The older I get, the more people surprise and amaze me.

First off, Betty and I have spent a few wonderful times together since our first meeting. Not often enough, I must admit, but the few times I have gotten to see her have been earth shattering. She continues to keep her pussy shaved which I love to eat and she has gotten even more adventurous. I'll write some more about her in the next chapter but rest assured she is as gorgeous as ever, and she continues to amaze me with her body. I never get tired of seeing it and her great tits and ass, all tanned and ready for action.

At home, the sex has all but disappeared, which has been fine with me. My wife has taken even more trips with her girl friends to faraway places like Europe and the Bahamas. The thought occurred to me that perhaps she is really a lesbian and she only discovered it late in life. She's never told me so, but lately, it seems to make a lot of sense. She was never really into sex with me, and thinking back over the years I guess there were signs I should have picked up on and didn't. So if that is what she wants, I'm happy for her. I still love her immensely, and it seems that since I am not pressuring her for sex anymore, we have become better and closer friends, and although I never bring up any questions as to her sexual preferences, we have really had some great conversations filled with laughter and memories, and some great times out with old friends. And although sex seems to be off the table, I love sleeping naked with her, something we have always done, and waking up in the morning next to her warm gorgeous body, my arm wrapped around her, sometimes caressing her nipples which she seems to enjoy more than ever knowing it's not going to lead to anything more than a warm comfortable time together.

I have camped quite a few times this past season, sometimes when my wife was gone off traveling, sometimes when she was still at home, but eager for me to go have some fun of my own camping and fishing. Like I said, I have been able to meet up with Betty a couple of times, but on this particular trip, I was camping in Texas, one of my favorite states. Now I will admit, on most trips nothing ever happens except some good times in the outdoors, meeting some good people, and relaxing and drinking, or if the chance arises going to a good SEC football game in the fall and tailgating with old or new friends. In the fall, I always keep the RV fridge and freezer full of good tailgating food and the cupboards filled with a generous supply of booze.

I must admit, one tailgating party in Mississippi turned out to be a memorable experience I will expand on in a future chapter. I've always said there is nothing finer than blonde Mississippi women, even when they become more mature. Mississippi women are born with natural sex appeal, bedroom eyes, and a slow southern drawl that makes life a wonder to be around them. And the way they reach out and touch your arm while they are talking to you, and all you can envision is that gentile hand wrapped around your hard cock. And they know exactly what they are doing to you, and it is so mind bending that you haven't got a clue to what they are saying, but you're standing there like some bobble head nodding your head hoping the cock you feel stiffening in your pants isn't showing.

Well, now about Texas. I love Texas and Texas women, and Texas people in general. Texas has a feel all its own. Whether they are or not, the people seem happier and more sure of themselves and what they want. Especially Texas women. I had pulled into a campground I had stayed at several times near Austin. I had stayed in New Orleans for a few days to catch up on my love of Cajun food, and decided to head over to Texas before heading back to the Carolinas and Georgia. I first met Don and Angie at the campground store, picking up a few necessary RV supplies.

A guy next to me in the aisle said, "Man, they sure charge a bunch more here than in town."

"Captive audience," I said as I turned to the voice. He looked like a late fifties guy, but with a pale pasty look, like he had been sick. He stuck out his hand. "Don and Angie from Nebraska," he said motioning to the petite and obviously younger woman standing down the aisle from him.

"Jack, from Georgia," I said, shaking his hand.

"Hey, that's great. We're headed that way. How about letting us buy you a cup of coffee and maybe you can give us some tips on some good places to camp out on the way and in Georgia."

"Sure," I said, and we sat down in the small cafe area of the store and ordered coffee. We sat down and talked. Don did most of the talking, but Angie interjected occasionally. She looked to be about five two with a good figure, nice legs and adequate tits and a nice smile and a confident air about her, not a mousy little housewife type. I guessed she was early forties, perhaps fifteen years younger than Don. She laughed a couple of times when something funny was said, a nice laugh, easy and friendly. Most of the time she looked at me and listened, like she was trying to figure me out.

"Your wife back at the campsite?," Don asked, obviously taking a hint from my wedding band.

"No, she doesn't like camping," I said. "Have to go camping by myself."

"Oh, too bad." We finished our coffee. They asked what campsite I was at, and said they might see me later.

"Great," I said. It was actually only about two hours later when they pulled up in their golf cart. "Wanted to come over and invite you to lunch. Just some grilled hamburgers and stuff. First time we've been to this park. Be nice to be able to talk to someone besides each other."

"Sounds great," I said. Don gave me his site number and I told him I'd meet them about noon. At noon, I made it over to Don and Angie's site. They had a fifth wheel camper and a nice campsite. Don already had the grill going. He offered me a drink and fortunately he had some bourbon so I took a bourbon on the rocks with a splash of water. It looked to me like Don was just drinking water while Angie was drinking white wine. It looked to me like she had changed clothes with different colored shorts and a button up blouse that seemed to fit her a little tighter than the shirt she had on earlier in the morning. Her hair was cut short. It was dark, almost black and blue eyes. She was definitely a pretty woman. Don started out by asking me what I did for a living.

"Used to do," I said. "Retired now. Used to do commercial construction. Sold the business a few years ago."

Don seemed impressed and he looked over at Angie who smiled approvingly it seemed. Don put the burgers on the grill. I noticed his was some kind of veggie burger. The lunch went well, and they were very pleasant. They didn't have any children together, but Don had two from a previous marriage. They confided they had been married almost twenty years. "Robbed the cradle, I did," Don said laughing.

Still, you know how you get a sense or a feeling that there's more to the story than what you are being told? I'm a good judge of character. You have to be to be in construction. And there was something I couldn't put my finger on, although I noticed a frequent look between Don and Angie that seemed to say they were communicating some message between them. At any rate, I spent a couple of really pleasant hours with them and enjoyed passing the time with them, and having a good lunch and a few bourbons.

It was just a few hours later that I became amazed at life and people. It's not that I'm a prude or naive, because I'm not, but at 62 there's a few things I've never experienced or thought about experiencing.

I like a good Margarita before dinner, so I had mixed me up a batch and was sitting outside reading a book, sipping on a Margarita, and trying to decide if I wanted to grill me a steak or barbecue some chicken when Don drove up by himself in his golf cart.

"Mind if I join you for a few minutes," he asked and I pointed to an empty chair a few feet from me. Don seemed a little nervous.

"Care for a Margarita," I asked holding mine up. "Can't," he said, and he sat down in the chair with a seemingly heavy heart.

"I guess you can tell I'm not well," Don started. "Three heart attacks in the last three years. Last one almost took me out. The next one surely will. Try to eat right and all that stuff, but it's genetic, you know. Not really anything I can do about it. Be lucky if I make it past next year." He paused. "Obviously, sex is out for me. Has been for some time. Angie is a wonderful woman and has been a wonderful wife and I've bought her all the toys she's wanted, but every few months she needs more. She's always had a high sex drive, but she's not a slut, and I love her enough to want her taken care of that way, in a way that I can't any more."

I have to tell you my mind was reeling, but I was also completely speechless. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This man was going to ask me to have sex with his wife.

Don continued, "She would never cheat on me, but I know how hard this is on her, so every few months I try to find someone to take care of her needs for a while, but we have rules. I find the person but she gets to say yes or no, and it can only be for one time. We didn't come to this camp site trying to find anyone. You were just an accident, but Angie likes you, and actually I like you and I would appreciate it if you would let me bring Angie over and let her spend the night with you."

"Don, you can't be serious."

"Jack, five years ago, if someone had told me I would be having a conversation like this, I would have told them they were crazy, but until you've walked in another person's shoes you can't know what you would do. I love my wife more than life itself, and it's because I do love her so much that I have to do this. So, please don't make me beg Jack. You'll never see us again. I can tell what kind of man you are. A decent man. One I can feel comfortable being with my wife.

I mulled this over in my mind. I did think of myself as a decent man, even if there was an occasional Betty in my life. We sat in silence for a long time.

"Okay," I finally said. Don seemed relieved. 'I'll bring Angie over right after dark and pick her up in the morning if that's alright."

"Sure," I said and Don was gone. After that, I really didn't want any dinner, so I just drank a little more, took a shower and changed into some fresh clothes. Right after dark, I heard the sound of Don's golf cart come and go, and then a soft knock on the RV door. I opened the door and Angie stepped in.

"Can we turn off the lights?" she asked and I flipped them off, only the soft glow of light from the outside campground filtering into the RV. "Got any wine," she asked, and I pulled a couple of bottles of white wine out of the refrigerator, grabbed a couple of wine glasses and poured us both a glass. "How about we just sit for a little bit," she said as she sat on the sofa in the very dim light. I sat down next to her. The dim light reflected off her tanned legs. We talked a little about what I can't tell you or remember. She didn't seem nervous. She kept her eyes on mine, and her mouth broke into a smile occasionally as we talked. We sat and drank our wine, and then a second glass. She undid the buttons to her blouse with her free hand and reached for my hand and put it on one of her naked breasts. I caressed her nipple and squeezed gently first on one breast and then the other. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. Her hand found my leg and then slid up to my already hardening cock. "Mmmm, " she said softly in the dark. "You know, Jack. I want to spend the night with you eating my pussy and me sucking on your cock, and fucking every way possible, but right now I've got to have a cock in my pussy or I think I'm going to explode." 

Unbelievably the words didn't come out like trash talk.  I was becoming mesmerized by this petite woman. I took the wine glasses and set them aside, and then in one easy motion I lifted her off the sofa, and set her on the floor.  Then I pushed her blouse off of her and undid her shorts and slid them to the floor.  I could tell she was wearing some bikini panties so I quickly pushed them off of her.  She was naked now, so I lifted her back up and took her to the king size bed in the back of the RV.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her lips against my face.  Gently, I laid her on the bed and then quickly undressed.

I slid onto the bed and her arms were back around my neck pushing her body up against me.  "Please, Jack.  Don't make me wait."

I didn't.  My cock was already hard.  I pushed her onto her back and came up between her legs.  I rubbed my cock into the folds of her pussy.  She was already extremely wet.  I pushed my cock into her tight pussy.  She wrapped her legs around my legs and pushed her pussy hard against me.  "Oh, God, Jack.  You're cock is so big and feels so good.  Please fuck me."

I started fucking her in a slow steady rythem.  She came quickly, her pussy reacting in little convulsions to her first orgasm, her body and hips undulating in little spurts beneath me as the orgasm coursed through her.  "Please don't stop Jack.  Keep fucking me with that big beautiful cock."

And I did.  She held onto me tightly with her arms and her legs, her hips moving up against me, her pussy devouring my cock with its tightness, her juices making sliding in and out of her a pure joy.  She came again, and then again, slowing for just an instant as the orgasm rolled over her, but then begging for more of my cock as I kept pounding her until I couldn't hold it any longer and I erupted in her and the sudden jerking of my cock sent her into a hard orgasm, and she moaned out loudly in the darkness.

I rolled off of her and laid beside her, my hands reaching out to caress her tits.  "That was great Jack.  Thank you."

We lay on the bed for a long while, petting each other like new lovers.  Then she got up out of the bed and reached for my hand and pulled me up off the bed and led me to the sofa in the living room.  My eyes had gotten accustomed the low light in the RV from the outside, and I got to admire the great body she had.  Not big tits, but well proportioned for her body, and firm and not sagging at all.

"I'm not letting you lay in there and go to sleep like some bear.  I need you all night tonight.  You can sleep tomorrow, but tonight you're mine and I plan to take full advantage of you all night long."

"I hope you do," I said, and she laughed one of her little laughs. 

She grabbed the wine bottle and refilled our wine glasses, and playfully nudged me back onto the sofa, handing me my glass of wine.  We sat in the dark.  She used her free hand to caress my chest and thighs while I petted her all over.  As I sat there with her in the dark, I realized that by accident I had come upon a woman I would have loved to have spent my life with.  Sensual, beautiful, intelligent, fun to be with.  It saddened me in that instant, that the woman of my dreams would only be a one night stand. 

"This is nice Jack.  It's been a long time since I've had this.  Don's found a few men to have sex with me, but this is different.  I hope you know I am madly in love with Don, and I can't imagine what this does to him, and I wish I was strong enough to resist these needs I have, but I can't.  If it was reversed, I know I would do the same for him.  That doesn't make this right, but I honestly believe he understands and does this for me out of a love I don't deserve."

"I think you're selling yourself short," I said.  "I've only known you for a few hours, but I am totally captivated with you and by you.  I think you are remarkable.  And if I was your husband I would want to do whatever I had to, to make you happy, whatever path it took."

She laughed her little laugh that had become so engrossing to me.

Her hand found my cock.  She had the best softest gentlest way of stroking my cock.  It began to stiffen again. 

"I want you to know I've never kissed any of those other men, but I want to kiss you," she said as she leaned forward and against me and placed her wine tasting lips against mine.  Then she rose over me as I sat on the sofa, found my cock and guided it into her pussy.  Out of normal reaction I started to move my hips upward.

"Nooooooo,"  she said soothingly.  "Be still and enjoy,"  and she placed her lips on mine, and her tongue found mine and we kissed deeply and longingly, with my cock deep inside her, and except for an occasional tightening of her pussy muscles or the pulsing of my cock, we stayed there for the longest content to pet each other and kiss in the darkness, until finally she got off of me, grasped my hand and pulled me to the bed.

When she had laid back on the bed, I moved between her legs and planted my face in her pussy.  I pulled her into my mouth and began to suck and run my tongue over her clit.  Then I slid two fingers into her tight pussy while I sucked on her clit.  She came almost immediately her body moving in mini convulsions as the orgasm took over.  She moaned and pushed her pussy harder against my tongue and face. 

"Oh, God, Jack.  You are so good," she whispered through another orgasm.  Suddenly she pulled away from me, and rolled me onto my back and then straddled me in a 69, taking my cock into her mouth while offering me up her pussy for more.

Her warm mouth slid up and down my cock which she held firmly but gently in her hand as she sucked and licked and did all kinds of wonderful things to my cock with her mouth and tongue, while enjoying my continued eating of her pussy.

"I need some more of your cock,"  she said coming up for air, and she turned and raised herself above me, and placed my cock in her pussy.  I reached between her legs and with my thumb and rubbed on her clit and she rose and descended in slow motion on my cock.  With my other hand I rubbed on her nipples, and massaged her breasts.

Her pussy had all the right moves as she moved her hips, fucking my cock like it had never been fucked.  I was about to cum but I didn't want to, so I rolled her off of me, turned her over and pushed my cock into her pussy from behind.

"God, Jack you feel amazing.  Please fuck me hard."

I held on to her hips and pummeled her pussy.  'Yes, Jack.  Don't stop."

Her ass felt good as I pounded her, my cock delving deep into her tight pussy.  She came in a series of small orgasms. 

"Come with me,"  I told her.

"Yes, Jack, yesssss."  And we both came in a mind blowing climax, both of us moaning from the intensity.

We collapsed onto the bed in a pile.  She reached for me and held on to me tight, still pushing her pussy up against my softening cock.

She kept her promise and kept me up the rest of the night.  Sometimes we fucked some more, and sometimes we just sat on the bed and caressed each other's bodies like new lovers unable to get enough of each other.

At about five in the morning, her cell phone rang once, and she got up and got dressed.  "Time for me to go, Jack."

I started to get up.  "No Jack.  Don't get up.  It's better this way."

"Will I ever see you again," I asked.

'I doubt it Jack, but give me your cell number.  Just in case."  I did and she punched it into her phone.

In a minute, I could hear the sound of a golf cart coming.  She wrapped her arm around my neck and kissed me deeply and longingly.

"Bye Jack," and she was gone.  The golf cart hurried away in the semi-darkness.

In mid morning, I rode by their camping spot but their camper was gone.

About two months later, I got an unexpected text from Angie. 

"Don passed away two weeks ago today.  He went quickly.  Got to figure out my life now.  Thanks for everything.  I won't ever forget you.  EVER."