u/daddyybodyy

You've been staring at your phone for the last ten minutes, reading Carley's text again. *Training conference upstate. Three days. Left this morning. Sorry for the short notice.*

Three days alone. You set the phone down on the kitchen counter and open the fridge, pulling out a beer even though it's only four in the afternoon. The house feels too quiet. Too empty. You've grown accustomed to the silence between you and Carley—the way she moves through rooms without really seeing you anymore, the way she falls asleep scrolling through her phone instead of turning toward you in bed.

The knock at the door surprises you.

You open it to find Hannah standing on your porch, holding a bottle of wine and wearing that smile—the one that makes her hazel eyes crinkle at the corners. She's wearing a t-shirt and jeans that hug her and show off her glorious bubble butt.

"Hey," she says, slightly breathless. "I heard you were leaving town. I thought Carley might need some company."

You blink. "I'm not—Carley's the one who left. Training thing."

Hannah's expression shifts. A pause. Then she laughs, a genuine sound that fills the doorway. "Oh my God. I completely misunderstood Dan. He said 'Adam's going out of town,' and I just... wow. That's embarrassing."

But she doesn't leave.

"Well, I'm here now," she says, holding up the wine. "And you look like you could use a friend."

You step aside.

---

Two hours later, you're both on the couch. The box of wine is half-empty, and Hannah has kicked off her shoes, tucking her legs beneath her, leaning forward showing off her perky breasts. You've moved from small talk to real conversation somewhere between the multiple glasses—the kind of talk that happens when you're not supposed to be having it, when the alcohol loosens the careful boundaries you've both maintained.

"Dan doesn't really... I don't know how to say this," Hannah says, turning to face you fully. The late afternoon light catches in her dark hair. "He's not interested in me anymore. Not like that. And we've been talking about having another baby, but..." She trails off, taking another sip.

You know what she's not saying. You've seen the photos of Carley and your daughter at the park, the way people stop to comment on how beautiful your daughter is. You've watched Hannah's jaw tighten when she sees those pictures on social media.

"Hannah—"

"I know how this sounds." Her voice is quieter now, more vulnerable. "But I've been thinking about it for months. About what it would mean to have a child who was... who came from someone who is actually attractive. Someone who would give me a beautiful baby." She turns to you, and there's something raw in her eyes. "Someone like you."

Your chest tightens. You should say no. You should tell her this is crazy, that she's had too much wine, that this crosses every line that exists between the four of you. But instead, you find yourself reaching out, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"You deserve better than Dan," you say quietly. "You always have."

Hannah's breath catches. "Is that a yes?"

You don't answer with words.

---

You take her hand and lead her upstairs to the guest room—not the master bedroom, some part of you still clinging to that boundary even as you cross so many others. The room is cool and dim, the afternoon light filtered through the curtains.

When you kiss her, it's tender at first. A question. An answer. Her hands find their way under your shirt, and you feel the warmth of her palms against your chest. You've imagined this more times than you want to admit, but the reality of it—the softness of her skin, the way she sighs your name—exceeds every fantasy.

You undress slowly, giving her time to change her mind, but she doesn't. Instead, she pulls you closer, her fingers tracing the muscles of your shoulders, your back. Your thick cock pressing against her tight jeans.

You reach around her and smack then grab that perfectly toned ass that you have fantasized about countless time. She lets out a moan of enjoyment. Her ass is firm with just the right amount of softness.

You continue the kissing and pull her shirt over her head. To your surprise she is not wearing a bra. Her perky c-cup breasts look amazing. Her nipples small but hard. They fit perfect in the palm of your hand.

Your hands wander around her body. Gently glazing her sides and back. Finally making their way to her skin tight jeans. You struggle to peel them off. You kneel to assist her with taking them off.

You smell her sweet must. You look up and notice her red panties have a prominent wet spot. While standing back up you kiss your way back up her body. This drives her wild. Her nipples protruding even father, her skin prickly from the goosebumps.

She pulls you close again. Her moist panties now resting against your cock. You can feel the heat radiating from her mound.

You shove her back on the bed. She’s laying there breathing heaving, her knees up with her legs spread. You crawl up her on your hands and knees like a tiger about to attack its prey.

You start by kissing and sucking on her neck. “Please don’t leave any hickeys.” she moans. Your kissing travel down and land you at her perky tits. You massage them gently with your hands. Nibbling and flicking your tongue on her protruding nipples.

Your kissing continue south. Kissing along her toned stomach, she twitches with each kiss. You are now right above the source of that sweet must you smelt earlier. You pull off her soaked panties.

Her pussy is smooth, shaven, and beautiful. She has an innie and her plump lips are glistening in the light. This makes your mouth water.

She pushes your head down eager for you to taste her. She tastes wonderful. Her juices coating your tongue.

You move slow to build anticipation. Your tongue grazing her plump lips. “Adam, that feels amazzzing, please don’t stop.” She says in a seductive voice.

Your tongue now splitting her puffy lips, digging deep to find her hidden swollen clit. You create a suction with your lips, pulling her clit up. While keeping the suction applied you twirl your tongue and keep moving your jaw up and down, rubbing your bottom lip beneath her throbbing clit. This pushes her beyond an orgasm.

She starts shaking frantically, bucking up and down, her orgasm has taken control of her. She screams your name and lets out multiple moans that the neighborhood could hear.

She is now lying there with her juices oozing out of her. You take one more lick, she twitches due to her pussy being super sensitive.

She pushes you away and tells you stand up. She leans up, puts her long hair into a ponytail and lays on her stomach. You can’t help but to admire how toned her back is while she is laying there. Her ass looking like two perfectly shaped globes.

She positions herself to be eye level with your member. Your cock is standing straight out dripping pre cum from all the excitement. She opens her mouth and you enter your cock into her welcoming mouth.

It feels magical. Her warm, wet tongue working its way around your stiff cock. She’s giving you the blowjob you’ve always dreamed of. It was like what you’d see in a porno. She’s quickly bobbing, while stroking you at the same time.

Her saliva dripping down onto the floor. With one hand she grabs around your leg and pushes you deeper. You run your fingers through her soft hair and grab the back of her head. Pushing her farther down your cock. To your surprise she doesn’t gag.

You are now thrusting fast. Shoving your cock deeper with each pump. The feeling of her tight throat is godly. You are now face fucking her. Drool stringing out around her mouth.

She pulls your cock out and slowly and licks from your balls up your shaft. Now she is just focusing on your massive tip. Letting her lips wrap around it. Her suction is on point, sucking out any and all pre cum that has been produced.

Your cock now engorged and throbbing.

You gently places your hand under her chin guiding her to lay back. She is now on her back, legs spread looking inviting. You positions yourself over her.

She reaches down and guides your saliva soaked, thick, throbbing cock into her begging hole.

As soon as you enter she squirms. Her pussy gripping so hard you struggles to push deeper. Thankfully it is so wet allowing you to push deeper.

"Look at me," you whisper, and she does. Her hazel eyes look hungry—she needs more. You push your cock in deeper, exactly what she's asking for.

You move together slowly, deliberately. You're not trying to rush toward climax. You're savoring this moment, this connection, this choice you're both making. Her hands grip your shoulders, and she whispers your name like a prayer, like a promise.

You grab below her legs and pulls them up over your shoulders. You press your cock deep, bottoming out inside her. Speeding up your pounding in the process.

You feel her body tense, she is cumming again. Her pussy convulsing around your big dick. She pulls her legs down off your shoulders. You let her lay there to regain herself.

Once she returns from her orgasmic trip you grab her legs to throw them over your shoulders again. You want to plant your seed deep inside her.

You continue pounding her tight, grippy pussy. Sloppy smacking noises fill the bedroom. You’re driving your cock deep with each push. Within seconds her third orgasm sets in.

Her pussy is gripping and throbbing even harder now. Sopping wet, convulsing, and feels amazing. You cannot hold back any longer.

Your big, swollen cock explodes. Shooting your seed deep down in her. Rope after rope shooting deep in her womb. You keep thrusting making sure she is filled.

When you finally finish, you stay inside her, holding her close, your forehead resting against hers. Her breathing slows. Her hands soften their grip.

You lean up slowly sliding your deflating cock out of her. Her pussy overflowing with your warm cum. Leaking down her ass and dripping all over the bed.

"Thank you," she whispers.

You don't respond. You can't. You're already thinking about what comes next—the complexity of it, the consequences, the way this moment will ripple outward and change everything.

---

Later, as the sun sets and the room fills with shadow, you lie beside her. Hannah is quiet, her head on your chest, your arm around her. You can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing.

"When will you know?" you ask.

"A couple weeks. Maybe three." She traces a pattern on your chest with her fingertip. "Dan's been traveling for work. He won't be back for another week. I'll have time to... figure things out."

You nod, though you're not sure what "figuring things out" means. Telling Dan the truth? Lying? Pretending this never happened?

"I should go," Hannah says eventually, though she doesn't move. "Before it gets too late."

But she stays another hour, talking about everything and nothing. About how she's always felt invisible to Dan, how she saw something different in you—presence, attention, genuine interest. About the fear and the hope tangled together in her chest.

When she finally leaves, it's nearly nine o'clock. You walk her to the door, and she kisses you once more, soft and lingering.

"I meant what I said," she tells you. "About wanting you to be the father. Not just tonight. I want this. I want..." She struggles for the words. "I want a piece of you in my life. In my child's life."

You nod, unable to speak.

After she leaves, you stand in the quiet house, your phone buzzing with a text from Carley: *Made it safely. See you Friday.*

You don't respond. Instead, you go to the kitchen and pour yourself a whiskey. You sit at the table where you and Hannah drank wine just hours ago, and you think about the choice you've made. The consequences. The way your life just irrevocably shifted.

Three days. That's how long you have before Carley comes home. Three days to figure out who you are now. Whether you're going to tell her. Whether you're going to see Hannah again.

You finish your drink and head to the master bedroom—the bed you share with your wife, the bed where passion died somewhere between your daughter's birth and now. You lie in the dark, alone, and wait for sleep that doesn't come.

The door chimed as Susan pushed through the glass doors of Kevin’s Automotive Center, her keys dangling from one weathered hand. Adam looked up from his desk, his green eyes brightening with genuine warmth. He'd always appreciated Susan—she was a regular, always polite, never demanding. There was something about her presence that made him feel less like he was just selling services and more like he was actually helping someone.

"Hey, Susan! What brings you in today?" He stood, flashing that smile that had charmed countless customers over the years.

"That knocking noise in the front again," she said, setting her keys on the counter. "It's gotten worse. I'm worried it's something serious."

Adam's expression shifted to professional concern. "Let's get you into a bay and take a listen."

Twenty minutes later, he returned with their diagnosis. "Sounds like it’s coming from the passenger front. Could be a bad strut mount or a sway bar link. We'll need to keep it for an hour or so to check it out."

Susan's shoulders sagged. "I was hoping to run errands today."

"Tell you what," Adam said, the words tumbling out before he'd fully considered them. "I can drive you home. Then I'll bring the van back once we've finished the diagnostic."

Relief washed across her face. "Really? You'd do that?"

"Of course. No problem at all."

The ride to her house was quiet but not uncomfortable. Adam asked about her day, her family, whether she'd lived in the neighborhood long. He had a way of listening that made her feel like her answers mattered.

Susan caught herself noticing things—the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, the small scar above his left eyebrow, the casual confidence in his posture, and also the huge bulge growing in his shorts. That made her have a tingle inside her that she hasn’t felt in over 25 years.

She'd worn her good yoga pants that morning, the navy ones that lift her butt, paired with a soft cream tight shirt. It was silly, really—she'd only been dropping off a van. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she'd known she might see Adam.

Adam definitely noticed what she was wearing. Usually she just wore loose clothing, never showing her beautiful curves.

That made Adam’s mind wander which lead to his cock stirring and creating a bulge against his slacks.

When they pulled into her driveway, Susan turned to him. "Thank you, Adam. You're a lifesaver!"

"My pleasure. I'll have the van back to you this afternoon."

He watched her walk toward her front door, and something caught his eye—the way her yoga pants hugged her curves as she moved. He blinked, surprised at himself. Susan was sixty seven, a grandmother probably. But there was something undeniably attractive about her confidence, the way she carried herself.

Adam felt a familiar warmth spread through him, that stirring of desire he'd felt countless times before, usually with women his own age or younger. But this was different somehow. More genuine.

He shook his head, dismissing the thought as unprofessional, and drove back to the shop. He sat at his desk and could not get her out of his mind. Her short curly grey hair, her beautiful green eyes behind those glasses, and that soul melting smile.

The diagnostics took longer than expected. By the time they'd identified the passenger front strut was faulty it was closing time. Adam discussed repair options with Susan over the phone. Adam volunteered to drive the van back himself, eager to see her again, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone.

He pulled into her driveway just as the sun was painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Susan came out to meet him, she was wearing those same yoga pants—fitted, flattering, the kind that made it impossible not to notice her ass. She changed into a tank top that suggested she'd been comfortable at home.

"Not as bad as expected!" she stated, taking the keys from his hand.

Their fingers brushed briefly, and Adam felt that stirring again, stronger this time.

"Could have definitely been worse." He paused. "Do you need help with anything while I'm here? Moving something heavy, fixing something around the house?"

Susan's eyes met his, and in that moment, Adam saw something shift in her expression. Recognition. Understanding. A mirror of his own unexpected attraction.

"Actually," she said slowly, "there is something. Come inside?"

Adam followed her through the front door into a home that smelled of lavender and old memories. The living room was decorated with photographs—Susan and an older man, presumably her late husband, at various stages of their lives together. There was a sweetness to the space, a loneliness too.

"The garage door opener," Susan said, leading him through the kitchen. "It's been sticking. I'm afraid to force it."

The garage was neat and organized, the door opener mounted on the ceiling. Adam grabbed a folding chair to reach it. He examined it, finding the issue quickly—a simple misalignment of the track. As he worked, Susan stood nearby, watching him with an intensity that made his skin prickle with awareness.

"There," he said finally, testing the door. It opened and closed smoothly. "All fixed."

When he turned around on the chair, Susan was closer than he'd realized. Close enough that her face was almost level to his bulging slacks. He could see her big beautiful breast ready to bust out of that top.

"You know what I really need help with?" she asked, her voice softer now, carrying a weight of meaning.

Adam's heart hammered in his chest as he climbed down from the chair. He understood what she was asking. More than that, he realized he wanted to say yes.

"Susan..." he began.

"I'm sixty seven years old," she interrupted. "I'm a widow. I've been alone for ten years, and I'm tired of being invisible. I see the way you look at me, Adam. I see it."

He didn't deny it. Couldn't. "I think you're beautiful."

"Then stop thinking," she said. "Do something about it."

What followed was the frantic, urgent passion of younger lovers. Adam didn’t take his time, kissing her like they were both teenagers. They moved to her bedroom, touching each other along the way.

She peels off her tight navy yoga pants. You notice she is not wearing “granny panties” that you would have expected. Instead she had on a light grey cotton thong. Revealing the wet spot from her moistened pussy.

She pulls her top over her head. Letting her mature breasts fall. They are more perky than you imagined. Her nipples hard enough to cut glass.

She was confident in her own skin, unashamed of her age or her body.

Adam is just standing there in awe. Exploring her body with his eyes. Absolutely in shock with how good she looks for her age.

She approaches Adam to start peeling off his clothes. Starting with his work polo. As soon as she takes his shirt off she runs her fingers and nails down his muscular dad bod. Working her way down to his belt.

She makes him lay on the bed to take his slacks off. She struggles to pull his boxers off over his massive erection. His dick springs out once she moves the waistband past, almost smacking her nose along the way.

She hops on top of Adam. He feels her moisture rest on top of his throbbing cock. That drives Adam wild. He immediately pulls her face close to kiss those beautiful lips.

While kissing he is gently running his fingertips up and down the sides of her body. Stopping at her pantie line and working his way back up near her armpit. This is driving her wild. She starts squirming and that rubs her swollen clit against his thick cock.

Adam can’t take it anymore, he needs to taste her.

He grabs around her back and rolls both of them to where she is on her back. He draws away from her lips and starts kissing and nibbling around her ear. Then slowly starts kissing down her neck.

She is already about to cum and he isn’t done yet.

He continues his light kisses down and is now face to face with her perky mature tits. He gives them extra love. Licking and sucking on her engorged nipples.

He moves his way down with his kisses. Kissing her stomach, sides, and hips, and stops right above her panties.

Adam leans up to peel her panties off. She is absolutely soaked. That light grey thong is now dark grey and there isn’t a dry spot on them. The maroon sheets also show signs of her pussy juices leaking down.

He is stunned how turned on she is. It makes sense though. She probably hasn’t had sex in over 20 years, and he is using all of his moves.

She lifts her ass so Adam can slide the panties off. A string of grool pulls with the panties. This reveals her beautiful glistening slit. To Adam’s surprise it is completely shaven and smooth.

Adam starts slow. Gently kissing and breathing over her protruding clit.

Susan appears to be possessed. She is squealing, shaking, moving all over the place.

He then starts exploring with his tongue. Digging his tongue deep into her wet hole. She tastes delicious. He then slowly drags his tongue up her folds back to her aching clit.

Within 15 seconds of sucking and circling his tongue on her clit she erupts. “A-A-Adammm!” she screams. She tenses up, closes her legs crushing Adam’s head between them. Adam continues, flicking his tongue quickly.

She cums again. “O-O-OHHHH, ADAM!” Her back and ass come off the bed shoving him up and out from between her legs. Her body twitching every other second.

She gazes down at him after she regains herself. “I’ve never came that hard” she whimpered, trying to catch her breath.

Adam slides his way up the side of her body. Cuddling her, with his cock resting on her leg. Gently rubbing his fingers on her side.

She pushes against his shoulder and rolls him on his back and places her head above his twitching cock that is soaked with his pre cum.

Susan smiles up at him and slowly starts lowering her head with her tongue out. It makes contact with his cum covered swollen tip. Lapping up all the pre cum oozing out of him. Every time she pulls away he can see his cum stringing from her tongue.

She shoves her mouth down and wraps her beautiful lips around his veiny shaft. She takes all of his 7” thick dick, making it completely disappear. She pops back up gagging. Saliva leaking out of her mouth dripping down.

Susan picks up her speed, bobbing up and down. Working her soft tongue around the bottom side of his dick. Every now and then coming up for air and circling her tongue around his tip.

Adam is about to explode. She can sense this. She shoves his dick in the back of her throat and that sends him over the edge. “I’m cuuummminggg” Adam murmurs.

That he did. Shooting a massive load right down her throat. She struggles to keep it together. Rope after rope shooting out of his pulsing cock. She continues to suck until he is completely drained.

Adam is squirming and trying to push her away from his sensitive dick. He finally pushes her head away letting his dick flop onto his stomach. His cock completely drenched with cum and saliva.

Susan looks up at him with a dirty smile. “That was my first blowjob, how did I do?” She whispered seductively. “Your first? That was phenomenal, top tier!” Adam says between each breath. “My late husband said only whores suck dick.” says Susan. “I guess that makes you my whore” he says with a wink. “I was hoping you were going to say that” she says as she is biting her bottom lip.

“That was wonderful.” Susan said pleased. “We’re not done yet!” Adam said with a smirk. She looks down and sees his hard dick standing full mass.

Adam stands up and guides Susan to her knees on the edge of the bed. He smacks her ass. \*WACK\* She lets out a sexy squeal.

Adam licks his middle and ring finger. Squeezing her 2 plump pussy lips together with his moistened fingers swiping up and down. She starts bucking to the movement. He then positions his middle finger between her soaked lips and starts massaging her clit.

She cums again. Falling to the bed convulsing. Adam grabs her hips and pulls her back up, her sopping wet pussy pushes against his bulging head.

Adam pulls her back more and he slips in. His head engulfed in the soft warmth of her pussy. As he pushes deeper he can feel each ripple of her insides.

She feels wonderful! She is so wet he can feel her juices dripping off the bottom of his balls. Her grool pooling up on the top of his thick shaft.

Each thrust Adam pushes deeper. Eventually letting his balls slap her sloppy pussy. “Fuck Adam, you are going to split me open” Susan says, barely able to speak.

Adam says nothing and keeps pushing deeper and picking up his pace. Susan can’t hold her 4th orgasm back any longer. “Adam! Adam! Adam! Ohhhh! Myyyyyyy! Goddddddd!” Susan screams between each thrust.

Her pussy squeazing and pulsing around his thick cock. That feeling pushed Adam over the edge.

“Susan you feel sooo gooooood” Adam say while his cum is blasting inside her sloppy pussy. Her pussy is overflowing with his load.

He falls on top of her out of exhaustion. She rolls out from beneath him. Cum leaking out of her dripping on the bed. Susan leans in and gives him the biggest kiss and rests her head on his chest with exhaustion. His fingers tracing lazy circles on her shoulder.

Adam, for the first time in his life, felt like he made love rather than simply having sex.

"I shouldn't have come on so strong," Susan said quietly.

"I'm glad you did," Adam replied. "I was too nervous to make the first move."

She lifted her head to look at him. "Why? You could have any woman you want."

Adam considered the question. "Because you're not just any woman. You're real. You're honest. And you see me—the actual me, not just the guy with the smile and the easy charm."

Susan settled back against him. "What happens now?"

"I don't know," Adam admitted. "But I'd like to find out. If you would."

The door chimed as Susan pushed through the glass doors of Kevin’s Automotive Center, her keys dangling from one weathered hand. Adam looked up from his desk, his green eyes brightening with genuine warmth. He'd always appreciated Susan—she was a regular, always polite, never demanding. There was something about her presence that made him feel less like he was just selling services and more like he was actually helping someone.

"Hey, Susan! What brings you in today?" He stood, flashing that smile that had charmed countless customers over the years.

"That knocking noise in the front again," she said, setting her keys on the counter. "It's gotten worse. I'm worried it's something serious."

Adam's expression shifted to professional concern. "Let's get you into a bay and take a listen."

Twenty minutes later, he returned with their diagnosis. "Sounds like it’s coming from the passenger front. Could be a bad strut mount or a sway bar link. We'll need to keep it for an hour or so to check it out."

Susan's shoulders sagged. "I was hoping to run errands today."

"Tell you what," Adam said, the words tumbling out before he'd fully considered them. "I can drive you home. Then I'll bring the van back once we've finished the diagnostic."

Relief washed across her face. "Really? You'd do that?"

"Of course. No problem at all."

The ride to her house was quiet but not uncomfortable. Adam asked about her day, her family, whether she'd lived in the neighborhood long. He had a way of listening that made her feel like her answers mattered.

Susan caught herself noticing things—the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, the small scar above his left eyebrow, the casual confidence in his posture, and also the huge bulge growing in his shorts. That made her have a tingle inside her that she hasn’t felt in over 25 years.

She'd worn her good yoga pants that morning, the navy ones that lift her butt, paired with a soft cream tight shirt. It was silly, really—she'd only been dropping off a van. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she'd known she might see Adam.

Adam definitely noticed what she was wearing. Usually she just wore loose clothing, never showing her beautiful curves.

That made Adam’s mind wander which lead to his cock stirring and creating a bulge against his slacks.

When they pulled into her driveway, Susan turned to him. "Thank you, Adam. You're a lifesaver!"

"My pleasure. I'll have the van back to you this afternoon."

He watched her walk toward her front door, and something caught his eye—the way her yoga pants hugged her curves as she moved. He blinked, surprised at himself. Susan was sixty seven, a grandmother probably. But there was something undeniably attractive about her confidence, the way she carried herself.

Adam felt a familiar warmth spread through him, that stirring of desire he'd felt countless times before, usually with women his own age or younger. But this was different somehow. More genuine.

He shook his head, dismissing the thought as unprofessional, and drove back to the shop. He sat at his desk and could not get her out of his mind. Her short curly grey hair, her beautiful green eyes behind those glasses, and that soul melting smile.

The diagnostics took longer than expected. By the time they'd identified the passenger front strut was faulty it was closing time. Adam discussed repair options with Susan over the phone. Adam volunteered to drive the van back himself, eager to see her again, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone.

He pulled into her driveway just as the sun was painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Susan came out to meet him, she was wearing those same yoga pants—fitted, flattering, the kind that made it impossible not to notice her ass. She changed into a tank top that suggested she'd been comfortable at home.

"Not as bad as expected!" she stated, taking the keys from his hand.

Their fingers brushed briefly, and Adam felt that stirring again, stronger this time.

"Could have definitely been worse." He paused. "Do you need help with anything while I'm here? Moving something heavy, fixing something around the house?"

Susan's eyes met his, and in that moment, Adam saw something shift in her expression. Recognition. Understanding. A mirror of his own unexpected attraction.

"Actually," she said slowly, "there is something. Come inside?"

Adam followed her through the front door into a home that smelled of lavender and old memories. The living room was decorated with photographs—Susan and an older man, presumably her late husband, at various stages of their lives together. There was a sweetness to the space, a loneliness too.

"The garage door opener," Susan said, leading him through the kitchen. "It's been sticking. I'm afraid to force it."

The garage was neat and organized, the door opener mounted on the ceiling. Adam grabbed a folding chair to reach it. He examined it, finding the issue quickly—a simple misalignment of the track. As he worked, Susan stood nearby, watching him with an intensity that made his skin prickle with awareness.

"There," he said finally, testing the door. It opened and closed smoothly. "All fixed."

When he turned around on the chair, Susan was closer than he'd realized. Close enough that her face was almost level to his bulging slacks. He could see her big beautiful breast ready to bust out of that top.

"You know what I really need help with?" she asked, her voice softer now, carrying a weight of meaning.

Adam's heart hammered in his chest as he climbed down from the chair. He understood what she was asking. More than that, he realized he wanted to say yes.

"Susan..." he began.

"I'm sixty seven years old," she interrupted. "I'm a widow. I've been alone for ten years, and I'm tired of being invisible. I see the way you look at me, Adam. I see it."

He didn't deny it. Couldn't. "I think you're beautiful."

"Then stop thinking," she said. "Do something about it."

What followed was the frantic, urgent passion of younger lovers. Adam didn’t take his time, kissing her like they were both teenagers. They moved to her bedroom, touching each other along the way.

She peels off her tight navy yoga pants. You notice she is not wearing “granny panties” that you would have expected. Instead she had on a light grey cotton thong. Revealing the wet spot from her moistened pussy.

She pulls her top over her head. Letting her mature breasts fall. They are more perky than you imagined. Her nipples hard enough to cut glass.

She was confident in her own skin, unashamed of her age or her body.

Adam is just standing there in awe. Exploring her body with his eyes. Absolutely in shock with how good she looks for her age.

She approaches Adam to start peeling off his clothes. Starting with his work polo. As soon as she takes his shirt off she runs her fingers and nails down his muscular dad bod. Working her way down to his belt.

She makes him lay on the bed to take his slacks off. She struggles to pull his boxers off over his massive erection. His dick springs out once she moves the waistband past, almost smacking her nose along the way.

She hops on top of Adam. He feels her moisture rest on top of his throbbing cock. That drives Adam wild. He immediately pulls her face close to kiss those beautiful lips.

While kissing he is gently running his fingertips up and down the sides of her body. Stopping at her pantie line and working his way back up near her armpit. This is driving her wild. She starts squirming and that rubs her swollen clit against his thick cock.

Adam can’t take it anymore, he needs to taste her.

He grabs around her back and rolls both of them to where she is on her back. He draws away from her lips and starts kissing and nibbling around her ear. Then slowly starts kissing down her neck.

She is already about to cum and he isn’t done yet.

He continues his light kisses down and is now face to face with her perky mature tits. He gives them extra love. Licking and sucking on her engorged nipples.

He moves his way down with his kisses. Kissing her stomach, sides, and hips, and stops right above her panties.

Adam leans up to peel her panties off. She is absolutely soaked. That light grey thong is now dark grey and there isn’t a dry spot on them. The maroon sheets also show signs of her pussy juices leaking down.

He is stunned how turned on she is. It makes sense though. She probably hasn’t had sex in over 20 years, and he is using all of his moves.

She lifts her ass so Adam can slide the panties off. A string of grool pulls with the panties. This reveals her beautiful glistening slit. To Adam’s surprise it is completely shaven and smooth.

Adam starts slow. Gently kissing and breathing over her protruding clit.

Susan appears to be possessed. She is squealing, shaking, moving all over the place.

He then starts exploring with his tongue. Digging his tongue deep into her wet hole. She tastes delicious. He then slowly drags his tongue up her folds back to her aching clit.

Within 15 seconds of sucking and circling his tongue on her clit she erupts. “A-A-Adammm!” she screams. She tenses up, closes her legs crushing Adam’s head between them. Adam continues, flicking his tongue quickly.

She cums again. “O-O-OHHHH, ADAM!” Her back and ass come off the bed shoving him up and out from between her legs. Her body twitching every other second.

She gazes down at him after she regains herself. “I’ve never came that hard” she whimpered, trying to catch her breath.

Adam slides his way up the side of her body. Cuddling her, with his cock resting on her leg. Gently rubbing his fingers on her side.

She pushes against his shoulder and rolls him on his back and places her head above his twitching cock that is soaked with his pre cum.

Susan smiles up at him and slowly starts lowering her head with her tongue out. It makes contact with his cum covered swollen tip. Lapping up all the pre cum oozing out of him. Every time she pulls away he can see his cum stringing from her tongue.

She shoves her mouth down and wraps her beautiful lips around his veiny shaft. She takes all of his 7” thick dick, making it completely disappear. She pops back up gagging. Saliva leaking out of her mouth dripping down.

Susan picks up her speed, bobbing up and down. Working her soft tongue around the bottom side of his dick. Every now and then coming up for air and circling her tongue around his tip.

Adam is about to explode. She can sense this. She shoves his dick in the back of her throat and that sends him over the edge. “I’m cuuummminggg” Adam murmurs.

That he did. Shooting a massive load right down her throat. She struggles to keep it together. Rope after rope shooting out of his pulsing cock. She continues to suck until he is completely drained.

Adam is squirming and trying to push her away from his sensitive dick. He finally pushes her head away letting his dick flop onto his stomach. His cock completely drenched with cum and saliva.

Susan looks up at him with a dirty smile. “That was my first blowjob, how did I do?” She whispered seductively. “Your first? That was phenomenal, top tier!” Adam says between each breath. “My late husband said only whores suck dick.” says Susan. “I guess that makes you my whore” he says with a wink. “I was hoping you were going to say that” she says as she is biting her bottom lip.

“That was wonderful.” Susan said pleased. “We’re not done yet!” Adam said with a smirk. She looks down and sees his hard dick standing full mass.

Adam stands up and guides Susan to her knees on the edge of the bed. He smacks her ass. *WACK* She lets out a sexy squeal.

Adam licks his middle and ring finger. Squeezing her 2 plump pussy lips together with his moistened fingers swiping up and down. She starts bucking to the movement. He then positions his middle finger between her soaked lips and starts massaging her clit.

She cums again. Falling to the bed convulsing. Adam grabs her hips and pulls her back up, her sopping wet pussy pushes against his bulging head.

Adam pulls her back more and he slips in. His head engulfed in the soft warmth of her pussy. As he pushes deeper he can feel each ripple of her insides.

She feels wonderful! She is so wet he can feel her juices dripping off the bottom of his balls. Her grool pooling up on the top of his thick shaft.

Each thrust Adam pushes deeper. Eventually letting his balls slap her sloppy pussy. “Fuck Adam, you are going to split me open” Susan says, barely able to speak.

Adam says nothing and keeps pushing deeper and picking up his pace. Susan can’t hold her 4th orgasm back any longer. “Adam! Adam! Adam! Ohhhh! Myyyyyyy! Goddddddd!” Susan screams between each thrust.

Her pussy squeazing and pulsing around his thick cock. That feeling pushed Adam over the edge.

“Susan you feel sooo gooooood” Adam say while his cum is blasting inside her sloppy pussy. Her pussy is overflowing with his load.

He falls on top of her out of exhaustion. She rolls out from beneath him. Cum leaking out of her dripping on the bed. Susan leans in and gives him the biggest kiss and rests her head on his chest with exhaustion. His fingers tracing lazy circles on her shoulder.

Adam, for the first time in his life, felt like he made love rather than simply having sex.

"I shouldn't have come on so strong," Susan said quietly.

"I'm glad you did," Adam replied. "I was too nervous to make the first move."

She lifted her head to look at him. "Why? You could have any woman you want."

Adam considered the question. "Because you're not just any woman. You're real. You're honest. And you see me—the actual me, not just the guy with the smile and the easy charm."

Susan settled back against him. "What happens now?"

"I don't know," Adam admitted. "But I'd like to find out. If you would."

You're gripping the steering wheel as the highway stretches ahead, your knuckles white with tension. The racetrack trip seemed like a good idea when Brian suggested it three weeks ago, but now that you're actually driving, you can't stop thinking about what may happen this weekend.

You glance in the rearview mirror.

Kara's there in the back seat, blonde hair catching the afternoon sun, and she's looking directly at you. When your eyes meet, she smiles—that slow, knowing smile that's been driving you crazy for months. She bites her lower lip, just slightly, before turning to look out the window.

Your hands tighten on the wheel.

John's asleep in the passenger seat beside you, his head tilted against the window. Brian's next to Kara in the back, scrolling through his phone, completely oblivious. He's always been oblivious. That's part of why you're here.

"How much longer?" Kara asks, her voice soft enough that only you can hear it over the road noise.

You meet her eyes again in the mirror. "About two hours."

She shifts in her seat, crossing her legs slowly. You notice. Of course you notice. You've been noticing everything about her for the past six months—the way she laughs at your jokes, how she finds reasons to stand close to you, the way her hand lingered on your arm last week when Brian wasn't looking.

"I'm excited," she says, still looking at you. "This is going to be a really good trip."

Brian grunts something in response, not looking up from his phone. He has no idea that his girlfriend—his girlfriend of eight years—is silently undressing you with her eyes while he sits inches away.

You shouldn't want this. You're married. Sarah's at home, probably working in the garden or reading on the porch. Sarah, who's been distant lately, who barely touches you anymore, who seems to have forgotten how to want you. But that's not Kara's fault. That's not why you're doing this.

Except it is. Part of it is.

The drive feels endless. Every time you glance in the mirror, Kara's watching you. Once, she lets her hand drop between the seats, and you see her fingers flex, as if she's imagining touching you. Your cock stirs in your jeans. You shift uncomfortably.

When you finally pull up to the Airbnb, it's late afternoon. The house is beautiful—a modern rental with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the valley. Three bedrooms. You'd arranged that specifically. The master suite for yourself, the two smaller rooms for Brian and Kara, and John.

As you all pile out of the car, Kara bends over to stretch. Just as she has done every rest stop along the way. You see her great round ass and red thong peak through the fabric of the tight yoga pants she is wearing. "Nice place," she whispers.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

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That evening, you all order pizza and settle into the living room to watch a movie. Brian sprawls on one end of the couch, Kara in the middle, you on the other end. John’s already dozing in an armchair. The movie plays—something forgettable—but you're hyperaware of every inch of space between you and Kara.

Halfway through, she shifts. Her shoulder touches yours. She doesn't move away.

Your heart hammers. You can smell her perfume—something you’d find at Bath and Bodywork’s. You want to turn to her, to finally do what you've both been dancing around for months. But Brian’s right there, his arm slung across her lap, his eyes on the screen.

She reaches over and grabs some popcorn from the bowl on your lap. Her hand brushes your thigh. Deliberate. Slow. When she reaches in you feel her touching the bottom of the bowl as if she is trying to reach through it.

You're going to lose your mind.

When the movie ends, Brian stretches and yawns. "I'm beat. You guys coming to bed?"

"In a bit," you say, your voice rough. "I might grab a drink."

"A drink does sound nice," Kara says quickly.

Brian doesn't even hesitate. "Cool. Don't stay up too late. We've got the races tomorrow." He kisses Kara on the top of her head—a casual, thoughtless gesture—and heads upstairs to their room.

John’s already asleep. The house is quiet.

You stand, and Kara follows you to the kitchen. The moment you're out of sight, she moves close. Not touching yet, but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from her body.

"This is crazy," you whisper.

"I know," she says. Her blue eyes are dark with want. "I don't care."

You reach out and touch her face. Your thumb traces her cheekbone. She leans into your hand like she's been waiting for this forever.

"Brian—"

"Doesn't deserve me," she finishes. "And you know it. Sarah doesn't deserve you either, not the way she treats you."

It's not entirely true, but you don't want to hear the truth right now. You want this. You've wanted this for so long. But you shouldn’t.

You stop her from going any further, you know it isn’t right. You explain that you need some time to think and that we should readdress the situation. She agrees and you both part ways and head to bed.

Once in bed you could not stop thinking about what almost happened. When thinking about it your cock starts to grow. You take off your shorts and boxers and start to stroke your dick thinking about how you should have fucked her.

Suddenly you hear the bedroom door creak open. You hurry and throw the white sheet over your throbbing cock. “Adam” you hear. It is Kara. “The other bathroom stinks, can I use yours” she says. “Absolutely, come in” you say.

As she is walking past the front of the bed to the bathroom you pull the sheet away and get a video of you holding your cock and as is going in. You hear the sink running and know she is about to come out, you hurry and cover yourself again. Who are you kidding though, this sheet is hiding nothing.

She then exits the bathroom and starts to leave the room. “Kara, come check out this video” you say to her. She then comes over to the side of your bed. You open your photos and show her the video of her walking to the bathroom with your cock out.

She says nothing and just stands there for seconds, which felt like hours. Then a large smirk comes across her face. “I knew it!” She yells quietly. Without saying another word she slowly reaches her hand towards your dick print in the sheet. As soon as she touched your cock it felt like electricity ran through your body.

“You’re massive “ she whispers as she is rubbing her hand up and down your sheet covered shaft.

You pull her on top of you. She straddles you as if she was about to ride a bull. Only sheets and her panties separating you from entering her soaking wet hole.

You kiss her.

Her lips are soft and eager, and she tastes like the wine she had with dinner. She makes a small sound in the back of her throat as she grinds on top of you, her hands finding their way under your shirt. Your cock is throbbing with excitement, straining against her entrance.

"Suck my cock Kara," you murmur against her mouth.

She nods and pulls back, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed. "I've been thinking about this forever," she whispers. She then slowly starts sliding her way down your body until her head is directly above the pre cum covered sheet that is draped over your aching cock.

Your breath catches as she uncovers your cock. As she does you can see the pre cum string from the sheet to your cock. Her eyes widen slightly—she knew you were big, but seeing it in person is different. She wraps her hand around your thick shaft, stroking slowly and licking the tip of your cock.

"Fuck, Kara."

She smiles up at you, that same knowing smile from the car, and takes you into her mouth.

It's incredible. Her lips are perfect, her technique better than anything you've experienced in years. She's enthusiastic, eager, taking you deeper with each stroke. You thread your fingers through her blonde hair, trying not to thrust too hard, trying to make this last.

Her saliva is dripping down all sides of your pulsing cock. She is sucking so hard you think she just might suck your head off your dick.

She starts making her way to your balls licking all around not missing a spot. Taking each nut into her mouth.

She then starts coming back up your shaft with her tongue. Circling her tongue under your tip and grazing the top of your tip with her top lip. Just when you’re about to bust she stops.

She stops because she wants more. She leans up, pulling her shirt over her head. Her breasts are exactly as you'd imagined—full, perky D-cup, with pale pink nipples that are hard as a rock. You reach out and cup them, feeling their weight in your palms.

She moans and tilts her head back. She then pulls your shirt off, running her hands across your muscular chest and shoulders. You guide her to lay on her back, pulling you with her.

You kiss your way down her body—her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. You take one nipple into your mouth while your hand explores lower, finding her soaked panties. She helps you pull them off.

She's beautiful. Completely, perfectly beautiful.

You start lower your head down to eagerly taste her soaking wet pussy. She stops you. You think you did something wrong. She pulls you back up and tells you she doesn’t like that. You then assure her that Brian doesn’t know what he is doing and she needs to trust you. She pushes your head back down and doesn’t say a word.

You settle between her legs. Gently kissing the inner part of her legs and slowly making your way inwards. You let out a slight breath over her oozing, shaved, perfect pussy, she shutters. Then you slowly start caressing each crease with your tongue. Peeling each layer slowly. You start to suck and lick around her swollen clit.

She then lets out a massive moan, but trying to stay as quiet as possible. You are running her wild and she just wants to cum. Sensing this you pick up the tempo a bit more.

She cums, screams your name, her thighs tremble and squeeze around your head, her back arches off the bed, her body convulses, her nipples stand straight up, she is gripping the sheets about to tear them, and you just keep slurping her pussy driving her absolutely wild.

She was so responsive, vocal, and completely melted in a way that makes you realize how long it's been since she truly orgasmed.

Cream oozing out of her plump pussy.

Once she regained her composure you look up at her. Between her big beautiful tits you see a sex craved smile, similar to the one in you seen in rear view mirror earlier.

She pulls you up to her, she wants to taste herself. Once above her face she pulls you closer and your tongues start to intertwine. Your cock against her moist pussy begging for an invite.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you start to press your tip against her entrance. As you start to press in she also pushes it deeper. She gasps as soon as your head enters. “You are so much bigger than Brian.”

You smirk and push deeper.

She's tight, warm, slippery. You thrust slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her. But she urges you faster, harder, her nails raking down your back.

With each pounding you can hear your balls slapping her ass. Her cream coating your shaft and dripping down your sack.

Your cock is the harder it’s ever been. Stretching her pussy wide open and digging deep.

"Yes," she breathes. "Yes, yes, yes."

You fuck her like you mean it, like you've been saving this for months. Because you have. She cums again, clenching her pussy around you, and the sensation pushes you over the edge. You cum hard, burying your cock, exploding its seed deep inside her, groaning her name into her ear.

For a moment, you both just lay there, catching your breath. Cum overflowing out of her abused swollen pussy.

Then reality crashes in.

You roll off her and lie on your back, staring at the ceiling. What the hell have you done?

Kara's quiet beside you. You can feel her watching you.

"Don't," she says softly. "Don't do the guilt thing."

You turn to look at her. She's propped up on her elbow, her blonde hair messy, her big tits sagging to one side, her eyes glazed with exhaustion.

"Brian doesn't love me," she says. "Not the way you could. Not the way I love you."

Your stomach twists. "Kara—"

"I'm leaving him," she continues. "I was going to do it anyway. This just... this just makes it clear that I need to. That I deserve better."

You sit up, running a hand through your hair. "I'm married."

"I know." She sits up too, pulling the sheet around herself. "And you're miserable. When's the last time Sarah made you feel the way I just did?"

You don't answer because you don't know. Years, probably.

"I'm not asking you to figure everything out tonight," Kara says. "I'm just asking you to be honest with yourself. About what you want. About what you deserve."

She gets out of bed and starts gathering her clothes. You watch as she dresses, her movements efficient and graceful.

"I'm going back to my room," she says. "So Brian doesn't get suspicious. But tomorrow, after the races, we should talk. Really talk."

You nod, unable to speak.

She pauses at the door and looks back at you. "Thank you," she says. "For this. For not pretending it didn't mean anything."

Then she's gone.

You sit in the darkness of the master bedroom, listening to the house settle around you. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. A text from Sarah: *Miss you. Sweet dreams. Love you.*

You stare at those words for a long time.