Wife’s sexy adventure with grandad Maurice, part 2

I must admit that I couldn’t help thinking about how Maurice had felt Sue’s perfect little bum the day before and then got so excited just by kissing her that he came in his trousers, but then I thought, of course that could happen, he had been alone for many years, and there he was in the hallway of his own home with a stunning young redhead who was clearly attracted to him. It must have felt like a dream. On the first two occasions when they had just kissed Sue had been quite giggly about the game when talking about it afterwards, but after Maurice had cum against her leg she was more silent, it seemed to me that she didn’t want to talk about it. That could mean only two things, either she regretted it and perhaps felt a little ashamed and was having second thoughts about the game we started, or she had been sexually aroused and was taking it a lot more seriously. On the fourth day I would find out which of the two was true. During our day at the beach and shopping afterwards, I was constantly thinking about what had already happened, but when I tried to talk about it, Sue was almost dismissive. All that had happened, she said, was that they had kissed again and Maurice got a bit over-excited. She was playing it down but now and again during our outing she seemed distracted and I imagined she was thinking about it too. We were out most of the day and when I drove us back to the cottage, I caught a glimpse of Maurice watching us discreetly from the side of his front window and I also caught Sue acknowledging him with just a glance in his direction, and blushing slightly when she realised I had seen her, as if I had intruded in a stolen moment of intimacy between them. At that moment I wondered if the game would go on, if I wanted it to, if Sue wanted it too, or if what had happened the previous day was enough for either of us, or both of us.... it was about 9pm that evening, just when it was getting dark, that I broke the tension and said, as cheerfully as I could, ‘aren’t you going to give Maurice his goodnight kiss’’ and Sue got up from watching television and said “I suppose I better” again in a matter of fact way, but it felt to me that she had been waiting for my clearance. And she even gave me a peck on the cheek as she left, saying she would be back in 20 minutes. Well, it was more like 40 before she returned and during that time I was like a dog on heat, pacing the room and even putting my ear to the wall at times but hearing nothing. I imagined all kinds of wildly exaggerated things, but then remembered, as Sue had put it, that apart from some groping of her ass (a sexy enough thought) all that had happened was that Maurice had got a bit over-excited as they kissed and cum in his trousers. When she did return, there was nothing apart from a slightly flushed look to suggest that the game had reached a new level. I tried to be calm but it was only a matter of minutes before I had locked her in a kiss and said to her, well, how did that go.Sue gave what seemed to me like a nervous little laugh and I said “well, tell me”. She gave that same nervous laugh again and I said ‘did he cum again’ and she said “no, the other way round.” I asked her what she meant and she said that after they had chatted for a bit, as usual, Maurice invited her to sit beside him on the sofa and when she did he put his arm around her and started kissing her, feeling her ample tit through her dress at the same time. This was the first time that their nightly kiss had not happened standing up, at his doorway, and she was soon aware of his hand on her thigh, under her summer dress. Slowly but quite deliberately his hand crept up her thigh until he she felt the back of his palm against her pussy. I asked her if she felt excited and she said yes, she did, and then he was cupping her pussy through her knickers. And then he manoeuvred it inside her knickers and eased two or maybe three fingers inside her. I said she must have been wet for him to do that so easily and she said she always got wet when her pussy was being felt. I was now imagining the scene, with an obviously stiff cock which I think encouraged Sue to tell me more, and she proceeded to tell me how he had gently pushed her down on the sofa and lay alongside her as he removed her knickers and began to slowly finger her gorgeous fiery redhead pussy, I could imagine it’s pink lips glistening with her own juices as his long hairy fingers slid in and out. By now Sue was wanking my cock as she whispered the details, taking confidence from my obvious arousal, the kind of horniness I was feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt before, as if every sensation, was magnified.
I know how much she enjoys being fingered, sometimes it seems she cums more intensely and more passionately that way than when we are fucking, and she painted a n erotically-charged picture of her lying on her back with her knees bent, her legs open, her dress around her waist as she enjoyed the intense pleasure of being skilfully fingered to not one but two glorious orgasms, one following the other like tidal waves. It was just a straightforward fingering session, sometimes a bit slow for her liking but she said that he could sense her growing excitement and would finger her faster and more urgently, watching her hips rise to meet him as his fingers thrashed around inside her. The very fact that this old man next door had seen my wife’s wet slit with her legs sidecar open was a turn-on for me, let alone the fact that he had joined the small number (at that stage) of men who had got into her knickers and put a something up her. I desperately wanted to feel that perfect pussy, more than I had ever done I think, and when I did, it was a surprise to feel that she had not bothered to put her virginal white knickers back on after leaving Maurice and that her hairy red bush all crinkly from her drying juices, a different feeling from what I expected, I thought she would just be exceedingly juicy and wet from the fingering and she told me this was because Maurice had picked up her knickers from the floor afterwards and wiped her pussy d**g with them, before putting them in his pocket, no doubt to place under his pillow or somewhere even closer as he slept. That night I emptied my aching balls in Sue’s gorgeous pussy but me favourite and most arousing moment was when she lay back and asked me to finger her like Maurice had done, and she responded in such a horny hot and passionate manner when I told her to remember how she felt when Maurice was doing it. I knew the game would go on.
i wondered why he had not tried to ride her, but Sue said that for her that would be crossing the line.. I agreed but said he would probably try at some stage ... and anyway, she had felt for his cock at one stage, just out of instinct and it was only semi-hard in his trousers and he had more or less pushed her hand away as he concentrated on fingering her. “Don’t forget he’s in his 70s and he did cum yesterday” said Sue, and that made sense. Still, the pleasure he must have got from hearing her moans of pleasure and watching his fingers slide in and out of her young and soaking red hairy pussy must have been immense, and I wondered what he was thinking about in the little cottage next door. Perhaps “what will happen next.”