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This happened in the eighties, I was in my mid twenties and my girlfriend! Anne, was around eight years older than me and she was a divorcee. Up until this point my girlfriends had all been around my own age and tended towards ‘Friends of the Earth’ feminist hippy types. Anne on the other hand was more traditionally feminine in the way she dressed, she liked wearing nice underwear and she never wore tights, preferring stockings, ‘for health reasons’ she always said but whatever the reason I didn’t complain. I had always had a bit of a thing for women in stockings but had very little success in persuading previous girlfriends to dress sexily.

Anne lived in a big old Victorian terraced house while I lived in a bit of a crummy apartment downtown so it was more usual for me to stay over with her and I think it’s fair to say that we made use of every nook and cranny of that old house to have sex over the first year we were together. I suppose I should give a description of Anne too. I think the first thing anyone might notice was how pretty she was and she looked young for her age which was accentuated by her hair which was cut fairly short at the time and especially by her large brown eyes. Anne was also very petite and stood around five foot four inches tall and quite slim, her boobs were 34b and I thought they were perfect. Anne was naturally a brunette although sometimes her hair would be dyed a dark auburn.

The other thing that really tickled me when out with Anne was how dirty she would be in a playful way and she’d often talk like she was a tart which she did all the more when she realised it actually turned me on. Anne could turn any innocent remark into something salacious and this was accentuated her dirty chuckle which never failed to make me horny. If we were in a pub somewhere, coming back from the toilet she would say something like “Ow, they were rough, who would have thought you could get three people in one of the toilet stalls.” If ever she was late arriving somewhere, she would always say something like, “I met an old friend and he needed me to give him a hand with something, my wrist’s killing me.” It sounds pretty corny I know but it eventually led to us role-playing during sex and we had a cast, which was varied and inventive including ‘threesomes’ with the addition of a dildo.

If this all sounds great it was but it led me down some dark paths when we took the role-playing into real life.

It started one night in the local pub when one of Anne’s neighbours came in and she pointed him out to me; a guy in his mid-sixties quite tall with a thick shock of grey hair and she told me that his nickname around the area was “groper John”. She said that within about thirty seconds of meeting him on the street he would know whether a woman was wearing tights or suspenders, where her panty line was and whether her bra fastened in the front or back. It seemed he was tolerated by most of the local women as someone who is just lonely and ‘harmless’; I’m guessing that wouldn’t happen now. And, of course, it lent itself to one of our little flirtations when I asked if Anne never taken pity on him and she said “Well you know just on his birthday.”

As we were leaving Anne was a little in front of me and she literally bumped into him as she was going through the exit. I was amazed to see that she hadn’t been exaggerating as his hands lightly moved over her waist and back so that within seconds, he must’ve known she was wearing suspender belt and her bra fastened at the back. This blatant, albeit brief, groping annoyed me but I figured making a big deal out of it would probably put me in the wrong, Anne wasn’t big on knights in shining armour trying to come to her rescue.

As I mentioned old John was a neighbour, lived in the same street but at the far end so we all walked back together and as we did so I could tell the old guy was wanting more info, probably wanted to fuel a wank fantasy imagining Anne getting well and truly fucked while he jerked off in his lonely bed. For some reason I found myself telling him I was an old friend and Anne let me spend the night in her spare room instead of getting s taxi home. As I said this Anne gave me a very quizzical look but I should have mentioned, she was pretty drunk so she said, “And there’s me in a queen-size bed all by myself.” I couldn’t see John’s face but I would have bet a lot that his mind was racing as fast as my heart was starting to beat. I mean at this point it was the thought of getting into Anne’s panties myself later that night but then Anne and I started a weird game of ‘chicken’ as I invited the old boy in for a nightcap.

Now don’t get the wrong impression here because Anne didn’t lead him on at all and in fact once I’d gotten drinks for us the conversation was typical neighbour stuff, bin collections, boy racers causing a nuisance, görükle escort the new neighbours that had moved in, the old ones who had done a moonlight flit. At some point, I cannot remember what lead up to it, John said it had been his birthday the previous day and at that point Anne and I exchanged a look that lead to Anne laughing out loud with that dirty chuckle of hers.

John looked confused, as well he might, and I tried to think fast and I came up with something lame along the lines that I’d been complaining earlier that night that when you stopped being a kid you never got any good birthday presents.

Anyway, after about twenty minutes I was wanting to get Anne alone as I’d been sporting a semi-hard on since we got in. I said something well it’s getting late and Anne smiled and said “You know where everything is.”

I thought, “I know where your pussy is and I know what I want to do with it.” I also realised that Anne was really embracing the setting for one of our little roles-plays so as she followed me into the hallway, I said to her “So, do you want me to sleep in the spare room?” And she replied, “Well you know, it was just his birthday, I should be a good neighbour.”

We kissed but she stayed in character and teased me “Go on, get yourself to bed.”

So up I went into the spare room, lying there with a hard on waiting for Anne I must have dozed off because when I looked at my watch half an hour had passed. My first thought was that Anne had found me asleep and simply gone to bed so I got up to cross the landing when I realised the lights were still on downstairs. As I was standing there feeling a bit confused, I heard the living room door open and heard mumbled voices.

“About time” I thought but instead of going to the front door Anne and the old sod were coming upstairs, I caught a glimpse of my girlfriend as she the led the way, she looked a bit dishevelled and flustered and for a brief moment our eyes met and then like an idiot I stepped back into the spare room. Old John had been far too busy watching Anne’s arse walking up the stairs to notice anything.

As they passed by the room I could see them through a crack in the door and Anne looked directly in my direction as she seemed to hesitate and the, right there, John dropped to his knees behind her and grasped her hips as he buried his face into her bum through the material of her skirt I watched dumbfounded and horny as hell as his hands slid down my girlfriends legs to the hem of her skirt them hooking his thumbs he slowly slid it up until her white suspender belt and then her matching panties came into view and he returned to the task of pressing his face into her arse, all the while Anne looked across to my direction.

Eventually after what felt like minutes but was really only seconds, she said in a low voice but not without a trace of laughter “Hey be careful you’ll have me over, it isn’t easy balancing in these shoes with your tongue trying to get inside me.”

John replied in a low voice “I’ve thought about getting you on your back for years you little slut.” If Anne was shocked at being called a slut, she didn’t show it, instead she moved over to her bedroom and Groper John stood an followed her. I could hear Anne telling this old bastard to make himself comfortable and I heard him climb onto the bed.

Anne made sure she left the door ajar quite a way so from the landing I could see the foot of the bed with Anne standing looking at her old neighbour as he struggled out of his clothes; I heard him say something to her and she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. When it was unbuttoned all the way she turned her attention to her skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor then slipping the blouse from her shoulders. The white of her matching bra, panties and suspenders was in contrast to the chocolate brown nylons she wore; was I really going to let her be fucked by a sleazy old bastard, the notorious neighbourhood groper? I heard his voice again and Anne slowly turned to present her ass to him and give him a good view of her nylons with the seam running up to the darker band at the top where the clasps of her suspenders were attached then she moved out of my view as she got onto the bed.

Carefully I crept forward to look through the fairly wide crack on the hinged side of the door from where I could see almost the whole bed as Anne, on her hands and knees crawled up towards John. As her head was level with his cock, a long cock I noted but quite skinny, a bit like John himself, I thought she was going to suck on it but she ignored it and moved up the bed where stretched out against his body and began to kiss him, I mean really kiss him. Anne loved ‘a good snog’ as she put it and she was making the most of a new mouth to explore, John wasn’t complaining and he kissed back. I’m not sure bursa escort bayan how long this went on but occasionally I could see their tongues as they frenched each other and then saw Anne’s hand move to take hold of Groper John’s long skinny pole and slowly wank it as they kissed. Almost without warning the old bastard moaned and a shot a thick load of cum up Anne’s arm taking her by surprise. As she reached for a tissue John began to apologise, explaining it had been a long while since anyone had done that for him, and he moved to gather his clothes. I found I was quite relieved that it had only resulted in a hand job but then I heard Anne saying “Where do you think you’re going, were not finished yet, I know you have a tongue, it’s been down my neck twice tonight already”, (so that’s what they were up to downstairs).

John hesitated but I could see his face as it changed from embarrassment to a leer, “You dirty little slut, you want old John’s tongue in your pussy, do you?” I didn’t hear Anne reply but she helpfully removed her panties as he moved to lie with his head buried between her legs both simultaneously making appreciative moans as the old bastard started to tongue Anne’s pussy. Anne turned her head to look at the door where she knew I’d be watching as if waiting for me to stop the procedure and I’ve often wondered whether I should have done so but at the time I had a raging hard on and was slowly wanking myself watching Anne’s nylon clad legs pulled up either side of Johns thick head of grey hair. As he worked away with his tongue, I could see groper John’s long fingers toying with the top of Anne’s nylons and her suspender belt straps and this for some reason really turned me on. Realising that I was going along with what was happening Anne turned her face away from the door and let her head fall back on to the pillow then spoke some words of encouragement to the old guy in a breathy voice and her hands went town to wrap themselves in his hair as she pulled his head tight as she ground herself against him and calling out “Oh yes, that’s good, lick my fanny you dirty bastard.” Anne usually used the term ‘fanny’ rather than ‘pussy’ and of course it has the English meaning not the American. It wasn’t long before John’s efforts brought Anne to a shuddering orgasm and I couldn’t wait any longer, I was left weak kneed as I had an orgasm of my own.

Up to this point Anne’s breasts had had virtually no attention, which was a pity because they were quite lovely with responsive nipples that stood proud as soon as you sucked on them but now John turned his attention to them. “Let’s have a look at those titties of yours you little slut.” John’s use of the childish term ‘titties’ jarred with me but Anne didn’t seem to notice any more than she seemed to notice being called a slut and without sitting up she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra and John removed it. Anne had her eyes closed I think but I could see the old neighbour’s face full of lust as he let his eyes wander all over her body. From her pretty face, firm boobs, flat stomach, and nylon clad legs his expression wore a look of undisguised lust.

Normally I’m not one of those people who gets hard very quickly after cumming but watching this geriatric sucking on Anne’s nipples and seeing them respond as at the same time he other parts of her body meant I got a semi hard on almost immediately. Groper John obviously had a thing for nylons because a lot of his attention was to her thighs and top of her stockings and occasionally I could see his fingers and knuckles gently brushing against Anne’s pussy. I could also see that as his fingers touched her Anne and would slightly push against them and while she may have been satisfied, she was not finished.

After this had gone on for a while, I saw Anne take john by the hair and gently pull him towards her so she could kiss him again and that she did saw her right hand went to his stroke his cock. She pulled her head away from his probing tongue enough to say “You haven’t had enough then? I thought an old bastard like you might be finished after spurting half a gallon of cum up my arm. I suppose you want to fuck me now?”

“If you ask me nicely I’ll certainly fuck you”; John said quietly, Anne just chuckled but as his fingers began to lightly tease her pussy and she began to squirm a little he said it again “Tell me how much you want my cock inside of you.”

“I want your cock inside me.” Ann was looking him straight in the eyes “I want that long skinny old man’s cock inside my tight young fanny. I want you to fuck me hard you bastard, stick it right up inside me.”

John had positioned himself between Anne’s legs and he reached for a pillow and placed it under her bum to raise her pussy to a better angle for him. Taking his cock in his left hand he gently eased the head bursa escort to part her pussy lips but didn’t push it further in he just slowly teased her with it. Anne squirmed trying to get more of him inside and she wrapped her nylon clad legs around his skinny waist until eventually he gave her what she wanted and began to fuck her with slow deep strokes. While this was going on John kept up a stream of dirty talk which seemed to arouse Anne even more and she joined in, breathless but trying to match him. I’ll be honest I was in equal parts shocked and turned on at the scene in front of me. This didn’t look like acting or role playing for my benefit. I cannot remember everything that was said but this is some of how it went;

“You fucking slut you’re so wet I can hardly keep inside of you.”

“Push harder then you fucking old bastard.”

“I think little Annie likes old men’s cocks, at least she likes this one.”

“Ohhh yes. That’s lovely, don’t stop get that dirty old cock right up me and fuck me you pervert.”

“Next time I’ll bring some friends because you’re an insatiable little slut aren’t you.”

“Yeah I am, so keep up I’m nearly cumming.”

At this point groper John pulled back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside and Anne almost screamed at him, “Put it back you bastard put it back now!”

John obliged and Anne immediately let out a moan as she came hard, I could see her shake with the power of her orgasm. Meanwhile John picked up the pace as he thrust deep into and rocked his hips, his breath coming in short gasps. Anne grabbed the back of the old pervert’s head and looking straight in the eye she told him to cum in her, she said something else which was hard to make out as John Kissed her hard and she kissed him back, she looked exhausted and she let her legs unwind from his hips and spread out on the bed likewise she let her arms spread out like a starfish as she lay their passively while her old neighbour still ground into her.

I could see John bend his head to look down at the body of this woman who was half is the age watching as her tits, with the nipple still hard, moved in time to his fucking.

At this point I move back to the spare room and came again myself as I heard the old lecher empty his seed into my girlfriend with one long sigh. I was pretty exhausted myself and feeling both aroused and disgusted at what I had allowed to happen I fell asleep wondering what the outcome would be.

At some point I think around three in the morning I could hear more talking and even though I really didn’t want to, I found myself peering through the crack in the door again. The two were lying facing into each other slowly making love there was no other way to describe it, this old bastard was making love to my girlfriend and she was responding in kind. This was the time before Viagra and made it appearance and I couldn’t believe the old guy’s stamina even less so when I went to the bathroom when it was daylight and heard them at it again. Ann still in her stockings which were ripped in places was on her hands and knees on the bed while John fucked her again, in the doggy position this time and he reached forward and teasing her nipples while he did so.

I went downstairs making sure Anne could hear me as I made coffee and went into the front room with it, I certainly didn’t want to run into John after he’d just spent the night fucking my girlfriends brains out.

Sure enough, after about twenty minutes I heard them both coming down the stairs and Anne showing John out to the back door she certainly didn’t want anyone seeing him leave. Before I came into the front room, I honestly didn’t know what I was going to say to her I felt disgusted at myself and betrayed by her even though in the latter case I had no right to. Anne was wrapped in a large towel dressing gown, which looked incongruous to the nylons which were wrinkled and slightly slipping down her legs she seemed in a daze and absently reached down pulling up the stockings so I could see all of the ladders and I noticed love bites on her thighs. I stood up and walked over to her gently opening dressing gown and didn’t look at me she just kept your head down. I could see more love bites on the shoulders stomach and breasts and your nipples look red and sore.

I was totally torn at this point between fucking her myself and getting into a petulant argument. Even though I had spent the last of my sperm into a handkerchief I still wanted to fuck her and maybe you can guess how my resentment grew when she pulled away.

“Not now Tom I’m too sore and too confused about what we did.”

“What are you and that old letch did you mean.”

Anne simply turned and left the room. I won’t bother you with the rest of that morning and indeed for quite a while afterwards as things really seemed to have gone wrong for us and looking back pretty it was pretty much my fault, although maybe not entirely. After an awful lot of discussions, accusations, recriminations, apologies and tears we eventually sort of got back onto an even keel.

But of course, it didn’t entirely end there.

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