It was about five o’clock when she came. She was barefoot after she took off her shoes at the door. Nice feet, albeit on the big side. When I started kissing her, she said: “You must talk some more.” She was far from hot when she arrived. I played with her feet, but to no avail. A few glasses of Chardonnay from Burgundy helped, as she predicted. Early on, she told me she was forty-three, but I had a feeling she was a bit older still. I kept kissing her, rubbing her breasts, nibbling at her ears. It did not take us long to come to her funny relationship with her husband. “He is a bit sick, you know,” she giggled. He seems to get his kicks from her sexual excursions. “The problem is I tell him all about it afterwards,” she admitted. I rubbed her encouragingly. “I’ve been around last year,” she chuckled. Later on she told me she was with five guys last year. When she started telling me about a funny thing that had happened to her on New Year’s night, just after they had left our place, I stretched her out on the floor and got on top of her. She was a bit reluctant at first about telling me the whole story. I let her feel my dick on her crotch to prompt her. She closed her eyes and let it rip. She and her husband went to a pub they knew, located a few minutes from our apartment building, and a young black guy at the bar started courting her. Her husband sat to the side and let things happen. The black fellow sat next to her and started kissing her. She liked his kisses. When he asked her whether she would come with him upstairs, she followed him without much thought, leaving her husband at the bar. They came to a room clad in mirrors. He sat her on a chair. She lifted her dress up, and he started licking her. “No underpants,” I thought, but I said nothing. Only gradually she realized that they were being watched. As it turned out, everyone in the pub was watching them. A man with a camera appeared at some point and approached them. “Did you come?” I asked breathlessly. She did. It was wonderful, too. “Did he fuck you?” I asked breathlessly. She smiled. He did not. “Will you look for him?” I stuttered. “He’s only twenty-two,” she laughed. Anyway, realizing that things were getting out of hand, she returned to the bar. She and her husband got out. They walked home without a word. “Come with me,” I said. I got up from on top of her, helped her up, and led her to the bedroom. She let me undress her. Although her age is showing here and there, she is still a beauty. An exciting beauty, too. I spread her open and gave her a good lick. Then I got up on my knees and slid my naked prick into her. She winced, but she accepted me. I was still afraid she would change her mind. The memory of the black man could wear off quickly and I would be left out, I feared. I put on a condom and started fucking her, but I came a minute or two later. I knew I would come quickly. The story really got to me. Then I licked her and licked her for all I was worth. The smell of her cunt was on the strong side, but entirely to my taste. She moaned a lot, but I do not believe she ever came close to coming. After a while, I stopped and we started talking again. “I must go soon,” she said at some point. Her husband was waiting at home. He knew we went out for a drink, but she was supposed to go out shopping afterwards. “Well,” I smiled and licked her lips, “you smell and taste of cunt.” She washed herself in the bathroom and I helped her dress. I was still naked when we started saying goodbye. I led her hand to my dick, and she started playing with it. She knew what she was doing. I got a nice erection. When I proposed that she takes it into her mouth, she knelt and started sucking me. Again, she knew what she was doing. I picked her up a minute later and gave her another goodbye kiss. “We must meet soon,” I pleaded. “Perhaps this Monday?” she said looking up. “But,” I squeezed her, “do not feel bad if you do not call me.” I was still naked and sporting a hard-on when she waived at me from the elevator. When I looked at my watch, which was on the floor by the bed next to the wilted condom, it was a few minutes after seven.

Addendum (January 9, 2000)

It is almost two in the morning. She just left, for the second time. I was already in bed, trying to go to sleep, when she called: “What are you doing?” I smiled into the receiver: “I’m thinking of you.” “Would you like me to hop over?” “Of course,” I replied. When I turned on the light, it was ten-thirty. She arrived in a few minutes. Walking out of the elevator, she was stunning: elegant black coat, black stockings, black suede shoes with very high heels. I was naked. “Still dressed the same!” she chortled. When she entered the apartment and took off her coat, she was naked except for a black bra showing her erect nipples. Her stockings reached only to the middle of her thighs. We giggled, I gave her a little bite on her blond cunt, and I took her back to the bedroom. Before we returned to bed, I placed her in front of the closet, the doors of which are clad in huge mirrors, I bent her over, and shoved my prick into her from behind. She watched me as I banged her. Wearing her bra, black stockings and high-heel shoes, she was a sight. This weekend, a rare find.