We had known George for many years, his wife Pam was my close friend and it was a great shock to us all when she was killed in a hit-and-run while out shopping. George became a more frequent visitor to our home and after some of his visits, Stan would tell me George fancied me and wanted to seduce me.
This always got Stan’s cock big and stiff as he fantasised about being cuckolded while we talked of what we imagined we would do as a threesome. But as is usual for fantasies, they stayed like that, no one was adventurous enough to actually start anything for real. Mind you, Stan had some huge orgasms as I sucked him off, pretending he was George, pretending that I was cuckolding him.
One day hot summer day I walked ten minutes through our pleasant tree-lined streets to George’s bungalow, my light yellow summer dress wafting around as I walked. I felt good and could see quite a few men surreptitiously watching my progress as I passed them by. Dress, bra, panties and sandals; I looked good, and I knew it.
Stan was out with his mates playing tennis and I felt that I would enjoy doing a bit of housework for him, and I wanted some company. George’s entrance is at the side, I looked at the two front bays, both the lounge and his bedroom were empty so I went to the back to see if he was in the garden.
Just around the corner on the rear side was the partially open window to the second bedroom where George had his computer desk and a sofa bed. I leaned across to peer in and saw a pair of legs jutting out from the sofa, jeans pulled down and zipped open. George had a very hard cock in his hand and was wanking slowly. I couldn’t see his upper body, but I could see the porn movie playing on the monitor.
Not shocked (after all, the guy is widowed) but what I did feel was a frisson between my legs, a tingling of arousal which had the effect of my hand lifting, then sliding into my skirt top, pushing my boob around before my fingers found a nipple and gently rotated it, arousing my flesh into hardness as I watched his hand going up and down and his balls jumping with every stroke.
I undid a button and got a hand onto each boob, and could caress both nipples. But, I got careless, unintentionally moving too far across the window, when I saw his face, gaze no longer directed at the screen but fixed on my wobbling decolletage.
“Well, Ginny, this is a surprise!”
I felt a blush spread across my face, and then something inside me melted.
“I’m coming in, then we can have some fun.”
Round to the entrance, my heart racing, key fumbled, the door opened, closed behind me and two paces took me to the bedroom doorway.
I stood before him, dressed in my flimsy skirt and sandals, massaging my boobs through the material, feeling my bra rubbing against my erect nipples.
Breathing fast I moaned to him “Oh yes, George, I want to play with you.”
Slowly I unbuttoned the dress, all the way down, finally letting it open to show my white bra, panties and the flesh of my body.
He swung around to lie full stretch on the sofa, gently massaging his erection.
“Your cock needs a woman’s love, George.”