It was a balmy summer evening. Pat and I were sitting outside having a drink.
"You're staring," Pat said.
I couldn't help it. Pat was wearing a white tank top and no bra. It wasn't see-through, but I could make out the size of her areola.
"Has anyone else seen you dressed like that?" I asked.
Pat took a drink of her wine, "Of course. Only the other morning, I answered the door dressed like this. It was a delivery man with a package. He stared at me the same way you are."
I knew there was no delivery guy, but I asked Pat what happened anyway.
"He told me he liked tits, and I saw a second package develop in his pants."
It was a similar situation for me but twofold. My cock began to twitch, and Pat's nipples grew.
"And?" I asked.
"I asked him inside and got on my knees. He had a nice thick cock that I sucked, and then I let him fuck me."
I smiled and tipped my beer at Pat, "You should get yourself laid."
Pat chuckled at my suggestion, but then her expression changed, "You're serious, aren't you?" she asked.
"Nevermore," I said. "Find someone, and then tell me what it was like with another man's cock buried inside you."
Pat sipped her wine, "Why would you propose such a naughty thing?"
"Because you want to know what it feels like to have another man's cock pushed up inside you, as much as I do."
Pat didn't deny my statement. She just stared at me.
"What then? A friend, a stranger. In the house, our bed. What about a seedy motel?"
It was a game Pat and I played. Talking about her cheating got us both horny and inevitably ended with a great sex session.
"Come with me," I told Pat.
I went inside and sat on the sofa. "Stand there," I instructed Pat and pointed to a spot just in front of me.
Pat obediently stood where I pointed. I reached around and placed my hands on her ass cheeks, rubbing them in a circular motion. Pat was a little too far away, so I pulled her half a step closer. My next instruction was telling Pat to show me her tits. Pat lifted her top and bared her breasts for me.
Gently I moved my hands down the back of Pat's legs. When I reached bare leg, I reversed direction and went back up Pat's legs but inside her skirt. My fingers kneaded Pat's cheeks for a while, and then I hooked a finger on each hand on Pat's panties and lowered them past her knees. When I let them go, Pat's panties fell to the floor, and she stepped out of them.
I looked up, "Unfasten your skirt."
Pat undid the button and then unzipped her skirt. I held it by the hem and tugged at it. Pat's skirt came over her hips, and it too was on the floor.
Pat looked down at me, smiling, naked, but for her tank-top pulled up to her armpits. Her hairy pussy was only inches in front of me. So close I could smell the aroma of an aroused cunt.
"Turn around and bend over," I told Pat.
Pat followed my instruction, and when I told her to spread her feet further apart, she had to rest her hands on the coffee table in front of her to steady herself.
Facing me was a sight to behold. Pat's ass and below her pussy lips. Some of her pubes glistened and had droplets of her juices barely holding on. I leaned forward and removed the beads with my tongue. Pat tasted so good I couldn't resist spreading her ass cheeks and running my tongue between her pussy lips and up to her asshole.
Pat moaned softly, encouraging me to repeat the process. This time I lingered between her cheeks and felt my chin getting wet. When I looked, Pat was leaking more juices which I readily lapped up, causing even more to escape.
I got Pat to stay as she was while I stood behind her and got my dick out. I passed the head of my dick between Pat's pussy lips a couple of times and then pushed my hips forward. Only enough to get half my cock inside Pat and a moan from her. Pat wasn't satisfied and moved back until her ass met my groin.
"Fuck me, please?" Pat said.
I grabbed Pat by the hips and began to fuck her with long slow strokes. Pat's moans became more high-pitched, which was a sign she was ready to orgasm.
Pat complained when I pulled my dick out of her but happily went upstairs when I told her to. She was quicker than me, and when I arrived at the bedroom, she was lying on the bed with her legs spread, waiting.
As inviting as Pat's fifty-six-year-old hairy pussy looked, I wanted to taste more of her honey and got Pat to sit on my face while she sucked on my dick. My entree was sweet and wet. The main dish was energetic and satisfying. Desert was much the same as the entree but with a bit of added flavor.