After our brief affair and amazing sex forty years ago, I ran into Eve as an assistant in our do-it-yourself chain store.

When Tracey and I were choosing paint for our house's makeover, we noticed her, and the girls struck up a conversation. Eve had gained a few pounds like everyone our age, but she still looked as gorgeous as she did forty years earlier, so I just stood back and stared at her.

She had three children, so perhaps there had been some change in her breast appearance. Her ugly brown uniform did little to accentuate her figure, and I wondered if they still looked good now.

After spotting Eve and overhearing their chat, I discovered that she worked three days, and I now knew which ones.

In the ensuing weeks, I made sure that the only days I went to the store were the days she worked. I also tried, unsuccessfully, to get her to talk, as I was the only one there. With each visit, she talked more and more. Eventually, I summoned the bravery to ask her for coffee at the big coffee shop close to her workplace, and to my amazement, she said yes.

When we first met, she had traded in her uniform for a stylish pair of jeans, a basic black t-shirt and trainers. A bonus was that her breasts appeared larger than I remembered because of the tight fit of her t-shirt.

I apologised to her right away for the way I had treated her all those years ago and told her that her then-boyfriend, who was now her husband, had warned me not to go near her because he thought we were having an affair and had threatened to tell Tracey.

Eve told me that after a few drinks, she had revealed the size of my cock, which made him suspicious and likely the reason he had spoken to me.

"We had some fun, and you never forced me to do anything," she remarked.

She thought I had gone off her, so I stopped seeing her, and I was relieved that I had not upset or offended her.

Eve explained that they had not had sex in years due to her husband's partial disability following a stroke a few years ago.

"If you ever need a willing partner, I would be happy to help," I remarked.

She chuckled and said, "I will think about it."

"I am serious," I said.

Even though it was only a harmless cup of coffee, we managed to have a nice conversation for almost an hour while sitting in a corner out of the way because we both had family nearby and did not want to be discovered.

She reached under the table, completely unseen by anyone, and ran her hand the length of my swollen cock just before we got up to leave.

She asked, looking at me bewildered, "Has it grown? It seems larger."

"I still know how to use it, so my offer still applies," I nodded and grinned in return. I mentioned.

"I need sex, and your offer is very tempting. I need to feel wanted and fulfilled again." She answered back.

"No strings attached, just good sex. I just need to see your breasts again; they are perfect," I said.

Laughing, she exclaimed, "After three kids!"

“Take my number if you want me; just call,” I replied.

We kissed like friends, not lovers, headed to our cars and she drove off into the night. Before I had barely left the car park, my phone rang. an unknown number I picked up was Eve, "Okay, let’s do it.”

I didn’t say anything; I was just listening as she spoke. She seemed confused yet excited as she said, “My house tomorrow morning he has a hospital appointment and is being picked up and will be out most of the day.”

I replied, “Send me the address; I will be there.”

This was the first of four such meetings where we just sat and talked over coffee. We talked about the amazing sex we had back then, and Eve decided she wasn’t ready and couldn’t have sex in her house. She said, “We were deceitful back then. Now we are doing it all over again, worse now as we are both married.”

After the fourth meeting, during which we kissed and and had a fumble like teenagers, Eve agreed she was ready and wanted to have sex.

Tracey was going away for a few days on a business trip so my house would be empty and ready.

Everything arranged I asked her to dress as she did the first time we had sex, jeans, heels and a tight white t-shirt.

She said, “I thought you were going to say stockings and sexy lingerie.”

“You can wear that under your jeans,” I said jokingly but now my mind was racing and hoping she would.

The day arrived and I picked her up from a town car park; she didn’t want her car to be seen at my house with Tracey away.

We drove straight into the garage and closed the doors before she got out.

We went into the house and before I said anything, she said, “Which way to the bedroom?”

I led her up to the spare room once inside the door we kissed as we did on the day we visited Tracey in the hospital, my hands were all over her body, especially her breasts, which felt much bigger than I remembered.

I pulled off her t-shirt under it she wore a white bra, and then her jeans came off to reveal white matching panties and white hold-up stockings I made her put her heels back on now she was in her lingerie.

Eve looked beautiful and so sexy. Her body was still tight. She was just slightly bigger. Her breasts looked huge, and I couldn’t wait to get her bra off.

Before she allowed me to strip her naked, she pulled my polo shirt over my head and expertly removed my chinos, my boxers bulging, unable to hide my erection.

As I unclipped her bra and tossed it away, I got sight of her perfect breasts, not as firm as they were but still the best I had ever seen. Eve had helped me out of my boxers and was now pumping my cock with both hands. The smile on her face showed me she knew what she wanted and was loving having my cock in her hands again.

As we kissed again, I cupped her breasts and pinched and tweaked her magnificent nipples before lowering my head and sucking on them until she shook violently as she had an orgasm just from me playing with her breasts.

I sat on the edge of the bed and encouraged her to kneel before me. She did not object and immediately lowered her beautiful red-painted lips onto my erection, the sensation was one I had missed for forty years and it was back.

She was massaging my balls and pumping my cock as she gave me a blowjob, looking me in the eye throughout the whole process, finally getting her mouth filled with so much semen she could not cope and some eased out of the sides of her mouth as she swallowed what she could.

She didn’t stop. She kept going until she had drained my balls of every drop, and I finally released her head.

When she came up for breath, semen running down her face and dripping onto her breasts, she said, “I have waited over forty years to do that again, No one has ever come that much before, Big cock, big load.”

I helped her up and we kissed again, sharing my semen. I lowered her into the bed and positioned myself between her legs and gently slipped my cock inside her. She was very tight, but after a few strokes, I had at least half my length inside her and was making love to her, the strokes long, deep, and slow.

Eve was moaning and writhing about, she said, "I forgot how good it was to have your big cock inside me."

I was taking it slowly and gently, almost pulling out, then thrusting back deep inside her, giving her another orgasm. The smile on her face told me I was doing it right.

I pulled out and turned her over positioning her on her knees. With her cute arse facing me, I slipped my cock back inside her pussy going deeper than ever before and bringing her to yet another orgasm, She shook and tightened up around my cock, looked over her shoulder and said, "Fill me up! I have been waiting a long time for this."

Moments later I could hold back no longer and shot spurt after spurt deep inside her, It felt wonderful, I kept thrusting until she could take no more and I had to pull out.

That was not her finished, she turned to face me and without touching my dripping cock, she took me in her mouth and sucked me until she had cleaned up every last drop.

She had learned a lot of new tricks since we last made out forty years ago.

When she realized I still had a full erection that was not going to subside, she gave it a few pumps and, to my surprise, said, "I guess you want to stick that thing in my arse?"

I looked at her in total surprise and nodded, I went to my bedroom and came back with a tube of lubricant, she once again got on all fours and said, "Be gentle, I am not used to anything that big."

I smeared some lube on her tiny arse and lots on my cock, then got he to bend forward with her arse in the air, I butted my cock up to her tiny hole, she was going to be tight, so I used a few fingers to loosen her up. Once she was happy with three fingers, it was time.

I pushed the head of my cock inside her anal passage; she was so tight, then there was a pop as the first inch entered. I held it in place, allowing the discomfort to pass, then pushed again, another inch, then another. She was in a lot of pain but was asking me to continue.

Four inches, then five, then I paused again. She was in pain but wanted more, so I started to thrust in and out gently, she was so tight, that I added more lube as I pulled out, then thrust back in, increasing the depth and speed of my thrusts. It only took a matter of minutes for her to have an orgasm different from when I was fucking her pussy.

The sensation of being in her anal passage was too much for me, and I shot my load deep inside her moments later, I continued to thrust until I had finished, then stopped my cock, which was buried six inches inside her.

Eve asked me to pull out; the pain was too much, so I did it slowly and gently until I popped out, all covered in our juices, and she was struggling to recover.

Sweaty and tired, we just lay down on the bed and hugged each other.

I went back to cupping and caressing her perfect breasts, making up for the missed years.

After we had showered and dressed, we both agreed that we had missed the sex we shared and we should never have stopped.

I said, “If I could get Tracey to have a threesome, would you be interested?”

Eve nodded and said, “Get it sorted. That would be awesome. Any excuse to get more of your cock.”

I promised to get the seed implanted into Tracey’s head and to get her to think she thought of it.