chuckled, but Pat scolded Des. “Fuck me, Des. I’ve told you, stop telling people that,” Pat said angrily.
Pat took Des’s hand from under her shirt and told him she would see him later. We drove to the coffee shop without saying much, but I smiled all the way.
“So, what’s the story with Des?” I asked when we got our coffee.
“Oh, he’s a nice old man, but he can be a bit much. He grabbed my tits once. I should have given him a bollocking, but I didn’t. Now he thinks he can touch me up anytime he pleases.”
“You didn’t seem to mind,” I teased again.
“No, I wanted you to see. If nothing else to piss you off.” Pat admitted.
I had to ask, “And sucking his dick?”
“God, he tells people I do, but luckily nobody believes him. He’s always making things up.”
Pat didn’t look at me while she spoke, so I believed Des, “How many times?” I asked.
“Alright once. I watch TV with him in his room on a night. I started stripping to my waist, the way I did for you. One night he asked me to. So I did.”
“And did you swallow?”
“Naw. Des is like you; he can’t get it up. I just sucked his limp dick.”
“How many times?” I repeated.
I don’t know if Pat meant it, but her voice was sharp, “Once. I told you.”
I looked at Pat with a face that said, “I don’t believe you.”
Pat began admitting to two or three times. The number grew until it reached regularly. Inexplicably she confessed she lets Des strip her naked, eat her cunt and finger fuck her.
“I thought you wanted to piss me off. Don’t you think that would have served better than a quick grope?”
Pat deflected the question, “Are you in a motel?”
I told her I was, and Pat told me to take her there. It was almost an order.
“Don’t get any ideas. I’m not sucking another soft cock for no reward,” Pat told me straight.
That remark killed the conversation until we got to the motel.
I switched the TV on and made a cup of tea each.
“Anything else you want to tell me?” I asked.
“No, not really. Nothing that is any of your business.” Pat said with that sharpness to her voice again.
Whatever it was going on in Pat’s life, I didn’t ask because of her tone.
It was a shock when Pat unbuttoned her shirt. She didn’t take it off; she just left it open.
Her tits looked as good as ever.
“Like old times,” I said and took a chance to squeeze Pat’s right tit.
“Let’s drink this outside,” Pat requested.
I wondered why Pat had undone her top if she was going outside. The reason wasn’t long in coming. Pat strode out, sat down without any regard her tits were on show. No-one was around, but Pat didn’t know that.
I sat down and glared at Pat, “What?” she asked.
“You! Out here like that. What if someone sees?”
“If it bothers you, go inside, I’m fine.”
I told Pat I love what she was doing and how daring she is. It was just unexpected.
“Do you mind if I take a photo?” Pat was happy, so I took one.
A voice came from the side, “Can I?”
A man was standing looking at Pat. She didn’t try to cover herself. Pat smiled and said, “Sure.”
Whoever he was, he got a few good shots of Pat’s bare tits. He asked if we were staying and looked disappointed when Pat told him she wasn’t.
“I don’t believe you. Letting a stranger photograph you.” I said when he left.
Pat chuckled, “I don’t mind. It was just a few tit shots.”
I thought about how different Pat was, and so calm.
Eventually, I said, “I’m not sure what’s going on. Not after seeing you with Des. What you said in the car, and that little exhibition.”
I had a thought. It was supposed to stay in my head, but it didn’t, “And what would you do with a hard cock?” As soon as it came out of my mouth, I knew how ridiculous it sounded.
Pat astonished me, “I suck and fuck them.”
My jaw dropped, but I managed to say, “What.”
“You think I don’t get hungry for a hard prick. I didn’t suck Des’s cock just for his sake. I wanted him hard and in my cunt. It hasn’t worked, so I took other measures.”
I took it Pat was talking about the subject she said was none of my business. But she had opened the door for me.
“What measures?”
“I told you. I suck and fuck cocks. Oh sorry, I wank them as well.” Pat boasted.
I was in a state of disbelief. Pat didn’t talk about sex like this. Then again, I had never seen her flashing her tits, let alone allowing a stranger to take pictures of them.
“Do you have any pills?” Pat asked.
I asked “Why?” Only because Pat said, she didn’t want me to take them. I suspected it was so she didn’t have to fulfill her long time promise of blowing me.
Pat didn’t know; I had taken a blue pill.
I put Pat’s hand on my crotch. She looked surprised, “Well, well..” Pat said, smiling. “That saves me knocking on photo guy’s door.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I told you, You don’t know me anymore.”
At that moment, Pat’s face and her tone I believed she would. We went inside. Pat pushed me on the bed and eagerly got my cock out and swallowed it. Whatever she had been doing in the home had sharpened her cock sucking skills. I could have shot my load in the first few moments.
“Get undressed. We’re going to fuck.”
I had never seen Pat be aggressive over sex like this before.
From somewhere, I don’t know where Pat produced some lube. She coated my dick and smeared herself.
Pat bent over the foot of the bed, “You know how this works. Shove it in,” Pat said crudely.
It was a smooth entry into Pat’s hairy cunt thanks to the lube. We warmed up fucking doggy, and then we spooned. It was probably one of the best fucks Pat and I had ever had. Certainly more positions in one session. Even cowboy for the first time. Pat’s energy and willingness were terrific, and she didn’t mind alternating between her cunt and mouth.
In the past, Pat had never wanted me to take a pill, but when I remained hard after filling her cunt with cum, she didn’t complain.
We fucked, and I came again. This time in Pat’s mouth. Pat made me proud because she hungrily swallowed every drop. She said it was good for her too. She orgasmed three times.
“What happened to change you?” I asked Pat while we laid playing with each other’s body.
“It started when Des’s grandson, Joe, visited. I had been sucking Des’s cock and just finished dressing when Joe walked in. As soon as he saw me, his eyes fixed on my tits. He’s seen me braless many times, but somehow it felt different. I’ve been stared at before, and I like it, but this was invigorating. My nipples were already out, but his eyes drew them out more. His stare was relentless. My nipples were so hard they ached.”
“What did Des do?” I asked, full of curiosity.
“Des didn’t know Joe was there. He was in his bathroom having a piss.”
“What happened?” I needed to know.
“I had to leave. My nipples were so sensitive I could feel them brushing my top, and for the first time in years, my cunt was twitching. When I got to my room, I had to touch it. God, I needed fucking.”
I smiled, “And?”
“I didn’t have time to think. There was a knock on the door. It was Joe. I knew what was going to happen, so I started taking my clothes off.”
Pat went into a detailed story about how Joe fucked her. How he worked her cunt with his tongue and then his fingers in combination with his tongue. That Joe brought her to an orgasm before his dick got near her. And how wet she was when he finally penetrated her.
My fingers were between Pat’s legs, caressing her cunt lips. They were wet and getting wetter. Not with lube, Pat was excreting her juices onto them. The more she described her fuck with Joe, the more juice she released. It was as if she was reliving the experience.
“What position were you in when he entered you first?” I asked softly, so as not to break the spell.
Pat’s eyes were closed, and her voice was delicate when she told me she was on her back with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.
I pulled Pat around, so she was in the same position. Her legs opened without my help. I ran the head of my cock up and down between her cunt lips and then rested it by Pat’s cunt hole.
“Mmmmm, yes,” Pat moaned.
It showed where Pat’s mind was when I sank half my cock into her. “That’s it, Joe, but give me the rest. I know there’s more.”
When I was to the hilt, Pat screamed she wanted fucking, “Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck that old cunt with your young cock.”
I didn’t care that Pat called me Joe. She was so consumed in this fuck it surpassed the first. Pat stopped me fucking her, and she fucked me until I had the most explosive orgasm I had had for years. I laid panting while Pat sucked our juices from my cock.
She laid by my side with her hand wrapped around my semi-hard cock. “I should be going,” Pat said.
“Stay here tonight. Ring the rest home. Tell them you won’t be back tonight.”
“Sorry, the effects of that pill will be wearing off soon. You’ll be no good to me. Besides, it’s spectator night tonight.”
“Spectator night?” I queried.
I could feel another revelation coming from Pat. “There is a group of eight. Four men, four women. One lady left. She went to a home closer to her daughters, and they asked if I would like to join.”
Stupidly I asked what sort of group.
“We fuck,” Pat said bluntly.
I couldn’t believe my ears. Pat told me there are three couples, Pat and another single man. They swap and fuck each other.
“You’re the youngest there, aren’t you?”
Pat smiled, “A pill and a tube of lube. What else do you need? I just wish Des could take a pill. I’d love to have his dick.”
“So whats spectator night?” I repeated.
“The eight of us get together, watch porn, and each other fuck. It’s my turn with Leo. I don’t want to miss that. He’s the best fuck there.”
“So how many guys are fucking you?”
“Let’s see,” Pat said. She counted them on her fingers, “Leo, Steve, Shane, erm, Joe when he visits. Four. Five if you count being finger fucked by Des.”
WOW!
