Recently, my husband and I were invited to dinner by friends in the village. They said it was an excuse to introduce some newbies to some of the locals. I'd heard that a retired couple had moved into Mrs Marsh's old bungalow, but hadn't met them.

There were ten of us. Me, my husband, our hosts, 2 other couples we knew quite well and the new additions to the village, Brian, a retired naval 'something or other'.....quite senior I think, and his wife Mary, who I'd been told was wheel chair bound and the reason they had moved into a more manageable dwelling.

When we were called to dinner I was seated next to Brian. I quickly found him to be funny, intelligent and very interesting, telling me stories of his life in the navy and such. He was a very good dinner companion who I soon realised had a wondering eye.......and leg.

It was a warm summery evening, so I'd decided to wear a light summer dress with quite a plunging neck line and as the wine flowed, Brian seemed to spend much of the time admiring my ample cleavage. I thought it rather amusing and didn't mind one bit. After all, when you reach my age, any admiring glances are a bonus, even from a guy in his 70s.

I was however slightly taken aback, when, while engaged in conversation with David, who was sat to the other side of me, I felt a leg brush against mine. I moved mine slightly, assuming the 'touch' was an accident, only to feel the 'brush' once again. I turned to look at Brian who was talking to our hostess, then briefly looked down and caught a glimpse of Brian's leg resting against mine.

'The dirty old bugger' I thought to myself. But decided to leave my leg where it was. I might have reacted differently if someone younger had done it, but in a weird way, I found Brian to be quite sweet and totally unthreatening. A bit of innocent 'titillation' never hurt anyone. However, as dinner progressed, the gentle brushing became more obvious and definitely more vigorous. I admit, even though the 'brusher' was much older, I found myself getting a tiny bit aroused.

Dinner finally ended and our hosts asked us to move through to the sitting room for coffee. As we all made our way slowly out of the dining room, I felt a hand, first touching, then cupping, then squeezing my buttock. I turned, surprised, to be greeted by a smiling Brian, who simply said,

'Delightful dinner wouldn't you agree my dear, delightful.'

'Very pleasant' I replied.

The evening finally ended well after midnight and we all returned home to our beds. I waited until my husband was asleep and snoring before deciding to masturbate. I thought about Brian as I silently came.


A couple of days later, with my husband at work, I found myself doing some much needed work in the garden. It was another glorious day, so I wore a loose summer skirt and tshirt for comfort.

I was in a world of my own while weeding the beds down at the end of the driveway, when my daydream was interrupted by a familiar voice,

'Ahhh, my favourite neighbour.' I looked up and saw Brian standing by our gate.

'Hello' I replied.

I walked over to where he stood and once again noticed his eyes looking down to my chest, which as always seems to be trying to burst out of tight tops. Large breasts are very hard to hide, especially in a tshirt.

I'm not sure why, but I was rather pleased to see him and certainly didn't mind his occasional downward glance. In fact, I positively loved it.

After talking about 'this and that' for a while, I asked if he'd like to come up to the house for a cup of tea. Without hesitating, Brian said he'd love to.

Brian explained that once a week a physio visited his wife at home and he liked to get out of their way. For my part, it was just nice to have some interesting company. The fact that he was cheeky and a bit flirtatious was a bonus.

After making us both a cup of tea, we sat outside on the terrace, chatting, drinking, and enjoying the wonderful weather.

As we talked, I noticed his eyes continuously darting around. From my face, to my chest, then to my bare legs, then back up again. His attention was having a similar effect to the evening of the dinner, and I soon found myself rather 'hot'.

When we'd finished our tea, I picked up the cups and started to walk back inside to the kitchen. I was aware that Brian had followed me into the house. As I placed the cups in the sink, Brian suddenly said,

'My dear, I hope you weren't offended by my little touches the other evening. When you reach my age, excitement is hard to find.'

I turned to face him and laughed a little. He had caught me off guard and I think my laugh was one of slight embarrassment, but I quickly composed myself before answering,

'I suppose I was a bit surprised. It's not every day I get touched up. But no, I certainly wasn't offended. In fact, and maybe I shouldn't say this, I was a tiny bit flattered.'

'Flattered' Brian repeated before continuing, ' So in a small way, you liked being touched?'

'Yes, in a small way I did,' I answered simply.

He seemed to think about my response for a moment before asking,

'My dear, this will sound terribly personal and very forward of me, but can I ask, does the mouse ever play when the cat's away?'

' Sorry Brian, I'm not sure what th.....' but before I'd finished, Brian interrupted,

'I shouldn't talk in riddles my dear. What I meant to say was, do you ever play away?'

I took in what he'd just asked before replying,

'If you're asking me if I've ever seen men behind my husband's back, then the answer is yes, I have.'

Brian didn't looked surprised or shocked. He went on to explain that since his wife had become ill, he too had played around. He stressed that he still loved his wife, but enjoyed the company of other women. At 70+, Brian still had a high sex drive and had very regular 'urges', as he politely put it.

I suddenly realised that the conversation about 'touching' and 'infidelities' had made me quite aroused, so without thinking about the consequences, I asked Brian if he'd like to touch me.

Brian nodded, with a naughty little smile on his face.

'Where would you like to touch me?' I asked, while starting to feel incredibly horny.

Brian's eyes looked down to my bulging tshirt,

'I have an uncontrollable urge to touch your fabulous looking breasts,' he said as he moved toward me.

'I think they'd like to be touched,' I answered as I slowly lifted my tshirt.

Brian's hands reached up, first to cup a hand over each breast. As he did, I reached around to my bra fastener and undid it, he then lowered the bra, before cupping them again,

'My dear, they are wonderful breasts,' he muttered before giving them both a little squeeze.

My nipples reacted to the attention, and were soon large and hard. Brian seemed to like the sudden change in their size and started to tweak them, gently at first, then a little harder. I must have let out a little moan because he suddenly said,

'Oh, you like that? You like your nipples squeezed. Lovely.' He squeezed them even harder, before moving his head to one, taking it in his mouth, sucking hard before giving it a little nibble between his teeth.

If I wasn't feeling horny before, I most certainly was now. I lowered a hand down to his groin and started to rub gently. I could tell immediately that my naughty 70 year old was already very excited. I rubbed more vigorously and as I did he seemed to bite harder on my nipple.

Brian eventually moved back from my breasts, looked at me with the most wicked of grins, before saying,

'My dear, would you allow me the pleasure of giving your pussy a good licking? There's nothing I like more than to taste the juices of an aroused younger lady.'

I laughed, took him by the hand and led him through to the sitting room. I sat on the sofa, reached down to remove my little wet panties, before lying back, pulling my skirt up and opening my legs wide.

'Nicely shaved,' he said as he kneeled in front of me.

He slowly ran a finger along the length of my damp pussy before lowering his head. His tongue started licking, like a cat greedily lapping at a bowl of milk. Brian was very good. I closed my eyes and let him pleasure me.

His licking eventually seemed to concentrate purely on and around my clitoris as he slid a finger deep inside me. Soon 2 fingers were fucking me as his tongue continued to stimulate me more.

He finally removed his fingers and mouth from my love hole and stood up. I sat forward on the edge of the sofa, my hands moving toward his belt. I undid it, unzipped the trousers and helped him to lower them to his ankles. He kicked them off as I lowered his under pants just enough to release his erect, throbbing cock.

Brian might have been 70ish, but there was nothing old or decrepit about the look of his cock. It was gorgeous, good length, decent girth and for now it was all mine. He stroked my hair as I moved toward it. I gripped it firmly around the bulging shaft before taking it in my mouth.

There is something so wonderfully sexy about feeling a hard, excited, throbbing cock in one's mouth.

Slowly, I began to pleasure him, moving my mouth up and down his shaft. Brian stopped stroking my hair and had now placed both hands on the back of my head, gradually building speed he was soon fucking my mouth hard, my lips tight around his fucking machine.

In a slightly breathless voice, Brian said,

'My dear, you have the most perfect, most fuckable mouth. But I'm quite close now, so could I finish off in your pussy?'

I had been playing with myself while pleasuring him orally, so I was reasonably close to climax too, the orgasm was already building and I was trying to control things so we could cum together. The best way for a good session to end.

'As if to preempt his next question, I said,

'Brian, it's fine to cum in me. 100% safe.' Brian nodded and smiled before saying,

'I'd like you on top, if that's ok my dear. At my age too much over exertion could cause a heart attack, and that might be difficult to explain.'

We both laughed out loud as he sat himself on the sofa next to me. I moved one leg across and straddled him, then allowed my body to slowly lower until the tip of his cock was pushing against my sodden lips. I love the moment of entry to be a gradual and unhurried one, so I moved down millimetre by millimetre until I had totally enveloped his cock, resting for a moment, allowing the tingle to rise through my body, before starting slowly ride him.

Brian started to play with my breasts again. Squeezing them hard and occasionally tugging on my overly sensitive nipples. I gradually rode faster. The unmistakable sound of pussy squelching grew louder as the canter turned into a full gallop.

Brian was close now. His body tensing, eyes closed, his whispered 'fuck, fuck, fuck.' I leant back slightly and his orgasm grew, I pleasured myself, rubbing my clitoris as Brian took hold of my hips and thrust hard upwards. Once, twice, then a shudder, then a final desperate last thrust before his brief explosion. His whole body went stiff as my orgasm suddenly reached it's climax. I pushed my body down on to him one final time, allowing 'that' rush to take over every inch of my body.

I collapsed onto his chest, eventually finding the energy to whisper into his ear,

'Not bad for an old bloke.'

Brian laughed and took some deep breaths before answering,

'My dear, would you mind if this became a regular event? I was thinking once a week.'

 

Nice

 

Very nice hun got a stiffy reading it x

 

Looking forward to the next "weekly visit".

 

What a lucky man he is and wish I was your neighbors

 

I liked it. You should definitely write more darling.x

 

This is an excellent and highly erotic sex story.

 

Very nice story hornyb333.It made me horny to be with a older married woman.

 

Great story, made me horny

 

Always tease my wife to play when she can.

 

Great story!

 

I like it