Betty opened the boot of her car and took out her briefcase-cum laptop bag, familiar from previous visits, and a holdall, which I took from her.
“I’ll put this in your bedroom for you, saves you one trip upstairs.”
“Thanks, Gary.”
The work of moments and when I came back downstairs the three women were in the sitting room, Betty in an armchair, Mum and Jenny on the couch. There was space beside Jenny for me so I sat myself down.
“Let me see if I have this right,” said Betty. “You’re telling me you skinny-dip together and then just don’t bother dressing again. Is that right?”
“That’s it,” said Mum. “It started when I first brought Gary home from hospital. He said he wanted a shower, but he had the dressings on his hands, and they needed to be kept dry. We realised that if we taped freezer bags over the dressings that would work, but he still couldn’t wash himself, so I would have to go in the shower with him. At first I thought I’d wear my bikini, but I would have been washing and drying it every day, so it was easier just to go naked. Then when Gary had the dressings removed and could wash himself again we were so used to being naked together we just carried on, and Jenny just joined in when she came to stay.”
“Gary and I had skinny-dipped together before the crash, so I wasn’t worried about him seeing me naked, as he already had,” said Jenny.
“So if I want a swim, you’re asking me to go naked as well?” said Betty.
“Not necessarily,” said Mum, “you can wear your swimsuit, but anybody else in the pool with you will be naked.”
Betty laughed. “Okay folks, I’ll go naked too. There’s a little Greek island where I have a cottage, and it has a nude beach, so I’m used to being naked in company, but what do you do if anybody calls?”
“Visitors usually arrive by car, and we have a radar announcer installed at the end of the access road, so we get warning. Anyway, what’s a naked person or two these days?”
“I think I need to digest that dinner for another half-hour or so before I swim, but if you like we can all get naked now and relax together before we hit the pool,” said Betty, grinning at us.
“Works for me,” said Mum, and Jenny and I murmured agreement. “Okay folks, let’s all go and get naked.”
Ten minutes later, we were all back in the sitting-room, all of us naked. There was a spot of colour in Betty’s cheeks but she seemed relaxed and comfortable with herself. Unlike Mum and Jenny, Betty wasn’t shaved but her pubic bush, the same dark blonde as the hair on her head, was neatly trimmed to her bikini line.
As I said, Betty was a runner, and she was slim, wiry almost, with smallish but shapely breasts, a slim waist and long legs. I knew she was in her forties but she could have passed for ten or fifteen years younger.
She didn’t try to hide her curiosity about the rest of us and had openly examined each of us in turn. She nodded.
“I have to say, you three are at least as good-looking naked as anybody I’ve seen on my Greek beach.”
“Thank you,” said Jenny, “it’s nice to have the opinion of someone I don’t see on a frequent basis. With Gary and Elizabeth, we’re all used to each other now.” She gestured. “You, however, are new to us all in this situation and I tell you straight, if I look as good as you when I’ m your age I will be one very happy bunny.”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” said Betty with a laugh. She sobered. “You, though, have Gary’s attention to your needs, while I have been in a sexual desert since before my divorce, and that’s four years.”
“Well, if you want, you can borrow Gary, just as long as you let me have him back for tonight,” said Jenny brightly. The silence after Jenny’s comment was deafening. Eventually, Betty spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What did you say?”
Jenny stood, then moved to kneel in front of Betty, reaching out to take her hand, looking straight at her.
“I said, you’re welcome to borrow Gary, as long as you let me have him back for tonight.” She smiled. “He’s good.”
There was another long silence and I carefully avoided looking at Betty until she spoke again, her voice not quite steady.
“And what does Gary say?”
I looked at her and smiled. “Gary is more than willing, since Jenny has already said I can.”
“Please,” said Betty, her voice not quite a whisper, “please take me to bed and make love to me.”
“My pleasure,” I said, moving over to stand in front of her, holding out my hand. “Here, now, or in private? Your choice. I don’t mind the others watching.”
Betty laughed, and I think there was a slight note of hysteria in it. “I don’t think I’m ready for an audience yet, so in private, please. And quickly, before I lose my nerve.”
“Come on, then,” I said, taking her hand, “we’ll use your room.”
In the guest room, Betty released my hand and turned to me. She smiled, a little nervously.
“I think I’m slightly amazed I agreed you should fuck me, you know. Like I said, it’s been over four years for me, since before my divorce, and I’ve never been to bed with anyone as young as you.” She laughed, short, a little nervous. “At least, not since I was your age.”
“It’s never too late to learn new tricks,” I said, with a grin, “or to remind oneself of the pleasure.” I reached out and took her hand, drawing her towards me. “And I think I should kiss you first, so that we can get to know each other.”
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” said Betty, raising her mouth to mine. The kiss was gentle at first, as we learned each other’s taste, then Betty uttered a soft moan, her lips parted and soon our tongues were duelling as the kiss deepened. Betty’s arms were around my neck, mine at her back, pulling her gently into the kiss, and I let my right hand slip down and moved it to cup her left breast, soft in my hand, the nipple like a pebble against my palm. Another soft moan from Betty and she let one hand slip from my neck moving it down to feel for my cock as it hardened against her. She squeezed gently, then broke the kiss with a soft laugh.
“It’s been a long time since I felt a cock getting hard against me,” she said, her voice soft, warm. “Or since I’ve been kissed so well.”
“Thank you,” I said, “but before we go any further there’s something I have to ask you.”
“So, ask.”
“Protection? Do I need a condom, because if I do I’ll have to fetch one from my bedroom?”
“No, sweetheart, you won’t need a condom, but you’ll have to let me use the bathroom. Quite why I carry it I don’t know, but I have my diaphragm in my handbag. I suppose I hoped that one day I’d need it again and what do you know? Today, I do! So, kiss me again, then excuse me for a minute or two.”
Another warm kiss, not quite passionate, more than friendly, then Betty broke away gently, grabbed her handbag from the dresser where she’d left it and disappeared into the bathroom. Two or three minutes later she came back out, deposited her handbag on the dresser and came over to me. She grinned.
“Okay, sweetheart, let’s fuck!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
She moved away and lay herself on the bed, moving across to leave room for me, propped up on her right elbow. She beckoned with her left hand..
“Okay, stud, bring the big fella over here, so’s we can get him nice and hard, and then I want him here,” she said, stroking her cleft, then licking her finger.
I moved across to the bed and lay myself down beside her, propped up on my left elbow. I leaned across to kiss her, seeing the smile come into her eyes and then her lips were warm against mine in a long, sweet kiss. She broke the kiss gently and reached for my right hand, lifting it to her breast, the nipple hot and hard against my palm, her own hand reaching for my hardness, ready now for penetrating her depths. I squeezed her breast gently, then let my hand move down over her belly towards the fork of her legs, and she eased her thighs apart to give my fingers access.
She was wet, ready, hot and inviting, her sex-ready heat an invitation. I looked into her eyes.
“Ready?”
“And willing. Fuck me, Gary, put your lovely cock into my cunt, your prick into my pussy, your penis into my vagina, whichever phrase is apt, but fuck me, fuck me now.”
And we started that ages old ballet of sex, that ‘if I move this leg and you move that leg’ dance, until her legs were spread and I was kneeling between them. I could smell her readiness, the tantalising aroma only serving to make me harder.
“Okay, sweetheart, enjoy this, because I sure as fuck am,” I said as I eased the tip of my cock into the warmth and wetness of a willing pussy that wanted me there. She was wet, ready, and I only needed to pull back once before I was able to sink to my balls in her depths.
“Fuck! That feels good!” she hissed as she felt me inside her. “Fuck me, Gary, fuck me good!”
And they were the only words either of us spoke for some time as I concentrated on trying to make her feel good as JT explored her depths. She was wet, getting wetter, and my prick moved easily, audibly, in her free-flowing juices. Little gasps and wordless murmurs came from her mouth as I thrust and they were sounds of pleasure, not protest.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax and I knew she needed to know.
“Getting close, sweetheart, very close.”
“Me too,” she gasped, then, “let me slide my hand between us.”
I eased up, never ceasing my thrusting, and she slid her flattened hand between us, her fingers reaching for her clitoris, adding her own stimulation to the sensations we were feeling. It couldn’t last, it didn’t, and she uttered a strangled scream then she was shaking beneath me in her release, her pussy pulsing, trying to drain my balls, the fingers of her free hand tight on my shoulder. There was no way my body could resist the siren song of a climaxing woman and then my hips were driving my cock into her and all was sensation as my jizz blasted into her depths.
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