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My wife and I had a cookout for some friends and neighbors over the weekend. It was a good time with lots of great food, good music, and plenty of drinks. Most guests were gone before 11:30pm, but few stuck around later. By 12:30am or so, my wife was spent and went off to bed upstairs. A friend of mine and a neighbor both stayed and graciously offered to help me clean up.

Now, we’ve been in this house for 6 or 7 years. My neighbor is probably 58 or 59. Her husband is older I know because he had his 60th shortly after we moved in. He’s very quiet and comes off as a bit of a dick, but he’s harmless. His wife, on the other hand, is the opposite. She’s very outgoing and bubbly, and super friendly. I’ve at all times had a thing for older women (I can distribute the story of how I lost my virginity with an older woman another time), and I’ll admit that she’s a bit of a cougar. We at all times invite them over whenever we have a party like this, and without fail she stays late while he leaves around 8 or 9pm. This weekend was no different.

By about 1am or so, my buddy had left, but my neighbor remained to help finish cleaning up. Once done, she asked me if I’d like to have one more drink with her before we call it a night. I say why not and joined her on the patio sofa. Well, one drink turned to several while she and I talked about everything from parenthood to politics to music, and then finally our marriages.

We discovered we had more in common than we realized as we’re both dealing with dead bedrooms. I told her that my wife and I haven’t had sex in well over a year and she told me about how her husband’s dysfunction and low testosterone has built sex a rarity for many years. At this point I was pretty drunk and made a dumb joke about how we should just say “fuck it” and help each other out. I instantly felt like a creep for saying it, but to my surprise she smiled and laughed.

She said she’d be more than happy to help me relieve some of my frustration. I was surprised by her reaction, and unsure whether or not she was serious, so I just nervously laughed it off. She slid over closer, placed her hand on my knee, and asked me why I was laughing. I told her that I wondered she was kidding because we’re both married. She smiled and said that she didn’t see anything wrong with two neglected friends helping each other feel good. With that she slid her hand up my leg and placed it on my dick, which was resting across my thigh under my swim shorts. She squeezed it gently before leaning in and kissing me slowly.

We made out for a while, pawing each other over our clothes, before she broke our kiss and told me she wanted to suck my cock. She pulled my trunks down a bit and took me out, lightly caressing me as she repositioned herself. She then took me in her mouth and proceeded to give me the most sensual blow job I’ve ever had. As she did so, I reached under her dress and slid her panties down so I could play with her pussy.

For the next 15 minutes or so, I finger fucked her while she sucked the life out of me. She moaned on my cock as I toy with her clit and sank my fingers inside her. She came on my hand and gasped, letting out a little squeal before taking me as deep as she could down her throat. She started to stroke and suck me at the same time, and after only a few minutes I could feel myself getting closer. I continued to touch her as she worked me, and I warned her that I was gonna cum soon. That only made her stroke and suck me harder, and within 30 seconds I told her I was gonna exploded. I then blew what felt like the biggest load of my life into her mouth. I erupted again and again as she moaned and continue sucking and stroking. She made sure to swallow every bit, licking my shaft clean before lifting off.

I sat there catching my breath as she laid next to me, resting her head on my chest. We sat in silence for a minute or two before she stood up, pulled up her panties, and asked if I wondered there was anything wrong with friends helping friends now. I laughed and said that I did not. She took a final sip of her drink, gave me a kiss on my cheek, and said she hoped we could do it again sometime soon. With that, she went back to her husband and I went upstairs to bed with my wife.

Now I’m dealing with the mixed emotions from our little encounter. I feel guilty about being with another woman behind my wife’s back, but the intimacy problems she and I have stem from issues that she can, but refuses to, address with her doctors. She acknowledges this and has even hinted at being open to me finding someone to play with from time to time. I suppose now would be a good time to revisit that conversation.

Stay tuned for more (hopefully)…

NSFW: yes

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