Church Lady SeXStoRY

A few years ago I lived in a small town in Ontario, Canada. In this town there lived a lady that I knew through someone else who was Very involved in her local church. After her husband died she needed someone to cut her grass, shovel her snow, do odd jobs around the house, etc. I was sitting at home one summer afternoon when the phone rang. It was her, could I come over and fix a section of her eavestrough that had pulled away form the house during a windstorm? I said I could, threw my tool kit into my truck and headed over. Evelyn, we'll call her, was mid sixties blonde (real) as I later discovered, a few extra pounds but all in the right places, if you know what I mean. Beautiful, full undulating breasts Slightly pudgy belly, round hips, Great Ass! The eavestrough job turned into fixing several things around the place and at one point she invited me in for some iced tea. She was wearing a strapless sundress that was just a little too low for her "endowments," and high heeled sandals. We sat talking for a while as we sipped our tea and at last I said, "Well, if there's nothing else, I should be on my way." "There is one thing"; she said, "but I don't quite know how to ask you about it". "Just ask" I said. "Well" she said; "you know that my late husband has been gone for over a year now, and to be quite honest, for the last ten years of our marriage we slept in seperate rooms. I always liked you, you've always struck me as being a very kind, considerate and gentlemanly sort of person. I was wondering, do you find me attractive?" "I've always been attracted to you, since I've known you" she said. "I know this may sound too forward, but would you like to make love to me?" "Are you absolutely sure that's what you want?"; I asked her. "Oh,by all means yes" she replied. "I must confess I've fantasized about it quite a bit". With that, she stepped up to me put her hands on my arms and looked up at me with those big beautiful blue eyes. In less than 10 seconds we were kissing. Wildly, passionately, tongues stabbing, bodies grinding. She was half sighing half groaning and pushing tighter and tighter against me. When we finally broke free of each other she led me to her bedroom and sat me down on her fourposter bed. She then proceeded to unbutton my shirt, then took my hands in hers and placed them squarely on those 38 C's. I masaged them through her dress for a couple minutes then just pulled the front down. She melted to her knees and began undoing and unzipping my pants and reached inside. I was already pretty hard. She wrapped a soft smooth warm hand around my rigid phallus then slid me into that warm, wet, willing mouth like she'd been doing it for years. I can remember thinking to myself, she's on church council and she's sucking cock like a pro. Too wild. We spent the better part of that afternoon making sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes hard love to each other. She matched me stroke for stroke, heaving and writhing bucking and grunting. She BEGGED me to as she put it "Butt Fuck her". The fact that this Church Council lady was being so Dirty with me just made me harder. We ended up in the shower, both being so sweaty from all our "activity" washing each other, playing a little, neither of us were able to start anything again at that point. She told me that I had released 10 years and more of pent up sexual frustration in her and that she had never in all her 40 years of marriage experienced an orgasm she hadn't induced herself until today. We continued to see each other for a while but it eventually ended. Although at different times we tried, nothing could match that first day when the flood gates finally opened.