Tim & Peggy Ch. 03

"Take me back to bed now," she murmured into me, her warm breath on my bare skin, "I want you to eat my pussy."

I decided to tease her, "I prefer to eat pussy after it's been filled with cum, and if you remember you insisted I splattered your body rather than your insides this morning."

Peg looked at me with a dirty grin, "what do you suggest we do about that then?" reaching down and stroking my hardening penis through the gap in my loosely tied robe.

"Come with me and I'll show you," taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. I closed the bedroom door behind us and briefly took in the smell; the room reeked of sex from our morning. Like a drug it gave me an instant high and turned me on hugely. I pulled her to me and snogged her hard. Breaking the kiss, I murmured into her ear, "I'm going to show you what happens to a dirty bitch that likes having her man's cum all over her tits."

"Oh fuck, yes please," she gasped, signaling that she was ready to play my game and be a little bit submissive. She groaned as I undid her robe and slipped it off her smooth shoulders. I took in her lovely ripe body, her rounded tummy and the slight sag in her breasts, the soft little wrinkles in her cleavage and the crepey skin on her arms. My adoring gaze traveled on down her lovely legs to her dainty little feet. I realized I wanted to buy her the gift of a discrete little gold anklet and that I'd need to tell her about its significance in the swinging lifestyle.

The thought made me harder under my robe, and I placed my hands either side of her expectant face and kissed her hard. I broke away and spoke quietly and firmly into her ear, "would you like to be my filthy cum-slut this afternoon?"

She took a sharp intake of breath and reached for my hard cock, "yes, yes, I do, I want to be used hard ... oh honey, fuck me senseless,"

"Baby, I want you kneeling on the bed for me," I demanded, "face towards the mirrors." The room had mirrored wardrobe doors, perfect for watching ourselves fuck in, but we hadn't used them yet for that purpose.

"Oh fuck, I love this position," she cried as she got onto the bed and happily presented her bottom to me, everything on display and showing she was content to be submissive. I grabbed two pillows and slipped them under her tummy, her body now positioned comfortably and so ready for being used hard. I got onto the bed and knelt behind her, fingered her vulva to check she was ready, then guided my cock into her open hole. God she was wet and her fanny farted loudly as I entered her halfway. She apologized but I reassured her I loved her doing it, that she was helpless to prevent them in that position and how I loved hearing and feeling them. I managed to get the position right so that her cunt squelched and farted several times as I worked my cock in and out of her hole. I wanted her to know it turned me on so much, hearing her body respond naturally in that way.

Any worries I might have had that I was using her for my own pleasure were soon dispelled, as she moaned heavily and pushed her full bottom back into my hips to get more cock inside her.

She spread her knees and lowered her hips a little to get the height right and I slid all the way into her wet cunt. She had her head in the duvet, gripping the bedding tightly in her hands as I used her body, "Oh god Tim, fuck me hard, really fucking deep and hard pleeeeese". She was so ready for a hard pounding, her cunt so sloppy. I held her hips and pulled her body on and off my cock, really using her. Her new tattoo looked utterly gorgeous, acting as a little marker sign to the centre of our pleasure. I followed its direction towards her lovely full bottom, rippling in time to my thrusts as she bounced off my tummy. I moved my hands to her ass and gently parted her cheeks to expose her lovely wrinkled anus and underneath, the incredibly erotic sight of my erection sliding between her slick labia.

"Oh honey, fuck me hard, really hard, just empty yourself into me ... aaah ...fuck!" Peggy was shouting the words out, and I urged her to get up onto her hands so I could enjoy the sight of her tits dangling. Bless her, she was losing it rapidly but still had just enough awareness to comply and I could tell she loved the sight of us fuck in front of the mirrors just as much as I did.

"Oh Peg, look at your gorgeous tits bouncing around," I gasped.

"They're too saggy," she started to be self critical so I gave her some hard and fast thrusts to divert her, causing them to bounce around even more. I love her tits, especially like this.

She gasped loudly, struggling to catch her breath, "... fuck that's so naughty ... oh ... fuck ... don't stop, bang my fucking brains out," she panted.

What really tipped me over the edge was seeing how she got even more frantic when I pulled her hair as I thrust in and out of her. Oh god, that view will live with me for ever, holding her soft blonde/grey hair at her neck and pulling her head back with my left hand, holding her right foot with my other hand, and pounding the living daylights out of her. We were both beside ourselves with lust and Peg cried out loud as I told her what a filthy whore she was being fucked so hard in that position.

We both gazed at our reflection in the mirrors, our arousal at its peek at the sight and sound of us fucking like animals. Peg was so much louder than I'd heard her before, begging for my cum and telling me what a dirty fucker I was, "oh fuck ... oh you bastard, fill me with cum ... I want your filthy cum in my cunt".

Knowing I was about to erupt I looked down for one final time at her cunt stretched wetly around my cock. Fuck what a sight, she was so creamy with her own release and white flecks of it were dripping onto the duvet and making a mess. Jesus, the noise of her pussy squelching with my strokes was such a massive turn-on. I looked down at her tattoo and realized how far she'd traveled in just a few months. "Peg, I'm going to cum, oh Christ!"

"Yes, yes, yes ... oh honey, cum inside me ... make a mess in my cunt,"

That did it, her filthy language triggered my climax and I thrust into her, balls deep, feeling the warm release burble into her depths.

There probably wasn't much semen but the feeling was no less intense for me. She gasped that she felt it filling her insides, before collapsing under her own final orgasm. The bed was such a mess and we fell into a heap. Thankfully neither of us was completely spent, just very happy and satisfied. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide apart and hid her face with her arms, groaning loudly. I urged her to lift her bum off the bed to allow me to slip a pillow underneath her, then got myself into position between her legs to start examining and eating her raised pussy.

I checked she was warm and comfy and we spent the rest of the afternoon like that, or variations of it, and I introduced Peggy to my version of prolonged cunnilingus. She participated enthusiastically, loving how I enjoyed eating my cum out of her pussy and sharing it with her in a couple more snowballs. By the time we finished, her pussy was squeaky clean and her clit was a bit tender and we were both totally shattered. We cuddled up together under the duvet and fell asleep for an hour. We woke slowly, snuggled close and had a long chat about ourselves. She told me again how much her eyes have been opened towards sex, how she can't believe this has happened to her at 60, and how she has surprised herself at being able to deal with it and not feel guilty with her hubby. She said she never imagined using such filthy language during sex, nor be ready to be submissive, but finds it such a turn-on. I told her that in my experience as we get older, we lose some of our inhibitions, and maybe it's all to do with the freedom of an empty nest, the absence of pregnancy risk, and the lack of dependent children. That's how my wife and I see it.

Peg said that whatever the changes were due to, she intended to make the most of her newfound sexual confidence, provided I was with her to hold her hand. She reassured me again that she doesn't want any sort of affair, that she still loves her hubby and the companionship he provides, but that she just wants fulfilling sex, something he's no longer interested in. I'm very relieved that Peggy and I seem to be of a similar mind; we both have a big appetite for sex and find we can compartmentalize our lives to allow us to explore the pleasures.

As we said our goodbyes, Peggy held me close and urged me again to write the next chapter in our story for Literotica. Then she blushed, snuggled into me and said, "and I want you to include something else in your story,"

"mmmmmm" I gently planted little soft kisses on her eyelids, "tell me darling what you'd like me to write,"

Peg looked up at me, blushed even deeper and murmured in my ear, "I want you to tell the readers something you'd like us to share and enjoy together based on those filthy movie clips you showed me."

I groaned into her ear, "Oh baby, shouldn't we discuss it first ..."

She cut me off, "no ... no, I've thought about it ... it would be such a turn-on to read it once it's been published, and anyway I trust your judgment completely," she kissed me and hugged me tightly.

We cherished our last hug and I left. Fucking hell, I hadn't seen that one coming. I emailed her a couple of days later and asked if she was sure, and that I was happy to bounce some ideas off her first. I fully expected her to have got cold feet and that she'd ask me to scrap the idea or at least share some thoughts with her before publication.

"No," she replied, "go for it, tell me when it's published, I can't wait."

So, here goes, this is what I'd like to do ...

Over the past few years I've played with couples, I've enjoyed 3-somes, 4-somes, gangbangs and explored my bisexuality. But what I've long wanted to do is visit a swingers club. Not just any old club, but a well-appointed place frequented by nice couples and selected singles who are open-minded and not cliquey. I don't want to go on my own, I'd like to take a responsive and playful lady with me, where we could play in whatever way takes our fancy with likeminded people.

If you're reading this Peggy my darling and you haven't fallen off your chair already, would you like to be that responsive and playful lady? I've done my homework and spoken to some people who I've played with in the past and who have been to a rather special club near Birmingham. I trust their judgment and they recommend it highly as a lovely club for first-timers. It's a safe environment, lives up to its expectations and receives more good reviews that any other club in the UK. Oh, and one more thing ... I'd like us to attend one of their 'Bi-nights'.

Before you decide how to answer, I recommend we invite a bi-couple I know and have played with several times, to spend a naughty daytime with us so you can get your feet wet (sorry, pun intended) in your own environment. Then you'll be better prepared when we visit the club.

Darling, you know I'll look after you and hold your hand, but if this is too much, please say. You know me well enough that I shan't be offended.

Peg, once I hit the 'submit' button and this goes to Literotica I can't stop it. I know you're looking out for it, please message me once you've read and digested it. I shall be waiting with bated breath my sweet. In the meantime, this is what happened when I got home, just so you know that I'm completely committed to my lovely wife - I know you worry about that, but there's really no need.

T xxx

Later that Friday:

When I got home on Friday afternoon from Peggy's I was still pretty wired for sex. Don't ask me how, I gave up trying to analyze my sexual response ages ago, it makes no sense given how Peggy had drained me that day. Going off for extra-curricular sex always affects me that way and I return to the fold very needy, emotionally and physically. It's most likely a guilt thing.

On Friday evening my wife and I were sat in front of the television, bathed and in our robes, cuddling on the sofa and watching a rom-com movie. My wife loves them and they put her in a wonderfully relaxed and loving frame of mind. I know from experience that it invariably results in us both getting very horny and, true to form, as we got into the movie she snuggled into me and slid a hand into my robe to play with my hardening cock. As we started making out she whispered to me that she wanted me to take a little yellow tablet as she calls them, ie, Cialis. That's her way of saying that she wants a weekend of sex. I'd already taken one that morning in readiness for Peggy so didn't need anymore, but of course I slipped away and pretended to take a tab.

Somehow we managed to see the movie through to the end; she later teased me in bed that she'd wanted us to go to bed ages before it ended but that I'd insisted on seeing it through. She enjoys teasing me, especially where sex is concerned, and when we finally went to bed she told me that I'd deprived her and needed to make amends. It was 1am, I'd expected her to go straight to sleep after a tiring week but she wrapped her limbs around me, snuggled up and groaned in my ear, "oh fuck, sort me out please".

It's unusual for us to have sex late at night, we're normally too tired but little did I know what a precursor it was to be for the whole weekend. We exhausted ourselves with urgent but very intimate lovemaking, no foreplay, we were both so needy, and fell asleep in each other's arms after climaxing together.

Early on Saturday I woke with a wonderfully hard penis - Cialis gives me an incredible morning erection the day after I've taken a tab. I was stroking it, imagining what we'd do with it, feeling a lovely warm sense of anticipation when my wife stirred next to me, reached out a hand behind her and groaned when she felt my hardness. She rolled onto her back and gently pulled me onto her, reaching down and guiding me into her. She was so warm and sleepy and clearly in need of cock. I love it so much when she takes the initiative, and she's doing that much more these days.

She was sopping wet and again, with no foreplay, she guided me into her lovely warm messy pussy. I love feeling her 'sort herself out' as I call it - she basically peels her labia apart so they don't get pulled in by my erection. She sometimes (as on this occasion) leaves her fingers down there, as she likes to feel me enter her, using her fingertips as additional touch sensors. I entered her ever so slowly, teasing her entrance with short strokes, avoiding the deep penetration I knew she wanted. She looked at me with mischief written over her face, "I'm in charge," she said.

Oh fuck, it's a game we've recently started playing, teasing each other and deliberately passing control of our fucking between ourselves. I never refuse when she wants to take charge; I've waited all my marriage for her to take more of a lead in sex and I'm so pleased she now has the desire, the confidence and the imagination to do it. It's completely transformed our sex-life over the past year, and particularly since Christmas.

She gently grasped my penis and drew me out of her slowly, then proceeded to use it like a wand, rubbing my helmet over her clit and up and down the length of her entrance. I can't find the words to describe the experience, it drives us both potty with desire. It gets her juices flowing copiously, it's like a valve opens inside her. She's very adept at it too, keeping my foreskin peeled back because she knows what that does to me, my exposed mushroom head being wiped to and fro along her silky soft labia. She looked intently at me, her pupils wide open, her face flushed and lips slightly parted, emitting soft groans. "I'll decide when you go deep", she said breathlessly, just about managing to retain control.

She teased me further and allowed me to enter her a couple of inches before putting her hands on my tummy to halt further penetration. Then she used her pelvic muscles to squeeze my glans ... god almighty ... I think she must have been practicing because I can't remember such fine control. She was really spinning this out, deliberately building us both up to a really hard primal fuck.

I had barely half of my length inside her, and she was squeezing me softly and rhythmically with her vagina. She has perfected the technique over the past month and the sensations it gives us both are utterly mind-blowing. For me it feels as if she has a soft, wet elastic ring that flicks back and forward over the rim of my helmet. If I keep my penis in position and don't move, we can both feel, even hear, the soft 'click' as her muscle ring flicks over my ridge and massages my glans. When she senses I need to move, she squeezes a bit tighter and maintains the squeeze while I move my penis in and out by a tiny amount; it's enough for my foreskin to flip back and forward over the glans and it feels gorgeous. For her, she tells me she can feel the shape of my penis head inside her and loves the effect her 'milking' has on me. She drove me insane doing it early that Saturday morning, then she delivered her final little shot of pleasure, reaching up to pinch my nipples and rolling them both between her fingers. I was desperate to enter her deep and after a few minutes of nipple play she granted me total entry, relaxed her muscles and begged me to fuck her hard.

Oh sweet Jesus, we were both possessed with lust, I gave her such a pounding. We both love deep penetration and I could feel the sloppy residue of the previous load I'd left inside her a few hours earlier. When I told her that she went crazy and climaxed. We held onto each other for dear life and fucked ourselves senseless. God knows what the neighbors must have heard, but we were past caring. My wife climaxed several times while I somehow maintained a relentless assault on her, our bodies slapping loudly together as we coupled like animals. Sensing I was starting to tire, she cried out for me to fill her with cum. When she says that it's like flicking a switch inside me and I unload almost instantly, splattering the walls of her vagina with warm sticky semen.

We lay joined together, exhausted, amazed at the sheer intensity of what had just happened. I slowly came to, got myself together and somehow made it downstairs to make a cuppa for us both. We sat in bed drinking coffee and eating chocolate - at my wife's urging we now keep a bag of chocolate buttons in her bedside cabinet for post-coital energy. We snuggled and talked about sex, both of us amazed but happy we've got so into it at this time in our lives. I told I fancy her more than ever, that as she gets older I find I'm even more turned on by her body, and especially by her increased libido. She reminded me it's been almost 6 weeks since she had a period and that we should make hay while the sun shines, before she gets struck down again, given how unpredictable her cycle is during her menopause.

Revived by the coffee and chocolate we started making out again, and she soon urged me down below to eat her out and clean up her very messy pussy. My cum was running out of her and making a small puddle on the sheet. She got up on her elbows and watched me scoop more cum out of her and feed it to myself. I heard her murmur to herself "so horny, so fucking dirty" before lying back to groan loudly and press my head into her crotch. Our combined fluids tasted gorgeous and I loved hearing her excitement build. She got noisier and her hips started to buck wildly as she entered her orgasmic state. She had a succession of little tremors before she simply had to give in to the most intense climax, the really huge, noisy, violent one, and it wiped her out. I wrapped us up in the duvet and in minutes we were sound asleep.