The Fitness Center Lothario

When my wife and I divorced, she got the primary residence in Delaware and I got the vacation home in Florida. Both places were supposed to be sold but a crashing housing market was going to stretch that out. I had never planned to live full time in Florida, all my friends and social relationships were in Delaware. There were plenty of outdoor activities to keep me busy and the condo was in a gated community with golf courses, pools and gyms. I suck at golf but spent some free time in gym.

There was also a fitness center in the gym which held various classes, aerobics, kick boxing, step and yoga for a few. Another benefit of the fitness center was it gave me a chance to socialize mostly with women but a few men also. I was the only man in some of the classes. I wasn't complaining, nor was I looking for a relationship. My wounds were still heeling from my divorce. But I always began every class chatting with a woman or two and the classes ended the same way.

A woman approached me on my way out of class one day. I recognized her from some of my classes but couldn't remember her name. Women had the advantage, since I was usually one of the only men in the class, anytime the instructor mentioned my name, they knew who she was referring to.

The woman who I would learn was named Joyce, asked if I would join her for coffee. I said yes and we were soon seated in an outdoor café across from the center discussing where we were from and the other usually chit chat.

Then she says, "I'm glad you agreed to join me for coffee, it's so hard to get a chance to talk to the fitness center lothario with his fan club around him."

"I'm not sure if I should be insulted or not because I'm not sure what lothario means but my memory suggests it's not a compliment and I don't think I have a fan club."

"Maybe lothario was not appropriate, but you have to see how those women look

at you Jack."

I was exasperated as I looked up lothario. She was calling me a seducer of women, rakish and unscrupulous.

"Joyce, there was an article in the New York times a couple of months ago that discussed the importance of seniors maintaining a strong social network to keep senility and dementia away. All my social contacts are in Delaware. I would sign up for all the classes anyway but the social activity has been a big benefit. I'm 68 years old, not fully over my divorce nor looking for anything beyond friendly chats. I haven't seduced anyone except my ex-wife in 30 years."

I was getting ready to get up when she said bullshit. Sitting back down, I wanted to end whatever speculation she was alluding to.

"You can't be 68, you must be in your fifties," Joyce said.

I showed her my license.

"Well, just because you're 68 doesn't mean you're not a player."

"Joyce, I'm just a lonely person trying to make a few friends. I'm leaving now."

"Jack, please don't go and let me apologize."

Against my better judgement, I sat back down.

"I am sorry Jack, I watched those women flirting with you and that smile you grace them with and I misread you. Please forgive me. Can we start over?"

After sighing, I reached my hand across the table and said, "Hi Joyce, I'm Jack," and gave her a smile.

It became a routine that we would usually have coffee after a class and then some other women started joining us. It wasn't always the same people, pickleball was a big draw which I avoided and I also avoided golf. Biking had become my favorite activity and some women including Joyce started inviting themselves on my bike rides. Joyce started a group text to let everyone know where and when we were riding and also letting people know if we were canceling because of the weather.

One Wednesday, we were getting ready to bike a twenty mile rail trail and there were fifteen people in our group, mostly women but two husbands had also joined us. My social network was growing, there were over twenty people on Joyce's group text and many of us were friends on Facebook.

Joyce started organizing after ride dinners, nothing fancy but I enjoyed them. Food seemed to taste better when there was someone sitting across the table.

All of this occurred during the winter, as April came, many of the residents started heading to their homes in the frigid north. By May, it was usually only Joyce and I on our bike rides and many of the classes we enjoyed were cancelled. We added other activities, bird watching, visits to nature centers, and kayaking.

It was a trip to the beach that things changed. After setting up our chairs, Joyce slipped off her shorts and her shirt. I had seen Joyce in yoga style clothing many time and the bikini was appropriate for a woman in her sixties who was very physical fit, and it took my breath away.

She noticed me staring, "Like what you see Mr. Lothario?"

"I'm sorry Joyce."

"Jack, you don't know how long I've been trying to get you to look at me that way.

Are you over your ex yet Jack?"

"I think so, I rarely think about her anymore and the few conversations we have had been less adversarial. What about you Joyce, are you over your ex yet?"

"He cheated on me three times, getting over him was the easy part. Learning how to trust men again has been the hard part. Can I trust you Jack, even when your fan club comes back in the fall?"

"I don't cheat and I don't think any of the women in my fan club as you call it are interested in me in that way."

"You could never be a player Jack because you're fucking blind. All of the single women in that club would jump your bones in a heartbeat and half the married women would too. That's why their husbands started joining our bike rides."

I sat there in my beach chair, staring at the ocean while I tried to decode this conversation. She said she had been trying to get me to look at her that way and she also said all the single women in my so called fan club want to jump my bones and Joyce was a single woman in that so called club. So did that mean Joyce wanted to jump my bones. I looked at Joyce and she was smiling at me, but it wasn't a deep smile. I couldn't remember the last time I thought about sex with a specific woman or being intimate in anyway.

"Watcha thinking Jack?"

I held her hand and I liked it.

I said, "Do you want to go look for shells?"

She started squeezing my hand, hard, to the point where I was beginning to feel pain.

"Jack, do you really think that was the answer I was looking for when I asked you what you were thinking?"

"I was thinking that you would like us to move our relationship beyond friends who like to bike ride together and I would like that, the way I liked holding your hand before it was put in a vice grip. You don't understand how far from player I am. The idea of being intimate with anyone generally scares me."

Joyce relaxed the grip on my hand and said, "What about a kiss Jack, would that scare you?"

I answered her question by leaning over and kissing her, just a gentle kiss on the lips.

"You had me worried there Jack, that I fucked this up between us. Thank you for the kiss but I'm going to want more than that before this day is done. Let's go for that walk."

Joyce's smile had deepened, we started walking while holding hands and then Joyce took my arm and put it around her waist. Since the fabric of the bikini was limited to her private areas, I was left with my hand on Joyce's bare skin.

"I like that Jack, your arm around me and your hand touching my skin. Something I never thought I would feel again, probably you too I'm guessing."

"Exactly Joyce."

It was off season so the beach was pretty empty to begin with and we soon found ourselves in an area with nobody around. Joyce turned to me and said, "I'll take that kiss now." It was a deep passionate kiss, tongues exploring each other. My hand kept drifting down to her ass but I would stop myself. Joyce grabbed my hand and dragged it down to her ass. I began squeezing her ass and she broke our kiss and moaned. My cock was getting hard as I slipped my hand inside her bikini bottom to squeeze the bare flesh of her ass. My other hand slipped up to her breast and my thumb started caressing her rock hard nipple.

"We need to leave Jack."

"Why Joyce?"

"Because I am going to jump your bones right here and my grandchildren would be horrified if I was arrested for public indecency. Your place or mine Jack?"

We walked quickly back and gathered our beach stuff and headed to her place. Once inside we were kissing again and I undid the top of her bikini. I sucked on her tits as I pushed her bottoms down. We were still kissing as I guided a naked Joyce to an armchair, sat her down and started licking her pussy. I was surprised her pussy was freshly shaven. Joyce started bucking her pussy against my face and announce she was coming. I let her calm down.

"Fuck Jack, that was amazing, now fuck me Jack."

I pushed my swimsuit down, pulled out me very hard cock and started pushing it into her pussy.

"Slow Jack please, it's been a very long time and you're packing some large equipment down there. Fuck I'm coming already and you're not all the way in yet."

She came again before I was all the way in and a third time before I announce I was going to come. She came with me and we collapsed onto the floor.

"Are you sure you're not a player because with that tongue you certainly could be and you have a package to back it up."

"I'll take that as a compliment. And I love a bald pussy."

"I couldn't let you see all the grey."

"Hmm, was someone scheming that we would end up here today."

"I've been shaving for a couple of months hoping we would end up here. Do you think two old timers like us could do a round two, I have my own special talents that may help."

Joyce slid down and pulled my swim shirt off. She kissed my chest, licked my abbs and took my cock in her mouth. She had me hard surprisingly quickly, threw her leg over me and slowly slid her pussy down my cock.

"I'm coming Jack, is your cock magic. I'm barely moving and I'm coming. And these beautiful pecs you've been hiding."

Joyce began kissing and licking my nipples. I could feel waves of vibrations in her pussy.

"This is nice Jack but I've been dreaming of you fucking me, fucking me hard. Let's roll over."

Once she was on her back, I pushed her legs over my shoulders and started fucking her hard. Joyce began moaning and mixed in with a few 'oh my gods.' My orgasm came up on me fast, I had no time to say anything. Joyce was shouting 'yes.' I laid on top of her for a few minutes and rolled off her. She continued to lay there, I could see her chest moving which was the only indication she was alive.

I went into her bathroom to pee and grabbed a towel to collect some of my come that was still leaking out of her pussy.

Joyce woke up twenty minutes later, looked at me and scurried into her bathroom holding the towel against her pussy. She was in there for a long time and I knocked on the door. She sounded like she was crying.

"Are you okay Joyce, did I hurt you? If I did I'm sorry."

"You didn't hurt me Jack, I'll be out in a minute."

While I was waiting, I slipped my swim shirt and trunks back on.

Joyce came out a few minutes later wearing panties and a t-shirt.

She laid her head on my shoulder and said, "I'm sorry for throwing myself at you like that, I've never done anything like that before. I don't know what came over me. I'm so embarrassed by the way I acted."

"Joyce, we just had a fantastic time, at least I did. I have no regrets and if you hadn't been little forward we might still be kissing."

"That was the best sex I ever had Jack, you missed your calling. What now Jack?"

"I'm thinking food Joyce."

"Jack, do you really think that was the answer I was looking for when I asked you what now?"

"Are you asking if we're going to continue seeing each other? We have been seeing each other pretty consistently over the last six months, I hope that continues. Will we continue to be intimate, I hope so. Will you spend your nights with me, I hope so. Will we share our meals, I hope so. Did I miss anything?"

"Nope that's it." She gave me a deep kiss.

"I wasn't kidding about the food Joyce. But I also need a shower, there's some sand in between my ass cheeks mixed with some bodily fluids."

"That makes two of us Mr. Lothario. How about I grab some clothes and we shower at your house and then maybe order a pizza. Should I bring something to sleep in?"

"I would love that and let me warn you. My condo is barely furnished. Things between my ex and I went south pretty quickly after I bought it and I lost interest in acquiring any more furniture. I'm was supposed to list it as part of our separation agreement which I did, but then the market has been so flat the agent recommended I pull it off."

We washed each other off in the shower, things started to get hard but Joyce said her pussy was so sore it would be days before she could fuck me again.

Over pizza and a bottle of wine she said, "You never really told me about your divorce Jack."

"There's not much to tell. We were together for 30 years counting dating. We had good times and bad times. We had contemplated divorce a couple times. There was no infidelity, at least that I know of. I had a new boss who I didn't get along with and had been thinking about retirement. One night she told me if I wasn't happy I should retire and I did. We never discussed what that would look like. I had assumed she would retire with me but she said she liked her job and had no intentions of retiring. I wasn't going to spend my retirement sitting around the house waiting for her to come home so I started traveling including buying the condo here. Things quickly fell apart after that."

"You never cheated on her?"

"I can understand why you feel that way but I never cheated on her. You can call her and ask."

"Are you going to tell her about us?"

"I don't think that feels right. You are all over my Facebook page although my ex and I aren't friends on Facebook anymore. But I will tell my two boys and my daughter. They worry about me being all alone. I'm sure she'll figure it out."

"What about your ex, is she seeing anyone?"

"I don't know, I saw a picture of her on a sister's Facebook page and she was sitting next to some guy. I do hope she finds someone, no one should be alone.

And what about you Joyce, did you ever cheat on your husband?"

"Nope, thought about a revenge fuck once but decided that would make me a lowlife scumbag just like him. Even after the divorce I could never be intimate with anyone, I just never felt that desire with anyone. I thought I was going to die a post-divorce virgin. And then you came along."

"Any regrets?"

"No Jack, but between this afternoon and this bottle of wine, I'm ready for bed. The idea of sleeping with a man again is exciting. Not sexually exciting, well maybe a little sexual excitement. Do you think we'll be able to actually sleep with each other."

"I haven't slept with a woman in a long time, maybe years before the divorce. They say married couples learn a dance when they sleep together. Let's go learn some dance moves."

We were both really tired and we fell asleep quickly with Joyce's head on my chest and her leg draped across mine. Sometime during the night Joyce rolled onto her side and stole the blankets. I chose to spoon her and steal a little bit of the blanket. Joyce grabbed my hand, kissed and said, "That's a dance move I really like."

We both fell back to sleep.

In the morning, I awoke with Joyce's head on my chest again with her fingers caressing my chest. We kissed.

"I'm sorry Jack, I had this plan of jumping your bones this morning but you really did a number on my plumbing yesterday."

"You did ask me to fuck you hard."

"My only regret is that I only have one pussy to give to my lover. Knowing my lover, you're thinking about food."

"Now that you mention it, I could eat. I could also dazzle you with my culinary skills and make you an omelet but all I have is eggs and cheese. I'm not in the habit of keeping a lot of food in the house. Or I could start some coffee and we could go out to eat."

"Ok, but I will need to swing by my house to change..."

"Joyce, we should go slow before we start playing house."

"I don't want to play house Jack, I want you in my house or me in your house."

"Let's talk about it over breakfast."

"Okay, I'm sorry for pushing you. This may be new to you but I've been dreaming about yesterday for a long time."

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, "Joyce, I never thought yesterday was even possible."

By the time Joyce was ready, it was really lunch time but I knew of a diner that served breakfast all day.

"Tell me about your sex life Joyce." She almost spit her coffee out and then started coughing. The waitress came over to make sure she was okay.

"No segue Jack?"

"I thought it best to come to the point and I couldn't think of a segue. I want to satisfy you and I don't want to do anything that would freak you out."

A tear escaped her eye and I felt like I just fucked up.

"I'm glad you asked that question Jack. My husband cheated on me but I am not without blame. I got into a rut with what I liked with my husband and never wanted to try anything different. He suggested different things and I always shot him down. In my mind he should be happy that I was giving him some. He let me have it when I asked why he cheated on me and it took me a long time to realize I deserved at least some of it. I don't want to fall into the same trap and I'll try everything with you, at least once. And what about your sex life Jack?"

"My married sex life wasn't much different than yours, especially after the kids were born. Somehow the wild woman I married turned into someone who needed the doors locked and the lights off."

"So, she was wild when you married her, like how?"

"On a trip out of town to a wedding, we stopped at a sex shop and she bought a bunch of toys which we enjoyed at the hotel. On the way home she stripped in the car and masturbated with the toys. Of course, all the toys disappeared before the baby was born."

"Jack, you don't realize how wet my pussy just got. I need to go to the ladies room and put a panty liner in."

When Joyce came back I asked, "So were you ever wild?"

"Nothing like that. While we were dating my husband and I would fool around in the back seat. I even sucked him off once in the back seat."

"But did you swallow Joyce."

"Of course not Jack. Will you expect me to swallow your cum Jack."

"Yes Joyce, I will. Not only swallow but you'll suck every drop out of me."

"Fuck Jack, you're going to make me come right here."

"And if you let one drop spill, I will take you over my knee and paddle your ass. Once your cheeks are nice and rosy, I'll start working my fingers into your ass to start stretching it so it's ready for my cock. When you're ready to be mine, you'll give me your ass."

"Yes Jack, I'll give you my ass. I'll swallow you cum, I'll do whatever you want, I'll never say no. Fuck Jack, I just came and you didn't even touch me. Maybe you are a lothario"

"Let's go on a road trip. There's a great bike trail about three hours north of here and it has a sex shop nearby."

"I already have some toys Jack."

"Well, you should show them to me and we can still buy new ones."

"Do you know how embarrassed I will be showing you my toys and we can buy new ones on-line."

"There's nothing wild about buying new ones on-line Joyce and I promise I will find your toys anyway."

We stopped at each of our homes to pack overnight bags. I could see how maintaining two separate homes could be cumbersome. With a two night hotel stay booked and our bikes loaded on my jeep, we set off.

We pulled into the sex shop parking lot, I said to Joyce, "I don't really want to push you into something you are very uncomfortable."

"This is Joyce 2.0 Jack, I'm not going to fuck up another relationship because I'm afraid to try new things. Let's go."

Joyce took my hand as we crossed the parking lot and entered the store. She was very nervous as we walked in and the half dozen customers stopped and stared at us.

"Go ask the guy at the counter where the butt plugs are Joyce."

She gave me a wicked smile, walked over to the clerk and said in a clear voice, "Can you tell me where the butt plugs are?"

He took her over to the back of the store. Looking at me he said, "Can you tell me how big your partner is? They come in different sizes, most have jewels on the end. We also have these over here with animal tails and matching ears if your into that. I personally recommend this three pack with various sizes so you'll be confident you'll have the right size."

Joyce said she'll take it. "What about lube."

He took her further down the aisle. "There's dozens to choose from, different flavors or scents. If you're a beginner, you might like to try this one as it has a mild numbing quality. Once you're experienced you probably won't want to miss any sensation. I should also recommend an enema. Anal sex can get pretty messy, like during childbirth. Anything else?"

"I want a new vibrator or dildo or both. My vibrator died, overuse maybe."

"Those are both very personal choices, Let me show you what we have. These are your classic dildos, they come in all colors and sizes. These over here have suction cups on the bottom so you could stick it anywhere like a shower wall. These have handles to make it easier for you or your lover to operate. There are dozens of different types of vibrators, some vibrate, some have an internal mechanism that spins. You could get one that shoots out warm water to simulate your lover coming and over here we have the remote control variety."

"So, who operates the remote control?"

"You can or your lover if you're brave enough."

Joyce took the suction cup and a remote control vibrator after he explained how to use it. She also took the three pack of butt plugs and the numbing anal lube.

"Anything else," the clerk asked?

"Yes," I added. "She'll need a paddle, some cuffs and some nipple clamps."

Joyce picked out a paddle, cuffs and nipple clamps after the clerk explained the benefits of what they had in stock. At the end, she spent over $300 on sex toys.

When we got in the car, she wanted to head over to the hotel right away so I could fuck her because her pussy was dripping down her leg. The sun had gone down while we were in the store so the parking lot was dark.

"No," I said. "Drop your shorts and masturbate for me right here."

"But Jack, right here? Did you see the way those men were looking at me. They may have followed us out."

"Yes, right here right now. I saw those men staring at you, the way your headlights were on and how you caressed the different dildos as you teased them."

Joyce unbuttoned her shorts and slid them off, taking her panties with them.

"I never masturbated for anyone before Jack and I only masturbate in my room with the door locked or in the shower."

"Turn to face me Joyce, spread your legs as far as you can and pull your cunt lips apart."

"What if someone sees me," Joyce said as she followed my orders.

"And what if they were all lined up outside my window watching you pleasure yourself. They would pull their cocks out and started jerking off. Lick your fingers and then show them your tits. Make yourself come for them."

Joyce was abusing her tits and rubbing her nub, she was cursing, sometimes me, sometimes god and she screamed oh fuck as she came.

"Stay right like that Joyce as a I come around."

I opened her door and she said, "What are you doing Jack?"

"Open your mouth Joyce, and don't swallow until I tell you."

It only took me a couple of strokes before I started coming in her mouth. By the time I was done, some of my come was dripping down the sides of her mouth and onto her tits. I took a picture.

"Now swallow Joyce and then show me you've swallowed all my cum."

I watched her swallow and then she opened her mouth. I took another picture.

"Don't waste my cum that has dripped onto your tits."

Joyce started scooping it up with her fingers and then licking her fingers clean. My phone was in video mode and I noticed she was rubbing her clit again.

"Come again for me Joyce, with my cum in your mouth and the car door open."

Joyce came so hard she almost fell out of the car but I was able to catch her before she hit the pavement.

"Fuck me now Jack, in the back of your jeep or at the hotel."

"Let's go to the hotel, you can watch a video as we drive."

"Promise me you won't share that with anyone."

"Never Joyce, we're only a couple of minutes away from the hotel. You should probably put your shorts back on."

"I could get use to driving around bottomless and maybe topless, if that's what you wanted."

"We do have a three hour drive when we head home. I'm guessing you never played around with exhibitionism before."

"That's another game my husband wanted to play but I refused. What about your ex?"

"She liked flashing her panties at me when we were out in public or giving me a down blouse view. Several times she would be naked in the car on a long drive, usually at night. She did that once after the baby was born with her in the back seat sleeping. And then she shut the door on that stuff."

As soon as we were in the hotel room, Joyce pushed me back on the bed, fished out my cock and started sucking. As she sucked she pushed her shorts back off and then climbed onto my cock when it was hard enough. She came immediately but continued to rock back and forth.

"My fucking lothario has a magic cock and I'm addicted to it, I'm addicted to the taste of your cum. I could stay here all night, my pussy throbbing, my tits on fire. What am I going to do with you?"

"I have no problem with you riding my cock all night. Don't forget you said you'll do whatever I want. Without letting my cock out of your pussy, turn around and face the other way."

Joyce was able to do it, looking back she said, "Is this what you want, to look at my ass?"

After giving her a slap on one cheek, I said, "Yes Joyce, I want to look at your ass, it's simply amazing and I don't get to see it naked that often."

"You made me come Jack."

Two more slaps elicited two more orgasms for Joyce.

Using some of the lube she bought, I started working my fingers into her ass. Joyce was bent over, hugging my legs telling me how good my fingers felt. Fuck Jack, I'm coming again.

"Tomorrow night you will give me your ass Joyce, and I will own you completely."

"Yes Jack, but I need you to come now please."

"Well, you better start working, bounce that cunt up and down on my cock, as hard as you can. I want to hear a slap sound as our bodies come together. I'll give some incentive."

I gave her ass two sharp slaps. Joyce started slamming her cunt onto my cock like she was a porn star. Every time she slowed down I slapped her ass again. In record time she had me coming.

"That was fantastic Jack."

"Don't thank me, you did all the work. But you have one more job to do, lick my cock clean."

Joyce hesitated and I thought she was going to say no. Then she moved her face to my cock, and while staring me in the eye, she began licking my dick.

When she was done she said, "Like that Jack?"

"Perfect Joyce."

"I said I will never say no. I'm assuming you want to eat."

"You already know me too well Joyce, there's an old fashioned burger joint within walking distance. Let's go."

"But Jack, your cum is still dripping out of my pussy."

"So, I'm planning on putting some more there later. And leave the bra here."

There was no hesitation, she slipped on the same panties and shorts she wore to the sex shop and donned the shirt without her bra.

"Jack, if you want me to go with the nips on display, I'll buy some half cup bras. Two kids and several decades have put a lot of droop in my tits."

"Joyce, I love your tits just the way they are, but the half cup thing may please the natives."

Dinner was good, an old fashioned hamburger, hand pressed with juices flowing down your arms.

"Are you going to fuck my ass tonight Jack?"

"No, but we'll play with those butt plugs, start stretching you out tonight."

"Did your wife let you fuck her ass?"

"No, she loved my fingers in her ass and some toys, I made her come several times that way. Before I could get her to say yes, babyhood was upon us."

"How many women have you fucked in the ass?"

"Are you sure you want to ask those kinds of questions, you may not like the answers."

"Sometimes you come off as the lonely old man, and other times you do seem like a player. You said after you fuck my ass, you will own me. I should probably know more about the man who owns me."

"Fair enough, I married my wife when I was 32 and have never been with another woman since I met her. Except for you of course. I wasn't lonely in my college years and grad school, especially grad school. I probably had anal sex with four different women during those years. Some really liked it and came back for more."

"You never dated another girl after you started dating your wife?"

"I never dated another girl after the first time I saw my wife, she was in one of my final grad school classes. I was madly in love with her from that moment on."

"And you'll never get back with her?"

"No, we could never undo the damage. Could you ever get past your husband cheating and take him back."

"No, even though I could understand his reasons, I could never get over the betrayal."

"Joyce, do you ever think that you turned down your husband's suggestions was because you were in mommy mode. Like my wife, the kids were always first on her mind. That wasn't a bad thing, I loved the way she loved our children. I was a distant fourth in order of people wanting her attention."

"How did you get so smart Jack?"

"The reasons for your divorce were clear, I had to search for why my marriage ended. If I was ever fortunate to find love again, I didn't want to repeat the mistakes."

"And Joyce, I disagree with the guilt you feel about your husband cheating. People cheat and then they make up excuses to justify what they did. I believe your husband would have cheated no matter what you did in the bedroom."

"Jack, do you know how long I've been beating myself up over that."

"Unnecessarily Joyce."

"You realize that guilt was the basis of me telling you I would never say no to anything you suggested."

"Yes I do Joyce, I don't want you saying yes to me because of the guilt you feel for saying no to your husband. I want you to say yes because we love each other and there's this whole world we can explore in the bedroom and outside it."

"Jack, did you just say you love me?"

"I hope that wasn't the first time Joyce. I do love you Joyce. Do I get points for saying it first?"

"Let's go back to our room Mr. Lothario."

Once in the room, I made Joyce stand still as I slowly undressed her. Kissing her tits as they became exposed. Standing behind her, I kissed and nibbled the back of her neck as I cupped and played with her tits. Joyce had undone the snap on her shorts and I slid my hand inside her panties, cupped and squeezed her pussy.

I slid her shorts down and helped her step out of them. After dropping to my knees, I began to kiss the tops of her thighs n that space before her butt cheeks and then I pulled this butt cheeks apart, kissed her rosebud and slipped my tongue in.

"Get on the bed Joyce, on your hands and knees and start sucking on your dildo."

With her ass in the air, I started working my fingers into her ass again along with the lube. Joyce was moaning as she tried to suck on the dildo. The smallest butt plug was the first one to enter her ass and Joyce screamed she was coming. I worked it in and out several times. It looked like Joyce was still coming. I pulled out the smaller butt plug and shove in the medium one.

"Oh, my fucking god Jack, what are you doing to me. Please don't stop."

I pulled her closer to the end of the bed and started working my cock into her very wet pussy.

"Jack, you're making me come like never before!"

"Do you like having all your fuck holes filled? Tomorrow I take your ass and then all your holes will belong to me, to use as I please. Just think of the possibilities Joyce."

Whatever possibilities went through her head caused her to squirt accompanied by some loud moans. Every so often I would have to pull her back onto her knees. She had long given up on sucking on the dildo. Sensing she was at her end, I gave one more slam and came inside her. When I was done, I let her collapse onto the bed.

"Come kiss me please Jack."

I laid down next to her as we were kissing, I felt her fall asleep. I grabbed a warm washcloth, pulled the plug out of her ass and cleaned her up as best I could. I sat in a chair by the bed and watched her sleep. She really was a beautiful woman and I took a picture.

She was sitting up, staring at me in the morning as I laid in bed next to her.

"What's up Joyce."

"Two things Jack, I never told you I love you, I love you Jack. The second thing is last night you said all my holes belong to you, to use as you please. I'm not sure what you meant by that, but I will never say yes to being shared."

"Joyce I know you love me but thank you for telling me. Look at this picture I took last night, how precious you look, how beautiful, your just sleeping there and taking my breath away. I could never share you, just the thought of you with someone else would break my heart. I am sorry if I gave you that impression."

"Are you kidding me Jack, I look like a horse that was ridden hard and put up wet. And you think I look beautiful in that picture?"

"Yes Joyce, I love you and you always look beautiful to me. How about we shower, eat and get started on that bike ride."

"Only if you kiss me first, and Jack, did you clean me up last night?"

I kissed her but didn't answer her question. We took quick separate showers and grabbed a quick breakfast on our way to the bike trail. The ride was great, beautiful weather and I was enjoying following Joyce and the way her ass hugged her bike seat. I was jealous.

After the ride, we again showered separately and took a nap. I awoke to Joyce sucking me off.

"Why hello Joyce."

"Hi Jack, I just wanted to show you how much I love you. Oh, and how much I love your magic cock. And I need another dose of your magic cum."

Joyce was rocking my cock and it didn't take me long to cum, and she sucked every drop out of me, swallowed and then showed me her empty mouth.

"Did I do good Mr. Lothario, did I suck out every drop?"

"That was very good Joyce, you missed your true calling."

"I'm going to assume you're hungry. There's a steak place nearby, I need to keep my man's protein levels up."

Before dinner, I told Joyce she should use the enema. She gave me a wicked smile as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Over dinner, Joyce asked, "Was my blow job really good or were you just saying that?"

"Anytime a girl swallows it's a good blowjob, maybe I'll paint your face someday. What did you do for your husband?"

"He would finish off in a towel, is painting my face what I think?"

"Yes, I guess you never tried it. Some girls get off on it. It would make a great picture for your scrap album, my cum dripping off your face."

"Your making me wet Jack and I left my panties home."

"Show me Joyce, slide you hand under your skirt and get your fingers wet."

Joyce pulled up her hand and showed me three of her fingers were glistening with her juices and I told her to lick them clean.

"Jack, I'm sitting in a restaurant, fingering myself and licking my fingers clean. What are you doing to me besides turning me into a wanton slut. I'm not complaining, I want to finger myself some more but I'm on the edge of coming and I don't think I could do that discreetly."

"Then we should head back and I will fuck your ass."

"You're so romantic Mr. Lothario."

I took the hint and took Joyce into my arms as we entered the hotel room. There was already a bottle of champagne on ice when we came in that I had ordered earlier. We kissed, we drank champagne, I undid her shorts and let them drop to the floor. We drank more champagned wrapped in each other's arms. As we kissed, my hands slipped underneath her shirt and teased her nipples. Joyce moaned.

My hands started massaging her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, my fingers drifting closer to her rosebud.

Joyce broke the embrace, "let's do this Jack or the next time your thigh touches my sex I'm going to come all over your leg. Same position as last night Jack?"

I nodded yes, Joyce removed her top and climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees as she shook her ass at me. I gave her ass a swat.

"Should I suck on the dildo again?"

"Sure Joyce, I noticed you bought a black one."

"Don't get any ideas Jack."

As I was lubing up her ass, Joyce started licking the dildo, "Did you see the video booths in the sex shop Joyce?"

"What about them Jack?"

She moaned as I slid the medium sized butt plug into her ass. "Did you ever hear of glory holes?"

"Oh, fuck Jack, is that still the medium plug? I heard the term but I don't know what it means."

"There are holes cut in the walls, so men can stick their cocks through. The theory is that a woman sitting on the other side will suck them off, anonymous sex."

"And she sucks as many cocks as she wants and swallows their cum? I can feel the bigger plug stretching my ass, it feels so good. I can't wait for your cock."

"You could even push your pussy or ass against one of the holes and get fucked without ever know who is fucking you. Maybe a black cock, you would never know, filling your pussy with his cum."

With the butt plug in her ass, I gave her a swat on each cheek and then a swat on the plug. Joyce collapsed on the bed as an orgasm overtook her. I pulled her back up and then reached down and slapped her clit, she collapsed again. While she laid there panting, I lubed up my cock. After pulling her back up, I gave each cheek another slap, pulled out the plug and pushed my cock in. As soon as the head was in, Joyce moaned out an oh fuck that went on forever. She started another oh fuck when I bottomed out. Her ass was tight, I knew I wasn't going to last long. There were all kinds of vibration I could feel in my cock.

"Are you okay Joyce?"

"Yes Jack, I never knew, I never knew how wonderful this would feel. That fucking magic cock has everything inside me vibrating. Can you feel it Jack, I don't know what's going on but oh my fucking god." Joyce trailed off into a moan as I began picking up my pace.

"I own all your holes now Joyce, I own all of you and now you are my sex toy. One more thing to complete my ownership, I'm going to fill your ass with my come and then you will truly be my wanton slut."

"Do it Jack. Fill my ass. Make me your slut."

I had a firm grip on her ass as I started pounding her ass, Joyce was moaning something I couldn't make out and flopped around like a ragdoll. I came hard and we collapsed on the bed.

Joyce turned her head and said, "Kiss me Jack, kiss your slut."

I kissed her as I laid on top of her. Her breathing slowed and I knew she had fallen asleep. Like the night before, I grabbed a warm washcloth and cleaned her up while managing to slip a towel under her to catch the cum leaking out of her ass. I jumped in the shower, to clean my dick and the butt plugs.

Joyce was gently snoring when I came back into the room. I took a picture of her ass, with my hand prints visible and my cum leaking out of her ass.

In the morning, she was sitting there staring at me.

"Are you okay Joyce?"

"Way more than okay Jack, although you've wrecked my pussy and ass this trip. The only hole I have left is my mouth and I don't know where that cock has been, or I do know where that cock has been."

"It's okay Joyce, I showered last night after you fell asleep."

"And you cleaned me up again and put a towel underneath me."

"Yes, and I took a picture too."

"I've never seen myself from that angle before. I forgot about you slapping my ass. I'm going to shower and then let's go eat."

Over breakfast, I asked, "Did you like it Joyce."

"Way more than I thought I would, my orgasm was different, deeper maybe. If my husband ever suggested that I would have slapped him. I think I still like Mr. Lothario's magic cock in my pussy better but I want you to fuck my ass again soon."

"We could do it with you on top, it gives you a chance to better control and enjoy the stretch."

"I have a nice casual dress to wear home, your wanton slut may want to flash her pussy."

"And my wanton slut should bring her black dildo and show me how much she likes it."

Joyce didn't look happy as we got in my jeep.

"Talk to me Joyce, what on your mind."

"I'm sorry Jack, you've wrecked everything from belly button down to me knees, I don't know how I'm going to sit on the way home, let alone play with that dildo. I don't want to disappoint you."

"Joyce, I'm disappointed that you would think I would be upset with you. We've got decades to play these games, We've had a fantastic weekend, we can spend the drive home singing to old rock songs and there's some jackets in the back to soften your tushy."

"Are you sure you're not mad Jack?"

"I am mad, mad that you would think I would be mad that I fucked you plumbing out of commission. I love you Joyce, the games we can play are fun, but it's you I love."

"If you're sure Jack?"

"Ask me that again Joyce and I will take you over my knee right here in the parking lot and you won't be able to sit until tomorrow."

"You keep promising me you'll take me over your knee, I'll have to think of something to get you to follow through."

We did have a good time singing to old rock songs. Joyce had a much better voice than me. We stopped at my place first and I picked up some clothes planning on spending the next few nights at Joyce's place. The sex was great between us but the best part was feeling her snuggle against me as we fell asleep and every night she would steal the blankets so I would spoon her.

Life was good and then her two daughters, husbands and kids came to visit for a couple of weeks. Joyce thought it would be a good idea if we slept apart the first night they were here. She had told them she was seeing somebody but never mentioned how serious we had gotten. I was invited to dinner the second night of their visit.

Was meeting the children and grandchildren worse than meeting your girlfriend's parents for the first time. The answer is yes.

The husbands were cordial when I walked in, there was something off with her daughters and the grandkids were having too much fun to pay any attention to me.

Joyce and I were still sitting at the dinner table when the husbands announced they were taking the kids to the pool.

"Joyce," I said, "I think we're being set up for the Spanish inquisition."

"You think," she said with that smile I loved so much.

The two daughters, Jenn and Diane sat across from us at the table, placing their folded hands in front of them, looking real serious. I thought Joyce was going to burst out laughing.

"So, mom, isn't this the guy you told us was the Fitness Center Lothario? And is that his shaving gear in the bathroom and are those his clothes in your closet and dresser."

"Well young ladies, I am greatly disappointed that you would snoop through my bedroom. You never know what you will find."

"Oh, we'll discuss what else we would find next, now is this the lothario or not."

Joyce had turned red when they were discussing what else they would find, it shook her confidence for a second but she quickly rebounded.

"Yes, when you guys were down for Christmas, I described Jack as a lothario. The way the other women looked at him during our fitness classes led me to thinking that way. One morning I invited him out for coffee and I started changing my mind. You had to see all the group rides we did on Facebook, Jack was friendly with a lot of women but blind too the way they looked at him. It took me months to get Jack to even kiss me."

"Jack doesn't know this but I called his oldest. I mentioned I was thinking Jack was some kind a of player and she burst out laughing, Jack had already told her about me and that he was falling in love with me. He called her to tell her that we kissed for the first time. We chatted for a while, she adores her father and thinks he's closer to being a monk than a player. She also knew her father was very lonely after his divorce and was happy I was in his life. Too bad my daughters don't feel that way and instead are jumping to conclusions."

"Mom, you told us he was a lothario, you only told us you were dating someone, not that guy. We come here and see you've been living together. At least Jack's daughter knew all the details," said Jenn.

"Point taken Jenn, I am sorry. After the nastiness of divorcing your father I wanted to break Jack to you slowly. Maybe too slowly."

"Mom, we are glad you're not alone," said Diane. "But you've amassed a serious collection of sex toys since the last time we were here."

"I am disappointed that you would violate my privacy in such a fashion but there is something I wanted to talk to you guys about. You know your father cheated on me but we never discussed his reasons for cheating. Jack would say you're either a cheater or your faithful and the cheaters need to make up reasons to justify their cheating. Maybe he's right. I don't see the world in such black and right. I think 20% of the people would never cheat, and 20% would cheat at the drop of a hat, the other 60% are looking at the risks and benefits."

"Your father said he cheated because I would never try anything new, same old stuff usually every other Saturday night. Jack's wife was worse, doors triple locked and lights out in case a kid came in. It's because we became mothers, our focus was on our children, school, shoes, dentists, bake sales. Our husbands quickly drift to number three or four or five in our concerns list. Add work on top of that. Poof there's no more magic in the bedroom for either party, and then there's the handsome guy or beautiful girl in the office offering all kinds of magic. I'm begging both of you, keep the magic alive in your bedrooms. The handsome guy or girl in the office is death to your family. Look at how much you guys have suffered. When was the last time you talked to your father, did he even met your children. Maybe if I had been more open with your father our world would be so different."

Joyce was at the pulpit and hadn't noticed that Diane had started softly crying. I gave Joyce a nudge and she finally noticed Diane.

Joyce quickly ran over to her daughter and hugged her. Jenn joined in. Diane finally admitted that there was a guy in her office that offered magic and twice she was going to take him up on his offer. The first time there were a dozen roses on her desk when she came to work that morning. The second time her husband had managed to get tickets to the opera. I would have been as bad as my father she said.

There was utter silence at the table, and it was not appropriate for me to say anything. Finally, Diane sat up and said, "I can fix this, it's not unrepairable. Maybe I should borrow some of your toys or some of that fancy lingerie."

"Toys mom," said Jenn.

"Look guys, Jack is a fantastic lover and rocks my world every time were together. He has the right equipment and knows how to use it. But toys are fun and we have a lot of fun with them."

"Butt plugs mom," Jenn added.

"In the beginning of our relationship I told Jack I would never say no without trying it. And it would have been so easy to say no to anal sex, but boy it was a life changing event. Hard to sit for a few days and it took a week before I could get back on bike after that first time. But I'm so glad I said yes and the multiple times after that."

Diane was covering her ears, "I must be in the twilight zone, my mother, the grandmother to my children is bragging about her anal sex adventures with the fitness center lothario."

"Here's my suggestion Diane, I'm going to spend the night at Jack's. Take your husband to my bed tonight and rock his socks off, use my lingerie, my toys whatever. Make sure he knows how special he is. In the morning, confess. It will suck, it will hurt but you'll need him to make it work going forward."

The husbands and grandkids came in as Joyce an I were leaving. I think the husbands felt something dramatic happened. The next morning Joyce and I showed up with munchkins, hot chocolate and coffee and the kids loved us. Diane was walking a little funny or maybe it was just my imagination. Jenn decided it would be a good idea for grandma and grandpa to take the children to the pool for the day with a wink. On the way there, Joyce said Diane confessed to her husband about her near affair, her husband was on the fence with a woman at work and to assuage his guilt he sent her the roses and opera tickets. Joyce refused to comment on whether Diane was walking funny.

At the end of two weeks, both couples seemed more loving and Jenn was walking funny before the first week was over.

I eventually moved in with Joyce and started renting out my condo. By the time my fan club started showing back up, Joyce and I were wearing wedding rings.