I accepted with pleasure as my hands were in fact extremely dirty. That wheel hadn't been off the car in a very long time by the looks of it. So I got in her car and she drove to her house or rather a bungalow. It was a big place, sitting back off the road in a large garden. She opened the door and we went in.
"I expect you could do with a drink," She asked as she raised her eyebrows.
"Tea or something stronger?" She asked again.
"Well I was looking forward to getting home but if you don't mind I will have a large vodka and tonic if you have it?."
"Right, tell you what, you get yourself cleaned up then go get your car then you can have a large vodka and tonic when you get back!" She said to me.
"Ok," I replied.
I washed up and then walked back to my car. I drove it back to her bungalow and parked it in the drive. As I went in the front door she came out of the kitchen.
"Just in time," she said.
"I've just made us both a drink." She certainly had by the looks of it.
She handed me a large tumbler which turned out to have more vodka than tonic in it, not that I minded. Then she led me into a lovely sitting room that looked into the back garden, it was beautiful.
"My name's Carol," She said to me.
"And before you ask, I'm a widow and I live here alone. As you can see my hobby is gardening." She said again.
"My pet hate, but I'm used to gardeners, my ex-wife was a very keen one. I laughed.
"My name is John by the way," I replied.
"I am very pleased to meet you," Carol said.
"You were a real knight in shining armour today! I know it's none of my business but you said 'ex-wife'?" She enquired to which I nodded.
"I was a naughty boy and got caught, although I have to say that our marriage didn't turn out as we'd hoped."
"Yes, I somehow got the impression that you might be a player, you're very attractive to women, I bet you were quite a naughty boy!" She said laughing.
"It's funny, isn't it? When I was married women wouldn't leave me alone and now that I am single again all the married couples steer clear!" I stated.
"Well, I'm not married!" She replied and somehow that did not surprise me.
"No, and you are a very attractive woman!" I said as she inclined her head.
"Thank you, it must be apparent to you that I am considerably older than you are, would that be a problem?" She asked.
In the few moments I had been with her we had now reached a point that would normally take weeks.
"Not at all, I prefer experienced women and although I have had many married women I do like to consort with those who carry no baggage." Carol laughed as I said that to her.
"Yes, I would guess one or two of your married conquests wanted more than you were prepared to give!" She replied as I finished my drink and stood up getting ready to leave.
"Surely you're not going to drive after that drink?' She asked and I sat down again.
"No of course not, I'll get a taxi." I replied.
"Well, that's up to you, you're not going back to anyone I presume?" She asked again.
I shook my head.
"Well then why not stay here I haven't had a man for quite a long time and I really fancy you!" She said with a sly grin on her face.
I had never been propositioned quite so bluntly but I accepted immediately.
"I find you extremely sexy and attractive so sure I'll stay." I smiled.
"Great!" Carol said as she got us both another drink.
"You sit there and watch the news and I'll get us some dinner." She said and off she went back into the kitchen as I said there and watched the news on the television that she had put on. Half an hour later she produced a nice salad and a bottle of wine.
"All produce from my garden," she told me as she sat the plates down on the table.
"I have a lovely kitchen garden as well as all the flowers and shrubs." She aid as we sat down to the salad and wine that was Chablis which I thoroughly enjoyed.
It was followed by a mixed fresh fruit salad which she said was also from her garden. Afterwards I went out and got my bag. I'd been staying away all week, it contained leisure clothes and I went to a bedroom and changed. After that we sat down with a coffee and got to know each other a bit better and we learned a little about each other's history. Carol had actually been married twice.
"My first husband was a real goer. I have a high sex drive so that was okay by me, however, my second couldn't stand the pace and I'm afraid I loved him to death. It's always difficult to find a man with real stamina. However, every cloud has a silver lining, they were both well off and I'm well cared for now." She smiled wickedly.
"I'm a little unusual for a woman, I like to watch pornography, do you watch it?" She said as we chatted for a while about ourselves.
"Sometimes," I replied.
"As I said, I have found it not so easy to attract women as I did, so I occasionally watch to relieve myself, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, I know what you mean alright," Carol laughed.
"I do exactly the same thing but a finger is not quite the same is it? What sort of film do you like?"
"Well, I don't like those boring ones where all it is is a long succession of sexual acts. I much prefer to see sex in what I would call a normal context, say as something people do when they like each other and it's a part of their natural life."
"I can't quite believe this is exactly what I like! I have quite a few you'd be surprised to learn that there are film-makers who make that sort of film. One I particularly like is a thriller but with lots of sex, would you like to watch that?' Carol laughed.
"I certainly would," I replied.
Carol got up and went to a locked cabinet where she took out a DVD and inserted it in her player. Then we sat back side by side on a large sofa. The film was all Carol had said and I soon became aroused and Carol was breathing hard.
"I have to tell you that by now I'm usually masturbating! But I won't now because I'm sure there's something better coming! She said with a huge smile on her face.
The ending was really something, I ended up with a throbbing hard-on and I was sure that Carol would be sopping wet too. As soon as it was over Carol got up and switched off the player and the TV then she took me by the hand.
"Come on let's make some porno ourselves!" She grinned and led me to a bedroom.
"It's an en-suite," she told me.
"So have shower and I'll join you in a few minutes." Carol told me.
I showered quickly and lay on the bed, a few minutes later Carol came in she was as naked as I was. She had a great figure, rather small breasts, but exquisitely shaped with lovely swollen aureoles and pert nipples and an almost flat stomach that really set off a very prominent mound that was divided by the closed lips of her cunt. She had a little heart-shaped patch of pubic hair, the point of the heart just touching the join of her lips. She was a near blonde with green eyes and a creamy complexion she looked really beautiful especially as she had great legs to go with it all. She was smiling as she approached the bed, her eyes focused on my still rigid cock.
"What a beautiful cock!" She said as she knelt by the side of the bed and kissed it then took it in her mouth and began sucking and jerking me off.
She was certainly experienced and knew exactly what she was doing. As soon as she detected that I was nearing a climax she stopped and got on the bed with me.
"Now fuck me, darling," she said.
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs and I finally got to see her beautiful cunt. The lips now parted and revealing inner lips of no great size and a noticeable hood that failed to hide a massive clit. It ran under the skin right down to the entrance to her vaginal canal and then, as I was to discover, split in two and followed round the opening. Everything glistened with moisture, her thighs already slick with it. I mounted her, put my arms behind her knees, lifted her legs until her knees were touching her breasts and grabbed her shoulders
. I let go with my right hand, Carol was breathing hard, taking my cock in hand I rubbed the open mouth of her cunt. I teased her clit and rubbed it all around the slippery yet delicate flesh then entered her.
"Fuck me hard, John, hard as you can, just go on until you cum inside me!" Carol panted.
I took her at her word and fucked her tight hot slippery cunt as hard as I knew how. Two minutes later I came, half a dozen fierce spurts deep into her filled her and she came with a cry and a great shudder, then I flopped on top of her.
"Oh, darling, that was great! I haven't been fucked like that since my first husband died!" She panted, as I gasped for breath.
She was kissing me and stroking my hair and I went to withdraw.
"No, don't do that, darling, leave it in, I like the feel and I promise I'll get you hard again in a minute, then we can have a long, lovely fuck." She said hurriedly.
She was as good as her word and after about five minutes she began to squeeze her internal muscles rhythmically as she detected a movement, started to move very gently back and forth with just little movements. It certainly did the trick and I became hard again.
"Now just fuck nice and gently, I don't care if you last all night, I shall enjoy every moment!" She murmured.
Well, I didn't last all night but I did fuck her for something over a couple of hours like that. No great pressure to cum for a very long time and a real lazy fuck it was. I shot my load up her for a second time and she gripped me tightly as she came again. It appeared that she only came when I did. Then I rolled off and we went to sleep.
Later I felt her bum against me, spoons style, and I got hard again so I manoeuvred my cock into her by hand and fucked her gently again for a long, long time. She went to sleep while I was fucking her and I wasn't far behind. When she woke in the morning I was still inside her and she tried to pull herself off me but somehow she had closed up on me so tightly that she couldn't do it. Her attempts woke me and we discussed the situation.
"Tell you what, Carol, it's your lovely tight cunt that's trapped me, talk dirty to me, make me hard, I'll fuck you and after you can release yourself." I said to her.
She liked that and told me how, when she was between husbands she had taken on two men who had fucked her senseless, the way she described it soon had me hard again and I fucked her. Having once again shot my load up her she released herself easily and, once we had recovered, we went and showered together. Afterwards we dressed and went to the kitchen and Carol made a real fry-up.
"I don't do that very often," she told me.
"But a good night's fucking needs a bit of sustenance!" She said as we sat chatting in the kitchen.
"I'm so full of spunk that I've had to put on a pair of thick knickers to cope, look!" She said.
She spread her legs and there was a great wet patch between the legs of her knickers.
"Do you like being like that?" I asked.
"Oh, of course, it makes me feel so sexy feeling your lovely spunk oozing like this," She smiled.
"Then you wouldn't object to more of the same?" I asked her.
"I certainly wouldn't!" She replied.
"Then take them off and bend over the table!" I told her.
She did as I asked and it gave me a lovely view between her thighs of her lovely cunt oozing my spunk. I dropped my trousers and pants and eased my hard on into her as my cum squirted out around my shaft. As I began to fuck her it ran down the insides of her lovely thighs.
"Ooooh!" she cried and came noisily as I fucked her harder.
"You fucking sexy whore," I snarled.
"This is what you've got a cunt for!" I cried out as I was ramming my cock in as hard as I could and shifting the table across the floor.
She started crying out and cumming and grabbing the sides of the table. I could feel her body shaking in the throes of her orgasm. I fucked her like that for longer than I thought I could before finally shooting my spunk up her again. I withdrew and watched my spunk mixed with her juices oozing out of her open cunt and it felt incredibly erotic. As she calmed down she stood and turned around putting her arms round me and hugging and kissing me.
"You are right," she panted.
"That's exactly what I've got a cunt for," Carol moaned as she tried to get her breath back.
"I'm not going to lose you! You can come and fuck me whenever you like!" She said with a smile from ear to ear.
And that is how it is, she turned out to be fifty-one, fifteen years older than me but the best fuck I have ever had. Why would I bother with anyone else?
The End.
Making a Cake
We sat sipping our coffee while nibbling on a pastry, enjoying the cozy comfort the book store offered. As a struggling newly married couple we had mastered the art of the cheep date and the book store was one of our regulars being close by and offering free entertainment - reading. Angie's mother was visiting so we invited her to come with us on our date night and were rewarded when she insisted on picking up the tab.
As far as mother-in-laws go I felt fortunate because I got a pretty good one. While rather large, Marie had a pleasant personality, always happy with a sweet smile and a ready laugh. My dad had counseled me to take a careful look at the mother of a perspective wife because, he claimed, that is what you'll get in the long run. Other than the fat part I was satisfied with what I saw.
After wandering the store for a while I found myself in the "Self Improvement" section. While having many interest I lacked practical experience so had found these books intriguing. How to make repairs around the house; how to keep the old car going; how to think and grow rich; how to grow a garden; how to reprogram my mind using self-talk; how to become a better lover. A book in that last category had caught my eye with the unusual title of "Cake Mix." The jacket featured a sketch of naked lovers in an embrace. I wanted to look the book over more but didn't want to be seen with it so I went down the aisle and took the cover jacket off of a cook book and placed it over my book then proceeded to where some couches were and began to get educated on how to please a woman!
No sooner had I begun to read then my mother-in-law came and sat beside me. When she noticed the book in my lap she began gushing about what a wonderful cookbook it was and how she wanted to get it for us. Try as I might I could not dissuade her and she took the book from me. When I saw Angie headed our way I was beginning to panic but finally convinced Marie to get it as a surprise for Angie's birthday which was three weeks away. With that she got up and made her way to the checkout before Angie could see what was happing.
Once we were back home, Marie presented the now gift wrapped book to Angie and told her to not open it until her birthday. Unable to keep a secret though, Marie then began one of those mother daughter lectures.
"You know Angie to keep a man satisfy it behooves a wife to continually develop her skills. A hungry man is a bear. Keep him full of your warm and delicious goodies and you'll both be happy. Follow these recipes and you'll change an ordinary day into something special. And don't be afraid to experiment either. Try your own variations and be open to suggestions. That keeps things interesting. Most of all, love what you're doing. This book has been such an inspiration to me I committed it to memory early in my marriage. I should have shared its secrets with you before now. If you ever have any questions don't hesitate to call, that's what mothers are for. I want to share my years of experience."
Then turning her attention to me Marie continued. "Jon, there is nothing more satisfying than to spend time with your wife baking a cake, sharing the simple pleasures of life. Slow down, take time to enjoy the experience of being together then savor the treats you make."
The next day Angie took her mother to the train station to see her off to home. It was my intention to buy a real cookbook as soon as the next payday came around. I was too late. When I got home I found Angie curled up on the couch reading her new book.
"Angie," I exclaimed, "You weren't suppose to open that until your birthday!"
/> "Mon was so animated about it," Angie replied, "I couldn't help myself. It's nothing like I expected though. It has the cover of a cookbook but it is all about making love. I guess she just found it too embarrassing to talk about these sorts of things so this is her way of helping me -- us."
Trying to act surprised I said, "It's not a cookbook?" "No, but it does liken making love to making a cake. I guess that is why the cookbook cover.
"Well," I said, feeling better about things given Angie mild reaction to the book, "I guess we had better memorize the book like your mother did so we can enjoy all those treats together."
"Uh," Angie sighed, "It is a big book. This is going to take some time to get through."
That is one of the sweet things I love about Angie. She is smart enough but can be so naive. I could sense this book mix-up was going to turn our all right.
"Say, pretty woman, how about getting a couple of $3 veggie burritos down at Taco Time? Can you put your book learning on hold for that long," I teased?
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Different Kinds of Cakes
There are different kinds of love. Angie's cookbook took some time to mention each. Friendship, parental, brotherly, and of course the intimate love of lovers. Making a lovers 'cake' was the focus of this book.
Angie would highlight in pink those words that caught her attention I highlighted in yellow.
Pink: A woman needs to feel appreciated, wanted and desirable.
Yellow: We can choose how we feel.
Pink: A long term relationship based on trust and fidelity allows lovers to express their deepest desires, leading to deep levels of erotic intimacy.
Yellow: When a man wants sex it is easy for him to put all other matters out of his mind. Not so with a woman.
Pink: People who have been married for some time have the most frequent and satisfying sex lives because of their deep emotional connection.
Yellow: Men think like a man because they are one. Appreciate them; don't try to change their manliness.
Pink: A woman needs romance. Be gentle, sweet, thoughtful, and don't forget the cards and flowers.
Yellow: If a man forgets, it doesn't mean he doesn't love you, it means he forgot.
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