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Archive name: shes.txt (MF, reluc, rom, wife-cheat)
Authors name: Brighton (brightonpark@ameritech.net)
Story title : She's Moving Away 

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She's Moving Away 
by Brighton (brightonpark@ameritech.net)

***

My lovely neighbor and her husband are leaving the 
neighborhood. This sweet reserved lady has fascinated 
me for years. She doesn't know how attracted I am to 
well endowed women of, "a certain age". I must tell 
her. (MF, reluc, rom, wife-cheat)

Your e-mail responses are welcomed.

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Marilyn, the woman who lives next door, has always 
fascinated me. She's not a world class beauty, has a 
few wrinkles and is a little over weight but attractive 
to me none the less. 

As an empty-nester couple, she and her husband are 
involved with their church and a few civic and 
neighborhood projects as volunteers. I've been out to 
dinner with them a few times. Love her... can't stand 
him. He's a professional, religious snob. 

When I moved in about eight years ago, she and her 
husband welcomed me with a pot of coffee and some 
homemade bread. Her husband doesn't say much but she 
makes up for it by being so sweet and charming. 

One morning, about a month or so after I had settled 
in, I was looking out the kitchen window at nothing in 
particular when I saw her bring the household garbage 
to the curb for the weekly pick up. In the predawn 
light, I watched as she struggled with the big plastic 
container. 

She was wearing a long, white t-shirt that came down 
about mid thigh. 'My God.' I thought, 'My God. Look at 
her tits.' I had never noticed them before as I had 
only seen her in conservative garb and now, to see her 
in a t-shirt, I could see she had, not tits, but jugs. 
Really large, beautiful, hanging jugs.

She's a short little thing but her legs, what I could 
see of them, were quite shapely. I had always guessed 
her age to be about fifty or so but, 'Wow.' I thought, 
'What a nice body for a fifty something lady.'

For the rest of the day I couldn't forget the sight of 
her enormous breasts, jiggling and swaying under her t-
shirt, as she struggled with that big garbage can while 
she pulled and walked it down the driveway to the curb. 
I couldn't forget how her tits bounced freely as she 
quickly ran back up the driveway and into her house 
before, I'm sure she thought, anyone could see her 
dressed so scandalously.  

That memory was the inspiration for more than one 
masturbatory fantasy of mine for a number of years.

A few days ago, I was disappointed to learn that their 
place was up for sale. They were moving out of state to 
be closer to their children. Marilyn, and her big 
beautiful tits, would be gone from my life.

I arrived home from work one evening, just after dark, 
and saw the light on in Marilyn's garage. I strolled 
over, peeked in the window and saw the lovely woman 
sorting items to be packed for their move. She was 
wearing one of those wonderful long t-shirts that 
covered her down to about mid thigh and as she busied 
herself, I watched as those wonderful big tits swayed 
and jiggled as she worked.

After watching her for a few minutes, I finally got up 
the nerve to go to the side door of the garage, slowly 
open it and say a soft, 'Hi. Hubby got you doing this 
all by your lonesome?' 

After a startled, "OH!" she turned to me and smiled and 
said, "Brian, you startled me. Yes, I'll be doing this 
alone, for a few days anyway. He picked now to go on a 
retreat with the men's group from church. Uh... you 
know, I'm not really dressed for company right now 
so..."

'Oh, you look just fine.' I interrupted. 'With all you 
have to do, a baggy T-shirt on a hot Summer night in a 
hot garage is the perfect attire.' Smiling, I stepped 
into the garage, closed the door behind me and said, 
'And I'm here to help if you want me. Just let me know 
what I can do.'

"Okay Mr Helpful Neighbor, as long as you'll ignore my 
ratty outfit.'

'I promise.' I replied. 

As we looked at the chore at hand, she said, "And so it 
begins."

I paused a moment and replied, 'No. And so it ends.'

"I meant the packing. What did you mean? What ends?" 
she asked.

'You end. You leave. I don't get to see you anymore and 
that's a shame. I've really enjoyed you as a neighbor.'

"Oh. Well, that's sweet of you and I've enjoyed you as 
a neighbor too Brian but I'm sure another couple will 
be taking our place and you'll forget all about us."

'Marilyn, it's you I'm going to miss. Not you and your 
husband.'

"Are you serious? Why just me? Don't you like my 
husband?"

'I like your husband just fine. He's a nice man and a 
good neighbor but...'

"What?"

'Well, if I may say, he's not the one I've had a crush 
on for the past few years.'

"Yeah right! Wait a minute... are you serious? You've 
had a crush on me?"

'I still do Marilyn. It started with your being so nice 
to me when I moved in and how you look and all the 
chats we've had and well, everything.'

With a confused expression on her face, she replied, 
"How I look?"

'Yes, how you look. It's... well, you're a lovely... 
how should I say... your, your body, your figure... 
you're a good looking woman Marilyn. What man wouldn't 
have a crush on you?'

"Oh come on. You're kidding right?"

'No I'm not. Not at all. I don't think you know what a 
turn on you are.'

"You're crazy. What in the world makes me, of all 
people, a...uh... turn on?"

I hesitated for a moment and said, 'I really shouldn't 
have said that to you. I'm sorry. I've embarrassed you. 
I'll leave' 

As I started to leave, she said, "Now wait a minute 
buster you can't just start..."

'Do you really want me to tell you?'

"Well, maybe not. I don't know where this is going. 
But... really? You think I'm a turn on?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay, I'll bite. What makes me a turn on?"

After an uncomfortable pause, while I decided whether 
or not to say it, I quietly replied, 'Your breasts 
Marilyn. I'm sorry but... you have incredible breasts.'

Her face slowly flushed and her eyes widened as she 
heard me say the word, 'breasts'. Then she inhaled 
deeply and slowly exhaled the words, "Oh, Brian, that's 
naughty."

'Your big, beautiful, round, shapely breasts. There. I 
said it.'

"Really," she whispered, "that's very naughty of you to 
say that. You shouldn't say those things to me"

'And your legs. I have always loved watching you while 
you puttered about in the garden.'

"My Legs? You watched me?"

'Many times. And your ass.' 

"Oh! Oh my goodness Brian."

The word, 'ass' got her attention and she gasped again. 
'I have loved watching your ass as you would bend over 
to pull weeds or plant flowers. It's so nice... and 
round... and plump. Just like your beautiful breasts.'

"I-I had no idea... My God! Y-you watched me?"

I walked toward her and said, 'I'm sorry if what I'm 
saying is offending you but you're leaving and I wanted 
you to know that you're hot. You are a very, very hot 
lady.'

"But I'm over fifty years old. My husband doesn't... I 
mean, he didn't even think I was, as you say, 'hot' 
even when we were young. I mean my face has wrinkles 
and..."

'Your face is beautiful, your tits are beautiful, your 
legs are beautiful, your ass is beautiful, you... are 
beautiful.'

"My... tits. My husband has never used that word. Oh 
Brian. Oh my. You said, 'tits' You said my, 'tits."

'Yes Marilyn, your tits. Your enormous tits, your jugs, 
that are so wonderful, so big and so beautiful.'

"Jugs?"

'Yes Marilyn. Haven't you heard that word used to 
describe large breasts like yours?'

"I... uhhhh... no I guess not. Oh gee. Oh."

"Do you like that word? Jugs?'

Another wave of redness filled her face as she folded 
her arms across her chest as she replied, "I'm still 
having a hard time with the word, 'tits'.

'It's okay Marilyn I know you're a little flustered by 
all this and so am I and I apologize but... I have just 
loved looking at your tits so often over the years I 
had to tell you. I know it's wrong.'

"Yes Brian, it is wrong." As she spoke, her breathing 
began to quicken and she folded her arms tighter across 
her chest. 

'Marilyn,' I said softly, 'Relax. Unfold your 
arms...and relax. Go ahead, unfold your arms and put 
them at your sides?'

"Why?" she asked breathlessly.

'Because I've looked at your beautiful breasts so many 
times without you knowing it... I thought... I thought 
that... I mean I'd like you to know what it feels like 
to know a man, that's not your husband, thinks you're 
beautiful.'
After a long pause, the befuddled lady slowly lowered 
her arms and quietly replied, "...Okay but..."

'Shhhhhhhh,' I interrupted. 'Don't speak. Just let me 
look at you.'

Then stepping closer to her, I put my hands on her 
shoulders and looked into her eyes and then down to her 
enormous rack. "They're so lovely. So big. Do you see 
me looking at them? Does it make you feel hot that a 
man is standing just inches away from you, admiring 
your breasts?'

After a pause, she whispered, "It... feels... scary. I 
don't think..."

'Are you frightened of me?'

"Not of you but... I think you... I think that it's...'

As she tried searching for words, I put my hands around 
her waist and pulled her toward me, then reached behind 
her and ran my hands up and down her back. 

'No brassiere Marilyn?'

".......No." She replied softly.

'You don't need one.' Then, whispering, I asked, 'Does 
your husband like it when you don't wear one?'

Whispering back, she replied, "He doesn't care anything 
about it."

'But when he puts his hands around your rib cage, like 
this, and rubs his thumbs up and down under your 
breasts, like this. Do you like it?'

Looking down at her tits, as I fondled them, she 
gasped, "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh... no... he never Oh! ohhhhhh 
does this. Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhhh."

'Can you feel me touching the bottom of your tits with 
my thumbs Marilyn?'

"Ohhhhhhhh... yessssss... ohhhhh... yesss."

'Your tits feel so good Marilyn. Your tits feel so, 
really, really good.' As I toyed with her, I said, 'I'm 
going to put both my hands on your breasts and softly 
squeeze them Marilyn, is that okay? Can I make love to 
your pretty tits with my hands?'

I could feel her shudder and quietly continue to moan 
as I opened my hands and placed one on each enormous 
breast and gently squeezed them, taking her moans to 
mean that I could keep fondling her.

Through her t-shirt, I could feel her nipples and so 
gave them some attention. I pinched one of them lightly 
while I continued to fondle her other breast. Then, 
lightly pinched both of her nipples at the same time. 
Then I alternated between pinching and fondling.

Her head rolled back and she began panting. "Ahhhhhh... 
ahhhh... ohhhhh... ohhhhh. What are you doing to me? 
What are you... ohhhhhh!!"

'I'm making love to your tits Marilyn. I'm making love 
to you like your husband should. Do you like it? Do you 
like what I'm doing to you?'

"My husband... ohhhhh... He... ooooohhhmygod... he... 
ohhhhh."  

'Do you and your husband fuck Marilyn?'

"We... no we... oohhhh... don't use that word... 
ohhhh."

'What word Marilyn?' I asked as I continued to pinch 
and fondle her jugs, 'What word don't you use....tell 
me the word. Is the word, Fuck?'

"Yes, fuck! We don't say Fuck. I mean, that word."

'But you like saying the word Fuck today don't you 
Marilyn? Because your husband isn't here you can say it 
can't you? Say it Marilyn. Say Fuck.'

"Ohhhhhhhhh... FUCK! Ohhhh, FUCK! Oh... oh my... 
ohhhhhh FUCK!"

'Oh Marilyn... that word sounds so nice when you say 
it. Kiss me Marilyn and keep saying the word, Fuck. 
Ohhhhhhh yessss... ohhhhhhhhhfuck yes! Lick my lips 
Marilyn. Lick them. That's it. That's it. Give me your 
tongue. Give me your tongue so I can suck it! 
Ooohhhhh!!'

As I sucked her tongue in and out of my mouth and 
fondled her breasts, I whispered, 'Marilyn. I'm going 
to lift the front of your t-shirt now, to see your 
naked titties. Can I do that? Do I have your 
permission?'

"Y-Y-Yes!" she stuttered, "You... yes... you can. Pull 
my... yes I want you to look at them and touch them."

'That's nice sweetie. Raise your hands now sweetie, put 
them on the top of your head sweetie... go ahead. Top 
of your head. Keep kissing me. Keep kissing.'

As her hands raised, I grasped the bottom of her T-
shirt and slowly rolled it up over her breasts. They 
were beautiful. The tits on this older woman were 
enormous.

'My God Marilyn, they're beautiful. Your tits... your 
tits are so big... so beautiful, oh and you kiss so 
good... ohhhh your tits, your tits. Your titties are 
naked now aren't they sweetie.'

"Yes they are, my tit's are..."

I'm playing with them now and lifting them. Look down 
sweetie, look down at your beautiful titties, see how I 
lift them? See my big hands on your naked titties 
Marilyn? Tell me what I'm doing Marilyn, tell me...'

"You're squeezing them... ohhhhhhh."

'Squeezing what Marilyn, squeezing what? Tell me...'

"My... tits... my titties... your... 
squeezeingohhhhhhhhhhh."

'Yes, a man is squeezing and fondling your big titties 
isn't he? The man is not your husband is he sweetie?'

"No, you're not my husband... you're... it's... ohhh!"

'Do you wish your husband could see you now Marilyn? Do 
you?'

"Ohhhhhh... my husband... if he saw me now... 
ohhhhh..."

"And your children Marilyn? What would they think if 
they saw me playing with your beautiful, naked breasts, 
hmmmm?'

"Ohhhhh dear! My children... they... ohhhhh."

Her moaning turned into rapid panting as I played with 
her tits and her mind. I glanced down to see the rest 
of her body, to discover that she was wearing only 
panties. She started shaking and grunting and then let 
out a loud gasp as my right hand went down and slipped 
between her legs. I began a slow sawing motion over her 
panty covered cunt and then flicked my middle finger 
back and forth over her clit.

"My fingers are playing with your pussy now Marilyn. Do 
you like it? I can feel your special button. Your clit 
Marilyn. You're very naughty aren't you? You're only 
wearing panties out here in the garage and you look so 
sexy. I'm feeling your pussy with my fingers, do you 
like it? Tell me Honey, do you like it.?'

"Ahhhhhhh, yes Honey. Ohhhhhhhh yes Honey." She 
breathlessly replied.

'Would you like me to keep playing with your pussy 
Marilyn? Would you?'

"Play with it. Yes, play with it... play with it... 
play with my pussy." She was off in another world. 
"Call me Honey again, please... please call me Honey 
again. My husband never..."

'Okay Honey, I'm going to slip my hand down the front 
of your panties now Honey., is that what you want me to 
do?'

"Yes! That's what I want you to do. Yes... put your 
hand inside my panties. Your hand is... ohhhhh your 
fingers are... ohhhh.... yes, feel me."

My hand slipped inside her panties and down the front 
of her tummy to her hairy snatch.

"OH!" She gasped. "OH! OH! OH! OH! OH MY GOD! OH MY 
GOD! It's good... it's good... it's good... it's good."

I played with her snatch hair by curling it around and 
around my fingers, until one of my circling fingers 
slipped between her pussy lips. Her head fell back and 
her eyes rolled up into their sockets when she felt it 
begin to slowly enter her.

As I started a slow, pussy, finger fuck, I whispered, 
"Should I go now Honey... Marilyn? Do you want me to 
leave now... or should I stay? Tell me what you want 
Honey."

This delightful, older lady couldn't speak coherently 
but her grunts and sighs made me finger fuck her a 
little faster and a little deeper. She was now 
responding by undulating her hips as I thrust in and 
out of her. She was very wet and soft down there, 
perhaps like never before. And tight. Very tight.

'Do you hear the sweet, juicy sounds that my finger is 
making as I slip it in and out of your pussy Marilyn? 
Do you hear it?'

"Ohhhhhhhh oh! Oh! Oh." Was her only response.

'I'm giving your beautiful, hairy pussy a finger fuck 
Honey, do you like you hairy pussy being finger 
fucked?'

"Yesssss! Finger fuck! Finger fuck! Oohhhhh... finger 
fucking me."

'Yes, my finger is fucking you. Is it good Honey?'

"It's good. It's... Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh, it's..."

As I drove my finger into her deeper and deeper, I 
resumed fondling her breasts with my other hand, a 
little more aggressively now and she seemed like she 
was going to go over the edge with the attention I was 
giving her breasts and her cunt. I leaned down and 
started applying soft wet kisses to her face. She 
responded like an animal, sucking and biting my tongue 
viciously as she took it in and out of her mouth. She 
was no longer the polite, church going, civic minded, 
neighbor lady I had known these past eight 
years.....she had allowed herself to become a fuck toy. 
A sweet, 53 year old, big titted, Fuck Toy. And I told 
her so.

'Marilyn, Marilyn? Do you know what you are Honey?' I 
put my lips to her ear and whispered, 'you're a Fuck 
Toy.' I licked the inside of her ear and repeated the 
words, 'You're a Fuck Toy. You're a Fuck Toy. You're a 
Fuck Toy.' over and over again as I fucked her ear with 
my tongue. Does your husband know that you're a Fuck 
Toy?

I put a second finger into her cunt and she gasped at 
this new sensation. Her knees wobbled and then began to 
buckle but I held her up and slowed my fingers down. As 
she regained her balance she surprised the hell out of 
me when she whispered, "Keep your fingers still, I want 
to fuck them." 

With my fingers held stiffly inside her cunt, she 
spread her feet and planted them flat on the floor and 
slowly started to bounce. Then, bouncing a little 
faster she began a low throaty wail as she moved her 
ass up and down over my fingers. 

"Oh! Oh! I'm a fuck toy. OH! OH! OH! A fuck toy. 
I'm....OH! OH! OH! OH!"

She was incredible! Her stupid husband! Her stupid, 
fucking husband has been married to this... this... 
Fuck toy and doesn't even know it!

"Take out your cock! Take out your cock." She kept 
repeating, "Take out your cock! I wanna see it! I wanna 
see it! I wanna see a cock! I wanna see it!"

I managed to keep my fingers inside her pussy while I 
hurriedly undid my zipper, reached in and pulled out my 
cock.

"I wanna touch it! I wanna touch it! I wanna touch a 
cock! I wanna touch a cock!"

She had gone mad. Pushing my fingers out of her cunt, 
she fell to her knees and put her face just inches from 
my stiff, bobbing dick. Her eyes crossed as she got 
closer. Then looking up into my eyes, she whispered, 
"Can I give you a kiss down here? Can I kiss it?"

I nodded a slow yes and she kissed it. Then she kissed 
it again. And again. Then she rubbed her face around on 
it, paused and said, "The tip of it is sticky. Can I 
kiss it where it's sticky?"

I nodded again and she placed her sweet lips on the tip 
of my dick and kissed my pre cum till it formed a 
string between her mouth and my cock. Looking up at me 
again she licked her lips and said softly, "I like it. 
What do I do now?"

'Lower your jaw and let me put it inside your mouth.'

"Inside my mouth?"

'Yes.'

After a deep sigh, she opened wide and I stepped in a 
little and placed my cock between her lips. 'Now lick 
the tip.' As she did, I told her to keep licking as I 
slowly entered her mouth. She did. And it was wonderful 
feeling her tongue wagging against the underside of my 
cock.

I didn't know how far into her mouth I could go so I 
proceeded slowly. After inserting about three inches, 
she coughed, gave a little gag and her eyes grew wide 
and filled with tears. I pushed in a little more and 
she began breathing heavily through her nose. I pulled 
out and asked if she was okay.

She gave a nod, said, "I've never done this." and with 
her big eyes starring up into mine, she opened her 
mouth wide again. So I put it in again. A little 
further this time and told her to, 'Suck it.' And she 
sucked my cock while I slowly fucked her sweet little 
face.

After a minute or so, I wrapped my hands around her 
head and grasped it firmly. The excitement of fucking 
this sweet lady's mouth brought me close to ejaculating 
and I didn't know if I could control myself. But 
instead of trying to, I began to make her suck my cock 
faster and faster by controlling her head. I didn't 
want to hurt her but I was losing it. I could feel the 
cum welling up in my balls on its way out of the tip of 
my cock. 

She could tell I was losing it and tried to pull her 
mouth off my cock but I wouldn't let her! I held her 
tight and kept fucking her faster and faster! I was 
cumming! "I'm sorry!" I screamed. "I'm sorry. I can't 
stop it! I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your mouth! Oh God 
I'm so sorry! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" 

It felt so horribly evil knowing that I was filling 
this sweet lady's mouth with my cum. 

When I was finally spent, I was so ashamed that I got 
down on my knees to face her and ask for her 
forgiveness. She knelt before me, her mouth shut tight 
with little dribbles of my cum leaking out of the sides 
of her lips. As I began to speak, she put a finger to 
my lips for me to be quiet, and slowly pushed me down 
on my back. Then straddling me, with her cheeks still 
filled with my cum, she put her mouth on mine and put 
her tongue between my lips. I knew what she wanted. I 
parted my lips and felt my hot, sticky cum being 
dripped slowly into my mouth.

When her mouth emptied into mine, I rolled her over on 
her back, straddled her and replaced the cum back into 
her open mouth. This time, with a quiet gulp, she 
swallowed.

We didn't speak. We just breathed heavily and looked 
into each other's eyes. Then I slowly inched my way 
down her body, lifted her legs and put them on my 
shoulders. I buried my face between her thighs and 
proceeded to perform slow and romantic oral sex on her 
sweet, hairy pussy.

I brought her to orgasm slowly with my tongue and then 
brought her to orgasm again with my tongue and the tip 
of my finger gently inserted in her asshole. She was 
wild. She had never had an orgasm.

Her excitement was cause for me to become fully erect 
again but this time I fucked her cunt. It was 
wonderful. She was wonderful. Her husband is a fool.

And you dear reader, how is your wife. And are you a 
fool too? 

END

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