The Invited Guest (F/A) ~ Ignite Story

This story relates a fantasy (F).
This story briefly mentions anal play (A).
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I had been busy for some time, making dinner for a guest. I hoped he would come ready for what I’d spent so much time preparing. Meanwhile, my husband had told me he would be away for a while, giving me ample opportunity to turn this visit into what I hoped would be an eye-opening adventure.

My guest had recently told me that he was a college professor specializing in marine biology. I’d met him on the beach, and he had demonstrated his intimate knowledge of the sand dunes that stood prominently between our development condos and the sea. While his talk had been lengthy and impressive, I had no real evidence that what he had told me was true. Still, these structures became much more massive and pristine just to our south, preserving a real treasure that stood in modern times to remind us of our past (and present) total dependence on forces beyond our control. I checked the yellow-fin tuna steaks on the grill and then returned diligently on the rest of the meal as any good housewife would do.

I was probably dressed inappropriately to entertain a recent acquaintance, sporting a short skirt and no panties—the latter touch a bold one that seemed to hold no downside. But in my infrequently hot mind, the upside potential was intoxicating. My top was a low-cut halter without a bra, allowing my ample breasts and nipples to find freedom unavailable except perhaps on a nude beach. I wore quite modest high-heels that adequately accentuated my carefully toned and exercised legs, and I had dabbed on a bit of leg makeup to cover a few less-than-perfect spots. Having meticulously made up my face in the magnifying mirror, I sincerely hoped I hadn’t left off anything that would speak of foolishness or reveal my advancing age. I was sick of seeing women younger than I who couldn’t match one eyebrow to the other! I had checked myself up and down, fairly pleased with the look which glaringly defied my age of 76 years, if I could trust my own eyes.

The chiming of the doorbell wasn’t unexpected, so I was able to leave all my cooking for a short time. My heart pounded with excitement to welcome my guest. I opened the door rather tentatively, then flung it open when the person outside proved to be the professor. He had dressed in extremely casual attire: fairly short shorts that revealed his muscular and tanned thighs and calves, along with white exercise socks and a pair of obviously new sneakers. His slim-fit button-down clearly showed off a chiseled chest and arms, and he’d arranged his thin, white hair immaculately, just as I’d imagined it would appear. He greeted me like an old friend, and I was almost taken aback by the way he reached around my waist and pulled my body to him while planting a most stunning kiss on my lips. His mouth was open and probing mine like we were much more than old, or in his case, recent friends. His quite-natural and spontaneous kisses had bowled me over on the beach recently, and a mere single one of them now did more than likewise.

Our conversation remained more reserved for a time, discussing his day spent supervising an outdoor laboratory filled with twenty-ish college kids who had very much coveted his time. A couple of the more forward girls had invited him to dinner at their condo, suggesting much more than a meal if he would come. Since he had committed to be with me, though, he had declined their invitation. He obviously wanted and needed the company of someone more nearly his age and mindset, and considering my age was very near his own, he was very comfortable with this appointment. I took the tuna steaks off the grill, still desirably rare, and set them on the table. We ate my sumptuous meal, complete with salad and baked sweet potato, with only some small talk in the meantime, though the hope of something more substantial lingered just beneath the surface—a feeling that I think was mutual.

Following a low-calorie dessert and after-dinner drinks, we retired to the living room, where we sat together on the moderately opulent sofa. Not too surprisingly, I soon found his hand slipped into mine. There followed a moment or two of more unnecessary conversation, and then he pulled me to him for another of his patented deep kisses. I was swooning by the time he backed off and looked me in the eye, leaving me wondering where this might lead. He squeezed my hand quite firmly and stated rather naturally, “You’re really something. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Well, yes, you did quite recently. Remember?”

“Of course I do. I could never forget any part of our encounter. It will live on until I’m gone and forgotten.”

“Oh, don’t make it an Apollo 11 moment, please,” I cautioned. That encounter had set the stage for tonight, but while it had been fun, it was nowhere near as momentous as the professor now made it out to be.

“Well, it was still special. I’m so glad it happened to us. And I’m more than glad to be here tonight to spend more time with you. The dinner and everything about it was incredible!”

“Thanks, Professor. You’re very kind and thoughtful. You’re the kind of man I appreciate more than I can say.”

“And what can I say? You’re absolutely the kind of woman I’ve always dreamed about. You look awesome tonight.”

“Thanks. You look pretty tempting yourself,” I said, hesitating to move things along too fast.

From that point, most talking ceased, and we began to kiss more fervently while our hands did lots of exploring. He reached first for my knees and from there upward while we shared another kiss. By the time he reached my bare bottom, I was feeling quite ecstatic. He explored the region between my now-parted legs, finding my clitoris and plenty of moisture quite quickly.

I gladly returned the favor by running my hands up the inside of his nearest thigh until I encountered some fabric resistance, which he quickly alleviated by moving his legs and rear a little to allow my hands-free admittance. His cock was already quite large, engorged obviously by all the current goings-on, and his testicles hung large and limp in his scrotum. I petted everything I could reach but was far outdone by his stroking of my very accessible private parts. I writhed as he stroked my labia and clitoris and moaned loudly when he dipped a tentative finger into my very wet pussy. Soon his expert hands were both busy attending to my feminine parts, and I shifted to give him the room he needed. He obliged by inserting one slick finger ever so slightly into my tight asshole, which was very naturally wet by my now-flooding juices.

I had left him no obstruction to access me, but his shorts and shirt were increasingly a problem for me. He sensed this and helped me by unfastening the button and zipper of his shorts and fully unbuttoning his shirt. The shorts I quickly slid down to his ankles, and then I took full advantage of his hairy chest by running my hands all over it. He kicked his shorts away and removed his unbuttoned shirt, then waited to see what else I might do.

“Okay, Professor, can I do a little on you like you’ve been doing on me?”

”Hey, you’re the boss here, little girl. Do whatever you like!”

With that as my cue, I knelt beside him on the couch and went down on him, first grasping his substantial member and squeezing it. While he continued to work my crotch vigorously, I put his cock head in my mouth and began sucking, savoring the sweet taste of pre-cum I’d enjoyed so much in my life. I softly masturbated him while mouthing his glans, hoping for another delicious harvest, which came in sufficient quantity. Meanwhile, I had to slow him down some in his ministrations to me as I felt my hot orgasm fast approaching and didn’t want to spoil things by blowing my cool too soon. I’m not multi-orgasmic, but the one I usually have is nearly atomic. He seemed to understand and backed off considerably, laying his head back on the sofa and simply enjoying what I was doing.

I know I brought him extremely close to orgasm, the flow of pre-cum ceasing briefly and the taste of semen following. I released him, again not wanting to push it past the point of no return, and lay back against the sofa, offering my essence to him again.

He quickly took the cue and went down between my legs, his hands, mouth, and face totally engaged in what turned me on. He took my clit in his mouth and twirled it in a way that drives me crazy. His fingers found my G-spot and began massaging it vigorously as his mouth did its work on my labia and clit. I was almost in ecstasy by this time. He could keep this up for several minutes or maybe a half hour; I didn’t care.

Eventually, he turned me around on the sofa so that my head lay on one arm, and he climbed between my legs, his big cock swaying. I was almost out of my mind with arousal as he expertly guided his penis into my slit, so wet that he slid halfway in with practically no effort. He slowly worked it in more deeply, being careful to give me only what I readily accepted, listening well to my moans of appreciation as he stabbed ever deeper. When he had buried his entire cock all the way up to the hilt in my vagina, he stopped for a moment to let me accommodate his size, and then he began a slow and easy in-and-out motion with his hips.

I met each stroke with a motion of my own, swallowing him fully with my highly stretched slit and enjoying his length and girth immensely. We both increased the tempo to the point we were pumping him in and out of my vagina with great vigor. I knew I wouldn’t last long at this pace, and I tremendously hoped that he could coordinate his orgasm with mine, resulting in the very best of sex. It happened just as I had wished: I bucked in full climax exactly as he shot me full of his hot juice in spurt after copious spurt. I could feel each pulse of his cock as it filled me, and I screamed in ecstasy as my own body became rapt with a very long and satisfying orgasm.

We lay still for the longest time until I could feel our mingled fluids running down out of my vagina and onto my inner thighs. I pushed him gently back and motioned for him to supply me with a tissue from the end table, which he readily did, also grabbing one of his own. When he disconnected, the liquid we’d produced was hard to contain, but we did our best to keep it off the sofa and on the tissues.

As we cleaned up, I felt totally satisfied, as he also appeared to be. He leaned back against the sofa, his cock now limp and a smile on his face.

“What are we going to do next, sweetie?” he asked, the smile broadening.

“We’ll think of something, dear. Wow, how I enjoy these fantasies,” I commented. “I’m so glad I married a man with imagination.”

“It’s our lifeblood at our age,” he replied. “What we do is totally within the bounds of marriage; I think we both feel free of any guilt, and yet we’re so very, very satisfied.”

“It’s our variation, our outlet. I’m so glad God didn’t put any bounds on marriage, on what we can do with one another, or even on what we can suppose or pretend, so long as it’s mutually agreeable and keeps us young.”

“Me, too,” he said, stroking my legs in a loving fashion. “But we’ll have to work hard to make it better than this vacation. Thanks for supper tonight!”

“And thanks to you for dessert!”

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11 replies
  1. hornyGG says:

    Lindy9010,
    Thank you so much for sharing yet another wonderful story. I love how you detail the sex in your stories. So erotic! I must admit it had my pussy juices flowing. As I said before, you and your husband are such an inspiration. I hope that as Ben and I get older, we will continue to enjoy the pleasures of sex like you and your husband. Thanks again! God Bless you both and stay horny always!
    ❤?❤?
    GG

    • Lindy9010 says:

      Thanks, GG!! Coming from you that's an especially big encouragement. I'll keep trying, got another idea to put together that I hope will work out!

  2. SouthernHeat says:

    Thank your u for sharing ! Love your stories so sexy and sweet. Also encouraging that we will continue to be having hot sex for many many more years!

  3. Lindy9010 says:

    Thanks to all you MHers who contributed a comment. As an author, I really need encouragement and positive input, just to keep doing stories! It isn't really profitable to spend the required time, but to me it's a form of ministry, a ministry that states loudly that age need not cut short your years of God-blessed intimacy. My husband and I know each other thoroughly, so we feel no threat from anything in this world, but we intend to keep within God's bounds for marriage as we extend our enjoyment of one another beyond the usual sexually-active years. Bless all of you who have encouraged and strengthened me; I'll try to get another "Old folks" story out shortly!

  4. Flying Hubby says:

    Wow, hot, hot, hot, on so many levels. The details are magnificent, the story titillating, and the overall understanding and love you guys have on top of tremendously hot sex at your young age is inspirational, thank you. Oh and your last sex outside story inspired me to start putting words to paperish.

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