My Mature Matron.

Dapperguy

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Well, last night I scored my self a real goal. I got chatting to this older lady down at the Crab and Anchor Inn. She was 68, slim and pretty. I went home with her. We kissed. I fell to my knees, with intention of caressing her thighs, which I did with aplomb. She moaned and sighed as I pushed my hand up and over tights and knickers to explore her pussy. It was wet; very wet. I had her underwear down at her shoes, which she kicked off and struggled out of her tights . I by now had her skirt off and my mouth was on her clitoris, licking, suckling and nibbling at it. Her moans and squeals were positive. To cut to the chase, soon we found ourselves naked and in a 69 on the floor. She sucked me as an experienced woman should until we both orgasmed in each other’s mouth. We sat up and I saw her drooping tired tits and I went wild. I sucked them like an infant and she directed me to the bed room, where she orchestrated my first mounting of her. God, was she wet. I slid into her gripping cunt, while she softly stroked my bottom, which only made my ardour more forthright. She squeal and moaned as she struggled to get on top of me which she did. She wanted to ride my cock. She did. I was almost breathless with her cunt spasms and grips. I knew I would come with my rhythmic ingress and egress of her flowing cunt. I did and so did she. We moaned, she wept and I lay beside her in the wet patch our body fluids had made. She put her head down at the wet patch and licked it. I did the same. We then went back to the seeking after Carnal knowledge of each other, sticky with sweat and body fluid. A wonderful 8 hours of unbridled passion and lust between a 42 year man and a 68 year woman. It was the a la carte of carnal knowledge. We are meeting next Saturday for more of the same. She wanted me to tell of our encounter to prove the stereotype of the agism and sex is utterly wrong and hurtful.
 
Its getting hot in here!

From experience, I know that older lovers do make great lovers. Through your words it’s apparent to me that both of you are also compatible partners on the same sexual wave length. How delicious that must have been.

Thank you for sharing your hot encounter.
Your welcome.
 
Well, last night I scored my self a real goal. I got chatting to this older lady down at the Crab and Anchor Inn. She was 68, slim and pretty. I went home with her. We kissed. I fell to my knees, with intention of caressing her thighs, which I did with aplomb. She moaned and sighed as I pushed my hand up and over tights and knickers to explore her pussy. It was wet; very wet. I had her underwear down at her shoes, which she kicked off and struggled out of her tights . I by now had her skirt off and my mouth was on her clitoris, licking, suckling and nibbling at it. Her moans and squeals were positive. To cut to the chase, soon we found ourselves naked and in a 69 on the floor. She sucked me as an experienced woman should until we both orgasmed in each other’s mouth. We sat up and I saw her drooping tired tits and I went wild. I sucked them like an infant and she directed me to the bed room, where she orchestrated my first mounting of her. God, was she wet. I slid into her gripping cunt, while she softly stroked my bottom, which only made my ardour more forthright. She squeal and moaned as she struggled to get on top of me which she did. She wanted to ride my cock. She did. I was almost breathless with her cunt spasms and grips. I knew I would come with my rhythmic ingress and egress of her flowing cunt. I did and so did she. We moaned, she wept and I lay beside her in the wet patch our body fluids had made. She put her head down at the wet patch and licked it. I did the same. We then went back to the seeking after Carnal knowledge of each other, sticky with sweat and body fluid. A wonderful 8 hours of unbridled passion and lust between a 42 year man and a 68 year woman. It was the a la carte of carnal knowledge. We are meeting next Saturday for more of the same. She wanted me to tell of our encounter to prove the stereotype of the agism and sex is utterly wrong and hurtful.Lovely
Lovely story. Good to think I have at least 4 more years yet. I must say that licking the wet spot was not something I have ever contemplated.
 
When I was fifty eight I had a relationship with someone in their early 70's. She was very very sensual. She knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it. Good times.
I have never thought of it before either...now I'm thinking of it.
 
I have never thought of it before either...now I'm thinking of it.
Its getting hot in here!

From experience, I know that older lovers do make great lovers. Through your words it’s apparent to me that both of you are also compatible partners on the same sexual wave length. How delicious that must have been.

Thank you for sharing your hot encounter.
Your welcome. The Matron demanded that I shared it, to prove older woman are not redundant where sex is concerned.
 
We have been swingers for a number of years and when I was 45 my hubby (Sam) was 43, we met a couple through a contact site and ended up meeting them. I had been chatting to the guy and we had swapped pictures of the four of us, he had described him and his as both being 55 and from their photos we had no reason to think they were not. He was good looking and had a great sense of humour and she had short greying hair and looked a bit like a head teacher. From the photos we exchanged it was clear that she was a skirt wearing lady, and underneath, it was stockings, or hold ups it suspender-tights. Sam was as very happy indeed.

When we had our first meeting, it was just for a meal at a country pub. We all got on like a house on fire and it was obvious we all liked what we saw. As we chatted the lady asked how we felt about the age gap and I said, ‘10 years isnt a lot these days”, to which she replied ‘10 ? Don’t you mean nearly 20 ?, we are both 64 but you knew that didn’t you ?’. The poor woman went beetroot red when her hubby explained he had told a lie about their ages as he thought We wouldn’t want to chat or meet them.

As it was it didn’t matter in the slightest. Nothing happened that night other than me snogging her husband and she snogging Sam. We never play on a first night as we like to give ourselves time to reflect on the meeting and to give the other couple some breathing space too. Better to wait a bit than rush in no matter how right the situation felt.

As we drove home, I told Sam, that as I was kissing the other guy, I could feel his cock pressing against me and it felt good. Sam laughed and said he tried to be discreet by not holding her too close as they kissed as he too was aroused, but he did give her arse a bit of a squeeze and as she did, she reached down a gripped his cock through his trousers and whispered in his ear that she was looking forward to feeling his cock deep inside her.

Well you guessed it we did meet them again… and again…. again, for a period of over 6 years till they were both 70. We only stopped playing when he was taken ill and they moved to live nearer their children so as to be looked after.

Whilst we were having fun with the it was incredible, Sam said she could suck a tennis ball through a nose pipe, she always swallowed, she took anal as easily as vaginal. He couldn’t praise the passion of an older woman enough, I wasn’t offended after all I am older than him too lol (just). Luckily for me she was also very bisexual and I had as much fun with her as Sam did, and if she sucked Sam’s cock only half as good as she ate my pussy, I can do nothing but agree with Sam in that she was outstandingly good.

As for the guy he fucked me with equal passion and stamina of a younger man and on those times when he was beginning to run out of steam, a little blue pill helped perk him up mmmmm.

And one final bit of fun, on one occasion for Sam yes she did dress fully as a Head Mistress mmmmm.

Older women rock mmmmmmm
Great recount of your experiences. Having just entered group sexogenerian I can attest that sex with my soon to be a member wife is always getting better. Golden years for a reason!
 
We have been swingers for a number of years and when I was 45 my hubby (Sam) was 43, we met a couple through a contact site and ended up meeting them. I had been chatting to the guy and we had swapped pictures of the four of us, he had described him and his as both being 55 and from their photos we had no reason to think they were not. He was good looking and had a great sense of humour and she had short greying hair and looked a bit like a head teacher. From the photos we exchanged it was clear that she was a skirt wearing lady, and underneath, it was stockings, or hold ups it suspender-tights. Sam was as very happy indeed.

When we had our first meeting, it was just for a meal at a country pub. We all got on like a house on fire and it was obvious we all liked what we saw. As we chatted the lady asked how we felt about the age gap and I said, ‘10 years isnt a lot these days”, to which she replied ‘10 ? Don’t you mean nearly 20 ?, we are both 64 but you knew that didn’t you ?’. The poor woman went beetroot red when her hubby explained he had told a lie about their ages as he thought We wouldn’t want to chat or meet them.

As it was it didn’t matter in the slightest. Nothing happened that night other than me snogging her husband and she snogging Sam. We never play on a first night as we like to give ourselves time to reflect on the meeting and to give the other couple some breathing space too. Better to wait a bit than rush in no matter how right the situation felt.

As we drove home, I told Sam, that as I was kissing the other guy, I could feel his cock pressing against me and it felt good. Sam laughed and said he tried to be discreet by not holding her too close as they kissed as he too was aroused, but he did give her arse a bit of a squeeze and as she did, she reached down a gripped his cock through his trousers and whispered in his ear that she was looking forward to feeling his cock deep inside her.

Well you guessed it we did meet them again… and again…. again, for a period of over 6 years till they were both 70. We only stopped playing when he was taken ill and they moved to live nearer their children so as to be looked after.

Whilst we were having fun with the it was incredible, Sam said she could suck a tennis ball through a nose pipe, she always swallowed, she took anal as easily as vaginal. He couldn’t praise the passion of an older woman enough, I wasn’t offended after all I am older than him too lol (just). Luckily for me she was also very bisexual and I had as much fun with her as Sam did, and if she sucked Sam’s cock only half as good as she ate my pussy, I can do nothing but agree with Sam in that she was outstandingly good.

As for the guy he fucked me with equal passion and stamina of a younger man and on those times when he was beginning to run out of steam, a little blue pill helped perk him up mmmmm.

And one final bit of fun, on one occasion for Sam yes she did dress fully as a Head Mistress mmmmm.

Older women rock mmmmmmm
You both know the truth behind the enigma.
 
Well, last night I scored my self a real goal. I got chatting to this older lady down at the Crab and Anchor Inn. She was 68, slim and pretty. I went home with her. We kissed. I fell to my knees, with intention of caressing her thighs, which I did with aplomb. She moaned and sighed as I pushed my hand up and over tights and knickers to explore her pussy. It was wet; very wet. I had her underwear down at her shoes, which she kicked off and struggled out of her tights . I by now had her skirt off and my mouth was on her clitoris, licking, suckling and nibbling at it. Her moans and squeals were positive. To cut to the chase, soon we found ourselves naked and in a 69 on the floor. She sucked me as an experienced woman should until we both orgasmed in each other’s mouth. We sat up and I saw her drooping tired tits and I went wild. I sucked them like an infant and she directed me to the bed room, where she orchestrated my first mounting of her. God, was she wet. I slid into her gripping cunt, while she softly stroked my bottom, which only made my ardour more forthright. She squeal and moaned as she struggled to get on top of me which she did. She wanted to ride my cock. She did. I was almost breathless with her cunt spasms and grips. I knew I would come with my rhythmic ingress and egress of her flowing cunt. I did and so did she. We moaned, she wept and I lay beside her in the wet patch our body fluids had made. She put her head down at the wet patch and licked it. I did the same. We then went back to the seeking after Carnal knowledge of each other, sticky with sweat and body fluid. A wonderful 8 hours of unbridled passion and lust between a 42 year man and a 68 year woman. It was the a la carte of carnal knowledge. We are meeting next Saturday for more of the same. She wanted me to tell of our encounter to prove the stereotype of the agism and sex is utterly wrong and hurtful.
Lol! The 69 position with a 68 year old lover - a nice numerical concurrence! 😊
 
We have been swingers for a number of years and when I was 45 my hubby (Sam) was 43, we met a couple through a contact site and ended up meeting them. I had been chatting to the guy and we had swapped pictures of the four of us, he had described him and his as both being 55 and from their photos we had no reason to think they were not. He was good looking and had a great sense of humour and she had short greying hair and looked a bit like a head teacher. From the photos we exchanged it was clear that she was a skirt wearing lady, and underneath, it was stockings, or hold ups it suspender-tights. Sam was as very happy indeed.

When we had our first meeting, it was just for a meal at a country pub. We all got on like a house on fire and it was obvious we all liked what we saw. As we chatted the lady asked how we felt about the age gap and I said, ‘10 years isnt a lot these days”, to which she replied ‘10 ? Don’t you mean nearly 20 ?, we are both 64 but you knew that didn’t you ?’. The poor woman went beetroot red when her hubby explained he had told a lie about their ages as he thought We wouldn’t want to chat or meet them.

As it was it didn’t matter in the slightest. Nothing happened that night other than me snogging her husband and she snogging Sam. We never play on a first night as we like to give ourselves time to reflect on the meeting and to give the other couple some breathing space too. Better to wait a bit than rush in no matter how right the situation felt.

As we drove home, I told Sam, that as I was kissing the other guy, I could feel his cock pressing against me and it felt good. Sam laughed and said he tried to be discreet by not holding her too close as they kissed as he too was aroused, but he did give her arse a bit of a squeeze and as she did, she reached down a gripped his cock through his trousers and whispered in his ear that she was looking forward to feeling his cock deep inside her.

Well you guessed it we did meet them again… and again…. again, for a period of over 6 years till they were both 70. We only stopped playing when he was taken ill and they moved to live nearer their children so as to be looked after.

Whilst we were having fun with the it was incredible, Sam said she could suck a tennis ball through a nose pipe, she always swallowed, she took anal as easily as vaginal. He couldn’t praise the passion of an older woman enough, I wasn’t offended after all I am older than him too lol (just). Luckily for me she was also very bisexual and I had as much fun with her as Sam did, and if she sucked Sam’s cock only half as good as she ate my pussy, I can do nothing but agree with Sam in that she was outstandingly good.

As for the guy he fucked me with equal passion and stamina of a younger man and on those times when he was beginning to run out of steam, a little blue pill helped perk him up mmmmm.

And one final bit of fun, on one occasion for Sam yes she did dress fully as a Head Mistress mmmmm.

Older women rock mmmmmmm
What a great relationship. I don't care about age personally, but my wife would shy away from such a large age gap. We're just 50 now, and I know she would not entertain 30-year olds. I, however, would find it flattering if a younger couple wanted to meet us.
 
The sexiest women I see are almost all older than I am. 68 sounds like a great age. (When I was 20, 68 would have sounded like 200.) I know several women in their late sixties and beyond that I swear I have seen 'that look' in their eyes. They are fit, shapely, and I imagine (wish) them to be as open and willing as the 'mature matron'. I should be so lucky.
 
Well, last night I scored my self a real goal. I got chatting to this older lady down at the Crab and Anchor Inn. She was 68, slim and pretty. I went home with her. We kissed. I fell to my knees, with intention of caressing her thighs, which I did with aplomb. She moaned and sighed as I pushed my hand up and over tights and knickers to explore her pussy. It was wet; very wet. I had her underwear down at her shoes, which she kicked off and struggled out of her tights . I by now had her skirt off and my mouth was on her clitoris, licking, suckling and nibbling at it. Her moans and squeals were positive. To cut to the chase, soon we found ourselves naked and in a 69 on the floor. She sucked me as an experienced woman should until we both orgasmed in each other’s mouth. We sat up and I saw her drooping tired tits and I went wild. I sucked them like an infant and she directed me to the bed room, where she orchestrated my first mounting of her. God, was she wet. I slid into her gripping cunt, while she softly stroked my bottom, which only made my ardour more forthright. She squeal and moaned as she struggled to get on top of me which she did. She wanted to ride my cock. She did. I was almost breathless with her cunt spasms and grips. I knew I would come with my rhythmic ingress and egress of her flowing cunt. I did and so did she. We moaned, she wept and I lay beside her in the wet patch our body fluids had made. She put her head down at the wet patch and licked it. I did the same. We then went back to the seeking after Carnal knowledge of each other, sticky with sweat and body fluid. A wonderful 8 hours of unbridled passion and lust between a 42 year man and a 68 year woman. It was the a la carte of carnal knowledge. We are meeting next Saturday for more of the same. She wanted me to tell of our encounter to prove the stereotype of the agism and sex is utterly wrong and hurtful.
Fantastic, ideally she would have a similar friend, initially watching , slowly reaching out to participate …
 
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