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Chapter Five

A few days later I received a text message from Nikki, she asked how I’d been getting on. I called her and after the pleasantries, I told her about my experiences, with Sarah, and Carol, and thanked her for her beautiful and kind review that she had left on my page. I had also left her a review once I had figured out how to do it.

I asked her how she had got on since we’d met. She replied that she hadn’t had any more encounters. I wondered why that was, and when I pushed her she told me that she didn’t think that it was for her. I asked her what made her think that and what she told me surprised me.

“Because, I can’t stop thinking about you, James.”

I didn’t reply for a few moments, because, although I had denied it to myself, I’d thought about her many times since we’d met, but I’d told myself that this place wasn’t the place where you met people to fall in love.

I sighed. “Well, Nikki, I have too. You’ve been on my mind a lot.” I replied.

It was quite an awkward moment and I wasn’t sure how to play it out and we talked about why we went onto the site, and what we expected from it, and both of us agreed that we hadn’t gone onto the site to find love.

“And you’ve made it clear that you aren’t looking for a relationship.” She reminded me, her voice displaying the disappointment that she was trying so hard to hide.

And she was right, I’m not, I wasn’t, but now, well, I wasn’t sure.

I managed to avoid being drawn into asking to meet her again, I needed to think, and I felt that she was doing the same on the other end of the phone.

“Listen, Nikki, can I call you after the weekend?” I asked.

She agreed and we ended our call.

I stared at my mobile as I sat on the sofa.

“What the hell was that?” I said to myself.

I stood and walked over to my favourite photo of me and Sally that stood permanently on the mantle-piece above the fire. I picked it up and brushed my fingers across the glass.

“I think I’m getting out of my depth honey. This only started as a bit of fun, but it’s starting to get complicated.” I sighed and brushed my fingertips across the eyes of my late wife staring back at me. “What am I doing honey? This is not me, you know me. But is it wrong that I’m enjoying it?” I placed the frame down onto the mantle and turned away.

Monday arrived, and I had enjoyed a quiet weekend. I had looked in on the site, more out of curiosity than anything else and had been delighted to read a very positive set of comments from Carol, with input from her husband Peter.

After a quiet morning, I finished everything that I had to do around the house and was contemplating what to make for lunch when I received a text message from Nikki asking me if I still wanted to meet for coffee. I didn’t have to think too long about it and replied that I would be glad to meet her and we made arrangements to meet at the place where we first met in an hour.

Coffee turned into lunch. The café also served delicious food, and I enjoyed a lovely lasagne and a side salad and time passed quickly as we chatted, learning more about each other. We moved on to the pub a few doors away and continued to chat and enjoy each other’s company.

As we talked, I was conscious that I was fighting myself, I could feel myself being drawn in and although we had already been intimate, I was starting to notice the tiny details about her that I had missed before.

She had the clearest, blue eyes, really bright and almost hypnotic, I had to tear myself from them. She may have been in her fifties, but she had the skin of a much younger woman, and when she smiled, she looked even younger. Of course, I knew what lay underneath the clothes she wore, and I couldn’t understand what would drive someone to cheat on a woman as beautiful and as nice as her.

I must have been staring, because I felt her hand on mine, and heard her say my name. I looked at her.

“Did you hear me?” She asked.

I sighed and apologised and assured her that she had my full attention. She rolled her eyes and leaned forward.

“I said, how would you feel about you and I meeting up again?” She stared into my eyes.

“Another coffee meet?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“No. I was thinking,” she lowered her voice, “another meeting, for, you know, sex.” She whispered.

I hadn’t expected that and I hesitated for a second before replying.

“If you’re sure, then I’d love to Nikki,” I whispered back.

She smiled and let go of my hand, and sat back as I looked at her, she seemed to be much more relaxed, now that she had got the embarrassing business out of the way. I was excited too, I hadn’t expected this when I agreed to meet her, and I started to think about the decision that I’d made to agree to it. Another meeting takes this relationship a little closer than I had intended when I had started this adventure.

As I finished my coffee I looked up.

“So, when would you like to get together Nikki?” I asked.

She looked at me, we stared at each other for a second or two.

“How about now?” She said softly.

My heart beat a little faster and I didn’t have to think about it.

“I’d love to,” I replied.

As before, she followed me home and pulled her car next to mine on the drive.

I was now an old hand at this and once we were inside the house I took over. I didn’t offer her a drink like last time, we both knew why we were here, and I didn’t want to act like it was anything other than the arrangement it was.

I took her hand and led her upstairs, I could feel her fingers trembling as I held her hand softly. Inside my bedroom, I turned and took her in my arms and she smiled nervously as she slid her hands around my waist. I smiled and brushed my fingers across her face, she sighed.

“You look so good Nikki,” I whispered.

I kissed her, and she moaned softly as I slid my hands around her and pulled her against me. My tongue slid past her lips and sought out her own, before dancing and toying with it inside her mouth. As she gripped my waist, she pulled me into her and she ground herself against me, I knew that she would be feeling my hard cock press into her.

She pressed her lips against mine and whilst our tongues danced inside her mouth I reached behind and began to slide down the zip on the back of her summer dress. I pushed it open and slid my fingers inside and let them caress over her soft skin. She pulled her lips from mine and sighed.

“Oh, James I need you so bad!” She moaned.

I smiled and looked into her eyes.

“Can I ask you something?”

She nodded, her breathing quickening.

“Do you like doggy?” I whispered.

She grinned.

“I do.” She replied.

I reached down and pulled at her dress and it slowly raised her body. She lifted her arms in the air and I continued to lift her dress up and over her head. I tossed it onto the chair and slid my hands over her body. She began work on removing my shirt, whilst I traced my fingers across her stomach and I smiled as she shivered.

Soon, I was in my boxers, and she was stood in her bra and panties. But, unlike our last meeting, she had been anticipating this and wore a beautifully sexy, pink bra and panties which I couldn’t wait to get off her.

I pulled her close and kissed her passionately.

“Oh god, Nikki! You’re so..” I paused.

She looked at me.

“So what?” She prompted.

I smiled. “So fucking sexy!” I cried and picked her up and we both fell onto the bed in a pile of arms and legs. She giggled and squealed as I rolled her onto her back and leaned over her.

I couldn’t wait, and without any finesse, I pushed her bra up and over her breasts and dropped my mouth onto her nipple whilst my fingers squeezed her other breast and pinched the nipple between my finger and thumb.

She groaned and ran her fingers through my hair, her hard nipples felt like bullets between my fingers and my lips. As I sucked and tweaked her nipples her fingers clenched and gripped my hair and she pulled my head tighter to her breast.

“Oh god James, this is fantastic. Don’t stop!” She begged.

I had no intention of stopping, I was so turned on and what I wanted to do was to flip her over and fuck her hard. I knelt up and looked down onto her, laid on her back, her chest heaving, her bra pushed over her breasts, her eyes pleading with me.

“Why have you stopped?” She panted.

I stared at her.

“Turn over,” I said.

She looked back at me, and for a moment I wondered whether I had been too controlling, remembering what she had told me about her ex-husband. I was about to apologise when she smiled and rolled over onto her belly.

I was too far gone to stop and be soft and romantic now, I reached out and placed my hands on her hips and raised her, and with her help, I soon had her knelt on the bed with her bum in the air.

She lowered her head onto the bed and sighed.

“Oh god James, this is so hot. Please fuck me hard.” She sighed.

I hadn’t heard her talk like this before, but it turned me on even more.

I slid my fingers into the side of her panties and slowly pulled them down, over her hips and to her knees and gazed and a beautiful, pale bum cheeks. I could just see a few of her blonde hair peeking out from underneath, along with the puffy folds of her pussy. I reached out and cupped my hand under her, my fingers slid between the swollen lips of her pussy, she was soaked. As I caressed my fingers between them she moaned and writhed against them, then she gasped when I slid a finger deep into her wet and warm pussy.

“Oh, hmmmmm.” She moaned.

I slowly worked my finger inside her, resulting in more moaning and wriggling against my hand.

I could wait no longer. With my free hand, I pushed down my boxers, revealing my hard cock which sprang free. I removed my finger from her, with the accompanying moan of disappointment, which was soon replaced by a long, low deep moan of pleasure as I guided my hard, fat cock between her legs and found her entrance. Then, without pausing, I pushed forward and thrust my cock deep inside her.

She gasped and threw her head back as I plunged deep into her. I noticed her hands formed tight fists and gripped onto the duvet cover as I thrust deep into her. My hands gripped her hips as I settled my legs either side of hers and started to thrust into her with some force.

I looked down onto her smooth back as she rocked to and fro as I slammed my cock into her surprisingly tight, wet pussy. She moaned and cried out, her head lowered onto the bed, raising her bum more as I slammed into her. Our bodies slapping together, the noise of the moist, warm flesh filling the room as I fucked her hard.

This was lust-driven sex, I hadn’t fucked like this with my late wife for a long, long time, not since we were a lot younger, and I soon got into my rhythm and was thrusting deep into her. Any concerns that I may have held about this sex reminding her of the bad times with her ex-husband were soon banished when I felt her thrusting back to meet me and urging me on.

It was turning into a fantastic fuck, and both of us were soon lost in the moment as we both fucked each other as hard as we could. I don’t know how long it lasted, but it was over far too soon. I felt my legs start to shake and that familiar tingling sensation somewhere deep within my groin and I knew I was going to come.

I gripped her hips tighter, she must have sensed it, she seemed to push back at me harder and I groaned.

“Oh fuck Nikki, I’m going to come!” I cried.

She turned her head back.

“Give it to me James!” She panted.

And I did, one final thrust and I threw my head back and groaned as my cock swelled and then cum burst from the time and flowed deep into her pussy, which I swear I could feel milk the cum from me. She clenched and unclenched her pussy muscles as my cock jerked and spasmed inside her and cum flew from the head and coated the walls.

I leaned over her back, my sweating body pressed against hers as we both panted and gasped for air as my cock finished its spasms, and the last drop of cum was deposited into her wet, waiting pussy.

I kissed the back of her neck softly, she moaned and pressed her face into the pillow.

“That was amazing.” She sighed softly.

I agreed and stroked my fingers across her soft, moist skin as I slowly knelt up. My softening cock slipped from her, a bead of creamy cum dribbled out and dripped onto her thigh. I looked down on her as she rolled onto her side and smiled up at me.

“Thank you. That was perfect.” She whispered.

She looked so beautiful as she rolled onto her back, her body seemed to shimmer in the after-glow of our sex. As I looked at her, my eyes scanned her body, she was in good shape and had a great body, but my eyes were drawn to her pussy. I could see small beads of moisture on the blonde hairs that surrounded it, and her lips were swollen, she was aroused. I smiled and without saying anything I gently parted her legs and began to kneel.

I felt her hand on my head, I looked up.

“Are you sure James? I mean, you’ve just come.” She whispered.

I smiled and nodded. I know a lot of guys hated tasting their cum, but Sally and I had enjoyed many, many session where I licked her out after having sex, and she’d tell me those were often some of her strongest orgasms.

I knelt between her legs, my face almost touching her pussy. I could smell the familiar scent of my cum as my fingers slowly parted her wet lips and I saw, for the first time, my cum pooled at the opening of her pussy. I flicked my tongue out and along her slit and she groaned, I felt her fingers run through my hair and I pressed further, my tongue slid inside her and I began to work it around inside. I could taste my cum, but my mind was elsewhere, I was on a mission.

She lifted her legs and placed her feet onto my back as she wriggled and adjusted her position until she had my head locked between her thighs and her fingers intertwined with the locks of my hair. I continued to work my tongue around inside her before I moved my attention to her clit.

She gasped aloud as I flicked the tip of my tongue over her hard clit, and then I clamped my lips around it and began sucking and nibbling on the little button. She responded, her hips thrust up, grinding her pussy against my mouth as I nibbling on her clit, soft, gentle bites as I sucked and worked my lips over it.

Soon she was bucking around under me, her fingers tugged at my hair and her thighs locked around my head, I couldn’t move as I continued to work my lips on and around her clit. As I did, I slid my hand under her and my finger slid between the cheeks of her bum.

I heard a loud moan of pleasure as the tip of my finger found her puckered bum and I pressed it against it and then traced small circles around it as I continued to lick and suck on her clit. Each time I applied a little pressure she produced the same long, long groan of pleasure.

When she came it was quite violent. I felt the pressure on my head increase to almost unbearable levels. I continued to work my lips over her clit, and pressing harder onto her tight bum. Then, she screamed, it wasn’t a cry, it was a scream as she arched her back and lifted her bum off the bed, along with it my head and she pulled hard on the hairs that she had wrapped around her fingers.

“Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh! She screamed.

For the next few seconds, she bucked and thrashed around, my head still locked between her thighs until eventually, she slowed and her body returned to the bed. I could feel her pussy pulsating under my mouth as well as the muscles of her thighs that still griped around my head.

Eventually, her orgasm started to subside, and she gradually released the pressure on my head and I was once again able to breathe. I took a few breaths and then lifted my head to look at her. She was staring at the ceiling, her chest rose and fell rapidly as she recovered from her orgasm. I glanced down at her pussy, it was gaping and her lips were soaked with my saliva, but mostly, I guessed, her juices from that huge orgasm.

I slid up the bed and lay beside her. Sliding my arm under her she turned onto her side and nestled into me, her head rested on my shoulder.

“That was fantastic James. The best sex I’ve ever had.” She sighed, her breathing still a little fast.

I nodded, I agreed, it had been fantastic. I stroked my fingers along her arm.

“I agree. It was amazing, I’m sorry about the bum thing, I just got carried away.” I said.

She shook her head.

“It was good. I liked it. You were far more gentle than,” she paused, “well, you know. But, I liked it.” She sighed.

We lay together for a while, she commented that she had been surprised that I had given her oral sex after having sex. That was something her ex-husband refused to do, “I’m not gay!” He’d always say.

As we talked I realised that, despite what I had said, and despite what I had thought, this, whatever this was between us, was a lot more than just casual sex. But, I had agreed that this was the way it had to be. I was not ready for a relationship.

We lay in the bed, both of us breathing slowly recovering from our exertions. She still lay her head on my shoulder, my arm underneath her, as I stroked my fingers through her soft blonde hair. She turned her head and rolled onto her side and let her hand slide across my chest. She kissed my neck and let out a soft sigh.

“Well, I guess I should be going?” She whispered.

I hugged her gently and nodded.

“You are a special woman Nikki, I have no clue why your husband behaved as he did. He must be a first-class fool.” I said.

She shrugged.

“It’s in the past James, I’m done with all of that, I’m looking forward to the rest of my life.” She said and laid her head on my chest.

It was so peaceful, lying there, I didn’t want to move, but I knew that we must. I reminded myself again, this is not a relationship, this is sex. She must have been thinking along the same lines, and with her head rested on my chest she sighed.

“Are we friends with benefits James?” She asked.

I smiled and squeezed her, “I guess we could be.” I replied.

She wriggled and nuzzled into my side, she approved. I stared at the ceiling and wondered what I’d just agreed to.

“Listen Nikki. I’m more than happy with us being, ‘friends with benefits’, as you said. But how come you haven’t had another meeting with anyone from the site?” I asked.

She lifted her head and looked at me.

“I’ve told you, I don’t think that it is for me.”

I nodded. “I know. But you also said that it was because you liked me. So, now that you and I are sorted in this ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement, I think that you should try the site again.”

She looked confused, even a little hurt. I stroked my fingers across her face.

“Listen. If you are exclusive to me, then, that, to me, is a relationship.” I said.

She sighed and nodded, “I guess.”

I lifted her face and kissed her.

“Good, so let’s get dressed and you and I can go on the laptop and see who is out there for you,” I said.

An hour later, we had worked our way through the messages on her profile page and I had helped her to select a shortlist of three suitable guys.

“Okay, Nikki, which one floats your boat?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes, “do I have to choose?” She moaned.

I sighed.

“Oh come on! We agreed. We are not exclusive. I want you to experience more of life. “ She interrupted. “You mean sex!” She smiled.

I nodded.

“Yes, and that!” I added.

She sighed and turned her attention to the screen and began to scroll through the three guys profiles.

By the time I kissed her goodbye, she had finally chosen her next encounter, a good looking, forty-eight-year-old divorcee who lived about ten miles from her. Although she made a fuss, I sensed that she was quite keen on Tom, who’s profile photos included a couple of him bare-chested wearing shorts which had aroused her interest.

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