Blame it on Carlos [MF]

The vet said he was seven or eight years old when I adopted him from the shelter, which suited me fine because that made us a pair. I turned 50 recently, needed a canine wingman, and he was perfect.

The folks at the shelter called him Carlos, and I kept that name when I brought him home. He was the kind of dog who would stay in the front yard all day long and never roam. Or go on a walk and not need a leash.

So I was a bit surprised one afternoon to learn that ole’ Carlos had wandered off. It wasn’t like him, but I discovered he had been lured away by a bag of popcorn held by a 12-year old neighbor. This young man knew Carlos well, as he and his mom had joined us on walks many times over the last couple years.

The mom was Anna, a 40-ish divorced woman who lived across the street. Anna was a sight too; half-Japanese, beautiful brunette hair and dark eyes, bright smile, and still looking like the college track athlete she had been 20 years ago. At this age her breasts were a bit fuller and her curves had rounded out, but she was still lovely in every way.

We had a nice, easy friendship. I had been divorced for a while, and tried to keep fit by spending time at the gym, watching my diet, and staying active. Anna and I spent many hours together on long walks talking about life, kids, love, etc.

Anyway, when I went to fetch Carlos that afternoon Anna was in her garage straightening things up. We chatted for awhile and she asked me if I’d like to come by that evening to sit by her fire pit with her and her son and his friends. This invitation was a different step for us – Anna knew my ex-wife well and up until this time our relationship had been limited to walks and the occasional handy-man chores I did for her. There was no hint that she wanted anything more, and I wasn’t going to push anything with a friend who knew my ex-wife. Nonetheless, I accepted her invitation and said I’d be over at 8:00.

A little later Anna sent me a text indicating her son had decided to spend the night at his friend’s house, but that she would like it if I’d still come hang out. She also suggested that if I was comfortable to bring some swim trunks because we could get in her hot tub later if we wanted. In my mind I jumped to the hot tub right away – Anna in a bikini would be a treat!

So, on Anna’s patio after several glasses of Oregon Pinot Gris, our conversation had become much more personal and warmer. It seemed to me Anna was smiling and laughing more than usual, but that could have just been the wine messing with my head. Eventually she asked if I still wanted to soak in the hot tub, I said of course, and we both left to change.

I beat her back out to the hot tub and got in to wait for her. When she arrived I did my best to kind of look away and not gawk at her as she took her wrap off and got in the hot tub. But OMG!!!, the glance I did get, with her deep tan contrasting against her white bikini, was amazing.

We picked up where we left off and were having a great time when I felt Anna’s foot come to rest on top of my foot. We glanced at each other, and I think I saw a little glint in her eye, almost a wink. Whatever it was, I knew the game of footsie she had started was intentional, and I played back.

After a few minutes of caressing each other’s feet and calves, I was confident that I could get a little closer to her without crossing a boundary, so I slowly scooted toward her, positioned myself in between her legs, and we kissed. The kiss was good, but her big smile and giggles made for a goofy situation, so I pulled back a bit, gave her my most serious, sexy look, and went back in for another.

The second, third, fourth, fifth, etc. kisses were each better and more passionate than the last, and shortly we were locked in an embrace that both of us knew would soon get intimate.

Luckily, Anna’s hot tub was concealed in a gazebo that provided complete privacy, so there were no worries about the neighbors seeing this scandalous rendezvous. I think I can speak for her and say we were both very comfortable. We were close friends who had gotten to know each other well and there was a level of trust, which all combined to create a very pleasant, lusty atmosphere.

After kissing for a while I got visual consent to take off Anna’s top, and was rewarded with her beautiful round boobs, complete with a sexy tan line. I worshipped them – kissing, licking, and sucking on her dark nipples, while one hand had slipped under her butt and was now massaging her firm ass.

I eventually got my second had under her, while at the same time she was slowly easing my swim trunks off while kissing me with all she had. Once she got my trunks off she lifted herself off the step she was sitting on and helped me get her bottom off. Now we were both fully naked and free to rub and stroke each other to our hearts’ content. As I was massaging around her labia I realized she was totally shaved and smooth as silk, which made me smile thinking that she may have prepared for this.

As I angled my cock closer to Anna’s pussy, I made sure that she was ok with me proceeding unprotected. She knew I had had a vasectomy years earlier, so she readily consented. After a few more minutes massaging and kissing her tits, while my stiff penis was nestled against her labia, I slowly entered her, relishing every inch that she took.

Once we were comfortable and she had fully taken me in, I buried myself balls deep and just stayed there for a minute, enjoying the sight of this beautiful woman enwrapped in passion and joy. I fucked her slowly and deeply, this was no jack-hammer session, and concentrated on every feeling as I drove my throbbing penis in and out of her, burying it to the hilt with each thrust.

I don’t know if Anna came during our hot tub lovemaking session, but she gave me full permission to come in her pussy, and I emptied what seemed like a gallon deep inside of her. Once the adrenaline had subsided a bit, we adjourned to her bedroom, with my hand never leaving her ass all the way up the stairs.

So thank you Carlos, I owe this one to you, my trusty wingman.

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