Riley and I had sex at least twice a month for the next couple of months. Most of the time, we were at my apartment. I asked if her parents suspected us when we did it at their house. Riley laughed and said she didn’t think so.

When I would go pick her up, her mother seemed to want to sit and talk for a bit. Usually, it was the usual small talk about different subjects.

One Saturday, Riley and I had planned to go to a festival at a nearby town. Usually, Riley was dressed and ready to go, but this day, she was running late. Her mother answered the door and invited me inside. She was smiling and seemed happy about something.

I guess that’s better than having a mad woman meeting me at the door.

She was dressed in some light blue shorts, that didn’t have a tight fit nor too short. Her blouse was white cotton and loosely unbuttoned, showing a bit of her chest.

Riley’s mother, if you recall from the previous entry, is tall, with small breasts and similar attributes to Riley. After a few times of visiting and conversations, she told me to call her Beth.

As Beth led me into their den, she bent over to move some magazines. I caught a glimpse of one of her nipples, as she bent down.

When she put away the magazines, Beth sat across from me on the sofa and asked about the festival. As I talked, she leaned back on the couch and re-positioned her legs to get comfortable.

Her shorts opened enough, that I thought I caught a glimpse of her shaved pussy.

I blinked, not sure if I saw what I thought I saw.

Beth kept talking, like nothing happened.

Riley came in the den a few minutes later and we left to the festival.

I asked her where her father was, as I didn’t see him. She said, “Oh, he went to their second house last night. There were some things needing repairing and he wanted to get an early start.”

She passed it off, saying he often goes alone, leaving her and her mother at home.

We had a good time at the festival, and I dropped Riley off later that evening. I noticed Riley’s father had returned.

When I got back to my apartment, Riley called.

“My dad wants to know if you are going to be busy next week.”

I replied, “Not too busy, why?”

There were some carpentry tasks needed at their second house and Riley’s dad wouldn’t be able to do the work. They wanted me to do the tasks and would pay me. I agreed and asked them if Monday would be a good time for me to start.

I heard Riley talking to her parents over the phone, and Riley’s mother said Monday would be great and she could bring me there.

I let my dad know what I was going to do, and he said things would be OK, as our workload had slowed.

Monday morning, I packed some of my tools and drove to Riley’s parents’ house. Riley greeted me at the door and invited me inside.

They were having breakfast and fixed me a plate.

While we ate, Riley’s father explained what he needed done and advised me that the tasks could take a couple of days.

After breakfast, Riley’s father left for his office and Riley kissed me bye, then she left for her classes. I sat in the kitchen, as Beth prepared herself.

She came into the kitchen after a few minutes, dressed in a denim dress and sandals.

“OK, I think we’re ready,” Beth smiled as she grabbed her purse.

Outside, Beth saw my car, and recommended putting my tools in her SUV and she would drive us.

The trip took about two and a half hours, due to the heavy Monday traffic. Beth was in a good mood and talked about how the house came into their possession.

The house was roughly seventy years old, and belonged to a former politician, who owned approximately one hundred acres. Half of the acreage was sold off by the man’s heirs after he died. They divided land into twenty-five, two acre lots and kept the rest among themselves, but sold the house.

The house sat in the middle of one of the lots, with large trees surrounding the borders and a gravel driveway. It was built with brick and had wood framed windows, with a large wooden porch that wrapped partially around the house. A large, brick chimney was on one end of the house. There was a large wooden deck that was partially covered in the back of the house that was in good condition and didn’t need work.

The front and a side wooden porch support beams were beginning to catch rot and some of the planks needed replacement, as Beth showed me, during the walk-around. I told Beth I recommended to sand the porch after replacing some of the planks, then seal the wood with a high-grade sealant.

Beth mentioned a lumber and hardware store in the town nearby, where we could purchase the material. We took measurements and made a list, then set off to buy what we needed.

We had a light lunch at a small café after we found most of the materials we needed and ordered the rest to be delivered. When we returned to the house and put the materials on the porch, Beth looked at her watch.

She said, “We should stop for the day. How about you pack some extra clothes, and you spend the next couple of nights here. That way you won’t have to drive four hours.”

The idea surprised me, but Beth was correct.

Beth showed me around the house and told me to make myself at home. She handed me the house keys and we went home.

I stopped by my father’s shop that evening and loaded one of the trucks with a table saw and a couple of sanders I needed to re-finish the wooden porch that surrounded the house. I told him I would be a week at the house.

The next day, I got an early start and began work. Beth had the hardware store deliver the support beams and they arrived mid-morning. The delivery man was the owner of the store, and he chatted about the house and its history. He saw I was wanting to begin sealing the deck planks and beams, realized he was holding me up, grinned, and left.

That evening, I found a small grocery store and bought some food, drinks, and beer.

I didn't have any problems sleeping in one of the bedrooms, as the night was almost too quiet.

By the end of the second day, I finished installing the beams and removed and replaced most of the damaged deck planks.

Ariel called every night and we talked for over an hour each time.

I finished installing the planks, and began sanding the deck on the third day, getting most of the front and one side completed. That evening, I was soaking in the tub, and sipping on my second beer. The day’s work was exhausting, and the place was peaceful and relaxing.

I must have dozed off, when I was startled by someone saying, “Hello?”

I sat up in the tub, and I heard Beth calling out my name.

She came to the doorway, wearing white shorts and a pink blouse, smiling.

My face must have blushed.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself,” Beth spoke as it was too late to cover myself.

The water was a little soapy, but clear enough to see through.

Beth entered the bathroom and closed the toilet seat and sat on it.

“I’m impressed with the work you’ve accomplished, so far. You’ve been a busy beaver!” She smiled.

I caught her eye looking at my crotch and I tried not to let my cock stir.

We talked a few minutes about some of the work that may need attending to sometime in the future. But that didn’t help with the feelings I was trying to squash inside.

Beth stood up and walked out of the bathroom. This gave me the opportunity to dry off and put on some shorts and a t-shirt.

She was outside on the porch when I found her.

“I find when I’m here, there’s a lovely sunset and when there’s no moon, the stars are brighter. Things back in the city seem to disappear,” Beth sighed.

She turned toward me and put her arms on my shoulders. Not thinking, I put my hands on her hips and kissed her.

Sometimes instincts take over without thought.

Yes, this was happening.

Beth took my hand and led me inside.

I had never been with an older woman, especially a married woman. But there’s a first time for most anything.

We undressed and laid on the master bed, kissing. Using my fingertips, I lightly caressed her sides and back as she laid on top of me. Beth’s ass was firm and round, a bit larger than Ariel’s. I squeezed it hard and pulled her in closer to me.

Beth leaned up and put her hard and long nipples in my mouth, as she grinded her pussy on my hard cock.

She moved down and began to kiss the swollen head of my cock and then began to suck on it. I held her head in my hands and massaged her scalp with my fingertips.

Before I could reach an orgasm, Beth moved up and kissed me some more.

It was my turn.

I slowly began to kiss Beth’s neck, then between her breasts. I took my time on each of her nipples. They were sensitive to my licking and poked out and stiff.

Then, as I kissed Beth’s navel and pubic area, she flinched, and her hips bucked. I parted her legs and her shaved pussy smelled sweet. I licked around her pussy lips and kissed her inner thighs.

The foreplay became too much, and Beth pulled my face into her pussy.

I began to lick and suck on her clit, and she began to climax almost immediately.

Using my fingers and tongue, with Beth pulling my hair, I brought her to larger climaxes until she couldn’t take anymore. She pushed me off, moaning and breathing heavily for a moment.

I took advantage of her open legs, laid between them, and slowly inserted my cock.

As I began to start a rhythm, Beth wrapped her legs around my waist and tightened up her muscles. I didn’t last very long, before I reached my climax and unloaded inside.

We lay for a few minutes, and Beth kissed me.

“You better get some rest, as you’ve been busy,” she said quietly.