Adultery A Slut Life - Part 10

I crawled backwards on the bed. I lay back and opened my legs. I reached out to him. Watching him as he crawled on his knees to me, I was taken by the stark difference of his aging body and the much younger men on the resort but the feeling was still intense within me. It wasn't the body's appearance but what the body could do and there was nothing wrong with the hard cock bobbing below Harold as he made his way between my outstretched legs.

When he hovered over me, I pulled his face down to mine. I kissed him and he responded hungrily. Our mouths opened for our tongue to probe each other. His bare chest crushed my breasts and I could feel his hard cock against my clit and pussy as he maintained enough separation there to slide his cock over my wet slit, parting my lips but not entering me, and gliding over my stimulate clit. Harold had experience, he had enjoyed sex and the nuances of it I could tell. His hard cock teased me as it glided over and parted my pussy lips. Occasionally, his cock head would touch my hole and I sucked in a breath in anticipation of being penetrated but he would shift, rotate his hips and his cock would glide along my lips, again.

I moaned and mumbled into his mouth, "I want you."

He pulled back an inch, maybe less. Our lips still touching. "I'm right here."

I groaned, "Inside ... I want you inside."

I felt his smile on my lips. GOD ... this was different. The other men ... the men Ryan shared me with ... the men at the resort ... I was fucked, taken, as if afraid the opportunity would pass, perhaps. This ... this was so different. Even Ryan had come to merely fuck me in the stimulation of having shared me with another, eager to claim his turn. This ... OH GOD ... this ... he ... Harold was so different, as if the awkwardness of my presentation had passed and his acceptance and comfort reflected a confidence the other men hadn't achieved.

I panted the words again into his mouth, "Please ... inside ... inside me ... I need you ... inside me ..."

His elbows were alongside me. His hands cupping my face as we kissed but he moved, rotated, and shifted his pelvis and his hard cock dipped along my pussy lips until it was pressing near my hole. I gasped at the feeling that his cock was homing in on my hole as if with an action of its own. My breath was caught in my throat as I his lips and tongue continued against mine but all my senses were riveted on the feeling of his cock head poised at my hole. With a smooth rotation of his hips, his cock slid inside. I pulled his upper body into mine and moaned a guttural response as it slowly moved inside. He pulled back a bit and pressed back in, moving deeper.

"OH GOD, Harold ... yessss ... yes, yes, yessssss."

He raised his upper body, lowered his head to kiss and nipple at my nipples as his hips began moving in smooth strokes, his cock gliding in and out through my very wet and clasping pussy. I stare up at him with a lusty smile. It was so unexpected and wonderfully exciting. I had come to expect being fucked, a physical only need, that I found his gentle, caring, and considerate attention and appreciation was very erotic and arousing.

I gazed up into his eyes as he plunged his cock smoothly and deeply into me. He watched me in return as he varied his speed and depth and rhythm. It was as if our eyes were having an unspoken conversation and part of that communication was out bodies. I clamped my pussy around his cock, rotated my pelvis, raised my hips and wrapped my legs around him in varying motions and combination to provide different sensations and contacts.

He was in no hurry. A confidence of belonging came through from him. He fucked me but it was different and found myself relaxed and enjoying this man inside me, this man so much older than the others. A smile broke out when I felt him roll us to the side and I happily went with it, adjusting my position until I was kneeling over him. My hands went to my head and through my long hair as I settled down over his cock in this position, feeling him deeper, his hands coming up to cup my breasts and fondle them. I rose and fell on his cock and looked down at him. He had a soft smile on his face.

"You're an amazing woman, Teresa." He pressed his hips up to meeting my downward movement and we both sighed. "Your body is real, mature but still firm, with real curves, not the grace of youth or starving diet control. Men love a body like yours but I am sure you found that at the resort, didn't you?"

As I fucked up and down on his cock, I leaned forward, my breasts, those mature breasts he said he admired, hung down and swung with my motion and he grabbed them, again. "Did you recommend that for some confidence boost?"

He smiled and thrust up into me, "I hoped in two ways: to feel admired; and, to get fucked." He pinched both nipples as he gazed into my eyes. "Both happened ... yes?" I nodded. I fucked harder, faster. "You came back with new confidence." I nodded and moved faster. "You came back and understood the direction you wanted to move."

I cried out and fucked him urgently, taking over suddenly in desperate need. My breasts swayed and bounced as I drove down onto him. He moaned and gasped, too. "Yes ... yessss ... I knew I could ... should ... and will move ... forward. I like being ... a hotwife. I will be ... a slut ... to feel ... the same ... things."

My declaration seemed to herald our orgasms. I fell forward to my hands braced alongside him as our hips flew aggressively against each other, my hair cascaded over my face as my head sagged and my body began convulsing. My arms quaked and he pulled me against his body and wrapped me into his arms with my face in his neck and shoulder as his cock emptied into me as my pussy spasmed around it, my cries of release muffled into his shoulder.

It took many moments for either one of us to move afterward. My pussy continued to grip him as the last of his semen oozed out and he slowly deflated. But I stayed in place using my pussy to grasp him, to hold him inside for as long as possible. I sighed deeply and his hands softly caressed my back. A 60 year old man and he gave me one of the best fucks.

We were relaxing in my living room. I was cuddled in his arm, our naked bodies pressed into each other as we finished the bottle of wine. I was waiting for his body to recover and soon I would become more aggressive in encouraging that but now we just relaxed. His arm was around me, his hand stroking up and down my upper arm, his fingers extending to graze the side of my breast.

"I spotted a tattoo, is it new?"

I nodded in his arm, remembering the decision when I passed the parlor on one of my sojourns into the small tourist town near the resort on my last day. It was impulsive but after the day and night with Jason and Michael it felt right. It is a simple one but expressive, at least to me. It is a four inch long arrow on the side of my right hip, the point and feathers are brilliant red, the shaft a bright yellow. It is pointing forward.

I squirmed to turn and straddle his lap. I pressed my messy pussy down against him and kissed him on the lips. "I got it just before leaving. Inspired by you, Harold. Our little talk before made quite the impression on me and the resort was exactly what I needed." I kissed him hard, then, "Midway in my stay, I had a thought and asked around." He watched me with a smile. "Yeah ... I thought, what made him think to recommend me to a nude beach resort?" I wiggled my pussy down and felt his cock resurging and I could tell he knew what I was going to say and I knew I wouldn't have to help him with any recovery. "I found one staff woman who remembered you very well." He smiled and pressed his hardening cock up against me. "She blushed as I pulled the encounter out of her."

He smiled, "Which one?"

"You dog, you ..." I raised my hips up and he knew exactly what I intended. He slid his hand underneath and held up his now hard cock. I wiggled against it until it sank into my hole. I looked him in the eyes, his cock head just inside me. "You stud, you." I thrust down over his cock and we both groaned.

CHAPTER 5: POKE HER

"Were you serious what you said the other night?"

I was dozing on a lounge chair at the side of the complex pool. I lifted my hat, the same floppy hat I bought at the resort, and shifted my sunglasses down my nose a bit. Harold was standing over me. He pulled a nearby chair closer and sat down on it sideways.

I gave a quick glance around. There was space around us but I still replied quietly. "Of course, Harold. I would have thought my actions would have confirmed that." I gave him a smile intended to remind him of what those actions were. I knew he didn't need much reminding as his eyes shifted over my exposed body. For the first time, I was wearing the thong bikini at this pool. I wore a cover-up through the building and out to the pool but it was another indicator of my intentional attitude. It was erotic to have my tanned, bare butt on full display among the pool group that was considerably younger tenants.

"Well, how is your quest for sex going, then?" How bold... but then this was the man I shocked by sucking him off, then inviting him to dinner for the real purpose of fucking him under the pretense of thanking him.

I chuckled, sat up and swung my legs to the side to sit before him closer. He continued, "That's the rub, isn't it? Before, it was arranged. Now... it feels intimidating to create the situation."

His eyes went over my shoulder. I knew there were a group of guys back there. Apparently, my new position with my nearly bare butt now visible had their attention.

He softly mused, "I suppose it is a balance between getting more and not seeming like you'd jump on every boner you create."

I took the chance to glance behind me. Three guys in their mid-20's watching me while making comments among themselves.

I nodded. I looked into his eyes, though mine were shielded by the dark glasses I wore. Was this man just a font of understanding words of guidance or was he looking to jump my body, again. After the last time, I had no doubt he would be eager to do it, again. And, the idea had crossed my mind, already. I had very much enjoyed him, too.

He was right. That was what I was struggling with. "Exactly." I smiled. How is it that my main confidant about this is a man who could be my father? Not that I could ever discuss anything like this with my father. But since this relationship has formed, "It isn't like these guys should be my source, is it? I mean, I want a jump, some sort of normalcy to life, also. It isn't like I want a queue formed outside my apartment door." I lowered my glasses, again, so he could see my eyes as I smiled. "Is that what you want to see in your building?"

He laughed softly. He had managed to keep his hands to himself despite the closeness of our knees, though his eyes frequently gazed at my barely covered breasts and pussy. The fabric of the suit had no liner and formed closely to my body. "No, discretion would be very much appreciated." I smiled back at him. He was exhibiting an amazing amount of personal... discretion.