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prepared dinner. Her apartment was spectacular, overlooking the park.

While we were eating, “So, Matt, who was she that kept you from going home all last week, and why aren’t you with her tonight?”

“I-I-I . . .”

“Let me tell you what I think. I think she’s a married woman, perhaps in her thirties, who’s from out of town, maybe Atlanta or Dallas, here in New York on business. Her husband doesn’t give her what she needs, and she found a handsome young man who does. Am I right?”

I was surprised she was close to describing Mandy; except for the city and the age factor, Jeanette had it right. I wasn’t going to tell her anything about my love life.

Perhaps it was the Whisky Sours, the Chianti or the after-dinner drink, but it was Jeanette who broached the subject of her own love life. “I was married until ten years ago when my husband decided that he preferred a twenty-five-year-old little slut to a forty-five-year-old who gave him the best years of her life and three kids.”

“I’m sorry, Jeanette. It seems to me that some men and some women have a thing for youth. I see it in my office all the time, especially among the older guys. They’re trying to get back to those days when they were young. Like looking for the Fountain of Youth. They try to find it with the opposite sex.”

“What are you trying to find, Matt? It must be something.”

I had no idea what I was looking for, other than willing pussy. Specifically, willing pussy to eat. Like I said in the very beginning; that’s how I liked my sex. I didn’t find it with women my age, but at least a few times a year Mandy from Duluth and Leeann from LA provided it.

With Mandy there was fucking and cocksucking, but mostly there was her pussy to eat. Leeann had no interest in fucking, and when we first met, she had, as she admitted, a thing for sucking cock, but in time, my tongue and her pussy came to an agreement.

I wasn’t going to tell Jeanette any of this.

To my surprise, and again it might have been the alcohol talking. “Matt, it was just as well that my husband found someone else. The last decade of our marriage, he couldn’t provide me what I needed.”

“That’s too bad. I think that two people, if they’re going to be together, should be compatible in all aspects of their lives.”

I don’t want to say that Jeanette wasn’t listening but, “Matt, like I said, my husband couldn’t provide me with what I need. Do you know what I need?”

I had no idea. But I had a feeling that if the Whisky Sours and Chianti were talking, I was going to find out.

“You’ll forgive me, Matt, if I’m vulgar, but a woman my age needs a man who thinks that her body still has something to offer.” She was looking me in the eye.

I was starting to look at Jeanette Alworth differently; not as a high-powered attorney, but as a woman who might be willing. Willing to give me the kind of sex I enjoyed.

I didn’t have to wait much longer to find out. “Matt, do these do anything for you?” She lifted her tee shirt over her head. To my surprise, she was braless. I don’t know anything about surgically enhanced breasts, and at the moment, I didn’t care, and as you know, generally speaking tits don’t do much for me, but I was staring at two of the most perfectly formed tits.

“Matt, if you’re wondering, they’re all natural.” She took my hands and put them on those tits.

Of course, I felt her up. I’m young, not stupid.

“I like the way you play with them, but there’s something I like even better.”

By now my mouth was on them. “I can’t imagine. These are beautiful, Jeanette.”

“Thank you, Matt, but I have to tell you, I love it when a man uses his tongue to please my pussy. Do you know how, Matt?”

“Ummmm.” My cock was getting hard from doing those gorgeous tits, but now I thought I’d struck gold. My cock was ready to burst out of my pants. I was afraid to look down; I was afraid I’d have a wet spot on the front of my pants.

“Here’s another question for you, Matt. If you don’t know, how are you willing to learn?”

My cock just got harder. It was obvious that I was going to eat pussy tonight. “Ummmm, Jeanette I’d love to try.”

“Good, my bedroom is this way.” She took my hand. “I might be a little too old for all that rolling around on the bed fucking stuff, but if you have a taste for pussy, I can accommodate you,” Jeanette said as she took off her jeans.

I’ve already told you about her perfect tits, but the rest of her was just as beautiful and not just for a woman in her late fifties. Her long legs were still shapely, and don’t get me started on her ass. Speaking of her legs: where they met was a lovely triangle of dark brown hair; not thick, wiry and unruly like Leeann’s. Not that I ever complained about rubbing my face in that pussy. Jeanette’s pussy was neatly trimmed. Not bare; not waxed. Just neatly groomed.

I was doing the same; getting undressed that is. Her bedroom lights were on.

She smiled, “well, look at you. You’re already hard just playing with my tits. I’m flattered.”

I didn’t tell her. I was already hard because I was thinking of eating her pussy.

Jeanette sat on the edge of her bed, while I finished undressing. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d been invited.

I got on my knees. Jeanette spread her legs. “You have a beautiful pussy. I’m going to enjoy it. I hope I can please you.”

She laughed. “Oh Matt, at your age, all pussy is beautiful. And at my age, I have no problem telling you how I like it.”

I kissed that small, neat bush. Jeanette spread her legs farther apart. My lips, then my tongue went to her slit which slowly opened for me. “Hmmmmmmmm, that’s what I need. Just like that, nice and slow; up and down. Hmmmmmmm, I’m pleasantly surprised.”

I licked it. Jeanette’s pussy was tastier than any I’d ever eaten. Tastier than any of those few teens and twenty-somethings who’d allowed me the pleasure. Tastier than Mandy or Leeann’s. Both of whom as you know, I couldn’t get enough of them when they came to New York.

“You have my pussy anxious for more. Do you know what I mean by more?”

I knew exactly what she meant. I slid my tongue to that sensitive little button; smaller than Leeann’s and not as prominent, but my tongue gently massaged it. “Ooooooooh, I underestimated you, Matt. Ooooooooh, ooooooooooh.”

It took Jeanette a long time to come. I didn’t mind, my cock was throbbing as my tongue played with her clitoris, but when she did, ‘AWWWWWWWW, AWWWWWW, AWWWWW, AWWW MATT, MATT, MATT.”

I was holding two hands full of her lovely ass, as she fucked my tongue. “OOOOOOOOH, MATT, OOOOH MATT, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.”

“Jeanette, you have the sweetest, most delicious pussy. If you’ll let me, I’d love to eat again.”

She pushed my head forward. “Yes, Matt. Lick my pussy again. Your tongue was so good to me.”

There was another orgasm; then another. “Hmmmmmm, Matt, I need to rest. I hope you’re not disappointed that I didn’t fuck you. Your tongue exhausted me. Please spend the night.”

“Only if I get more of your pussy in the morning.”

Then Jeanette Alworth started to laugh and couldn’t stop.

“What’s so funny?”

“Remember last week when I asked you why the same suit; same shirt; same tie, everyday? Now, I know why. It was during the week, and you were fucking some girl and you went straight to work from her apartment. She must have been really something, if you did that, what was it three, four days in a row?”

I was blushing, and it wasn’t from the last hour or so eating Jeanette’s pussy. She noticed.

“Do I know her? Was she really that good a fuck that you kept coming back for more?”

I wasn’t going to answer those questions although I was certain that Jeanette could not possibly know Mandy from Duluth. I changed the subject, “well, I do know that I’m going to want more of this.” I went down on her again.

In the morning there was more pussy eating; Jeanette sucked my cock and we fucked.

I was still there Sunday morning, eating, fucking, getting my cock sucked.

We made plans for the following weekend, and then the weekend after that. It was grand. Jeanette was a good fuck; she wasn’t in Leeann’s class as a cocksucker but was enthusiastic and greedily swallowed my cum when I came.

A month later, we spent a weekend at her beach house on the Jersey shore. It was off-season and the beach was deserted. Good thing because my tongue had Jeanette moaning loudly; loud enough for people walking along the beach to hear.

Saturday morning, we were in bed after we’d fucked. “Matt, I have a confession to make.” She seemed deadly serious.

“Umm you’re married? You’re a Lesbian?” I tried to make light of it.

“No, none of the above, remember I was married a long time ago.” She took a deep breath. “Matt, my marriage lasted a short time because I discovered that I hated fucking; disgusted by giving blowjobs. My husband, understandably, couldn’t live with that. That’s why he found girls your age to fuck. The only sex that really turns me on is having my pussy eaten.”

Even though it had only been fifteen minutes or so since we finished fucking, my cock could not have been any harder.

Jeanette continued, “over the years, I’ve dated a number of men. I tried to get over my problem; I couldn’t and it was always a deal breaker.”

Even though her pussy was cum filled, I went down on her. If you recall, it was something Professor Gloria McFadden taught me. I mumbled, “Jeanette, it’s not a deal breaker for me. Eating your luscious pussy is all I need to be happy.”

We became a couple even though our age difference raised some eyebrows. Neither of us cared. If we overheard them, we’d look at each other smile and leave as quickly as possible.

In the Uber, Jeanette took off her panties. Then as soon as we got into her apartment, Jeanette would lift her skirt, spread her legs and I’d get on my knees.

I’d be exaggerating if I told you that I’d eat her pussy all night, but I will say that three or four orgasms later we were both satisfied.

A few weeks after I moved in, Jeanette asked me again about that week when I wore the same clothes day after day.

I explained about Mandy from Duluth and Leeann. I’d assumed that the next time they called I’d have to tell them that I was in a relationship.

“Matt, I don’t pretend to know a lot about young men, but I do know that at your age, monogamy can be difficult. And strange pussy, and not so strange pussy can keep a young man interested. The next time this Mandy or the other one calls; you should meet them. Spend a couple of days and nights with them. Fuck them, get a blowjob. Eat them if you want, but when you come back home, I’m going to be lying on the bed, legs spread, and your tongue better not disappoint my pussy.”

THE END

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