Last Steps, First Steps

LAST STEPS, FIRST STEPS By the Gripper Our indulgence in what Nora called "our adventures", a term which probably does not exist in dictionaries, at least not in the sense she meant, gradually came to a stop. It was not the result of some momentous decision, our appetite for the intensity slacked by itself. Now and again we talked of our experienced and we truly enjoyed to see that our reminiscences brought back the excitement and the open frank communication between us. That seemed enough and we did no feel the need to seek new adventures. Or so we thought. Also the advancing years slowed things down as we neared the magic 50. Not that Nora had lost her allure for me or for other men. She put on a few pounds, and the grey in her hair, which she refused to cover with dyes, added to her mature sexual aura. Men still turned to admire her ass and long legs which seemed to be even more sexy as they filled a little. The fullness also made her cunt take on a darker, fuller more hugnry look that kept me more interested than ever before. It was during this time that we decided to take a mediterranean island holiday. I will not name which one to protect identities. We rented a small fishermans cottage in a village, more like a ten house hamlet really, a few miles from the main island town. The cottage was on the banks of dry river bed about a hundred paces from the sea. Towards the beach there was a small boatyard where the local fishermen repaired their boats. Several old boats were on chocks in various stages of work which was done by slow old men using hand tools. Their work made the only man made sounds we heard. It was quiet and relaxing. We spent the days reading under the trees on the banks of the river bed. One morning I decided to explore more than just the hamlet. I took my binoculars, a bottle of water and my hat and set out. "Scout around to see if there are any other little bays for us to visit" Nora said as she got her book and towel and headed for her favorite tree. It was a twisted old pine, its bent trunk offering a generous spot of shade. She was wearing her one piece black suimsuit, i could not help but notice her cunt bulge in the pouch. She smiled and mocked pretending to be chasing me away as we walked out of the cottage door. I climbed down into the dry river bed and up the other side. I meandered aimlessly over the hillside noticing the vegetation, lots of aromatic wild herbs that would have made a chef happy grew everywhere- rosemary, thyme, marjoram, oregano. Their aroma filled the air. When i got high enough on the hillside I started to scan the area with my binoculars. When I saw something interesting I used the zoom to increase the power and bring the object closer. I looked at the men working on a boat, I zoomed in and I could clearly see how they used the plane to shave long curly slices of wood from the boat's rail. At some point I zoomed in on Nora. She was lying on her stomach reading, her head propped up on her elbow. Her back was turned to me. I zoomed in. I scanned her back and down to her backside. Between her thighs I could see her cunt, bulging hanging in her swimsuit. I could discern the groove between the heavy outer lips, some hairs peeking from the side of the suit gusset, the dark patches in her inner thighs, up near her cunt. I got one of those semi hard erections, damn she was sexy! I wondered some more till the sun got to mid point between the horizon and noon. It must have been around eleven am. I had no watch. I was almost directly across from our cottage on the other side of the river bed, I found a tree and sat in its shade to cool down. I got the water and as I was tilting the bottle up I noticed a lone figure walking down the river bed, on the cottage side. I brought the binoculars up and spied on the figure. It was a tall thin man, wearing his bathing suit, carrying a book and a towel. In our few days in the hamlet we had not seen anyone other than the fishermen who lived there. I guessed this was a brave soul who walked the three miles from the main town to find some peace and quiet. He walked along the bank towards our cottage and Nora's shade. He passed her looking down at her. I saw him clearly look down in between her thighs at her cunt. I was perhaps one hundred yards away but the binoculars brought the scene close, real close. I could see his expression register the faintest appreciation. I looked at him. Mid forties, graying hair, lean to the point of being almost skinny. Tall, i guessed about six foot, and tan, which meant he was on the island for some days. He headed for a tree about ten yards away from Nora. Laid out his towel and laid down to read his book. I saw Nora glance over at him momentarily and then return to her book. For some time they read. Then things startet to change subtly, almost imperceptibly, but I knew something was happening down there. I looked around. There were no houses above me, no paths. The two men who were working on the the boat were a far downstream. There was no other sign of life. I turned back to the scene below looking through the binoculars. Nora was still reading but her left foot was raised, moving before it came back down to the towel. In that small movement her thighs had somehow opened up a little more. Planned or accidental, the move showed more of her bulging cunt to the skinny stranger. I looked over at him. He was reading, his face to the book, but his eyes were fixed on Nora' cunt. He was lying face down but I knew he had a healthy hardon between his belly and the towel. He read but his face moved from the book to Nora's cunt with rapid little movements. Nora turned and looked at him, raising her sunglasses. She fixed him with a long stare. She had a slight frown on her face, from the sun's glare. She put her sunglasses back on and turned to her book. But as she did so she drew her right thigh up. Her cunt was now more open and exposed to the stranger. It hung heavily in its fabric pouch. She was teasing him! I looked at what he was looking at. A mature womans cunt, long and heavy under her bathing suit. The cloth clung to her cunt, clearly showing the contours of the heavy lips, the dark pubic hair was openly visbile from the sides of the gusset now. The man stopped reading. He was openly and unashamedly staring at Nora's cunt. So was I and I was rock hard now. In the silence of the morning the scene took on the quality of a still photo. Nothing moved for some minutes. Nora remained in that position, the man stayed still his eyes riveted on her cunt. I stayed glued to the binoculars. Neither one of them, I noticed turned a page in their books. Then Nora moved. She got on all fours, her ass to the stranger, she dusted sand and seed from her towel. She then turned and fixed the man with a stare for few seconds and then laid down again. On her back this time, legs spread, her cunt to him, legs apart knees drawn up, holding her book up above her face. . He too moved, turned on his back, propping himself on one elbow, still staring at his book but taking frequent peeks at Nora. I could see her face now. I zoomed in and I saw her eyes look at him from under her sunglasses. She still had that slight frown that I thought was from the glare, then I realised that it was not glare, she was seriously horny. Her knees were moving closer and apart rythmically. She then let one thigh fall to the ground. She was goading him now. He looked again. As he was lying I could make out a bulge in his swimming shorts. I was not surprised that he was horny. I was surprised that he turned towards Nora and was obviously showing her that her show had the desired effect. Nora stared at her book like that for a while. Looking at the stranger from under her glasses. She started to touch herself, a move halfway between scratching and rubbing. First her shoulder, then her neck, then she moved to her thigh and suddenly she adjusted the gusset of her suit, as if to move the bothersome elastic. For a second her cunt was visible. The long dark lips came to view for a second or two before the gusset went back to its place with a snap that I heard all the way up the hillside. The man openly touched his cock through his trunks. I was sweating with excitement. Neither one of them had talked or seemed to be trying to make any kind of social contact. I was expecting that to happen anytime. I was waiting for him to make the move. I was surprised more than I would ever have imagine. Nora suddenly sat up. She left her book on the ground. Took off her sunglasses and fixed him with a long stare. She looked beyond him to the two boatmen. Then around as if checking the scene. Then back to the man who was looking back at her. With an imperceptible nod she stood up and turned towards the cottage. She climbed the two steps to the front gate, opened it and moved through to the tiny front yard. She left the gate open. She stood there. In that spot she could not be seen from any place except from the area in front of the cottage. The man could see her. She stood there and slowly took off the bathing suit rolling it down her body until it rested on the stone floor. She looked over he shoullder at the man. He had not moved. She moved to the door of the cottage and opened it. The bed was right there. She moved to the side of the bed, opened the bedside drawer and took something. The man stood up now. He was approaching the house stealthily, looking around to see if anyone could see him. I moved back to Nora. She got on the bed and took the position on all fours. Her dark cunt was a long hairy gash between her thighs. I could see how wet she was. The man moved along the yard and in two paces he was through the door. She looked back at him and handed him a something. Neither one talked as far as I could see. He took it and looked at it. He dropped his trunks and his erection srpang free, his thick dark cock was rigid, plainly visible to me in profile. Then I saw what she had given him as he ripped the sachet and pulled out a rubber. He propped a leg on the bed as her rolled the rubber on his cock. She waited in the position unmoving. He finished and moved in behind her. I saw him reaching with his hand to guide his cock into Nora's cunt. Having adjusted their coupling his hands moved to her flanks and he pushed in her. It was a slow deliberate move, sinking his cock into her. I could hear a slight moan from that distance, but nothing else. I was rock hard to the point of almost being painful. I watched the stranger literally do my wife. He fucked with those long deep strokes, evident of his prowess and her wet receptive state. It was a long fuck. Wordless, silent and nasty. Nora did not move, did not look back.She stayed on all fours and got fucked. He never changed the pace, those long thrusts simply went on and on. Till he made an extra powerful move, holding her to him as he shoved himself all the way in with all his power. He gave her another one of those, and another and another till i saw him stiffen and stay in her. They stayed like that for a a minute. Then he pulled out. Stood up, unrolled the rubber off his cock. He dropped it on the floor beside the bed. Turned around, pulled on his trunks and walked out of the house. He picked up his book and towel, looked around furitvely and walked quickly up the river bed heading back to where he came from. Nora never moved. I ran down the hillside, to the river bed, up the other side and into the house. She was still there on all fours. I closed the door behind me. She turned around to look at me. "I needed it" she said and looked away. I was naked in a flash. I moved in behind her and sank my cock in her wet cunt. She was hot, and slimy. I fucked her hard. As i was coming i noticed the used rubber on the floor. Proof that the whole thing was not a dream. It had happened! And I had watched it. We came together breathing raspily. We spend the rest of the day in a sexual haze. I lavished long oral attantion to her sensual cunt, the source of my latest cuckolding. It was a kind of worship, showing her that it was ok with me to have let the stranger fuck her. She accepted it as her right. Laying back and offering me her long cunt to lick and love as she received pleasure she was entitled to. It was only after we exhausted our immediate heat that talked about it. "When I saw him staring at my cunt I felt this need to get fucked. I mean to have a really hard cock, a strange cock to give me a nasty fuck.My cunt almost burned when I saw him respond, saw him get hard in his trunks." She explained about how the thing started between them. We were sitting outside in the back patio of the cottage sipping wine in the evening. "Did you ever talk?" I asked. "No, not a word. I was not in the mood for social contact. I wanted to be fucked" She said and looked at me wanting to go on but stopping. I understood she had something more to say but was a little hesitant. "Go on, what is it?" I asked gently prodding her. "Lately I have been feeling like I need more." She said looking at me. I nodded. "You realised it?" She asked looking at me. I nodded yes. We looked at each other for a long time. "In the last few months I have felt that you were not fully satisfied, you know with me going soft sometimes or not lasting long enough. I know it must have left a need." I said acknowledging that my age was catching up to me in that area too. Or that her appetite had not dimished at all. "I don't want to change things between us" she said. "Neither do I. But like you said, you need it. And it is not something that changes things, you have cuckolded me before and I loved it, I loved it today too, and it seems to bring back a lot of power, something like a natural viagra pill" I told her and she smiled. I was relieved we had bypassed any depressing talk. "Perhaps we should plan for regular outside help." I said looking at her. She looked at me not saying anything but in her eyes I could see that it was a possibility she liked. "A regular lover would be a pain, I dont want attachments at this point in my life." She said. We were getting down to practicalities. "Maybe we can find some way with new people, or perhaps several regular contacts." I counterproposed, she seemed to think about it. "You think I can go out attracting younger men? It is a bit risky and I hate to be in that role, of the lady prowler." she said and I understood what she meant. "I can perhaps do the looking and the vetting, sounds awfully cuckoldish but practical and safe and saves the risks, social and others." I felt an inner pleasure for saying that I would be her active cuckold, admitting my own inadequacy and eagerly looking for men to fuck my wife. Later thatnight in bed we started to talk again about the practical side of looking for virile men to fuck her, to make up for my loss of power. It was straight talk, like we never had before. How often did she need that kind of fucking, what type of man she wanted, the setting, her fears of rejection. It was a new one for both of us. DIscussing our needs and desires in such practical terms. When younger we had used cuckoldry to add unusual, kinky to be honest, fire and passion. Now it was more like talking about an organic need, and it was a need, of her hungry cunt to receive hard virile cocks on a regular basis. After we settled on a plan we were both horny. I went down on her to worship her cunt, then we fucked slowly enjoying every minute of it. Over the next few days the wiry visitor fucked Nora several times. She deliberately kept verbal contact to a minimum. Each time I kept out of their way. I did manage to get a few views with my binoculars. One day I spied on them as she sat on the bed and sucked his cock. Her greed for his thick hard prick was so evident as she enjoyed him with abandon. He stood in front of her in ecstasy. When she had him ready she got on all fours and he mounted her like a willing mare, fucking her with those long thrusts that she needed. Seeing her take him I realised that it was that kind of man I would have to seek out for her. That was my new role as a mature cuckold. And I found it not at all bad. 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