I live in an apartment complex by myself in a pretty big city. I’ve been single for a while since my husband died 10 years ago. I have a good job and I’m able to take care of myself and I go on dates from time to time to satisfy my needs.

About 8-10 months ago, this younger couple (30sish) moved into the apartment next door. He was very nice me and she was kind of a bitch when we first met, which was annoying having a new neighbor where they have that animosity towards right away. Both of them are very good looking, but I didn’t think much of it.

Fast forward to about 5 months ago when I am taking the garbage down, him and I cross paths at the dumpster. While taking the elevator back up, he mentioned that he saw I received a huge box outside my door and asked if I got a TV. I told him I did but I was waiting for my brother to come over later that week to help me set it up. He told me he would set it up for me, if I didn’t mind. Which I didn’t, it was taking up space in my apartment for over a week and I wanted to enjoy my new TV. So I welcomed him in.

As he was setting up the TV, something came upon me where I caught myself checking him out. His arms were popping out of his shirt, his shorts were basically painted onto his thighs, and I can’t lie…I was a little curious. So I did what any typical 58 year old lady would do, I offered him a glass of water or lemonade. And just as I was about to hand him the water, I spilled it all over myself. I immediately shrieked from the cold and quickly removed my shirt and started patting my well endowed chest with my shirt.

I don’t wear revealing clothing often, so it was much to his surprise to see my bra barely containing what God blessed me with. As I caught him staring for a half a second, I playfully swatted him with my shirt “What, you’ve never seen tits before?” I jokingly said. As he stumbled over his words, I placed my hand on his arm and said “It’s okay hunny, I won’t tell your wife”, and batted my eyes at him. That was all the motivation he needed to get down from the step stool, pull me into him and start making out with me.

Within minutes I was on my knees, pulling his shorts down and sucking his rock hard cock. He must not get much action with his wife because just a couple moments later he was coating the back of my throat with his juices. Next thing I know, I’m laying back on my couch with my legs around his ears as he swirls his tongue all around me. My claws digging into the pillows as my eyes float to the back of my head in ecstacy. After about another 20ish minutes, he flips me around, buries my face into the cushion and impales me from behind. His thrusts were fast and angry as he groaned with each movement. I made sure to reciprocate with moans and squeals until he finally came inside of me.

Being the gentleman that he is, he finishes setting up my TV as I played with myself while I watched. It was disappointing that he didn’t fuck me again, but I understood that he had to get next door to his wife.

He now comes over at least 2-3 times a week and I couldn’t be happier when I pass his wife in the hallways of our apartment complex and give her the smirk of “Your husband fucks me all time”.

Maybe before they move out, I’ll tell her. Just so I can see the look on her stupid face. Never thought I’d be this type of lady, but life does throw curve balls from time to time.