Mature widow Stories

I walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I was naked after my shower. My wife, Jenny, still dressed, was sitting on the edge of the queen-sized bed. “Sit down beside me, Bob,” she said, patting the bed. I sat down. “I want you to fuck Ethel,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She kissed me on the cheek. “What!” I exclaimed, pulling my face away and staring at her. Ethel had been Jenny’s best friend for fifty years....

I was feeling good because I had gotten off early from work. I was the assistant manager of a shoe store in a mall and I worked a very irregular schedule. I had worked four hours today, and at one o’clock I was off for the day. I was driving home, and on the seat beside me was a small paper bag with a gift in it for my wife, Linda. Light blue nylon stockings. They were really a present for both of us because I liked stock...

Julie has settled into working with Mr. Henshaw. She enjoys the work, but for the first time in her life, Julie is enjoying cock and cum. Julie thinks nothing of taking dictation while bent over Mr. Henshaw's desk. Her skirt pushed past her hips, panties around her feet, and Mr. Henshaw's cock sliding back and forth slowly in her pussy. Julie considers it a good day at the office when she drives home with a satisfied puss...