Angela

George:

I must be crazy. I stood outside of Arthur's front door, with my luggage, hesitating before ringing the bell.

Arthur and I, internet friends, corresponded by e-mail and had opened a line of communication hard to accommodate in the everyday give and take of friendship. We confessed to failings, both physical and moral, that we dare not reveal to our closest friends.

I had told him about my masturbatory habits and my erection problems. He had confessed to a certain yen to watch women pee. Both had a fascination for older women. We had infrequent or no meaningful sex with our wives. We had exchanged nude photographs of them. Recently, Arthur had emailed, "Wouldn't you like to fuck my wife?"

"That would be nice." I indicated more than a certain yen for her.

"Make me a cuckold," he had urged, "I'd love watching you do her."

"I'd consider a threesome. Would she be interested?"

"Not in a million years," he said. "But visit us for a weekend and we'll see what happens."

So there I stood. Outside of his door. Hearing the door chimes ring within. The door opened.

"Yes?" The nice lady looked at me quizzically.

"I'm looking for Arthur Emerson. He's expecting me."

"Arthur's gone to Connecticut for the weekend," the rather pretty, past middle-aged brunette said, dryly. "To visit a sick friend."

"Oh Dear! That puts me in a bind," I said. "I don't know the city or where I'd find a hotel this time of day and I'm afraid I let my taxi drive away."

The woman smiled. "Well come in and let's see if we can get you straightened around."

At the end of the dark hall I thought I saw something move in the shadows. Was it Arthur?

I dropped the thought, almost as it occurred. Mrs. Emerson extended a warm hand in greeting. "I'm Angela."

"George."

"Please come in and have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment."

When she returned, she wore a neat white blouse and a full skirt. She had touched up her hair and her make-up. Angela was a very attractive woman. She sat in a chair opposite to mine.

We talked about Arthur's work and my own work before retirement. I mentioned being married. She graciously suggested that perhaps one day I might bring my wife to visit her and Arthur. All of the activities of the nation's capital were in easy reach. Friends often used their house as a jumping-off point.

She suggested I stay for dinner. I of course accepted.

Arthur:

It WAS me that George saw. I was surprised. The plan had worked so far.

I had worried about how well the two of them would get along. Angela, 68, had started life as a country girl. George, was fourteen years older. However, he was very interested in fucking my wife after seeing a nude picture I had sent to him.

I was not sure how he would deal with Angela if they were alone. She had always resisted my hints about having sex with another man. I was not sure I should have put her in this awkward situation with George. It was not that I feared for her safety. I knew that he would not hurt her. I was concerned about her potential embarrassment. Perhaps, I was not sure that, after all, I wanted George to have the opportunity to fuck my wife. But indeed, beyond anything else, I wanted to watch it happen. Perhaps to join in.

I had decided not to tell my wife that I had invited George. I told her I was going on one of my frequent trips to Connecticut, where she knew I would be with Barbara, my eighty-year-old lover.

She had driven me to the Metro station and I bade her farewell. Later, when I knew she would be out, I took a taxi back to the house and hid, awaiting developments. When George arrived, I slipped up to the loft and into the area above the living space. George had caught a glimpse of me, as he came through the door. Angela had had her back to me or it might have been over before it began.

I had made the loft reasonably comfortable for a longish stay and drilled a hole in the ceilings above the living room and above our bedroom. I had inserted magnifying eye holes, which gave me views of the entire living room and bedroom. With the help of an unsuspecting computer buff, I had linked these lenses to the screen of my laptop computer. Thus, I did not need to move around to view my wife's activities. From here on, it was up to George!

Angela, a sweet lady, after giving George a meal, led him into the living room. He told her he should be looking for a hotel room. She suggested that he might like a shower first.

George:

When I had showered and returned to the living room, Angela served drinks. We sat around, very comfortably and Angela appeared taken with my almost shy manner. But I told stories and made her laugh. Angela revealed her passion for country music and asked if he cared to hear her favorite CD.

Soon, she was jigging to the music, on the couch, and appeared excited. She sat closer to me. I thought she might be becoming a bit tipsy. Her wiggling body moved tantalizingly close. I became impressed with the lady's shapely figure. I began, in fact, undressing her with my eyes, bringing to mind the nude picture that Arthur had emailed to me.

I mentioned that I should start looking for a hotel room or she was going to be stuck with me for the night.

"I believe you're an honorable man. If you're real nice, I might ask you spend the night," said Angela, much to my surprise.

"That would be too kind," I replied.

"In the spare room, of course," she said.

"Of course."

"I'm sure no friend of Arthur's would take advantage of an elderly lady who has been left to herself for the weekend." Angela seemed to be making just a bit too much of it.

"Mrs. Emerson, you're not elderly. You are a pretty still in full bloom, a grand lady in her prime."

Angela's face broke into a full smile. "You know, young man," she teased, "flattery just might gain you an upgrade for the night. The question is, could I trust you not to tell Arthur?"

"You can trust me with everything. Your reputation, your virginity," I waved my hands in the air. "Your . . .whatever. . .

"Especially my whatever," laughed my lovely hostess. "Would you care for another drink."

A slower song came on. Angela, impulsively, sat on my lap. She tilted her head back over my shoulder, to allow me an unobstructed view down her blouse. She revealed her full set of mature tits.

"Was it a little inebriated teasing?" I asked myself.

As she squirmed on my lap, my hand caressed Angela's bare belly, peeping from below her white blouse.

I nibbled at her ear. "Angela, you have a sexy navel, nice and deep."

Angela giggled She moved my hand away and squeezed it. "I'm ticklish there."

My arm encircled her waist, under her blouse. "I bet I could find a lot more ticklish spots," I countered, "if I weren't afraid of getting my face slapped."

Angela giggled conspiratively. "I imagine you could find most anything you want but I can't imagine you being stopped by the threat of a little old slap."

Men of my age seldom find themselves in such delicious situations. I watched her eyes closely. "I would very much like to find them all!"

Angela appeared mesmerized. The drinks, I am sure, contributed to her feelings but there was more to her mood. It was if she were suddenly free of inhibition. This woman, wriggling on my lap, became a seething mass of sexuality. More than drink was involved here. Much more.

I rubbed my hands around her smooth tummy and tickled her ribs. She watched the shape of my hand under her blouse as it neared her titties. She watched like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You make me feel so. . . so. . . restless," she squirmed.

"All the better to eat you up." I jested, in the fashion of the Big Bad Wolf.

"Ooooh. Tell me more."

"You make me want to do very naught things to you."

"Whatever do you have in mind?" she enquired, in mock innocence.

I surmised that, by now, we had passed the point of no return. So, I took a very bold chance

"I think I would like to start out by eating your sweet, little pussy."

"You wouldn't!" she gasped.

"I truly would." Now we had truly taken off, I felt.

"I couldn't let you do that." Angela got a faraway look in her eye. "Arthur used to like doing that to me," she said wistfully. "I've never cheated on him."

"I'd make it enjoyable," I promised.

"I'm sure you would," said Angela

"Do you have a lot of kinky hair down there?"

"That's personal!" For a moment, I was not sure if I had offended or titillated her.

"I need to check it out." I persisted, "I'm an official pussy inspector. I have a sworn duty to. . ."

"You're absolutely impossible. . ." She covered her mouth to hide her laughter.

"Your pussy curls. . . I look on them as nature's dental floss. The supply must be protected."

Arthur:

I watched every movement of George's hand. I looked away - but briefly. My own equipment was working overtime, swelling and becoming as hard as it had been in recent years. Angela arched her back, her eyes closed, a pleasurable grin expanding her mouth.

I was definitely conflicted. I thought to myself. George's an old man. He surely can't be coming onto her like that. He's aggressive and made comments about women he had been with. I had believed, however, that my Angela would never let another man touch her. She was clean and innocent.

I stretched out, in my confined space, and tried to ease the constriction in my groin area. I was definitely aroused. While briefly away from the visuals, I rethought the whole thing. This was my long-married wife and my friend down there. I had a huge hard on with the slick pre-cum seeping out. I was so aroused, that I definitely wanted it to happen. I wanted to see them fuck. I returned to the screen, to watch.

George had cupped my Angela's sweet, soft breasts in his palms. That almost made me cum!

She tugged at George to sit on the floor next to the little table. She sat on his lap. She slowly placed her dainty hands over George's hands with the long slender fingers and the masses of brown age spots and directed them back onto her belly.

George did not miss a beat. He toyed with her soft, somewhat wrinkled, skin and her deep, ticklish navel. They finished their drinks. I thought the night was finished and that now they would go to their separate bedrooms.

But Angela guided George's hands toward her sagging breasts. He hesitated and looked at her, solemnly. Polite and careful man that he was, knowing I was probably watching, he asked, "Are you all right with this?"

My heart was torn! His hands fondled and pinched my wife's rounded, titties. I had the erection of my life. I wanted it to happen. There was something hypnotizing about my grandmotherly wife, though innocent of other men, being willingly handled by a man twelve years her senior.

The fact that he was not a handsome devil, and a bit overweight, got me worked up. What could she see in him? I sat, like a boy with a new toy, letting another man seduce my wife into doing things I had only imagined. I made up my mind to enjoy the inevitable. I would not spoil things for my wife. I said to myself, "Me? I'm OK with whatever Angela's wants."

George:

Angela bit her lip as if in deep thought. "George, do you think that sex is dirty?"

"Some say, that if it isn't, you're not doing it right."

"Oh You!" She slapped playfully at me.

"I'm serious. We get most turned on by what, in our culture, is forbidden."

"Do I turn you on?" I enquired.

I placed her hand on the expanded lump at my crotch. "What would you say?"

Her generous, full, lips formed a perfect "O." "Ohhh! You really must really be thinking very dirty thoughts." She smiled. "Are they about me?"

"Very much so," said I.

"Would you care to share them with me?"

"Only if I can play with your soft, round bottom and maybe let me spank it a little."

She giggled. "You really are a dirty old man."

"Not as dirty as I would like to be!" I ran my left hand up the outside of her solid calf, to a rounded, firmer thigh. I pulled her close and cupped the left cheek of her buttocks.

Angela offered no resistance. Indeed, she was now giving me tacit encouragement to proceed. Though mature in life, she appeared almost innocently virginal in sexual adventure. She was, I think, as curious as I.

"You make me frightfully randy," she murmured. "I have no will to resist you."

I caressed her naked breasts. "They're not quite 'little girl' titties but the nipples are so lovely. They want to be played with."

Angela moaned. "I'd love to be your young lassie, but these old titties are what I have."

She leaned back and kissed me, open mouthed, while I fondled her breasts. I wondered if Arthur, at this moment, were watching me. I squeezed her fine, sagging teats and also played with – and pinched – her nipples. She moaned and shifted her body. Every few minutes, we made eye-contact and kissed with much playing of our tongues.

I moved my hands lower. I asked about her bush. "Am I going to find lots of nice, curly hair down there? I know you're going to be tight."

She smiled and let out a long slow, "Ohhhh!" sound. "You make me feel so terribly naughty." Angela said, as she unbuttoned her skirt, loosened the zipper and lowered the waistband enough to tease me.

"Oh God! Touch me." This, from a lady who, Arthur had told me, did voluntary work at the local church!

Arthur:

George had his hand under my wife's skirt, just over where her nether pink lips and clit would be. He teased her with his fingertips. Her hips moved writhed with pleasure. Angela loved what he was doing to her and I loved watching. One of her hands stole behind her. I assumed it found George's crotch. At this point I was blown away! My dear, prudish wife, Angela was holding his cock. This old man had her topless, rubbing her pussy under her skirt. Now, she was playing stroking his dick! They paused between wet kisses.

He said, "Remove your skirt. Let me see your pretty legs and your sexy pussy fur."

He tugged at the waistband of her skirt. She gracefully lifted her hips for him to pull the skirt from under her. That aroused me further. Now he could now view the entire length of her legs, topped off by her pink panties!

He spread her legs and positioned himself inside of her knees. She held both hands over her pussy and appeared shy for the first time.

He said, "You want me to take my pants off, to even the score?"

Angela said "Oh, yes! Please! I want see you."

He kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and briefs and stepped out of them. He knelt before her. His hard penis pushed up and out, pointing at her. She could not help but look at it. It was not huge, perhaps seven inches – but it was thick.

I thought to myself, "If he fucks her with that, she'll never be able to feel me inside her again. . ."

He gave her panties a tug. She did not lift and give him 'permission.' He removed her hands from her pussy. The crotch, dark and slick, was soaked. Even tucked away in my viewing corner, I imagined I smelled her slick, feminine juices. He looked her in the eyes.

"Don't hide from me. You want me to see you. Let me slide them off."

She watched his eyes as he clutched the narrow elastic of her panties. She put an arm around his neck and lifted her butt. He slowly pulled her panties away from her bush and her slit. Angela lay, completely naked, her wet creamy pussy exposed. She lay back against the couch, waiting for George's next move.

Being a bit drunk, she had started this thing, but it was clear that George was now in control. Each time he touched her, she moaned. She was obviously fixated on his swollen cock. He kissed her and confidently introduced a middle finger, slowly and firmly, up her twat. She moaned. Her body convulsed at his touch. George didn't seem to notice, but I knew she had a minor orgasm. George had barely touched her clit and she was coming for him!

Her head lay back against the couch cushion, her legs splayed wide. Her hips lifted off the carpet as she erupted again – with a second, stronger, orgasm. George played with her tits and titillated her clitty with his fingers. She moaned and manipulated the head of his cock.

He kept asking, "You like that, Angela? Tell me what you like."

Obediently, she looked into his eyes. "I want. . . you. . . to. . .fuck me." She whispered, "Fuck me hard!"

Her legs drew up, knees parted, as he mounted her. He plowed into her hard, her hands scratching his back, her legs locked over his. George worked his stiff cockhead into her and pressed into her. In and out of her he went, over and over again. My Angela's pussy was getting fucked. I listened to the hot, wet, slushy, sounds as he pumped his cock into my wife's hungry hole. She gripped his clenched, scrawny buttocks with both hands and tried to pull him deeper into her.

Abruptly, George withdrew from her. His cunt-soaked cock, swollen to near bursting, glowed obscenely in the lamplight.

"Noooo!" moaned Angela. "Please fuck me. I need more."

George turned quickly on the floor. Carefully but firmly, he guided his cunt-soaked prick, to her soft, parted, lips. Slowly, he pushed the head into her mouth. She opened further to receive his thick, slick-with-her-juices, cock.

I could not believe what I was seeing. He pumped that hard cock in and out of my Angela's small, sucking mouth. And she accepted it! My loving wife had given George her pussy. Now she was sucking his thick cock, with the same mouth she kisses me with! She sucked him, as I had taught her to suck me. She cupped his hairy scrotum and massaged his balls. She toyed with his asshole, fingering it lovingly, as I had taught her to play with mine.

He held my wife's head and thrust his cock deep into her throat, until she had it all. From his open-mouthed, frozen, expression, I knew he had shot his first spurts of cum. He backed off as he came and pulled out of her mouth. I clearly saw her mouth oozing with slippery, slimy spunk. Still, he shot his thick cum at her face. He rubbed it with the smooth head of his dick. While he leaned into her she pulled on his smooth ass cheeks, encouraging him to fuck her pretty face. He gently rubbed his dick on her open mouth.

Finally he lay on his side. "That was fantastic, Angela. Now, stretch out beside me."

Using her soft inner thigh, near her crotch, as a pillow, he brought his mouth close to her pussy and extended his tongue to touch her clit.

"Ooooooh!" gasped Angela. "I'm so tender there and so sensitive.

"Let's do each other," said George.

Lying on her side, she pulled his softening manhood into her mouth and pushed a hand between his hairy legs to softly caress his ass. For the next five minutes, my wife lay with his limp dick in her mouth, nursing it like a baby, while he teased her clit with his tongue.

After she came gently, for the fourth time, I thought she might fall asleep nursing his spent cock. I thought it time let her know I was there. My cock was as hard as a rock from watching her get filled with cock. George had done a fine job at seduction.

My dick throbbed in my trousers. I could not believe what I had seen. My friend had turned on my wife more than I ever had. It was surprising that I had not cum in my pants. Indeed, from all the precum down there it would be hard to say that I had not.

While they were still in post-coital bliss, I left the loft and exited by a side door.

George:

I lay on my back, Angela astride me, my spent cock still deep in her mouth.

The front door opened and closed. Someone shouted, "Hello, Darling, it's me!"

"Dear God! It's Arthur!" Angela tried, vainly, to pull away from me, her new lover.