The door to Ben Canby’s bedroom opened and Elena slipped in.
“You’re late,” he told her.
“It was Alicia,” Elena said. “She insisted on helping me clean up.”
She came to the bed, then unbelted her robe and dropped it to the floor. At fifty-five, she was still a lovely woman. She pulled the covers from his naked body, and saw that his cock was hard. At sixty-five, he was still a virile man.
She got on the bed with him, stroked his hard penis, then mounted him and took him inside.
“Take it easy on me,” he said. “I’m an old man, remember?”
“Well,” she said, “I am not an old woman, not yet anyway, so I am not going to take it too easy.”
“Okay, then,” he said, putting his hands on her hips. “Okay. I’m with you.”
She smiled, pressed her hands down on his chest, and began to ride him . . .
* * *
Clint got Alicia on her back, began to kiss her body, lingering at her lovely, round breasts, licking the smooth skin and her dark aureoles before nibbling on her nipples with his teeth.
She gasped and cradled his head, but he didn’t linger there longer. He worked his way down until his face was buried in her crotch, and then went to work on her with his lips and tongue. She grew so wet his face became soaked with her, and his nose filled with her scent, inflaming him even more. Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer. He mounted her, spread her legs wide apart, and drove into her. She gasped and clung to him, using her arms and her legs. He began to move inside her. There wasn’t much give in the hay beneath them, not like a mattress would have given her. Because of that, his penetration of her was complete. Each time he thrust into her, she gasped again, or grunted, but never in pain, only from pleasure.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she said into his ear. They were still trying to stay quiet so no one would hear them. The horses nickered, maybe more from the smells than the sounds. Luckily, Eclipse was a gelding, but the young colt might have detected what was happening. He shifted in his stall, but did not seem to be in any discomfort. They could only hear him, not see him, so they didn’t know that his young nostrils were flaring.
Soon they were both grunting and groaning as the sounds of flesh on flesh filled the barn . . .
* * *
Canby stood at the window, looking down at the barn, saw the light burning.
“Alicia must be in with the horses,” he said.
“Not only the horses,” Elena said from the bed.
He turned and looked at her. She held the covers to her, but one breast remained bare. Her long hair fell to her shoulders. She had worked at the house three months before they had sex the first time. In the past two years, she’d come to him most nights. They never talked about getting married.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?” she asked. “You saw how she was looking at Clint.”
“But I warned him.”
She laughed.
“You have been dealing with too many geldings,” she told him. “Come back to bed.”