Error of my ways.

Celeste

         One afternoon while my wife was babysitting the grand-kids over night, the doorbell rings and there stands Celeste Morgan.  She and her husband Bruce were friends of ours.  She was crying, both angry and upset over leaving him.  She had little or no funds and had no place to go.

         I asked her in; she kicks off her shoes and curls up on the love seat.  I offered her a drink and called my wife, because I am not a marriage councilor.  They spoke for over an hour before Betty told me to let her stay on the couch, over night.

         I’ve always felt something for Celeste and a bell of warning went off in my head.  All evening we talked and watched TV.  She always dressed seductively and that night was no different; a short leather mini skirt, shear black pantyhose and v-neck sweater blouse.

         We polished off half the Jack Daniels.  I offer her one of my wife’s nightgowns

         “Hun, I been sleeping au-natural all my life.”

         “Not if Betty walks in!”  I toss her one of Betty’s largest nightgowns.  “Wear this, I’ll be in the bedroom, knock if you need anything.”  She hugged me and we bid each other good night. 

         I also sleep in the nude, if I kept the bedroom door closed, why not do it.

         With a major buzz on, I fell right off and slept till 3 AM when I need to go to the bathroom.  The bathroom is just down the hall that leads to the living room.

         Forgetting she’s there, I open the door and quietly pad down the hall.  Suddenly realizing Celeste is sitting up, half lying on the couch, watching TV.  She was not wearing the nightgown. 

         I froze for a moment; like a deer in headlights, I’d never seen her naked and her body’s perfect.  In the dim light of the TV, the image was almost black and white. 

         She turns her head to look down the hall, we’re both naked, I sidestep into the bathroom and grab my robe.

         As I start to put it on I could hear her footsteps then she was beside me.  Shorter than Betty, almost like a child, she stops me from putting on the robe.  Celeste hugs me and the obvious uncontrolled response occurs. 

         “I need to be with someone, please, at least sit with me.”

         She takes my hand and leads me into the living room.  ‘Sleepless in Seattle’ was on and close to the end.  As she sat down, I asked, “Are you sure you want this to happen?”

         She pulled me down beside her; she pleaded, “Please!”

         In a moment she was on her knees before me, doing something Betty had never done.  It was a first time experience so intense and sensual, I didn’t want it to end.

         She sat down beside me and guided my head to that spot between her legs.  Betty would not admit to it, but oral drove her crazy and to the most complete orgasms.  She told me she didn’t like it, but over forty years, I knew better.  And she never complained after it was done.

         Celeste was the same way; in only a few minutes of tongue she was ready.

         With the bells of ‘this is so wrong’ and ‘I can’t do this’ ringing in my head, my body screamed “Do It!’  So with all the guilt gripping me, I kneeled down between her legs, took one of her gorgeous breasts in my mouth and entered her. 

         She immediately responded by wrapping her legs around me, locking me to her.  Her body was younger and fit; it brought back the vision of a younger Betty.

         I had not been this aroused or as hard in years.  She released her grip on me and laid her legs down.  “Switch, let me be on top?”

         I lay down and she straddled me, taking all of me in one thrust, pounding me and drawing her nails across my chest.  Looking at her leaning over me, her perfect breasts swaying before me, her nipples grazing my lips.

         Our hips worked in perfect unison, meeting and separating; like the well-oiled machine we had become, we worked faster and faster.  I could feel my conclusion approaching, I was about to explode when she stopped and lay down on me. Gripping my shoulders and pressing herself full on to me. 

         Her breathing was erratic, her whole body quivered with her release and her hips shook frantically.  Her core muscles gripped me like a vice, they pulsed with every wave of her orgasms and I ached for release.  The thought, ‘Bruce, you’re an idiot!’ flashed through my mind.

         She slowly relaxed her grip on me and started to rock her hips, slowly and deliberately on my rock hard post.  When I finally let go, I filled her with my ejaculate.  From the smile on her lips I knew she felt it too. 

         Betty must have known what happened, the couch smelled of our union for the rest of the week.  But she never said a word, Celeste moved back up state to her hometown and Bruce moved back into the city.

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