Double The Age, Double The Pleasure By Klunker100(@yahoo.com) Mix a sexually frustrated young man…his hesitant wife…and a horny, muscular older woman…then watch the sparks fly! Contains graphic sex, lesbianism, and coarse language. Every car that pulled into the customer lot splashed copious amounts of water on the row of parked delivery vans. Likewise with Chuck and Tammy, who had barely said a word on the drive from their condo...or even over breakfast. Both were still preoccupied from the events of the previous evening. A late autumn storm and a cozy fire in the hearth is a romantic setting in anybody's book, but perhaps the pressures of being a young couple on the way up had just put too much of a strain on their love life -- or maybe they just needed a little more time to get used to each other. Chuck tried to force his cock in his voluptuous wife's mouth but all she wanted to do was cuddle before doing the Tube Snake Boogie. Then, as it had happened so many times before, they learned that two deflated egos made it difficult to get a wounded soldier to come to attention or a stacked warehouse to open up its doors to the first customer of the day. But this was another day and they at least had to look like they were a happily married couple. So they parked the car and in they went, each carrying a box loaded with holiday goodies. The place wasn't very crowded for a Saturday morning. They were greeted at the counter by a woman in her 50s who had a smile that was just too cheery for their current frame of mind. "Sending out the Christmas cookies a little early, aren't you?" "Yes, I suppose so," Tammy replied. "But I'm going to Seattle for a seminar for a couple of weeks and I wanted to get this out of the way first." After she effortlessly tossed the heavy boxes back on the staging dock, Belle rang up the shipping order. Halfway through punching the keys on the register she looked at the paperwork in more detail and said, "Hennessy Court? You live on Hennessy Court? So do I! I'm at 1412...that's got to be just around the corner from you." Tammy finally came to life. "Yes...I know where that is...just across from the pool. We're on the other side of the quad. I don't think I've ever seen you, though. Have you lived there long?" "I moved there about two years after my husband passed away, and that's been six years ago. I don't get out much; I'm a real homebody." And 'body' was the key word here. Chuck couldn't stop staring at the contour formed by the tight-fitting uniform shirt stretched over her ample breasts, which rivaled his wife's in size. He kept a chuckle to himself as he pictured how they must look...nipples down around her kneecaps, and all. He tried not to dwell on either but his wife glanced over and caught his stare and his smirk. Her glare was interrupted by the noise of the cash register drawer opening. "Six dollars and fifty cents, please." Chuck's actions hadn't gone unnoticed by Belle, either. He fumbled for a ten-spot, his concentration now broken. The drive home was a cauldron of emotions, mostly unpleasant. She was jealous of him staring at the neighbor lady -- especially one at least thirty years her senior, but she felt bad for her actions, having met a woman whose husband would never again be able to use his dick as an after-dinner treat. She felt guilty over last night's refusal but the thought of sucking on a cocksickle or having him lick her pussy like it was some kind of cat still repulsed her. She finally broke the silence. "Chuck," she half-whined, "did you think she was pretty?" "Yeah, I guess she's not bad looking...for her age, that is." "Do you think she has a nice figure?" Fumbling for his next carefully chosen word, he replied, "Oh, I didn't notice." 'That lying sack of shit', she thought. But she wasn't going to start a fight over this. Eight days later, as Chuck sat in his empty condo, watching the second game of the college football double-header, the sanctity of his nacho-munching was violated by the ringing of the phone. It took him a second to remember that his wife was already winging her way west and if he wanted to know who was calling at this most inopportune time he had better answer it himself. "Hello, Chuck...? This is Belle...remember, from Freight Express...?" He remembered the tight shirt right away. "Yes, Belle. How are ya?" "Fine, but I have a little problem here. Could I impose on you to come over and look at my washing machine? It splattered water all over the basement and I don't want to wait until Monday to have somebody come out." Sure. Be there in just a minute. That was 1412, right?" "Right, dear. See you soon." 'Dear'...? He thought that was a pretty familiar salutation having met her only once. Nevertheless, three minutes later, after pulling some sort of ensemble together, he grabbed his toolbox and walked the short distance across the quad, left at the pool, and up her steps. Belle answered the door wearing a pair of pink tennis shoes, gray sweatpants and a bulky, ugly-brown, front- button sweater. Her blonde hair, which was tucked under her had at their first meeting, was a little too well-coiffed for just washing clothes, he thought. She led him down the basement stairs to a waiting mop, bucket, and remnant of a puddle. After a quick inspection it was apparent that the clamp holding the drain hose in place had torn through the rubber, allowing the high-pressure waste water to come spurting out. A quick trim and re-tightening was all it took to make it right. It was a simple job, but Belle gushed with gratitude. "Thank you so much, dear." (There was that 'dear' thing, again.) "Could I invite you and your lovely wife over for dinner tonight? It's the least I could do to thank you." Hell, it was either this or frozen burritos. Quite a choice. "My wife's out of town, but I'll be glad to stay for dinner." Looking down at his messy clothing he said, "Do I have a chance to go home and clean up first?" Belle laughed. "No, don't be silly. You're fine just as you are." And it was even finer that her ploy to confirm his wife's absence had worked as expected. After a filling dinner of Yankee Pot Roast, Belle stood up and said "I'll get the dishes later. Want to come down into the rec room and watch some TV?" He figured the second game was over by now but after such a great meal and view of her contours, he could at least put up with a little helping of "Lifetime: television for women." The basement rec room was a comfortable room consisting of a large-screen TV and entertainment system and some furniture. Belle directed him to the couch while she loaded a tape in the VCR. Even from this angle and through her loose sweatpants, she still looked good. He thought he had better get his mind out of the gutter, as he thought of his wife in Seattle, probably yukking it up with her chums over a company-bought dinner. He snapped back to reality as she said, "I just picked this one up. I hope you like it." Visions of a documentary of Princess Grace raced through his head as the picture sputtered on the screen. Belle walked back to the couch and sat next to him...really 'next' to him! Chuck was mildly surprised to hear an upbeat soundtrack as the title board faded up from black. He was mondo-surprised to see the title come up: "In Her Friend's Pink -- starring Darla Nipples and B. J. Honeycunt." He tried not to show his shock or embarrassment for the next 10 minutes as he saw two college-age girls peel off each other's nighties and go muff diving. Nor could he take his eyes off of it. For the time, he forgot he was in the home of a fifty- something widow as he had flashbacks of his bachelor party two years earlier. In his fixation, he didn't notice that Belle had slipped out of her bulky outer garments and was now wearing patent leather stiletto heels a lacy, uplifting bustier, and garters. But he had noticed that she was even closer and had her arm wrapped around his shoulder, caressing everything she passed. She was the first to break the ice. "They're pretty, aren't they?" "Yeah..." "Nothing turns on a man more than seeing a couple of pretty girls licking each other's pussies, eh, Chuck?" Chuck was speechless but managed to utter some guttural sound. His muscles were frozen, unable to move a single part of his body an inch. "Would you like to lick my pussy?" Chuck's head snapped towards the woman as she climbed off the couch and stood in front of him, squaring up her crotch with his face. She placed her hands on the back of his head and gently pulled it towards her as she said, "Kiss it." Confused but intrigued, Chuck hesitatingly kissed her full, black bush. Belle drew him closer as she commanded, "Lick it, sweetheart!" The young man stuck out his tongue and began with short, quick strokes, which quickly increased to penetrating excursions. Belle responded by spreading her knees and jamming his head into her womanhood as she started to moan. She allowed herself to fall forward, her hands still clamped around his head as it glided towards the end of the couch and onto the cushion. Now hunched over and straddling his face, the sexy woman began to have an orgasm, which instinctively caused Chuck to lick harder, deeper, and faster. Belle peaked and released her iron grip. With the well- muscled woman squarely on her chest, Chuck's breathing was labored but he didn't mind. He had a bird's-eye view of a spread-leg cunt while farther north he could see the bottom of her large, firm breasts straining the bra of her bustier. She slid down, once again wrapping her arms around her lover. "That was fantastic," she said as she began to passionately kiss the young man. "I'll bet your sweet wife never goes away unsatisfied," remembering the cold looks the young couple gave each other when she first met them. Just as she had predicted, this struck a raw nerve and Chuck flinched. "What," she cooed, "your pretty wife isn't everything you expected? Let Belle be the woman you've always wanted." Then, without saying a word, Belle reached over to one of the nearby make-up tables and picked up some lipstick. She slowly and deliberately applied it until she had a thick, fresh coat of Ruby Red. "Now it's your turn." Belle placed the lipstick back on the table and gracefully moved her head towards Chuck's stiff dick, grabbing and positioning it so he could see her as she went to work. The sight of her bright, crimson-red lips slowly caressing his foreskin turned him on as much as the sensation itself. Here was a woman who knew how to please a man, and he was enjoying every minute of it. Within seconds, Chuck began to tremble and reach orgasm. Belle quickly jerked her head away before he climaxed and landed on top of him, spreading her legs over his manhood as he began to cum. He fell limp, now having worked up a sweat. He managed to come up with a weak smile as he said, "You were great." Belle began to unbutton her bra, saying "Whaddya mean 'were'...I'm not done yet, lover! These are what you wanted to see, aren't they?" As she finished unsnapping the buttons, Belle flexed and expanded her chest to let her bra fly loose. Her breasts were full although there was some sag (not unexpected with a woman her age). Her nipples were firm and large, just as Chuck saw through the sheer bra. As he moved his hands towards the impressive melons, she said, "Go ahead...they're all yours!" Chuck, emboldened by the sexy woman, reversed positions on the couch, pushing her underneath him as he fondled, licked, and ran his recovering cock between her breasts. More kissing followed, as did a second round of humping. After a simultaneous orgasm, they fell asleep on the couch. When he awakened the next morning, Belle fed him some breakfast and small talk before sending him on his merry way. Chuck enjoyed the events of the previous night but knew things could never be the same between him and his young wife again. Belle invited Tammy over for dinner. Afterwards, she invited her down to the rec room, just as she had the young bride's husband. When they were settled in, she picked up the remote and said, "Let's watch a little tube, shall we?" Tammy occasionally watched "Lifetime" cable and thought she could put up with a rerun of "The Golden Girls." When the videotape started and she realized what she was watching, Tammy was shocked to see that her elderly friend was showing her a porno flick. "Belle..." she started to ask as she politely continued to watch. A few seconds later Tammy realized that Belle was the star of the show, looking fabulous in her bustier. Suddenly, as she realized who it was that was sucking her off, she screamed and started to cry. "Turn it off! TURN IT OFF!" Tammy was shuddering as she watched her husband have the type of sex with a strange woman that she herself refused. "You bitch," she screamed. "How could you do this?!?!" Belle gloated as the tape ran, showing Tammy how her husband was enjoying a roll in the hay as he never had before. It was over before she knew it, and Tammy was still shaking and sobbing. Belle moved in to 'comfort' her. "What's wrong, dear? Are you upset that your husband strayed or because it was a 57-year-old woman he strayed with?" "I can't believe you would do something like this and then show it to me! Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy hurting me?" "Why did it hurt you? Were you upset because you weren't the one getting your brains fucked out or is it that this is what he really wants?" Tammy didn't answer, she just kept crying. Belle hugged her and said, "There, there...get it out...get it all out." The older woman let her junior compose herself before making her next move. "You know, dear, it was you he really wants. All you need is a little help getting there. Let me show you," Belle said as she began to run her hands over Tammy's back and rub her chest against the younger woman's. "What are you doing? Stop it," Tammy said as she tried to pull away from Belle's advances. However, she wasn't able to overcome the aggressor's powerful grip. "What are you afraid of? Just relax and let Belle show you what it's all about." Belle clamped her hands on Tammy's biceps and led -- dragged -- her over to a full-length mirror. "Now," Belle said, "do you think I'm any prettier than you?" Through her tears, Tammy replied 'no'... "Is there something about me that's any sexier than you are? Is there anything I have that you don't? Do you think my tits are any better-lookin'?" Tammy gasped and looked at hers then Belle's. "Let's check 'em out!" Keeping one hand firmly on the younger woman's arm, Belle unbuttoned her blouse, releasing it only long enough to slip it off. Tammy stopped blubbering and started shivering as Belle said, "Your turn, sugar" and began to unbutton Tammy's, who could barely mutter 'no, please, don't...' "You have nice cleavage. Now let's see the rest of it." Tammy was too stunned to move or react as Belle reached around her back and unsnapped her bra. There was barely enough time for it to fall to the floor as Belle reached over to the front clasp of her bra and let it fly. And there the two women stood, side-by-side and topless in front of a mirror, looking at each other's breasts. Tammy's were large and firm, typical of a well-endowed 25-year-old while Belle's, though larger, showed only slight signs of her greater age. Finally, Belle broke the ice. "See? My tits don't look any better than yours...and you do have quite a rack there, sweetie. So do you want to know why your husband ran to me?" Tammy started to cry again as she said, "I don't want to talk about it." "Well, we're gonna. Look...my husband is in the ground and I've spent many a cold night alone wishing I had some good memories to keep me going. Don't you go making the same mistake, having the same regrets. Now, your husband is a sex machine and we're gonna send him right back between your legs!" "Belle...!" "Here's where we'll start. If you're gonna feel sensuous, you have to look sensuous. Just because you have big tits and hard nipples doesn't mean he's automatically gonna get a stiff dick." And with that, Belle reached over to one of the make-up tables scattered about the room and picked up a bottle of baby oil as she said, "You'll love what this stuff does for you." She opened it up, poured some in the palm of her hand, then began rubbing it on Tammy's shoulders, working her way down her back. When that portion ran out she poured another handful and moved to the chest, gently working it into Tammy's smooth skin as she went. Tammy's heartbeat picked up as Belle's 'experienced' hands caressed her breasts, and as she saw her otherwise lackluster flesh transformed into a glistening sex goddess. Her fears and concerns were melting away with each stroke. Belle took her time, making each rub slow and deliberate. Tammy lifted her elbows away from her sides to give her new-found friend easier access, placing her hands on Belle's square shoulders, allowing herself the privilege of feeling the older woman's well-muscled biceps. "Do you work out," Tammy asked. "Well, not really. Hauling those boxes around keeps me in pretty good shape" "Is that why your boobs don't really sag?" Belle chuckled. "Yeah, I take pretty good care of those honeys! After all, they're my 'treasure chest'!" Both women started laughing over that last comment. Belle finished up and placed the bottle back on the table. She put her hands on Tammy's shoulders, spun her around to face the mirror and said, "There...isn't this great?" Tammy did some slight turns, sucking in her gut and throwing out her chest, her breasts catching the reflections of the track lights off the ceiling, highlighting their contours. "Pretty impressive...even if I must say so myself!" "Now let's make the rest of you look like a woman. What's your shade? You young gals seem to like the pastels," Belle said, as she went back to the make-up table for some lipstick. She applied it -- thickly -- on Tammy's puckered lips and said, "I don't give a shit what they say: we're not men and we shouldn't try to look like 'em...so if you wanna look different then highlighting our differences is a good place to start, right?" Once again, Tammy took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, not noticing that Belle picked up a lipstick tube for herself and palmed it. With her other hand, she led Tammy over to the couch and sat her down. Belle followed, but climbed on the sofa on her knees, facing Tammy. She put her hidden lipstick tube to her own lips and began applying it as slowly and deliberately as she had just rubbed the oil on Tammy's torso. Tammy looked over at her, trying to figure out what was next on her hostess' obviously planned agenda. She didn't have to wait long for her answer, as Belle finished putting on her war paint and let the container drop from her hand. She then picked up another bottle of oil and said, "I think you need a touch-up." With her free hand, Belle pushed Tammy flat on her back and quickly began applying the oil on her own breasts, saying "I want to play, too." Belle then straddled Tammy at the hips, her skirt brushing against her stomach and legs. Next, Belle started to caress Tammy's tits, rubbing in whatever baby oil was still left in her hands. Deep down inside, Tammy was repulsed at the thought of another woman feeling her up like this, but she was enjoying it too much to let her sensibilities get the best of her. She threw her arms over her head and off the end of the couch, giving Belle a clear shot at her rack, then closed her eyes as she reveled in the older woman's skilled touch. Belle began to inch closer as she said, "Do you feel sexy? Do you feel like a woman, now?" Suddenly, pouncing like a cat on its prey, Tammy felt Belle's large arms engulf her and drive her back to the cushion. Before she could react, she felt Belle's large breasts rubbing against her own, the layers of oil letting them glide frictionlessly, then felt the smooth film of Belle's newly-applied lipstick press against her lips. It was showtime and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it. When Tammy grasped the full measure of what was happening, she tried to resist but was powerless against the older, stronger, and more experienced woman who had now thrust a tongue down her throat. After a few seconds of struggling, her apprehension gave way to feelings of pleasure at the physical contact of their two bodies rubbing together. Belle had her arms clamped around her, tight as a vise, but Tammy managed to extend one arm and slide it down the front of Belle's skirt, doing what came naturally. Belle responded. She loosened her grip so Tammy could use her other hand to unfasten her skirt and push it down, rubbing Belle's ass as she went. Belle abruptly got up, finished removing her skirt and panties, revealing the same garter and silk stockings that turned on the younger woman's husband; then she swiped her hand over Tammy's slacks, yanking them and her panties off in one motion. Tammy knew what was coming next but had no objections; she threw one leg over the back of the couch and planted the other foot on the floor in anticipation. Belle marveled at her young friend's taut skin, thick bush, and pink cunt...just before she moved in, rubbing her smooth lips on the inside of Tammy's thighs, heightening her approaching climax. Tammy began to moan and shudder as Belle cooed, "Now do you see what a layer of lipstick can do...?" Then she moved in for the 'kill', wrapping her arms deftly around Tammy's thighs as she plunged her tongue deep in her womanhood. Tammy arched her back, threw her hands behind Belle's head and pulled it deeper between her legs. The young woman quickly came to an animated orgasm, complete with sound effects. Before Tammy could completely relax, Belle slid up and began kissing her again. This time, Tammy was the one working her tongue and wrapping her arms around her intended. Soon, Tammy slid down to get a shot at Belle's huge breasts, now with nipples firm and erect. She gently clenched the right nipple between her teeth and worked it with her tongue as she fingered Belle's left nipple. Belle began to go into orgasm. It was Tammy's turn to continue sliding down until her head was in Belle's crotch, kissing and licking any body part along the way. Belle's forehead fell prone on the end of the couch as Tammy grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled it towards her face, now working her lips into Belle's love well. Belle experienced an equally ravaging orgasm. When she came down off the high, she fell asleep. Tammy crawled from underneath her, smiling and satisfied. She put the afghan over her sleeping friend's nude body, taking a gander at it as she did, put her clothes back on, wrote a note, then quietly left for home. The note said that the next dinner's on her...she was to be the guest of honor next Saturday and this time, Chuck would be there. Belle didn't wake up to read the note until the next morning, but smiled wide in anticipation of the food - - and fun. 'Next Saturday' finally came. Tammy and Chuck were the perfect host and hostess, treating their visitor like a queen. The meal was delicious. Afterward, Tammy suggested they relax in the living room with the last of the wine. As they entered the room, Belle caught a glimpse of Tammy's smirk and glanced over where her eyes were pointing: a bottle of baby oil was strategically placed just beyond view of the couch.