I used to see this lady called Mary, and we were both in our sixties. We met on a dating site. The first date went well, but it was one of those where she ended it by saying, “I like you, but could we be friends? I don't see it as a romantic ending.”

She had been married twice and later had a long-term partner who stole a significant amount of money from her. She even involved the police. She was very wealthy, living in a large house with two cars, including a sports car. As a chemist, she imported stocks from Germany and Belgium and sold them to British industries!

I kept seeing her, and she cooked for me on a Sunday, which was nice. We went out for meals, had days out, and had a snog at the end, but nothing more, really. She was really attractive. Beautiful, generously sized breasts, and confident—she liked showing her cleavage. Then one day we drove to the coast. The day before, it had been Mary's birthday. I told her it was going to be my treat, everything on me.

I picked her up from her house; she looked absolutely stunning. She wore a brightly coloured summer dress that buttoned up to her waist, red, turquoise, yellow, and black on a white background. She wore turquoise mid-heeled shoes, a matching bag, and a turquoise pendant with matching earrings. She carried a red jacket, which she laid on the back seat. At that point, I noticed her cleavage. Wow, I thought.

“Mary, you look so beautiful today, just stunning. I have pre-booked our table at a restaurant a friend at work told me about. It's somewhere off the beaten track.” She looked at me, impressed.

“You look good too, and you smell fantastic.” She reached over, took my hand, and said, “I want today to be special, Keith.”

We went to Whitby for the day. We walked around the town; it was a very warm late-spring day.

When we were on our journey, we chatted about her family and her birthday yesterday. She said it had been a wonderful day.

After I had parked for the day, Mary took my hand, squeezed it, and gave me the biggest smile. But she left her hand in mine. I wondered whether things were beginning to change. It was quite away from the tourist area. We walked and talked. I made her laugh so much that she put her head on my shoulder and said,

“Oh, don't, Keith, stop it, or I'm going to pee myself.”

The way she was acting aroused me. We had a glorious meal; the food was fantastic. Mary had drunk far more than on previous trips out; it certainly affected her. As we reached the car, she had her hand resting on the top of my thigh, gently touching my leg. On the way home, we started to talk about sex and what we liked.

“I really like oral sex,” I said with a grin.

“All men do.” Mary just laughed.

“I enjoy receiving a blow job, but I really prefer eating pussy because it's so intimate.” I looked at her to see her reaction.

She fell silent for a moment before finally saying, “Keith, I would really like to have sex with you when we get back.” It was so unexpected that I nearly lost control of the car. She then added, “I want you to make long, slow, passionate love to me,” and begged me to eat her first.

“It will be my absolute pleasure,” I said with a big grin.

While driving, I noticed a parking sign ahead, quickly pulled off the road, and parked. No other cars were around, which was a real bonus. I reached over and kissed her; she didn't hold back and soon was pushing her tongue into my mouth. I responded by sucking her tongue before she did the same. I then realised she was braless and saw her prominent, erect nipple. I used my thumb to flick it left and right through her dress. She completely melted into my embrace. I kissed her neck and nuzzled her ear. Whatever I did, she only moaned.

I gently stepped back and said, “Let's get you home before you decide to change your mind.”

“There’s no chance of that happening,” she said, eyebrows raised.

On the way home, she unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of her dress, took my hand, and placed it on her smooth skin.

We got back to her place. It was a little strange as we didn't go upstairs. She shut the blinds downstairs. I undressed her really slowly, kissing her everywhere. I spent ages sucking her wonderful big breasts. Alternating from one to the other, licking and sucking her big, strawberry-like nipples. She was moaning so much, I only stopped to move onto her mouth; she was a really great kisser. I knew that from stopping in the car, and also the goodnight kisses we shared on previous dates. I sucked and chewed one nipple whilst rolling the other one between my thumb and forefinger. Then changed over and over. Her nipples were so sensitive.

She was saying, “Oh god, Keith, it's heaven.” She added, “I can cum just from nipple attention, but not today; maybe another time.” “I'm so wet,” she gasped.

I knew she wanted me to touch her pussy, but I waited, teasing her to build the anticipation. She was panting like a dog. She still had her heels on; I took them off and then kissed and sucked every one of her painted toenails. Something I had never done before; it was a lovely sensation. I returned my attention to her breasts. Sucking one nipple deeply and rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger, then changing over and over.

Finally, I gently lay her on the sofa and removed her knickers.

“Oh my fucking god, Keith, I'm wetter than I've been in the last twenty years.” She gasped.

She was silky smooth. Certainly, my choice. I raised one of her legs onto the arm of the sofa and just kissed her pussy, really gently. I got a cushion and put it under her bottom so I could get in further. I kissed her pussy lips, so softly over and over, pushing my tongue between her lips, licking the inside of her inner lips. She moaned every time I kissed and licked her. Slowly, I started long licks from the very bottom of her forchette, slowly up to her clit, over and over. Her juices were running from her onto the edge of the sofa.

I stopped and said, “I will get a towel.”

“No, you fucking won't. Please don't stop. It's beyond heaven.” Scolding me to even think of stopping.

I started kissing, licking, and sucking her clit and slid two fingers into her sopping pussy. I glanced up and noticed she was playing with her own nipples. She was purring over and over, gasping.

I sensed she wasn't very far away, so I removed my fingers and placed both hands on her breasts, using her juices from my fingers on one and a bit of spit on my other hand. I tugged and gently rolled them. Believing this might be a rare moment, I wanted to enjoy it fully. I then tongued her for a while, slurping the increasing flow of her juices, which felt almost enchanting.

Finally, I really started on her clit, I used just the very tip of my tongue on her bud. I flicked it left and right very quickly over and over, so fast left and right and back, then up and down, all the time tugging and rolling her nipples. With the noises she was making, I knew she was going to cum soon. In reality, it was really quick; it took no time at all. She was arching her back.

“Yes, oh my fucking god, I'm cumming!” she yelled at the top of her voice.

It wasn't just a squirt; a small stream was coming from her, and she was trembling repeatedly.

She pressed my face firmly against her open slit as she continued to climax, trembling uncontrollably. Then she broke into uncontrollable sobs. Unsure of what was happening, I sat up, moved beside her, and embraced her. Tears streamed down her face until she finally settled down.

She said, “That was the first time anyone in my life had eaten me out. My two husbands hadn't, except for a quick lick. Other men had asked me to suck them, but wouldn't do the same for me.”

“I think it's a generational thing—my generation—but not me,” I said, trying to comfort her.

I embraced her warmly as she nestled into me, whispering, “That's the best thing ever.”

I kissed her, and she responded with deep, moaning kisses. I gently inserted three fingers and slowly explored her.

She then asked me to make love to her, so we went upstairs to bed. She undressed me, kissing me all over. She sucked my cock for a little while, and I lay her right on the edge of the bed. I got down on my knees and got her feet onto the edge of the bed. This is the perfect way to eat her pussy for me. I tugged a cushion off the bed and placed it under her bottom. She put her feet on the edge, spread her legs wide, and ate her pussy again. As soon as my lips started on her slit, she moaned and groaned.

I kissed them like I would the lips on her face; every different thing I did to her, whether it be licking, kissing, or sucking her, she moaned like crazy. I finally pushed 2 fingers into her soaking wet slit. I found her G-spot and slowly sucked on her clit. It was heaven for me when she orgasmed again. It took longer to achieve this time, but it was perfect for me. She bucked her back; her legs shook violently. It was a super strong orgasm. She eventually rolled onto her tummy.

“Keith, this is the best day I have had in years,” she proclaimed.

I stressed, "It's not over yet.”

I pulled her cheeks apart and rimmed her long and slowly; the noises were off the scale.

She said, "I didn't even realise that was a thing. It's incredibly erotic." I responded, "I'm really thirsty now. Would you like me to get you something to drink?"

She said, “Yes, there are loads in the fridge.”

So I went down and came back with two brown cows.

She said, "What the hell is that?"

I replied, "It's half Coke, half milk. Try it."

She said, "It's lovely; that's another thing I have never had."

I said, “Three new things in one day are enough for everyone!”

I put my arms around her, and we lay together a while.

“Please make love to me now, Keith,” she said out of the blue.

So we started by kissing deep, romantic, loving kisses. I played with her ample breasts and licked all around her nipples. Her areolas were huge. Then, finally, she sucked her nipples in turn, going from one to the other over and over. I was so hard I rubbed my cock up and down her lips, found her hole with my fingers and eased myself in. She was pretty dam wet. She wrapped her legs around me, and we slowly fucked and kissed for ages. I eased out of her, and I rolled on my side, and she did the same. I entered her from the side in a spoon position. I had my right arm under her neck, feeling her right boob. I was inside from behind, and my left hand was playing with her clit. I was so horny and turned on by now that I came really quickly, pumping jets of cum deep inside her.

Every time we were together, I ate her; over time, I edged her, and she loved it. She also loved being fingered, but like a frenzy fingering, three fingers and ramming them in and out as fast as I could.

I also tugged really hard on her nipples. When she wanted it like this, we would go to the spare room where it was covered with a plastic cover rather than a towelling fitted sheet. She was like a river by the time she had cum; the towelling sheet was so wet and sometimes even a pool below it. I would soak my hand in it and massage her.

We bought a massage table between us. It was so great and varied in height. I love to blindfold her, tie her wrists to the bed. I didn't even have to touch her; by the time I had put it together, she was dripping wet. The very first time I used it, I blindfolded her and just sucked her tits. I totally went to town on them, sucking and biting them, chewing and nibbling them. Sucking one nipple so hard and rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger, but really hard. I never went anywhere near her cunt, and within twenty minutes or so, she was screaming her head off as her orgasm ripped through her. Then a simple wipe down, money really well spent.

One weekend, we went to Belgium from Thursday to Monday. She had a meeting at work in Brussels on Friday. That afternoon, she got the required chemicals over the phone, so we had a good night out in Brussels. Then we had Saturday, Sunday, and most of Monday in Bruges. We made the trip over and were there by lunchtime, staying two nights in this luxury hotel she had been to before. We had a sandwich in the hotel and two beers. I only realised then how strong the beer was. In the afternoon, we went to the Market Square, and Mary took me to many places she knew. The best waffle shop. A bar with a thousand bottles of beer on display, one glass for each. We did the canal tour on the boats.

Then she took me to the bar on the corner, on the top floor. We each had three small glasses of beer and a huge plate of chopped cheese. We tasted each other's and scoffed the cheese, then I had it again with six other glasses of beer. We were both a bit squiffy when we came out. We looked around a bit more, got two coffees in a bar, and two shots of something strong. We went back to the hotel, had fabulous drunken sex on the bed, and went to sleep.

When I woke up, I was horny as hell, so I woke Mary up and feasted on her pussy, made her cum, and we both went back to sleep. In the morning, I was woken up by Mary giving me a blowjob. Omg, she really knew how to suck a cock. She was positioned so she could watch me. Kissing, swirling her tongue all around him, sucking him all the way down, and then just the tip. I stroked her hair as she sucked him hard.

I told her, “I was cumming.”

Then I shot my load into her mouth. She showed me, then swallowed it all.

That morning, we had a late breakfast in our room, then went to the hotel sauna, where we both had massages. It was Mary's treat for me.

In the afternoon, we were typical tourists, out for a few presents and a coffee and cake.

In the evening, we went out for dinner. I asked her, as we didn't know anyone here, whether she would go braless, and she agreed straight away. She looked amazing; she wore a lemon-coloured spaghetti-strap dress that really showed off her big tits, and for most of the night her nipples were very erect. We had dinner and then went to a cosy bar, where we had two more 9% ABV beers.

One thing I have found out: if we went somewhere no one knew her, she really got off on being touched, so we ended up, after dinner and a few strong beers, taking a horse-drawn carriage ride.

The guide talked a bit as he guided the horse, but very soon we were kissing deeply, and I had one strap off and was cupping her big tit in my hand. I spat on my fingers and rolled and squeezed her nipple. She was moaning and gasping into my mouth. I was relentless in my assault on her nipple; she was squirming in the seats. I stopped kissing her and asked the driver not to take us back to the place we got on, but to our hotel. He did that, and when we got off, I gave him a healthy tip.

As soon as we were in the lift, I told her, “to take off her knickers and give them to me.”

She just said, “Certainly, Sir.”

I took them in my hands, raised them to my nostrils, and inhaled deeply.

I said, "You smell delicious, Mary.”

By then, we were on our floor. We reached our door, and I put the key in the lock but left it there. Within a moment, I had both her straps off, well, actually, I tore one in the frenzy of freeing her tits. I went straight to her nipples with my mouth and hand. I held her hands above her head.

She just looked at me and said, “Take me here right now, Keith.”

Whilst I was holding her hand above her head, I made her watch me as I gently slapped both of her tits. It was the strong booze; I'm dam sure of it, mixed with Mary's easiness to please.

I moved her feet apart using my foot. She simply gazed at me with desire in her eyes.

I said, “I fucking love you, Mary.”

She said, “I do right at that moment. I've never been this wet before, ever.”

She was so wet on the inside of her thigh, her juices all the way down her leg. I crouched a little and lined up, but she just squatted right down, and it slid onto me so easily. I started to fuck her really hard; her tits were bouncing.

She said, “fuck me, you cunt.”

I looked at her and twisted her nipple.

She said, “Do it again.”

So I did, but even harder.

I was fucking her so fast, hard, and deep. It was a frenetic fucking, I could feel my cum rising in my cock and within no time.

I said, “I'm cumming.”

Mary cried out almost immediately, saying, “Me too, fuck, oh, fuck.”

We came at the same time; I was pumping cum into her. She screamed and spasmed. She had both arms wrapped around my shoulders, holding on to me for dear life. Wave after wave ripped through her; she did buckle a little, and I literally had to hold her up.

She was gasping, “fuck fuck I've never had that done. I've never cum like that, it's amazing”. Other than the wet bed incident as described above, that was the wettest I have ever seen her, with juices flooding down her legs. I opened the door, and we fell inside.

After fourteen months, she ended it, saying she had met someone and she wanted to make a go of it. Which was fine, but after about six months, I was her bit on the side as he would never go down on her. But yes, she certainly did use me for sex; I was not complaining, though.