Over 50

I'm Amelia, a 24-year-old who now lives alone in the house we bought before we were married. 3 years of abusive marriage, the last few months the beatings came more often and were much more violent.

I was in the emergency room getting my broken ribs tended to by the same female doctor that put a cast on my arm two weeks prior.

"I have to report this, I know you're being abused."

She convinced me it was time to move on; his physicality was rapidly escalating; we both knew the next time there might not be a hospital visit.

I didn't want him to go to jail but I did want him out of my life, I filed for and got a restraining order.

The court settlement of our divorce granted me the house and required him to pay alimony.

Due to his battering, I missed so much work I was laid off, and barely paying bills. I healed but nearly a year later I still hadn't found full-time work.

I found a part-time waitress job, that barely kept me afloat, my neighbor Audrey made sure I always had food.

Audrey was the first person on the block to greet me when we moved into the neighborhood; she brought over a fresh baked pie. A couple times a month she'd bring over a casserole or some baking; she was my only friend and became a confidant.

Audrey and her husband Thomas lived across the street and one house to the west.

Thomas was 58 years old, some distinguishing grey showing in his sideburns, sharp blue eyes and a quiet demeanor.

A keep to himself type of neighbor, friendly and polite, seemingly living the simple life, I only chatted with him a couple times.

They sold their hardware business to a big box store and retired 2 years ago.

Audrey, a happy, slightly overweight woman, kept herself busy visiting family or volunteering at one of several places.

Every morning I jogged past their house, I'd see him tending to his flowers or sitting on his porch lost in thought, enjoying a coffee.

Lately I noticed him making a concerted effort to watch me as I passed, turning in his chair or standing from tending his flowers and staring.

I didn't mind him looking, I knew I was attractive, I gave him quick glances, a smile and a wave, I began to call to him with a pleasant verbal greeting as I passed.

Then I began to briefly visit at the end of my run.

Our chats turned into simple conversations, about his flowers, the weather or the current news.

Over time something about him held my attention, he carried an aura of confidence, calm demeanor and warm eyes, comforting smile that made me feel at ease. I viewed him as a father figure; I'd lost mine as a youngster.

Slowly I noticed things shift, the way his gaze held something warm, but hesitant. I felt an underlying intent, an unspoken attraction simmering beneath the surface. He made flirty comments when his wife wasn't around.

It soon became obvious, it was lust, he was making a concerted effort to seduce me.

I always thought men over 50 had little interest in romance or passion, reasoning work, family and responsibilities consumed them and intimacy faded.

I accepted that belief until I got to know Thomas better.

One evening while sipping wine on my front porch, I saw him gazing at the horizon, the sky was beautiful with several hues from reds to oranges to purples as the sun was setting.

His facial expression showed something I couldn't quite name. Maybe sadness, it definitely wasn't peace.

After the twilight subsided, I finished my wine and went inside. Trying to discern that look stayed with me longer than I expected.

The next morning, I stopped at his yard after my jog, this time was different, he didn't speak, his eyes scanned my body, lingered on me for a beat longer than usual.

I was wearing my regular halter top and shorts, but when our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat or two. His gaze felt provocative, I could tell he wanted to say something but he looked down, silently turned and went inside.

I wasn't one to shy away from curiosity, and my curiosity about what was going on with Thomas grew. I felt compelled to find out what was wrong but didn't; I went home.

I'm known for being adventurous and bold, to a fault as my mouth often got me in trouble in school.

That evening I decided to take action, I knew Audrey was away for a couple days visiting her mother, I walked up to his porch and knocked.

When he opened the door, his eyes widened, surprised to see me.

"Amelia." His voice calm but uncertain.

"Is everything all right?"

I replied with a playful smile.

"I thought you might like some company tonight."

He hesitated, then stepped aside.

"Come in." He said softly.

"I baked a cake today; would you like some?"

I smiled and nodded; he offered me a seat and soon returned with a plate of chocolate cake.

"When my wife's not home, I have to figure out what to do on my own."

He gave a bit of a chortle.

"She's training this old dog new tricks."

There was a change in his voice and expression.

"Turns out I'm not half bad in the kitchen."

I took a bite and it was delicious.

"This is amazing." I said, genuinely surprised.

We sat in comfortable silence as we ate.

Then he asked.

"Why did you really come tonight, Amelia?"

His honesty caught me off guard.

I set my saucer on the coffee table.

"We aren't strangers anymore; I feel we've built a friendship over the past few weeks."

I turned to really look into his eyes.

"I've noticed a difference in your demeanor the last few days and I thought you might like some company, maybe a friend to talk to."

He put down his plate, twisted to me, his eyes met mine, calm but sincere.

"I do." He admitted softly.

"More than you know."

The weight of his words hung in the air, he seemed to be processing, choosing his words carefully.

"Sometimes it's easy to forget what it's like to have someone to talk to, to just be with."

His words were emotional; they pulled at something deep inside me. Practically my entire life I didn't have anyone to confide in. I certainly didn't miss my husband at all, but I missed companionship, I'd shut out everyone from my past, I had no one until Audrey and now I wanted to become friends with Thomas.

I could sense loneliness in his expression and it stirred something in me; I reached out and lightly touched the back of his hand; it was much warmer than I expected.

He didn't pull away, and his eyes glazed over, he swallowed hard, he was fighting tears.

He sighed, I could see he was trying to find the words, I allowed him time and just stayed present.

It was quite a while before he looked at me, eyes glazed.

"My life is in utter turmoil."

"Go ahead Thomas, I'm here, tell me."

I could hear the struggle in his voice, raspy.

"Audrey's curtailed my sexual advances because of her menopausal state."

He broke eye contact, inhaled deeply, swallowed.

"I was becoming used to curbing my sexual urges, then you started stopping to chat. Amelia, you have a provocative effect on me; I get aroused when you stop and we chat."

He regained eye contact.

"Amelia, you're a vibrant, sexy woman and you've reawakened my libido."

He peered directly into my eyes.

"Audrey rejects my advances so I've been masturbating everyday after you leave."

I was stunned and my expression showed it; he squeezed my hand.

"I have offended you, I'm sorry, this perverted old man has made a fool of himself?"

I knew how he looked at me and flirted and I quite enjoyed it, but I didn't suspect I turned him on to the point he masturbated. I was thrilled and quite frankly aroused, I didn't consider it offensive.

I hadn't felt any sexual feelings towards him until this very moment. He wasn't the most handsome, not the fittest, but something about his presence had me interested, and obviously he was sexually interested in me.

I saw him in a totally different light, not 30 years older but as a kind gentleman who'd I'd connected with over the past while. When I think about it, day by day, piece by piece I had felt myself being pulled into something I hadn't fully realized, magnetic, irresistible. And now here I was, sitting on his sofa, holding hands and he just stated emphatically how much I arouse him, my breath hitched.

I was running sexual scenarios through in my mind, mini porno activities.

Would I stop him if he made a move?

Would I say no?

Should I stay or should I go?

I smiled.

"No Thomas, I'm not offended, I'm flattered."

I placed my hand on his, letting him know I understood.

I admitted to myself, I was intrigued and curious to see where this was going,

"Loneliness is universal, something that lingers in the quiet spaces of our lives, I've been alone most of my life."

I spoke softly, our eyes connected.

"At some point in life everyone needs someone, for me that has been Audrey and more recently you."

He glanced at me and for a moment I thought he may cry, but instead he smiled. Not a wide smile, but a small, grateful one and his eyes seemed to brighten.

"Yeah," he whispered.

"I feel better just saying it out loud, would you please stay a while? I'd like to talk some more, to share some things with you?"

I nodded.

His entire vibe changed.

"Audrey and I used to make passionate love several times a week for nearly 40 years, then like a light switched, she's lost all interest. I was dealing with it fairly well, gardening, learning to cook, then you started stopping. And well, you're stunning, you excited me a great deal."

He inhaled deeply, rubbing the back of my hand ever so gently.

"Last week Audrey suggested I make a concerted effort to seduce you and maybe, hopefully you'd agree to satisfy my sexual desires."

He chortled, blushed and smiled for the first time since he opened the door and saw me.

"Silly old man, thinking a sexy young woman could be sexually interested in someone twice her age."

Something inside me broke, a wall I'd put up over the past few years disintegrated, I had an overwhelming flood of emotions. It wasn't fear I felt, it was definitely a twinge of excitement.

The thrill of participating in something unfamiliar, that used to be very familiar, my feelings for Thomas were real.

I hadn't desired sex for years and here I was thinking of nothing else, actually, he had me pondering I might even initiated it, if he shyly stalls.

Feeling unsure how to react, needing time to think, I asked.

"May I use your washroom."

"Of course, first door on the left."

I leaned on the sink, looked at my reflection.

He's twice my age, does that really matter, I'm definitely attracted to him?

It wasn't his body, it was his mind and soul, his gentleness, that had me aroused like this.

This feels different, it's not lust, it's emotionally deeper.

He's married to my friend; he did say it was her idea.

I closed my eyes, splashed water on my face, hoping the water might wash away my doubt.

I dried my face, taking another long moment to peer at myself in the mirror, my reflection stared back with steady eyes.

I was listening to my inner voice, we're two people desiring to share something beautiful, something we are both currently missing in our lives.

This is something that has been building, we're consenting adults, it wouldn't be just some lewd, carnal fornication, it would be something we both would most certainly benefit from.

I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, leaned back, opened my eyes, stared at myself.

Confidence, boldness, the traits that had always defined me were still there, I reminded myself that this was my choice, I wanted to feel the passion of a man desiring me, not a man forcibly taking me.

I have every reason to believe Thomas could show me that.

When I returned to the living room, his eyes met mine, and this time there was no hesitation on my part, I sat close.

The quiet hum of the house surrounded us; I had expected to feel nervous or unsure but I didn't; it felt perfectly natural.

His presence was steady, calming, we didn't say anything, sometimes words aren't necessary.

I brought his hand to my breast and I kissed him, passionate, tender.

He was the best kisser I'd ever had.

His hand went under my blouse and pushed my bra up, his warm fingers delicately kneaded my mound and he skillfully rolled my nipple.

His touch subtle but telling, not chaotic, but controlled, measured, one hand made love to my breast, the other deftly unclasped my bra.

His fingers were proficiently fondling my tits. Each caress tantalizingly peeled back layers of my inhibitions, revealing the raw, untamed desire that slumbered beneath. Awakening what I'd compartmentalized because of my previous abuse.

His mouth left mine and nuzzled my neck, I moaned loudly.

It had been years since I felt loved, my mind was no longer reluctant, my body was already yearning for more, I was putty in his hands.

"I so badly want to ravage you Amelia, but I also want to make tender love to you."

I hastily lifted my blouse and bra above my head; with a raspy gasp I blurted.

"Then do both, I'm willing."

Tossing my top aside.

He softly squeezed my tits, kissed both nipples, before kneeling on the floor, his fingers meandered unhurriedly over my belly and undid my jeans.

Aching for his touch, I lifted my hips for him to pull them off.

He scanned my nakedness; I briefly wished I'd trimmed my unruly natural bush.

Lust overtook his expression; I widened my legs anticipating him to dive in.

He didn't, his eyes lewdly scanned my body, ogled my breasts, he glanced up at my eyes.

"And an angel appeared to answer his prayers."

That statement and his desirous expression escalated my horniness even further, my breathing changed, my body tightened with a feverish craving, my loins heated, i got wetter down there.

"Gad, you're even more gorgeous than I imagined."

He rested his hands on my knees, spread them, staring salaciously at my pussy, lewdly licking his lips.

"You've got such a pretty pussy, so symmetrical and such delicate thin labia."

His rough, calloused, gardener hands gradually grazed up my thighs.

He bent lower, his mouth followed the meandering path of his hands, creating a tingling sensation as his tongue slithered up my smooth inner thigh.

He bypassed my vulva and lip tugged several pubes, his fingers proficiently fondling my tits pushing me to an insatiable state of delirium.

He awakened sleeping nerve endings suppressed for years, roused erotic emotions, making me extremely eager for more, unlike anything in my past.

When I felt his nose rub my curly pubes, and heard him inhale loudly I moaned.

"Your scent is sensational, intoxicating; I've never filled my nostrils with such a sensational scent. An aroma that far exceeds any of my flowers."

His breath was hot as he lightly blew on my pussy making me shiver with anticipated excitement.

Hi palm pressed firm against my pubic bone, a thumb on one side of my mon pubis, forefinger on the other. Pinched tentatively but determined, squishing the lower portion of my puffy mound together, making my labia squish out.

The pressure was delightfully stimulating and the sensation intense, unlike anything I'd ever felt.

He ever so gracefully brushed the sensitive edges of my thin lips with his tongue, making my shiver.

I squirmed and arched, groaning with exquisite pleasure, right then I knew I made the right choice, this man intended to please me, more than himself.

Thumb and middle finger delicately separated my vertical lips exposing my blood engorged clitoris.

His palm remained on my pubes, his forefinger gingerly tapped my tiny nub, reverently circling and teasing my sensitive pearl with skill equal to my own.

He delicately kissed up and down the sides of my slit, slowly wormed is tongue just inside my opening and swabbed the cavity. He seemed to know exactly where every nerve ending was located and how to stimulate each one.

The talented tongue toyed with my urethra, an experience foreign to me, this man seemed to want to flood me with secretions, then suck the juices right out of me.

"Holee fuck you're good."

I gasped.

"Nobody ever played with me like this."

It was excruciatingly exhilarating; I writhed under his talented tongue and fingers, moaned appreciatively at the breathtaking manipulation Thomas was administering.

He tenderly sucked my folds savored my succulence, teasingly eating me, claiming me with his profound cunnilingus expertise.

I was stunned at how leisurely he licked, slow and languid, savoring every lap, I was in heaven.

His hands ravenously explored my body, paying homage to my breasts and nipples treating them to a tremendous titillation.

He gently placed his white teeth on either side of my nub, lightly biting, the sensation sent shivers through me. A couple jaw wiggles then nibbled my sensitive swollen clit between his soft lips, so very affectionately moving up and down as if he were sucking a tiny, miniature cock.

Eventually he even licked my taint and crinkly asshole.

I don't know how I hadn't climaxed, he was so damn skillful the way he made oral love to my pussy and kept my entire body and mind craving more.

He slipped his longest finger inside me, soon joined by his ring finger, two fingers sunk deep, a baby finger wiggled against my wrinkled anus. I gasped and arched to him, turning his palm up, curling his fingers, searching for my G, instantly locating the hypersensitive spot. Proficiently began to softly massage the area. There was no mistaking his talent, the way he wiggled inside me, the immense pleasure making me melt, moan and desperately craving more.

While sucking my clit, and rubbing my G, his left hand went under my thigh. His index finger smeared secretions over my wrinkled skin, worming its way, ever so carefully into my tight rear aperture.

When inserted up to the first knuckle he jabbed repeatedly each poke pressing deeper until fully imbedded.

The trifecta combination was erotic ecstasy, my eyes close, I pinched my nipples, groaning loudly.

Gasping, on the brink of unravelling.

I was revelling in this reverent bliss, mentally wrestling between wanting his devoted devouring to go on longer or yield to the intenseness and feel the rush of a long-awaited orgasm.

He expertly kept my on the cusp of climaxing by changing pace, even pausing. Each time I got close, he knew exactly when it was about to happen and changed his pace.

Making me realize Thomas was in charge.

"AARRRGGGHH!"

I groaned arched to him and humped, trying desperately to finish.

The triple stimulation was more than I could endure, my body was on fire as shock waves of desire and powerful orgasm peaks resonated through me.

He didn't move, he froze all activities, I vibrated, my cunt was pulsing, throbbing like never before.

I undulated, squirmed for a beat as extreme tingling sensations reverberate through my entire body.

"Ooohhh mmyy gaa-aaawwd, thaat's sooo guu-uuud."

I settled, relishing in the bliss of fantastic orgasm, still an occasional quiver when I focused on the feeling of his fingers still inside me.

His tongue flick on my clit proceeded the G rub, then his forefinger back door twist and plunge followed.

Rapid, relentless, totally in pursuit of a multiple for my pleasure.

A mere minute of purposeful assault and I totally lost control, wailed his name. I tremored in exquisite delight, my toes curled, my legs shook, I squirmed as I shattered.

This peak was powerful, I shuddered, like I was a having a spastic, convulsing epileptic seizure.

Thomas seemed to relish in my explosion, every plea that fell from my lips, every squirm and twist seemed to feed him, he didn't slow, he persistently pursued another.

An even greater peak was approaching.

I unconsciously arched my back pushing my pussy to him, my fingers pulling the back of his head as I sighed and ground my cunt against his sopping face.

Everything was building towards an unbelievable intense release; and right at the moment, when I was almost there, he slowed.

"That's it Amelia, feel all that emotion, relish it."

He didn't pull away, just stayed motionless, yet again stopped giving me the rhythm I needed to get there.

I was suspended in that excruciating beautiful almost moment. His fingers barely perceptible, wiggled against my G, tongue teased my tiny, sensitive kernel, almost enough, but not quite.

He whispered softly.

"I love making a woman lose control."

He started again, slowly bringing me back up.

He lifted his head.

"Let go Amelia, give me what we both want."

Escalating his pace, fingers fiercely massaging steady on my G, his tongue flicked feverishly, a second finger invaded my arse.

In a more direct, slightly louder voice.

"Let me feel you climax under me again."

He quickened his plunging in both holes.

"Show me your wildest orgasm, let yourself go."

He finally let me finish.

"That's it, let go for me, give it to me Amelia."

The orgasm that overtook me was different from anything I experienced in my life.

I didn't just cum, I completely unravelled, wailed, undulated and spasmed.

I clamped my thighs around his head, bucking uncontrollably, crying out, trembling, breathless.

I was a screaming, shaking, shivering mess, murmuring incoherently and huffing, twisting and squirming with hypersensitive sensations.

The most profound climax I ever felt, yet somehow, I craved more, more of his sinful feasting, more of his DP assault, mostly I wanted more of his desire for me.

Thomas wasn't done, he brought me down slowly, smooth, sensuous, feathery finger movements, delicate baby kisses on my pulsating pussy.

His attention turned to my nipples, he was patient, gentle, confident, he knew he possessed me, I rode the crest, like a surfer, at any time he could have easily took me over the top again.

As I regained a sense of normal rationality, I pulled him up for a passionate kiss.

I tasted my juice on his lips; it enhanced his kissing prowess.

He rolled to my side, one hand continued caressing my breasts, the other went under and around my shoulders.

"The best part of sex for me, is not just creating an orgasm."

He gently massaged my neck.

"It's the journey, the process, taking time, building the steady surges, drawing out the build up, the crescendo, to an extreme state of desire to the moment I realize you're completely lost in my process.

Me taking you to that precipice where you lose control, where you can no longer think about anything else."

Thomas lightly kissed my lips.

"That's what excites me the most."

His eyes locked onto mine.

"My greatest pleasure is taking control over your body until you absolutely need release, couldn't stop it if you tried; then keeping you teetering on that cusp long enough to make your orgasm explosive, memorable."

"Well Thomas, you sure as fuck did that."

I enthusiastically, passionately kissed him, my hand went to his crotch, I wasn't expecting him to be soft, I wondered if he needed Viagra?

Puzzled, I tentatively queried.

"Thomas, you claimed when we chatted, I got you so horny you needed to masturbate. Over the past hour you've given me the greatest orgasm I ever had in my life and the entire time kept me horny as hell, so I find it odd you don't have an erection?"

"Amelia, I was wholly focused on pleasuring you, thinking with my big head, not letting my smaller one take control."

He chuckled.

"It's growing now, let's move to the bedroom."

He assisted me to my feet, held my hand and led me to the bedroom.

He flipped on the light switch illuminating the two side lamps on stands beside the bed, I turned to him and lifted his golf shirt over his head, lowered my hands to undo his pants.

We kissed intimately as he helped pushed them down and kicked them aside.

My hand slid from his hip to investigate his junk; it was much larger than I expected, for some unknown reason I had figured him to be of average size.

It was not yet hard, slightly more than semi erect.

I held onto him as I backed towards the bed and sat on the edge.

I felt it was my turn to give him some oral satisfaction.

One thing I knew I was good at, fellatio, I learned the hard way, most of my beatings from my ex were because I didn't perform to his liking.

Not fast enough, not sensitive enough, not showing eagerness, not enough moaning proving I was loving it.

When I became proficient, he even beat me because I must be cheating, I got so good.

I knew with Thomas it would be way different; I would be appreciated.

There it stood, straight and hard, a large purplish, bulbous mushroom shaped head, bulging veins throughout that gorgeous wide shaft.

I cradled it like a precious artifact, gently caressed the top surface.

"Thomas, this is a damn fine penis, largest I've seen."

I was gently petting his hardness with the tips of my fingers.

He commented.

"Your fingers are super soft, so much nicer than the feel of my calloused digits."

That made me chortle, I peered up into his eyes, smiled, gave him a wink. I thanked him by curling my fingers around getting a better grip on it and stroking it gently as I kissed the tip.

Seeing precum ooze on the tiny hole made me grin ear to ear. I resisted tasting it, I felt its warm wetness as I touched it with my forefinger; I sensuously smeared the silky substance over the cone shaped head, being sure to tantalize the sensitive corona ridge.

Thomas quivered and I heard him sigh.

He squirmed as my thumb and forefinger squeezed and caressed the entire length with what I learned was the perfect pressure.

I tongue flicked the crevice on the lower side of his glans and licked the tip like a lollipop, swirling my tongue around the circumference.

I held it upright so I could lick the length of his sperm tube, the third trip made him moan and his fingers combed into my hair.

"Amelia, no one has ever done this to me."

It was an incredible moment; my right fingers curled around his rigid rod, left cupped his big balls, larger than chicken eggs, I gingerly rolled them.

I continued to swirl my tongue around his tip, kept my lips firm on his flesh as I took him in, I closed my teeth just past his corona ridge rolled my jaw to tease his nerve endings. I sucked so that my cheeks caved in.

I short bobbed slowly, carefully keeping light tooth contact against the most sensitive part, almost out, then back over the head, I also wrist twist whilst tugging his pecker with both hands.

He was groaning and sporadically shivering with pleasure, my lips separated from him with a wonderful popping noise.

Releasing it momentarily, his rod bobbed, glistening with saliva. It was mesmerizing, I gingerly grazed eight fingernails from the base to the tip three times.

I returned to nob sucking with eagerness; after several short strokes I began going further and further, until I felt his pubes on my face and his tip rub the back of my throat.

I methodically deep throated, he audibly gasped and held my head motionless for a beat.

"Geezus that's nice, Amelia, I can't hold off much longer."

The way he said it seemed like he was warning me, but there was no way I was gonna stop now, I wanted to finish him like this, to taste his sperm.

I stopped just long enough to say.

"Then don't, I want you to cum in my mouth."

I barely got him back in my mouth and he let out the most sexy guttural groan I've ever heard.

He ejaculated, way more jizz than I was expecting, I swallowed what I could but he was still twitching.

I just pointed his swollen throbbing shaft toward the ceiling, like a microphone and absolutely peppered the underside with kisses. And before I knew it my face was being struck with his hot creamy sperm streams.

I squealed in delight until his orgasm was over.

I ended it with one more deep throat sucking cleanse and a soft kiss to the tip before shimmying back on the bed, splaying my legs wide.

"Fuck me Thomas I want that big dick in my cunt."

He fell alongside me.

"I'm not a young man anymore, I'll need an hour or so before I'm up to performing again."

I snuggled to him.

"That's ok, you've already performed spectacular, that was the best oral sex I've ever had."

I kissed him intimately.

"It was so damn good, I crave more, Thomas you've restored my libido."

We kissed passionately, I rolled onto my side, pulled his arm around me, wiggled my bum back against him.

"I feel safe with you, I've never experienced such tenderness."

We spooned.

***

I awakened in the same position, realizing I hadn't slept through the night without nightmares in years.

I felt his breath on my neck.

"I didn't want to move you were sleeping so peacefully."

I twisted to look at him.

"I haven't slept so soundly in years."

I put my hand to the back of his neck, and enthusiastically searched his mouth, our tongues danced.

His hands tracing my curves, creating a wildfire of desire within me. I again responded to his touch as if his fingers spoke a language only my skin could understand.

His nimble fingers seared a path across my supple breasts, traced the gentle swell, my soft peaks hardening beneath his stimulating caresses.

He worshipped me every bit as caring as last night, his fingertips whispered promises of ecstasy, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through my body. This was happening, I was about to get properly fucked by a loving caring man with a large cock.

His explorations ventured lower, lingering on the curve of my waist, then leisurely towards my genitals.

He lowered his head, taking one of my peaks into his mouth, teasing the nub with his tongue as his fingers combed through my curly pubes and edged my sensitive labia.

That insatiable hunger reared up like a dragon, demanding fulfillment; I groaned, arched to his touch, raked my nails across his back. My mind swimming, being drawn into a whirlpool of desire, my body revelling in a swelling of sensations as he teased my sensitive slit.

My breath grew ragged, body arching involuntarily to meet his every touch. I was a prisoner to his intoxicating touches, I yearned for his lips on my skin, eager for his body to unite with mine.

I reached for his cock; this time it was as hard as when I sucked him off. Enthralling, thrilling, nothing else mattered, I squeezed firmly.

I stroked him equally as gentle and in unison with his fingering, my body trembled with primal need, chest heaving as I panted hotly.

"Thomas, I want your cock inside me."

I craved him like a wild animal in heat, ready to be taken and rutted savagely with lust, an act of raw, carnal passion.

I gripped his dick with all my might, peered at him with an urgent plea.

"Fuck me Thomas, take me, claim me."

Thomas seized my wrists in his powerful grip, pinning me down, using his knee to widen my legs.

Hovered above me like a predator gazing at his prey.

I'm sure I wanted this more than him, yielding, in shameless invitation I lifted my legs high and wide, I whimpered, my legs wrapping around him, my heels on his buttocks pulling him to me as I rolled my hips.

I writhed wantonly beneath him, as he lowered his hard body atop mine, he gripped his rod, wiggling, teasingly, just grazing my entrance, nestled it between my lips.

"Oh, gawd yes Thomas, fuck me with that big hard cock, make me scream."

With a deep, guttural growl, he entered forcefully, my gasp lost in his kiss.

Each conquering stroke and powerful thrust demonstrating his desire and need.

Trembling with desire beneath him, my body tightening, undulating, breaths in ragged gasps. He quickened his pace, relentless, my hips rising to meet each of his fierce thrusts.

He pounded into me, lost in that rush of lust, a sheen of sweat appeared.

His hips pumped in a rhythmic cadence, I bucked beneath him, desperate for that ultimate pleasure of an orgasm.

Driving deeper and harder into me with each thrust. I could feel my self being claimed, possessed by his lustful desire. This time I felt he was driving for his benefit, his insatiable need for me, not at all like my ex as I too was about to benefit.

It was erotic euphoria that swept over us simultaneously. Our cries were as united as our quavering bodies. Both tingling with orgasmic sensations, gasping for more air, clawing at each other, feverish, passionate kissing.

His weight atop me, was comforting as his convulsions diminished, he rolled off, cuddled against my back, kissed my neck, catching his breath, motionless.

Laying silently, contented in delirious bliss, cocooned in his spooning embrace, I realized something about Thomas, and more importantly about myself, people aren't defined by their age, and passion doesn't fade with time, it only hides, waiting for the right person to awaken it.

Time passed slowly, but neither of us minded. The world beyond our embrace seemed distant, like it belonged to someone else.

Here, in this moment, everything was peaceful, feeling like the kind of peace people chase their whole lives.

My head resting on his bicep, I close my eyes, I wasn't thinking about what would happen tomorrow. I wasn't thinking about anything at all. I just listened to his breathing and heartbeat, steady and calming.

Sometimes you don't plan things, they just happen. You follow the pull, you chase the feeling, and you see where it takes you. And sometimes where it takes you is exactly where you're supposed to be.

Eventually, he spoke, his voice was soft but firm.

"Thank-you Amelia, I didn't realize how much I missed having someone squirm so spectacularly under me."

"Wow Thomas, that was mindboggling, unimaginable. I had so many fantastic orgasms."

"You've made this old man extremely happy; I desperately needed a distraction."

We decided to make waffles and bacon together, me wearing nothing but one of his button up shirts, he in blue striped boxers.

While making the batter, he snuggled behind, wrapped his arms around my waist, tenderly nibbling that sweet spot on the nape of my neck. Sending chills throughout.

I left the batter, turned.

"My gawd Thomas, I've felt so desired."

I gave him an enthusiastic kiss.

"My heart has never been so happy, my libido never so wanton."

He kept me aroused with subtle boob grazes, gentle bum squeezes as I turned the bacon.

While eating at the table, his foot caressing my calf, eventually teased it's way up my thigh.

As we ate, he somehow was capable of teasing my vertical lips with his toe, making my extremely wet. I widened my legs, slouched, he used his toe like a finger, edging me, even found a way to wriggle my tiny bean.

I was thoroughly enjoying this salacious unusual play and he casually asked.

"Are you going for a run this morning?"

My breathing had changed; I was quite focused on what was happening between my legs under the table.

"Uh, I, I was hoping for more leisurely way to burn calories today."

"Oh, and just how would you do that?"

My hand went under the table and assisted his toe to stimulate my titillated kernel.

"Well, you seem to have ways I never thought of."

I closed my eyes and moaned as we rubbed my clitoris.

"Thomas," I panted, "you amaze me."

He pulled his foot back, leaving me yet again hanging on the cusp.

"Well then, we better get these dishes done and figure out how to burn calories."

He stood taking our plates to the dishwasher.

Of course I was slightly miffed he'd stopped. But I chuckled to myself, knowing he wasn't really stopping, his way of foreplay, he was pausing to escalate my arousal.

I held up the syrup container.

"Where does this go?"

Thomas had a devilish smirk; he moved to me, kissed my neck as he undid a button on the shirt.

"I'd like to start by..." His cheek touched mine as he undid another button.

Another button releases and his tongue follows my collarbone to my cleavage, last button and he swirls around my areole making my nipples stiffen and scream for titillation.

"Dribbling the sticky sweet stuff on these gorgeous tits."

He opened the shirt, pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall from my arms.

His tongue trailed from one nipple to the other.

"I'll savor every drop as I lick it off."

He tenderly cupped my breast as he flicked my stiffening nipple.

"I think that might add more calories than it burns."

Lip tugging one while rolling the other.

I dropped to my knees taking his boxers to his ankles.

"I'm willing to take that risk, I have a hunch it will result in a fun workout."

I gazed up at him as I cradled his flaccid member in my left hand, lifted it horizontal and dribbled the brown liquid along the top.

I hastily attempt to slurp up the sticky liquid as it oozed down the sides.

His tip was resting in my palm so I squeezed an excess amount over it and noisily lapped like a puppy with a dish of milk, being sure his corona got the full benifit.

He became instantly hard and showed his appreciation with a low moan whilst combing his fingers through my hair and petting the top and back of my head.

"Careful Amelia, I'm close to exploding, maybe we should go to bed, and I'll make affectionate love to you."

I peered up at him, licked my lips and responded.

"Yesterday you told me your greatest pleasure is making your partner squirm. Thomas, let me finish this my way, I truly want to tenderly, lovingly suck your cock, to savor your cum. I was always forced to suck cock; my ex would hold my head and fiercely fuck my mouth."

I went at him with a feverous fury, the best blow job I knew how.

I was forcibly taught to massage the prostate, so I tenderly did that as I deep throated.

It was barely a minute and Thomas's grunts and spasms were in unison with the squirts hitting my throat.

There was a lot and some sperm escaped before I could swallow.

I got to taste his delicious, warm salty cream, getting it voluntarily made it seem so much tastier than the way my ex gave it to me.

After I finished properly cleaning his member, Thomas pulled me up, his mouth met mine, passionately, hungrily kissing me.

"I prefer felching, licking my semen from a pulsing pussy, the blend is like adding syrup to waffles or whip cream to pie."

He licked my cheek.

"Syrup can also be used as anal lube, cleanup after, would be so much fun for both of us."

***

Knowing Thomas would need a couple hours to recover, I went for a run, Thomas tended his flowers.

When I returned, we showered together, he reverently washed me with a loofah, gawd he was so attentive to my erogenous zones.

I craved his touch and I was wickedly wanton, begged him to do me against the shower wall.

He did and I came almost immediately, he didn't, he withdrew, turned off the water, toweling me ever so delicately, dabbing rather than rubbing, keeping me inflamed.

He guided me to the bed and we had wild, fanatical sex in various positions. Thomas didn't perform like an old man, nearly 2 hours before he dispensed his load deep inside.

We again cuddled and shared stories.

I snuggled to his chest pulled his hand to play with my boob.

"Thomas, this was wonderful, you're a great lover, I could easily become addicted to the way you treat me and it seems natural but what's next?

Audrey's going to be home soon, I don't want this be over, do we sneak around whenever we can?"

There was a lull, Thomas's breathing changed, I sensed something powerful shifted, I twisted to him; he appeared troubled.

I recalled that expression, it was the one I witnessed a couple nights ago when I watched the sunset. I placed my palm on his cheek.

"What is it, Thomas?"

"I didn't want to tell you; Audrey was planning to."

His tears started to flow freely.

"Audrey's been diagnosed with inoperable cancer, doctor's say at best she'll have 2 or 3 more months."

I laid beside him, letting him cry it out.

Audrey returned when we were sleeping, her stirring in the bedroom woke us.

She didn't react like she caught us cheating; her expression seemed pleased as we exchanged gazes.

She sat on the edge of the bed her eyes sparkling, matching the smile on her lips.

"Amelia, it's ok, I approve, I insist you stay for supper, I'll explain as we eat."

She had such a sweet smile, took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I precooked a roast before I left and it only needs heating while the potatoes and carrots boil."

She patted my thigh, leaned across and kissed Thomas, then left.

I twisted to Thomas, nervous as fuck.

"What the hell?"

He brushed my cheek, kissed me intimately.

"It's ok Amelia, it's ok, Audrey will explain."

We dressed and went to the kitchen; Audrey gave me a wonderful smile.

"I got the potatoes carrots boiling," she held out a knife and a tomato.

"I'll do the lettuce; you chop this up for a salad."

She chatted about her visit with her sister as if nothing happened here.

Setting the roast on the table, Audrey sat across from me, staring at me another smile curled her lips, After she said grace.

"We've thought it through, previously discussed it thoroughly. I always felt you two were right for each other."

She passed the potatoes to Thomas.

"You suffered through a bad marriage, something you didn't deserve. I knew you weren't happy, you'd become a recluse, for the entire time I knew you, you never dated, I know you lost trust in men."

She finished her small helping of salad.

"You needed to feel the love and tenderness of a man, to rebuild trust."

She poured us each a glass of wine.

"After finding out I was dying, I suggested Thomas seduce you, he only knows how to give his all, he needs a woman that appreciates his prowess"

She finishes filling up her plate.

"I couldn't bear the thought of you both being sad and lonely when I passed. I just knew you two would be very happy together, once you got together."

She elevated her glass.

"Amelia, you should sell your house and move in here."

I couldn't find any words to respond, it didn't need pondering, it made perfect sense.

While eating she nonchalantly laid out her plans for us.

"Of course, I want to spend most of my remaining time with my husband but I no longer meet his sexual needs so we'll arrange time for the 2 of you when I'm out volunteering. I still want to visit a few more relatives, so that will give you some overnight stays."

I was ecstatic to have Audrey's blessing to be Thomas's lover.

When pie was almost done.

"Thomas why don't you two go do some of that Fellatio stuff you said she does so well, go take care of that while I do dishes. That way we can cuddle tonight without me being mauled."

***

The three of us worked together to ready my house for sale. Thomas planted flowers, Audrey and I cleaned like crazy. She left us alone most days for a couple hours to volunteer somewhere or another.

I listed my house; it sold a week later.

Audrey was withering away quickly, by the following month she was bedridden in the spare room, she demanded I move into their house before possession date.

Thomas and I looked after Audrey with hospice care during the day; each other erotic care at night.

She passed a week later, holding both our hands in hers, she struggled to say her final words.

"It makes my heart glad knowing you will both be happy with each other."