“Hey Dad, are you going to the supermarket?” “Yes.” “Can you bring us some diapers, the house brand, two of size 2 and one each of sizes 4 and 5.” “Yes, I will,” I answered and turned around quickly so that my daughter didn’t notice how annoyed I was again. Now I had to take the car and couldn’t combine my small shopping trip with a walk as planned. At the checkout, my frustration increased again for a moment. As I put the diapers on the conveyor belt, one after the other, I could already see the cashier smiling. That too – I thought – now you’re making a fool of yourself too. “Well, you probably don’t know your child’s diaper size,” the woman asked with a smile. “My child’s?” I asked, astonished that she associated me, a sixty-year-old, with a child.
A scrutinising look from bottom to top and a mischievous laugh was the first answer and then: “Why not, it still looks good.” The blood rushed to my head and I stammered something about my daughter and her three small children without even looking at the woman at the checkout. I quickly paid, put the purchases back in the trolley and disappeared. On the one hand, I was proud that the woman had apparently flirted with me, but on the other hand, I was embarrassed because two other women who had come to the checkout after me had also heard it. Three days later, I met up with two friends at our favourite Greek restaurant. Our wives were at a company Christmas party and we took the opportunity for a nice boys’ evening. There was only one table left free and that was next to a group of women.
Eight thirty to forty year old women also seemed to be having a Christmas party. They were wearing red hats or sparkling reindeer antlers. One even had a jingling bell hanging from her ear and they were in a good mood. Their giggling and hooting was loud and sometimes a bit annoying, but we tried not to let it bother us. The women hit on almost all the men present and, if they responded, kept them on a long leash. I was already used to this kind of thing and agreed with my friends that we would ignore them. After two hours it calmed down. Three of the women had drunk too much and asked for someone to pick them up. They seemed to have been the craziest of the bunch, because the rest of them now ignored the men present. I sat to one side of them and could only look at them more closely if I turned my head, which I didn’t do.
My friend Tomas had her in his sights and after a while he said: “Say, do you know the brunette on the window side? She can’t take her eyes off you, she’s smiling all the time and seems to be talking to the other women about you too.” I reluctantly turned my head and looked at her more closely, but I couldn’t place the face on anyone I knew. But she smiled warmly and nodded at me. I quickly turned away because I was embarrassed that I didn’t know where I was supposed to know her from. Shrugging my shoulders, I said to Tomas: “I have no idea where to put her. Maybe she’s confusing me with someone.” “I don’t think so, she still looks like that. But whatever, where were we before…” We changed to our old topic and ordered more beer.
Another hour later, there were only three women left at the next table and Tomas lost his temper: “Now go over there and talk to her! The way she looks at you is really annoying.” I tried to resist, but Frank joined in and I tried to make eye contact again. She nodded at me again in a friendly manner, so I stood up with my heart pounding and went to the next table. “Excuse me, do we know each other? If so, I have to apologize again because I just don’t know where from.” She laughed softly and her eyes flashed at me. “I believe that, because you didn’t even look at me the other day at the checkout because you were so embarrassed.” Now it clicked – the diaper purchase – and yes, I hadn’t seen what a pretty woman had been flirting with me.
I wanted to sink into the floor out of shame, but she pushed the chair back next to her and asked me to sit down. As if hypnotized, I sat down and nodded to the other two women. They smiled at me, but then became engrossed in conversation. “I’m Iris,” said the cashier and held out her hand to me. “Norbert,” I replied and took her hand. The touch was warm, cordial and her grey-blue eyes held me captivated. “I’m sorry for using the informal “du” straight away, but I can’t stand long banter.” I nodded awkwardly and she continued: “Why does it make you so embarrassed when a woman compliments you?” “I’m not used to being spoken to by young, pretty women. I’m a bit older too,” I tried to explain. “Oh, thank you!
Very flattering, but at 36 I’m not that young anymore. And as for your age: you’re full of vitality and have an attractive appearance, so the number is of no importance to me.” She was very direct and I didn’t know what to say, but I was spared from answering for the time being because the other two women said goodbye. The younger of the two glanced at me and then said to Iris with a broad grin: “Well then, have fun tonight.” “Oh, I’m sure I will,” she replied with a grin. I looked at my hands awkwardly, but Iris pressed her leg against mine, which made me raise my head in shock. “Listen, as I said, I don’t believe in beating around the bush. If you want an adventure, come to the corner pharmacy in half an hour.
I’ll wait in the side street and then we’ll go to my place,” she said so quietly that I could hardly understand her. “But… I’m…” I stammered just as quietly. “Married, I know that, that’s why I talked about an adventure. So, go back to your friends now and I’ll wait for you. But definitely not for longer than 35 minutes, so keep an eye on the clock.” She grabbed my hand, shook it and called the waiter to pay. More than confused, I stood up and sat down next to Tomas and Frank again. “So, how do you know her?” they both asked almost at the same time. I told the story of the diaper purchase and got a hearty laugh, which helped me to get my insecurity under control. Iris had paid, nodded to the three of us in a friendly and uninhibited manner, and left.
At that moment I couldn’t take my eyes off her because she looked really sexy in her tight-fitting short dress. Slender, with medium-sized breasts and a hot, tight ass, she was a real eye-catcher. At the door she looked at me again and winked mischievously. My friends had followed her with their eyes and Tomas then said: “Wow, that’s almost enough to make you weak.” Frank just nodded and I felt compelled to play it down: “Yes, if you weren’t married. But you know, I’m going to pay now and then leave. Our wives can be home soon and you should go when things are at their best.” But I didn’t look as calm inside as I appeared on the outside. I was extremely conflicted. Should I really accept the offer? Get involved with a strange woman and probably have sex with her?
I had been married for a long time – I couldn’t put the years together – and had never cheated, but since there was not much going on in our bed at the moment, the idea really appealed to me. I looked at the clock. Time was running out and I could always back out. After some back and forth, Tomas and Frank agreed and we left the bar together. Two streets further on we parted ways as we were each going in a different direction and I waited around the next corner until I could no longer see them. With my heart pounding, I went back and headed for the pharmacy. There was no one to be seen and I thought she was playing a joke on me when she came out of the entrance to the house next door. She smiled at me and said: “When your lustful gaze followed me, I knew you would come, but there is one thing we still need to clear up.”
She looked me straight in the eyes and continued: “We will have fun now, if you want. Uninhibited and passionate, but it will be a one-off. You must then forget about me, and if we happen to see each other again, it will be a non-binding greeting. You must not stalk me and I will be very discreet. Your wife will never find out unless you break this agreement. Can you accept that?” This woman unsettled me terribly, but I nodded in agreement. She smiled again and said: “Good, then let’s not waste any time, so that you come home now too.” She grabbed my hand, and almost without will I followed her. “I love sex,” she continued, explaining. “Especially sex with mature men. Don’t ask me why, but it turns me on to fuck married men your age.
But they are always one-night stands and I only fuck bareback. If you want to use a condom, I’ll give you a blow job at most.” She stopped for a moment and looked at me. But I was so overwhelmed by her direct manner that I couldn’t say a word and just nodded. She laughed quietly and said: “Come on, relax, we’re here.” Iris fished her bunch of keys out of her handbag, opened the front door and immediately afterwards the door to the apartment on the ground floor. As soon as the door had closed behind me, she dropped the handbag, pushed me against the wall and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue dug into my mouth and performed a wild dance. My knees went weak, but I went along with this game. Forgetting everything around me, I took this hot woman in my arms and lost myself in the kiss.
She caressed me, pressed her body against me and I felt her firm tits, not constrained by a bra. After a while she pulled me into the bedroom, threw me on the bed, opened my pants and exposed my already erect penis. She looked at it lustfully and said: “Hmm, that looks hot and will give me pleasure,” and then she had it in her mouth, which elicited a soft moan from me. Her blow job skills left nothing to be desired and if she had continued like that, I would have come soon. She noticed that, but didn’t want to. She released it from her warm mouth, breathed a kiss on the tip of the penis and stood up. In one fluid movement she pulled the dress over her head and I could admire her beautiful tits. They were youthfully firm with hot, hard nipples, framed by large, dark areolas.
She let me admire her hot body for a short time and when my eyes reached her lace panties, she asked: “Do you like what you see?” “You do,” I answered with a trembling voice. “Very good, then take off my panties now and we’ll have a blast.” I was already standing up when she stopped me again. “Wait, one more thing about the process: I’ll tell you what to do first and then you can express your wishes.” Everything in and around me was in a state of high tension. The sight of the horny woman, the knowledge of the situation and my throbbing member were almost unbearable. So I just nodded, grabbed the panties at the sides and pulled them down. Iris got out of them, pushed me onto the bed and came over my head with her legs apart. “Lick my slit. Drive me crazy and you’ll never forget this evening.” Her pussy smelled wonderful.
Not a single hair was visible on her delicate outer labia, between which the inner ones bulged slightly. Small drops of her juice glistened on them and my tongue took them in greedily. What a lovely taste! Gripping her thighs with both hands, I pulled her down, pressed my tongue into her slit and forgot everything around me. As if in a frenzy, I drilled my tongue into her hot hole, sucked on her labia and played with her clitoris, which was literally a pearl of pleasure. Iris writhed under the treatment, moaned and poured out huge amounts of her juice. Sometimes I had trouble not losing contact with her pleasure center because she was moving her pelvis wildly. I spoiled her like this for quite a while until Iris moaned out her first orgasm.
She rubbed her pussy all over my face and poured out even more fluid. She collapsed, twitching, got off and kissed me. She gently used her tongue to free my face of her juices. “I knew it would be hot,” she breathed between two kisses. “And now we’ll take off the rest of your clothes and you can use your magic wand. But we want to enjoy this for a long time, so let me know before you come, then we’ll do something else to delay it.” No sooner said than done, I was as naked as she was when Iris was lying with her legs spread in front of me. At that moment there was only this horny woman for me. Her lascivious eyes held me captive and without hesitation I got on top. One more quick look at her pink, invitingly wet, shiny hole and I placed my glans on her opening.
I slowly pushed my cock in, which made her moan with pleasure: “Whoa, yes, fuck me, push your cock in the whole length and make me tremble.” I didn’t need to be told twice and pushed it in with a strong jerk, which triggered another moan. This horny woman drove me crazy. She dissolved all my blockages and inhibitions into thin air and let me sink into a frenzy of lust. I quickly found my rhythm, but couldn’t resist her sensual lips. Only interrupted by passionate French kisses, I fucked her for a long time in the missionary position. After a while, however, she wanted to be taken in the doggy position, which I really liked. I grabbed Iris by the hips and thrust into her like crazy. She was so wet that a slapping and smacking sound accompanied every thrust.
Her moaning and sighing heated me up even more, so I soon had to say: “Iris, I don’t think I can hold it back much longer.” Whoosh, she let herself fall and my cock slipped out. For a moment, I wasn’t the only one who was disappointed, my lower body also reacted with a cramp-like pulling sensation in my groin. Iris turned around, leaned forward and blew a kiss on the tip of my cock. “Don’t be disappointed, he can come back in soon and inside me too, but not so quickly, I don’t know how many times you can do it one after the other and we want to enjoy it.” She fell onto her back and demanded: “Come on, spoil my tits and my pussy so I get even hornier.” Even though a small wave of frustration ran through me, I couldn’t resist this invitation.
My lips pressed against the nipple of her right tit and with my hand I played with the hard nipple of her left breast. Whimpering quietly, Iris closed her eyes and surrendered to this treatment. I kept pampering her breasts, but soon my hand wandered to her pussy. While I continued to suck on her tits, gently biting her nipples and pulling them, I played with her clit with my fingers. She lifted her pelvis with pleasure and spread her legs as far as she could. Soon I had sunk three fingers into her pussy and was fucking her with them. She enjoyed that for a little bit, but then she pulled away from me, opened the drawer of her bedside table and brought out a pink ladyfinger. Iris switched on the vibration and demanded: “Fuck me with that until I come and then you can go back in.”
Since I had never held such a thing in my hand before, I reached for it very hesitantly. She laughed quietly and said: “Don’t worry, it won’t bite. Grab it from behind and push it in, but fuck me gently with it.” I did what she had said and with a quiet moan Iris rolled her eyes. “Yes, uuhhm, I love it when men spoil me with this thing.” She trembled slightly and gave herself completely to the feeling. I also found it incredibly enjoyable to see how this woman writhed under the treatment. It took at most five minutes before she moaned out her second orgasm. Exhausted, she sank back, opened her eyes and said: “Thank you, that was great.” Iris took the vibrator from me, turned it off and breathed: “And now you again.” But I couldn’t take my eyes off her stringy pussy, which attracted my lips like a magnet.
Before she could say anything else, my tongue ran through her slit, my mouth sucked on her clit and elicited a soft whimper from Iris. Again, I pampered her pussy as best I could and enjoyed her reactions. And once again, I brought her to orgasm, which was even more intense than the previous ones. Iris arched her back, let out a sharp scream and immediately pressed her hand over her mouth to suppress any more. Only after a while did she open her eyes, look at me with eyes beaming with happiness and say: “I had the right instinct again. You’re making me and my pussy sing. Go on now, fuck me and squirt your seed inside me.” This time I knew – I could finish it – and I rammed my cock violently into her cunt.
She responded to each thrust with a muffled sound, which made me come quicker than I wanted. I twitched and came into her abdomen and sank exhausted onto her. Iris gave me a moment to recover, then she pushed me up and looked deep into my eyes. “Hot, isn’t it?” “You bet,” I answered with a deep breath. “But that’s not the end,” she added. “Now you lick me again. Lick it all out, but don’t swallow it, and then we’ll kiss and play with it. You’ll see, that will quickly get your little friend going again and then you can express your wishes.” I hesitated a little because I had never done anything like that before. Licking my own cum out of her pussy didn’t seem very desirable at the moment, but Iris knew how to get her way.
She pushed me up so that I rolled off her side and before I could react, she came over my face again with her legs spread. Her now slightly swollen pussy lowered itself and I could see the whitish trickle that was forming a thread at that moment, but before it dripped off, her pussy reached my mouth. If I didn’t want to push her down by force, I had to comply with her wishes, so I opened my mouth and my tongue stuck out. For a moment my feelings were at odds. One side didn’t want it, but horniness won. I sucked myself onto the pussy, drilled my tongue into her slippery grotto and collected the mixture of semen and her juice in my mouth. Because I was lying on my back, I couldn’t stop some of it from running down my throat, but that didn’t bother me anymore because I found it absolutely hot by now.
Maybe it was also because Iris, who was above me with her face towards my lower body, began to gently jerk my cock and, as promised, it quickly became hard again. I lost myself in this delicacy, even though my mouth was slowly becoming overfilled. It didn’t take long, however, before Iris let go of my cock, sat upright and, whimpering softly, had her next orgasm. When it subsided, she got off and looked at me with shining eyes. “Now give me what you’ve collected and let’s play with it.” I sat up, hugged her and our lips pressed together. With her tongue she took what she wanted out of my mouth, swallowed some of it and we engaged in wild smooching with the rest. She grabbed my cock again and jerked it gently. What a feeling!
The slimy mixture of sperm and pussy juice, between which our tongues performed a wild dance. The sweet taste and the sounds of pleasure from Iris in my ear drove me crazy and I wanted it to never end. This woman knew exactly what she was doing and how to stimulate a man. My cock couldn’t get any harder, which she soon noticed. After a final passionate kiss, she swallowed the rest of the mixture and asked: “What do you want now?” I had already thought about it, but almost didn’t dare to say it. Iris nodded encouragingly at me and with a deep breath I murmured: “Actually two things: Firstly, I would like to use your back room, but I would also love to come in your mouth.” “Hmm, you are a connoisseur and want the full program,” she said with a quiet laugh.
“But you can have it if you want, because it’s been so hot so far. There’s just one problem. After an ass fuck, I don’t put it in my mouth anymore. So you’d have to come twice or choose one.” She looked at me questioningly, but I didn’t really want to decide. “Look, I’ll suck him until he cums and then try to motivate your sweetheart again so that you get the ass fuck too. But I can’t promise anything, it’s up to you,” she offered. I nodded, whereupon she gave me another kiss and then took my cock in her mouth. She sucked it tenderly, played with my balls and sometimes jerked my cock. In these moments, she licked the base of my glans with lustful moans, which made me suck in my stomach. Again and again she took it deep into her mouth, her tongue working hard.
After a while I wanted to push her around so I could also pleasure her pussy in the 69 position, but she stopped and said: “No, now it’s your turn, I’ve already had my fun and you should concentrate fully on what I’m doing with you because that will make the experience better for you.” I had really come across a sex mistress. She knew exactly how to achieve the greatest pleasure and I let myself go. I could feel every stroke of her tongue, no matter how light. Her lips, which sometimes wrapped themselves more firmly and sometimes barely perceptibly around my penis. Her fingers, which skillfully stimulated the base of my cock between my anus and balls. It was especially hot when she worked on the base of my glans with her lips pressed tightly together and her tongue played around the tip of my cock. I would like to see the man who can hold back for a long time during such treatment.
With a suppressed moan, I arched my back, grabbed her head and squirted my second orgasm into her mouth with a twitch. Iris paused, only her tongue continued to play around my penis, making me gasp. Again and again my stomach contracted and I took my hands off her head. Iris looked up at me without releasing my penis from her mouth, swallowed and smiled at me with shining eyes. She tenderly began to pleasure my now flaccid penis again. At first it was almost a little uncomfortable, but soon some life returned to my cock. “Now you can join in again,” she said and came over me in the 69 position. “But no licking. Play with my pussy, spread moisture on my asshole and then prepare it for your penis with your fingers.
Take a close look at everything and look forward to your cock being able to penetrate there soon.” And she already had my cock in her mouth again. Her words alone heated me up again and made my little friend grow again. The view of her slightly swollen, moist, shiny pussy, which was presented to me so invitingly, made it difficult for me not to lick her. Remembering her words, I gently stroked her clitoris, played around her slightly open grotto with my fingers and watched as she became wetter and wetter. Drops formed, but before they dripped, I stroked them upwards to her pink rosette. When my wet fingers touched this part of her body, Iris let out a strained sound of pleasure. Her anus twitched and I pressed the tip of my finger in gently. “Uuhhm,” Iris moaned and briefly let go of my cock.
Leaving my index finger in, I gently stroked the sphincter with my thumb and middle finger. I turned my finger slightly in her back entrance and Iris, who had just taken my penis in her mouth again, bit it lightly out of sheer horniness. I flinched – not from pain, more from shock – which had two consequences: Firstly, I pushed my index finger all the way in and secondly, my little friend suddenly stood upright. You would think that it would have the opposite effect, but the combination of finger in the ass and the woman’s loud, lustful moan worked wonders. “Uuuhhmm, that’s hot,” she whimpered. “Keep going and you’ll see, it will be the crowning glory of the evening.” Iris turned back to my penis and I began to fuck her back entrance with my finger.
Nice and slowly and carefully, I moved my finger in her anus, ran the index finger of my other hand into her slippery grotto and briefly worked on both holes. The sounds of pleasure from the woman above me became more and more intense, her pussy got wetter and wetter, and her butt and vaginal muscles joined in. I pulled my finger out of her vagina, which made her moan in annoyed. But when I spread moisture over the back entrance again and pushed the index finger of my other hand in, she threw her head back and moaned out her pleasure. “Uuhh yes, wonderful! Deeper, faster! Fuck me with your fingers, uuhh, hmm,” she acknowledged my efforts. She tried to turn back to my penis, but could no longer concentrate on it and, with her head thrown back, began to move her pelvis lustfully.
Soon after, she stretched, reached into the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a small jar of lubricant. Because I was continuing to stimulate her ass, she opened the jar with shaking hands and spread some of the gel on my penis. The mixture caused a tingling sensation and my cock reached its full size. Iris pushed the gel towards me and said in a hoarse voice: “A little more on my ass and then finally put it in.” Crawling out from under the woman, spreading the gel and putting my penis in was one thing. I slowly pushed my cock into her asshole. Iris dropped onto her elbows, laid her head on the bed between her arms and gave herself completely to the feeling. “Hmmmm, yes, push it all the way in and then really ram me. Don’t be considerate, even if I should moan, I need it.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her by the hips and thrust with pleasure. What a horny feeling, feeling the cock in that tight hole, hearing her panting breath and the whimpering with which she responded to each thrust. With each thrust, waves went through her body and I enjoyed this ass fuck incredibly. After a while, Iris said, “Let’s change positions, please. I want to ride you and you should see my soaking wet pussy. Then you take the ladyfinger and fuck my pussy with it. You’ll see, that will give us the greatest pleasure.” A little reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of her asshole and lay on my back. Iris fished the vibrator out of her cupboard, handed it to me, got on top and inserted my cock into her asshole again. This time we both moaned with pleasure.
She leaned forward, kissed me passionately and pressed her pillow under my head so that I could see everything well. When she had stood up again, she began to ride me. With her eyes closed and her body leaning slightly backwards, she moved as if a horse were trotting beneath her. Her tits bounced in time and her slightly open pussy secreted vast amounts of moisture. After watching this for a while, I turned on the vibrator and gently ran it over her clit and through her slit. “Hhuuu, hmmm,” she whimpered, losing her rhythm for a moment. I pressed the thing into her grotto and felt the vibration all the way into my penis. It was really hot and I had to make an effort to make fucking movements with it and not just leave it there.
Iris moaned louder and louder and I couldn’t suppress the sounds of pleasure either. We couldn’t keep it up for long and Iris tensed up, her anal sphincter squeezed my penis and at the same time we moaned out our orgasm. Twitching, I came in her back entrance, pulled out the vibrator and let it fall next to me. Iris sank trembling onto my chest and was only able to act again minutes later. I gently stroked her back and enjoyed this ultimate satisfaction. My flaccid penis slowly slipped out of her ass and the vibrator was still humming quietly next to us. Iris sat up a little, looked at me with glowing cheeks and shining eyes and breathed: “Thank you, it really was the perfect ending.” “I think I should thank you for this incredible experience,” I replied with a smile.
We both laughed quietly and kissed deeply once more, then Iris turned off the vibrator and looked at the alarm clock. “It’s just after midnight, if you don’t want to get into trouble you have to go now.” She got off and I couldn’t suppress a disappointed sound. Iris leaned down again, blew another kiss on my lips and demanded: “Come on now, you can take a quick shower so your wife doesn’t smell anything, but then you have to go. It was clear from the start that this was just going to be an adventure and even though it was incredibly hot, it’s over now.” She pushed me into her bathroom, turned on the water and then soaped me up. She washed my penis particularly intensively, laughed quietly when it came back to life a little, rinsed it off and blew a kiss on it.
“I would love to throw my principles overboard now, but as tempting as it is, you should dry yourself off, get dressed and go.” With these words, she threw me a towel and left the room. I couldn’t quite come to my senses and before I knew it, she pushed me out the door with her final words: “It was great, thank you for the lovely evening and remember; if we see each other again, just a friendly nod and it will remain our secret forever.” The door was closed and I was standing on the street. Freshly showered, I shivered slightly in the cold night air and, totally confused, I set off. Was it all just a dream? But no, it was too intense for that. I could still smell her scent, felt her touch and thought back to the hottest moments.
But I slowly came to my senses again. I thought about my wife and that I had cheated on her for the first time in our marriage. My guilty conscience began to gnaw at me and my steps quickened. I was afraid of coming home because I was not a good actor. If my wife tried, she would find out. With my heart pounding, I entered the apartment, but she was not there yet. I quickly undressed and slipped into bed. My thoughts began to circle back to the last few hours when I heard the apartment door open. With a loud bang, my wife entered the hallway, knocked something over, tried to pick it up and groaned loudly. She rushed into the bathroom and I knew the noise that followed all too well. It took a while before she came into the bedroom with a small bucket.
I sat up a little, but she just waved me off and mumbled, “Don’t say anything. We’ll talk tomorrow,” and fell into bed. Groaning, she turned over on her side and reached for the bucket. I turned over too, but I hardly slept that night. I was too preoccupied with the adventure with Iris.
