Author: Madame Ovary
Title: Cousin Brandi
Summary: Brandi's life sucks.  She needs to get away & 
find some solitude, & who better to call than her 
favorite first cousin's husband, now a widower.  A 
weekend visit leads to a very revealing time.
Keywords: MF, cons, rom


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Brandi's made a tough road for herself to hold over 
the years, but that hasn't stopped Henry, the husband 
of her first cousin, from liking her more than he 
should have.
Her latest crisis has her really down and out, so she 
calls Henry, hoping she can some visit him for some 
good conversation and food, and a quiet weekend.
But now that Henry's a widower and Brandi's headed for 
her 3rd divorce, the timing seems right for him to lay 
his cards on the table and tell her how he's felt all 
these years.    
He's got nothing to lose except maybe his relationship 
with her, which grows increasingly distant anyway as 
her life continues to spiral out of control.




Cousin Brandi

By: Madame Ovary

Copyright:  October 2015






Chapter 1

I'd known Brandi, my wife's first cousin, since she 
was in her early teens, and now and Brandi was in her 
mid-thirties.
Brandi had been a first cousin to my now deceased wife 
Jeannie, and they had always been very close...more like 
sisters only months apart rather than cousins with my 
wife having been 10 years the elder of the two.
Brandi and I had always gotten along fine all those 
years and there had been a friendly, trusting 
relationship between us.  She loved Jeannie, and had 
come to love me as a result.  Brandi had come to our 
house for weekend visits many times over the years, 
especially when she had her first baby and then 
subsequently got divorced from the father, all in the 
same year.  She made the 2 hour drive to our country 
house almost every weekend back then, and brought the 
baby with her to get away from the reality of her life 
at home.  We knew her home life was pretty bad, but to 
her credit she didn't spend her time bad-mouthing her 
ex-husband.  We also surmised that Brandi had likely 
been very difficult to live with and in a way, felt 
like both of them were to blame for the failed 
marriage.

I'd always thought Brandi was a sexy kind of gal, as 
she was a wild, dirty girl-next-door, kind of chick.  
But in all the years we knew each other, there was 
never a hint of flirting or misbehaving between us.  I 
had hoped to change that after I lost my wife, but the 
opportunity never seemed to happen and be right.
Brandi came to stay with me for two nights after my 
wife had passed, and I'd kind of hoped she would come 
to my bedroom and share my bed with me those two 
nights, but she didn't.  We didn't even flirt with 
each other, but I chalked that up to the recent loss 
of my wife.  
There was no way I could live with Brandi for more 
than a few days at a time because of her personality 
and frenetic pace, but I sure had had my share of 
nasty fantasies about her over the years.
We'd kept in sporadic contact throughout the years 
after I lost my wife, but it was usually an email, a 
text, or a rare phone call.  Brandi had taken 
Jeannie's loss very hard, and had even gotten a tattoo 
commemorating Jeannie's loss, and I knew she struggled 
mightily with it for well over a year afterward.  But 
then one day about 3 years after I'd lost Jeannie, I 
got a cryptic text saying:

I miss you, and I miss Jeannie.  Things are really 
horrible here right now and I could really use a 
friend and need to hear your voice.  Can you call me 
tonight around 8pm?

I wondered what that was all about, but figured that 
her life was in turmoil yet again.  But on the other 
hand, I was single now and I felt like it was now or 
never to get to know Brandi a little better.  At eight 
o'clock sharp, I called her and she answered on the 
second ring.

"Hey, Henry!" I could hear the weariness in her voice.
"Hey, baby girl!" I'd never called her that before, 
but what the heck?
"How are you?  How have you been?"  She asked, not 
willing to come to the point just yet apparently. 
"Better than I was, and not too awful bad right now at 
the moment" I answered.  I knew she was referring to 
the grieving process I'd been going through.  
"But how are you doing, sweetie?" I asked gently, 
trying to sound concerned.
There was a pause at the other end.  "Not so good, 
Henry."  There was a long pause after that, but she 
wasn't offering any more information...yet.
"Wanna tell me about it?"
"Well...Chris and I are through, and I'm back up at my 
folks for now.  They're watching the boys and I'm just 
a wreck.  I'm really not thinking straight, 
and...well...it's just a bad time for me and the 
boys."  She had struggled to get that out.
"I'm sorry to hear that, baby" I said, using terms of 
endearment that were not common for me to use with 
her.  
Another long pause.  She'd heard me use some new terms 
of endearment with her in the last minute and she had 
to be wondering what was up with that.  I also had a 
strong suspicion she was waiting for me to offer my 
house for a visit this coming weekend.  I would, but 
if she was coming, I didn't want her boys to come with 
her.  I had other things in mind for us.  Hopefully.  
I decided to throw her a bone and see where it led.  
"You mentioned you wouldn't mind getting away in your 
text?" 
"Yeah..." she said quietly, hopefully.  Another pause.
"With or without the boys?" I asked.  She knew that 
meant I just wanted it to be the two of us.  This was 
the last big hurdle.
"Well...the boys are OK right now at mom's, so I was 
thinking it might be good for me to get away by myself 
for a couple of days.  But then I know you probably 
have things to do this weekend..." she added quickly, 
searching me out, and offering me a way out all at the 
same time.  
It was Tuesday evening, and she knew I was off on 
Fridays.  She was at her mom's so she wasn't working 
this week, apparently, since work was over 3 hours 
from her mom's house.  "I don't have anything planned 
right now, honey.  Why don't you come in Thursday 
night and that gives us three days and nights to 
relax, and if you end up needing to leave Saturday, it 
still gives us two days together.  But if you're 
coming, I hope it'll be a longer stay than just a day 
or two.  And...I don't want you to contact Chris while 
you're hear or answer your cell if he calls."  I had 
stopped sounding so sympathetic with that last 
sentence.  There was a long pause at her end, and I 
heard a sigh.  Was it a sigh of relief or of 
exasperation?  
"I was hoping you'd be ok with it.  I really miss you, 
Henry.  I know you have to be lonely, and to be 
honest, I'm feeling pretty lonely and down right now 
myself.  But I don't want to be a burden on you, and I 
hope my visit won't trigger bad memories for you."
I paused.  "Are you kidding me, girl?" I said.  "Pack 
for three days and nights and plan on having a 
relaxing and fun time.  And if you leave before 
Sunday, I'm going to be upset with you," I said that, 
leaving her to guess if I was serious or not.
There was a pause at the other end.  "Thank you so 
much, Henry!" she said emotionally.  "And I don't have 
a problem with not talking to anyone else.  I want 
this to be just the two of us also."  There was a 
pause, and I said nothing so she said; "So...I'll see 
you around 7 Thursday night, OK?"
"I'll have a nice dinner ready for us for about 7:30 
then, honey."  I said, and that was that.
?
Brandi had shared enough to let me know her 3rd 
marriage was toast.  Her first marriage was toast 
while she was still pregnant with her first son, and 
that was almost 15 years ago now.  Her second marriage 
was toast after less than a year, but he was a 
druggie, and that was during a really bad stretch in 
her life.  Her history and the fast pace of her life 
were two big reasons why I could never handle her 
long-term.  She talked very quickly and almost 
incessantly, and never seemed to just calm down and 
relax...or grow up.  
My country house had always been an oasis of calm for 
Brandi and we both knew that.  My wife and I had kind 
of hoped our lifestyle and way of dealing with things 
would rub off on her.  But if it had, it was only in 
superficial ways.  
Like I said before, not long after I lost Jeannie, 
Brandi came to visit.  She had nothing but fond 
memories of our house and the times she spent there 
with us, and I had fond memories of the summer she 
brought her new baby for weekend stays.  Years later, 
Brandi came back to visit under better circumstances 
and it was even nicer for everyone.
Those visits were with her 2 kids, one of which she 
shared with her 3rd husband, Chris.  Jeannie and I had 
really liked Chris and had been surprised at her 
choosing him, so now I was thinking she'd screwed it 
up for them and he'd given her the boot.  I was glad 
that this time she was coming alone, but then Brandi's 
plans (and life) changed like the weather and anything 
was possible in the next 48 hours before she was to 
come here.  
The truth was, I'd had the hots for Brandi since she 
was 14.  Sick, I know, but there it is.  She was dark 
featured and dark skinned and had a pretty nice body 
and those kind of hard-core girl-next-door looks that 
made you just want to fuck her hard for a weekend.  
And I'd always wanted that.  To fuck her.  I doubted 
anything would come of her visit, but I aimed to push 
my luck with her a little this time.



Chapter 2

Wednesday night, the phone rang.  It was Brandi.  I 
figured she found a reason to stay home and was 
calling to beg off.  It was either that or she was 
calling to say she was going to have to bring the boys 
with her.  But she surprised me this time, as neither 
of those were the case.
"Hey, Henry" she said quietly.
"Hey, baby girl" I said, waiting for the change of 
plans, but there was a long pause.
"You OK?" I asked patiently.
"No" she said, and I heard the sniffle and the break 
in her voice.
"Wanna tell me about it?"
"No.  I just needed to hear your voice again" she 
said, and now she sounded like that little girl.
"Rough day at the office, dear?" I asked jokingly.
She snorted.  "Rough days are my every day now, I 
think" she said, feeling sorry for herself.
"Only you can do something about that, baby doll" I 
said.
Pause.  "I know" she replied. "I know you must think 
I'm a loser, Henry.  I've ruined everything in my life 
and can't keep a relationship going to save my life."  
She paused, hoping I would tell her otherwise, but I 
said nothing.  "I'm still coming tomorrow night, I 
just needed to hear your voice again tonight, I guess.  
Everything's so fucked up here, and your life has 
always been so peaceful, and I need some of that right 
now," she said quietly.
"It hasn't always been so peaceful" I said, reminding 
her without having to say a word of the accident that 
took my wife from me.
There was a another pause.  "I know.  Sorry" she said.
"It's just that I have such good memories of your 
place and my visits there and...well...I wouldn't mind 
just some quiet time with you and getting to know you 
better now that these first 3 years are behind us."  I 
knew she was referring to the last 3 years of 
adjusting to living without Jeannie...for both of us.
"Well, I'll be glad to have you as a roomie for three 
nights.  I think a little home cooking, good wine, and 
slow days and nights with good conversation and no 
worries are in order for both of us.  And to be 
honest, I wouldn't mind having you all to myself like 
that, Brandi."  I'd never said anything like that 
before to her, and I knew it was leading and slightly 
forward, but I needed to feel her out.
"That sounds really good right about now" she 
answered, still sniffling.
"You're still coming alone...right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I am" she said quickly.  "I guess I was kind of 
thinking like you.  I wouldn't mind having you all to 
myself for a while, either" she said, letting that 
drop out of nowhere.
I decided to take the chance now.
"I like that idea a lot, Brandi.  In fact, I have a 
confession to make about you, girl" I said 
cryptically.
"What do you mean...a confession?" she asked 
hesitantly.
"Do you remember when you were young and Jeannie and I 
had only been married a short time.  I rented a ski 
boat and we took it out for an afternoon on the lake.  
Do you remember that?" I asked.
"Yes!" she said.  "I haven't thought about that in 
forever!" she went on.
"Yes...well...I never forgot about it" I replied.
"What do you mean?" she asked slowly.
"It was the first and last time I saw you in a bathing 
suit" I said.  "A white bikini, if I remember 
correctly?" 
Pause.  "I think you're right!" she said, thinking 
back now.  "It was a white bikini!  But how do you 
remember that?" she asked, somewhat breathlessly now 
it sounded.
"Because you were stunning in it" I said quietly.  She 
said nothing.  "Your young skin was flawless and a 
beautiful tanned brown, and your figure was just 
beginning to reveal itself." 
She snorted, but I could tell she was slightly unsure 
of her footing and that I'd very likely embarrassed 
and caught her completely off guard.  She paused as if 
wondering how to answer with me being that 
uncharacteristically forward.  "Yes...well...that was 
a long time ago and 2 children ago.  My figure isn't 
what it used to be, Henry, I can tell you that!" she 
said and now she sounded nervous.
"Oh, I'd disagree with you there" I said quietly.  
"Remember, I just saw you less than 6 months ago, and 
to me, you have a mature woman's figure now, and the 
mature looks that are hard not to take a second or 
third look at." I dropped that bomb.
There was a long pause after that statement, but I 
could hear her breathing and it seemed to be getting 
heavier.
"If you say so...but it's a nice compliment!  So...is 
that your confession then?" she said hesitantly.
"No" I said.  "But are you sure you want to hear it, 
now, Brandi?" I asked quietly.
Clearly she was running back over the things I'd just 
said in her mind.  "I think I do, Henry" she replied.
"Well, this goes back to that boat we rented on the 
lake.  All that day, I watched you, getting in and out 
of the boat.  Your skin brown and perfect and so tight 
and wet from the cool water."  I stopped then.  
"And...well maybe this isn't something you want to hear 
about, Brandi..."  I said, dropping that comment, but 
she was quicker to come back than I had hoped she 
would.
"Oh, no, Henry!  I want to hear this!"  She said 
quickly.  "Please?"
"Well, if you're sure...I'll go on.  Anyway, at some 
point, you got out of the boat and I went to help you 
pull the ladder up and I could clearly see down the 
top of your bikini" I said, then stopped.
"You could!" she said a little too loudly.  Then there 
was a long pause when I didn't respond.  "So...what 
did you see?" She asked, and now I was sure her 
breathing was accelerated.
"I saw the most beautiful firm, tiny breast capped by 
an erect and dark nipple, and the water droplets that 
were hugging it." I said, then stopped.
There was a really long pause now, but I'd heard her 
breath catch.  I figured that now she'd either beg off 
coming for the weekend, change the subject, get upset 
with me, or ask me why I was telling her this.  She 
did none of those things.
"Did Jeannie know you saw me?" she asked, and I knew 
that was a good sign.
"No," I replied.  "She never knew.  I positioned 
myself between her and you, and to be honest with you, 
I'd hoped to see just what I saw" I answered.
"You'd hoped to see my tits?" she asked.  "Really?  
You were hoping to see my..."  She stopped as the 
ramifications of that thought struck home.  There was 
another long pause when I didn't answer her again.  
"So...how...why...why are you telling me this, Henry?" 
she asked as if trying to push forward with this but 
unsure of exactly how to go about it.  I did notice 
that there was no hint of fear or anger or 
disappointment in her voice.  Only curiosity.  I was 
getting aroused now by what that could mean.
"Well, this is where the rest of my confession comes 
into play, Brandi" I said, then paused.  "So do you 
still want me to continue?" I asked again.
She said nothing for a second, then; "Well...yeah...I 
think I do, Henry!" she replied, but her voice had 
changed and sounded somewhat huskier.  
"Well, the rest of it goes something like this.  When 
we got home that night, Jeannie and I had wild sex and 
I ended up taking her from behind while she was on her 
knees.  And to be honest, I fantasized it was you I 
was taking and not her that night.  And that made it 
very hot for me.  And I need to tell you that my 
fantasy was played out many other times after that, 
Brandi" I added.
Her breathing had definitely picked up now.  I heard 
her swallow then.  "R-r-r-eally?" was all she could 
get out.  "Is that all...true, Henry?" she asked 
haltingly.
"It's true, Brandi.  I've always found you attractive, 
and desirable, but Jeannie never knew and I never let 
on to you or anyone else about that...until just now" 
I said.
"I..." she stammered.  "I...hardly know what to say, 
Henry" she responded.
"Do you remember coming here a few months after the 
accident to visit, and you spent two nights with me 
then?" I asked.
"Yes" she said, but it was more like a question.  She 
wanted to know more.
"I hoped you would come to my room that first night 
and join me in my bed, Brandi" I said.
I heard her breath suck in then, and there was a long 
pause.
I decided to go one step further.  "I'll even tell you 
that I slept in your bed the next two nights after you 
left because I could smell you in it still, and I had 
very powerful orgasms both nights in that bed."  
"Well..." she stammered and paused as if wondering if 
she needed to keep talking.  There was a pause of 
perhaps 5-10 seconds but it seemed more like a minute.  
Then she dropped a bomb back on me.  A very big bomb.  
"I seem to remember hoping you would come to me in my 
bed those nights and join me there, Henry..." she 
countered.
And then I knew, and for the first time that night, I 
was speechless and it was my turn to catch my breath.
"You know what that means, then, Brandi" I said.
"I hope I do" she said, and I started to get hard when 
I heard her say that.
"That means I'm going to have my mouth on you tomorrow 
night, and finally get to taste you and please you and 
make you cum until you beg me to stop" I said.
And I heard her groan then.  "And that means I'll 
finally get to see your cock and taste your cum and 
look into your eyes when we do it!" she replied.  
"I'll see you tomorrow night at 7, and Henry?" she 
paused.
"Yes, baby girl?" I said.
"I think I'll be staying till late Sunday, so make 
sure you have a supply of clean sheets for us, ok, 
honey?" she said, "and I'm glad one of the two of us 
finally had the courage to say what we really thought 
about each other.  Thank you for that, my sweet man!" 
she said.
Damn! I thought.  That girl had it in for me the whole 
time too!  I was going to treat her fine this weekend 
and not make her want to leave.  But then what? I 
asked myself.  I knew I couldn't stand to be with her 
full time or for more than a few days.  Maybe we could 
just do this once in a while, or maybe this would be a 
one time good deal?  She knew I wouldn't be interested 
in having 3 boys around, and I think she knew this was 
just about having fun with each other and living out 
some sexual fantasies...right?
Time would tell, I told myself.  We said almost 
nothing else after that to each other, but both of us 
hung up breathlessly and promised to see each other 
tomorrow night at seven.




Chapter 3

Brandi was early getting to my house, which was pretty 
much a first for her.   To tell the truth, I had 
expected her to be late as usual.  After all we were 
talking about a woman whose life could be like either 
a fast-moving train or a train wreck.
I'd changed the sheets on the beds in both my room and 
the guest room.  I figured she wouldn't be comfortable 
sharing the same bed I did for so many years with her 
favorite cousin, so I was ready for either way she 
wanted it.
I told her I'd have dinner ready and I did.  She 
always had loved my spaghetti so that's what we had 
with a salad and bread and a semi-sweet red wine.
She looked awesome as she came up to me and we hugged 
and for the first time ever, we kissed on the lips.  
It was gentle and friendly, but it was electric.  I 
held her for a moment, then kissed her again and this 
time I touched my tongue to her lips and just like 
that she opened her mouth and her tongue danced with 
mine.  Now it was more than electric, and I felt the 
blood rushing to my cock.  I'd taken a 5mg "weekend" 
Cialis pill earlier that day, and it seemed to already 
be working on me.  
I helped her carry her bags into the house and acted a 
little embarrassed as she asked me if I would move her 
car out behind my shed.  I nodded and told her I 
understood completely and I took care of it.  There 
were too many prying eyes in this town, and neither of 
us needed that intrusion or wanted any guests that 
weekend.
She was clearly very nervous, but then so was I.  
Dinner was good, but she just picked at it.  We talked 
a little about everything, but mostly about the house 
and her memories of it.  I told her this visit was 
going to be a happy one, filled with new memories, and 
that we should try to not speak too much about the old 
memories.  She nodded, then forced a smile.  I was 
beginning to wonder if she was going to back away from 
what we thought we were going to do, but then she was 
here, wasn't she?  And that was at least three-fourths 
of the battle in my mind. 
When we finished, she helped me put up the food and 
dishes, and I asked her if she'd like to take a bath.  
She smiled and said that would be great, so I poured 
her a hot bath in the second bathroom and put some 
nice bubbly in it.
When it came time for her to go back for her bath, I 
told her I'd let her soak and be up front watching a 
little TV.  She seemed to relax at that and went back 
to take her bath.
About 45 minutes later, she came up front wearing a 
pink bathrobe, and smelling like a sweet little girl.  
Her bare feet were as cute as I remembered and her 
toes were painted a playful red.  She said on the 
couch with me and I offered to rub her feet.  She 
smiled and laid back and I rubbed her feet for several 
minutes.  At one point, she moved and I could tell she 
was wearing nothing under her robe and I caught a 
glimpse of furr between her legs.  As soon as I did, I 
looked up at her, and she smiled secretively at me, 
knowing I'd seen her.
"Are you trying to seduce me, baby girl?" I asked as 
my hands went up to her muscular calves.  Brandi was a 
runner, and I could feel and see it in her legs.  I 
couldn't wait to see what that running had done to 
keep the rest of her in shape.  I was getting hard, 
and she let her other foot come down to rest on my 
crotch, then moved it against me.
"Mmmmmmaybe" she said with a shy, sly smile.
I reached for her hand and pulled her up and to me, so 
she could curl into my side.  I kissed her hair and 
reached for her hand.  It was soft and supple, and I 
was really turned on now.  We sat there and watched 
some stupid movie that neither of is were interested 
in and then her hand went to my thigh and worked its 
way up to my aching cock.  She looked up at me then 
and we kissed sweetly, then more intensely, and then 
she got up and sat on the floor between my legs and 
lowered her robe.  "My shoulders really ache tonight 
from the drive..." she hinted.
She'd lowered her robe just enough for me to see and 
reach her shoulder blades but no more, and I rubbed 
her as she moaned and groaned.  Her skin was tight and 
silky smooth and nicely tanned a rich dark color.  
"Your skin is so silky and beautiful, girl!  Just like 
I remember it from over 20 years ago." I breathed 
deeply.  She moaned a little at that comment.  She was 
kind of tight and had a few knots that I was able to 
work out, and I made the massage therapeutic but also 
sensual.
"This sure is a crappy movie, isn't it?" she said out 
of the blue.  I agreed.
She stood up and pulled her robe back up, then took my 
hand.  "Let's go lay down" she whispered, looking me 
in the eye.  I stood up and she led me toward the 
bedroom holding my hand.  I'd told her earlier in an 
offhand way that I'd changed the sheets in both rooms 
earlier, but she let that comment go.  I thought it 
would be interesting to see which bedroom she chose.  
In a few moments, we passed by the guest room and went 
to my room.  She pulled the sheets down, and turned 
off the bedside light.  The only light in the room now 
was coming from the bathroom around the corner in the 
hall, so she was in silhouette at most.
I was standing there in front of her, and I put my 
hands on her upper arms and gently pulled her to me.  
I kissed her lightly, then heard her sigh and her arms 
came up around me and we kissed for real then, our 
tongues dancing and each of us moaning.  
This went on for a little bit and then she pulled 
away.  "Wow!" I heard her say quietly.  Then I saw the 
robe fall and felt her reach for my shirt.  I stood 
there as she unbuttoned my shirt and helped me out of 
it.  I kicked my shoes off and then she was going for 
my jeans.  When they fell, I felt her reach for me.
"Oh, my god, Henry!" she groaned.  I was very hard and 
quite thick, and even though I only had seven inches, 
the girth made up for it.  She stroked me gently and 
we kissed again.  Her hands were like silk.  
My hands went to her breasts and for the first time, I 
felt the nipples that I'd been fantasizing about for 
25 years.  They were full and thick and very firm.  
Clearly, she'd breast fed one or more of the boys.  
"Oh, yes, baby girl!" I groaned.  I moved her to the 
bed and she sat on the edge.  I kneeled in front of 
her then and lifted her legs.  As I did, they opened 
and then I could smell her and knew she was quite wet 
for me.  She fell back on the bed and I moved in to 
kiss her everywhere down there except that one spot.  
She was silky soft everywhere and pretty damn firm for 
a 37 year old mother of two.  The fact that I was a 
full 20 years older than her seemed to not matter at 
all to her tonight, which I was really grateful for 
now.
Her smell assaulted my senses.  Ripe, mature, pungent, 
fruity, and so damn female.  I brushed my lips against 
her fur and found it wet.  Her hands went to my hair 
and she called out my name quietly, in a whisper.  
I'd fantasized about this moment for a long, long time 
and to tell the truth, it felt more like a dream and 
not reality as I opened my mouth and put it over her 
slit.
She cried out, and then I went to work.  In the dark I 
was familiarizing myself with a pussy I'd never seen 
but in a few moments I realized her pussy lips were 
quite large and thick, and they stuck out a good bit.  
But the real turn-on was the huge lump that was her 
clit, and when I found it, I lost all track of time, 
and I think she did too.
I'd happened to notice when we got back there, that it 
was 9:49 which I could tell from the red LED's on my 
bedside clock.  It was after 10:30 when I finally quit 
eating her pussy, and in that time, I know she came 
multiple times and was alternately cursing or 
whimpering, or crying out loudly, or calling out to 
god or to me, and I was afraid she'd pulled some of 
the hair off my head during this rampage!  Her taste 
was heady and full, and very feminine.  And it was 
clear she hadn't been eaten like this in a long, long 
time.  My face and beard were soaking wet, and so were 
the sheets under her ass, but I didn't care.  I'd 
cupped her ass and rimmed her several times, which 
drove her into a frenzy and she pulled my face into 
her ass as I'm pretty sure she came from my technique.
Once I'd gone that far, I got her on her knees near 
the edge of the bed and buried my face in her long 
crack, enjoying her wide-open cunt and her dark tight 
asshole in a different way.  Her thick pussy hair 
seemed to extend down either side of her healthy lips, 
but not much more below that, so the bottom of her 
slot and her asshole felt quite smooth and accessible.
I only quit eating her because she was begging me to 
stop, and it took another 5 minutes of her begging for 
me to quit.  It had been a long time for me, and the 
taste and feel of her was exquisite and it was very 
difficult for me to want to stop.  It had been over 
three years since I'd done this and I was like a man 
in the desert led to fresh water.  She'd gotten very 
wet, and it actually felt like she might have squirted 
just a tiny bit once or twice during one of her 
orgasms, which I was really proud of.  I wanted to see 
that happen when I could see what I was eating this 
weekend!
She pulled me up to her, and held me tight, kissing me 
deeply.  I could tell she was crying, and I let her 
have that time to get it out of her system.
"God I wish even one other guy I've known in my life 
could have eaten me like that!" she said breathlessly.  
"I truly had no idea what I was missing!" she said, 
and then laughed until she started coughing.  I got up 
and got her a glass of water, which she pretty much 
guzzled.  "I don't think I can feel my teeth right 
now!" she giggled in the dark.  "Fuck, you're good, 
Henry!" she said, and I could hear the amazement and 
the truth in her voice. 
I was playing with her tits in the dark, just laying 
there beside her and enjoying her comments.
"It's been a long time for me, baby girl, and what 
just happened was one of my all time fantasies.  You 
tasted heavenly, and if you'd have let me, I would 
have gone on for another hour!" I said, then drinking 
the rest of the water from the glass she handed me 
back.
"Well, I have a fantasy, too, my sweet man, and it's 
time for me to experience it, so why don't you lay 
back and get comfortable?" she whispered, then kissed 
me.  


Chapter 4

Her kisses worked down my chest and belly, and her 
hand went to my cock.  She gently encircled it with 
her silky fingers, then left it alone to lightly touch 
my sac.  I spread my legs wide for her and her fingers 
started their magic on my sac and balls and then 
underneath them to my ass hole.  Every now and then 
her fingers would work up the shaft and she'd encircle 
the head.  "Fuck, you're thick!" she groaned, and I 
felt her tongue swipe across the tip of my cock.  
"Oh, Brandi!" I groaned.  "I can't wait to be inside 
you, baby!" 
She groaned.  "When it's time, baby!"  She whispered 
up to me, and then she took the head of my cock in her 
mouth and I felt her tongue swirl around the head and 
underneath it.  Finally, I thought with amazement.  
This is really my cousin Brandi's mouth on my cock!
Her hand went to my balls then and cupped them, then 
she took her mouth off me for a moment.  In the dark, 
I saw her turn her face to me and say "I've wanted to 
blow you for many years now, baby, and to taste your 
cum!" and then she went back down on me more 
aggressively, taking me as deeply as she could, then 
back up to the tip, all the while, fingering and 
teasing my balls one moment, then pinching the sac and 
pulling on my balls the next moment.  I knew now that 
I wasn't going to last and warned her.  She stopped 
then and got down between my legs and asked me to hold 
them up and spread them for her.  I did and she fairly 
well dove into my sac, pressing her face and mouth 
into it and rubbing it all over her face, then she 
clamped her mouth on my asshole and gave me the best 
rimming I've ever had, while lazily stroking my cock.  
She got down and dirty and well...really nasty with her 
hunger to tongue every part of me down there, then she 
got up between my legs and started really working on 
my cock again.  I reached over and turned on the light 
and the sight of my cock in Brandi's mouth almost sent 
me over the edge.  Her hair was wild and her face wet 
from burying it in my ball sac.  I'd never seen a 
woman's eyes so full of lust, though, and it startled 
me.  At first she looked at me like she was mad at me 
for turning on the light, but then she groaned and 
sped up, and I knew she was getting a lot of precum 
and yet she didn't miss a lick...so to speak.  I 
couldn't even tell you the last time I'd cum in a 
girls mouth, but it was before I'd met Jeannie.  She 
never came close to letting me do that, and I missed 
it tremendously over the years.
Now I felt that moment when I knew I was too aroused 
and I knew it was inevitable that she was going to get 
me to cum for her.  I hoped with everything in me that 
she wouldn't chicken out at the last minute and change 
her mind about swallowing.  
I knew that before I came, my cock enlarged quite a 
bit.  I was already thick, but I knew my corona, 
shaft, and head swelled and elongated as I shot my 
load, and now she was feeling it happen to her in her 
mouth.
"Wow!" she said hungrily as she only took her mouth 
off me for a second.  My balls tightened up, and then 
we both knew it was time.
She was vigorously massaging and squeezing my rising 
nut sac, like she was trying to milk them.  She was 
voracious with her mouth, trying to stuff me down her 
throat and gagging several times in the process.  
"Oh, baby girl!" I growled.  "So close now, honey 
baby!" I gritted through clenched teeth.  I was 
staring deep into her eyes now.  "God, I've wanted 
this moment for over 20 years now, I said, holding mye 
head up to watch her more closely.  She changed 
positions so as to be able to stay with me better as I 
came.  Somehow I knew she wasn't going to be taking 
her mouth off me when it happened, and I was right.
"OH fuck me, sweet baby girl!" I cried out and I knew 
I could no longer hold it back.  I'd tried with 
everything in me to delay cumming, but she was too 
hungry and too merciless.  "Now, Brandi baby!"  I 
groaned, and started shooting into the fantasy mouth 
of my wife's first cousin who was hotter than a pistol 
and 20 years younger than me.  I came hard and kept 
cumming, and she stayed with me, never taking her 
mouth off me and swallowing everything I gave her.
"Oh, fuck, Brandi....'sssoooooo good, baby!" I groaned 
as I reached for her hair and held on for dear life.  
I felt like I came harder than I had in maybe forever, 
and the way she acted, I must have. 
When it was finally over, she cleaned my cock with her 
mouth, then finally spoke.  "Fuck me, Henry!"  she 
exclaimed under her breath.  "You came like a fucking 
freight train, baby!" she groaned.  "It was like two 
cums worth of cum right then!" she laughed, and then I 
did too.
When I'd calmed down enough to talk I said "You just 
did to me what I've fantasized about for over 20 
years.  I've jacked off thinking about you doing that 
to me, Brandi!" I admitted.
"Well..." she started, coming up by me to lay next to 
me.  "I  always wondered if you weren't a dirty old 
man, and now I know!" she giggled.  "But to be honest, 
I must be a dirty gal, because in recent years when 
I'd see you or come here to visit, every now and then 
I wished I could have worked up the gumption to drag 
you off somewhere and go down on you.  I've always 
wanted to do this for you, Henry!" She admitted.
"A part of me always envied Jeannie, and I have 
fantasized many times about being your illicit lover!"  
I rolled over on top of her and kissed her deeply 
then, and she tasted and smelled of my cum.
"Does't that gross you out?" she asked surprised.  
"Hey, if you can swallow down a cupful of it, I think 
I can handle just a taste of it...you know?  Besides, 
I just felt the need to kiss you...OK?"
She reached up and touched my face in the dark.  "Now 
I know why Jeannie loved you so much!" she said sadly.
"Hey, hey, hey!" I said quietly.  "None of that now.  
I don't know if she'd understand this or even like it, 
baby girl!" I admonished her.
"Oh, something tells me she'd be OK with it now..." she 
replied cryptically.
"What makes you say that?"
"She told me once she thought I was more your 
type...you know...looks-wise, than she was," she 
replied.  "That and a couple of other off-hand 
comments made me wonder if she felt like maybe we had 
feelings for each other that we thought we'd kept 
secret and never showed to anyone."
I thought about that for a second, hoping she was 
wrong.  "Well, she always was a good judge of 
character and could read people way better than I ever 
could, but I hope you're wrong."
It got quiet for a while after that, and we just held 
each other.  We were both very satisfied, but I knew 
she was very tired and now that she'd cum so many 
times, I knew she was very relaxed. 
"Fall asleep if you want to, baby girl," I offered.  
"I know you're tired" I said.
"I am tired, but...I want you to make love to me now, 
Henry!" she said, and it sounded like a little girl 
asking me.
I groaned.  "OK, but only if I can see your face and 
look into your eyes."  My bedside lamp was one of 
those touch-sensitive lamps that had three levels of 
brightness.  It was on the first level for when she 
blew me, which was only enough to barely see each 
other, but I wanted a tad more light.  Then I leaned 
in and kissed her, then nuzzled her breasts.  
Her hands went to my hair as I sucked on her nipples, 
bringing them both to peaks.  "They're beautiful, 
Brandi!" I groaned.  ?"Not quite what you remember 
from being on a 14 year-old's body, huh?" she said.
"No...better!" I said gently kissing each one.  I was 
getting hard again, and so I reached down and ran my 
finger gently up and down her slit, which was still 
wet. 
"Oh, I'm ready for you, baby" she groaned, knowing I 
felt her wetness.  She reached for me and gently 
stroked me, but I didn't need it.  "I must really turn 
you on for you to be hard again!"  She said, and this 
time, I told her what she wanted to hear.  
Then I rolled over on top of her and her legs opened 
for me.  I looked into her eyes then.  I knew we could 
clearly see each other in the dim light now.
"I've wanted this for a long time now, baby girl!" I 
said gently and kissed her.
Her left arm came up and she cupped my face with her 
hand.  Her right hand went to my cock and guided it to 
her wet hole. 
"Love me, then, Henry!" she whispered passionately.  
This was a side of Brandi I could never have imagined 
existed.  Quiet, loving, gentle.  
I pushed and she guided and then I was in.  
"Yessssss!" she hissed like a cat, and then her arms 
were around my neck and her legs urging me to move 
deeper into her.  "Oh, sweet man!" She groaned and her 
eyes closed.
In and out I went, wetting my shaft in her hole, which 
was very hot and sticky.  The fact that she'd had two 
children naturally had no effect on us as my shaft was 
so thick that it overcame any looseness she might have 
had.  To me, she was nicely snug, and very hot and 
exciting.
She rolled her hips to me and lifted to meet my 
strokes.  "Oh, god, baby!" she groaned, "I haven't 
felt this filled up since I had the boys!"  But then 
her eyes got really wide as finally buried myself deep 
in her and started to grind.  "Oh, fuck!  I'm going to 
cum!" she sobbed, and then I felt her pussy liquify 
and tighten, and then I began thrusting in earnest, 
enjoying the sound of her whimpering and breathing, 
and the way she yielded so sweetly to my needs as I 
took her now.  "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out as I 
pounded her.
The sound of our copulating was intensely sexy.  Wet 
and sloshy, and punctuated with the sound of my rather 
large balls slapping against her very wet ass cheeks.  
Then there was the sound of her air being driven out 
of her lungs each time I rammed into her.  The sounds 
were enough to make me want to cum, especially since I 
knew it was Brandi's cunt, mouth, and ass that were 
making those lovely noises and I was the cause of 
them.  I was looking into her eyes and kissed her and 
my tongue moved in unison with my thrusts and then she 
was cumming again and shrieked as she did.  This was 
getting too much for me.  She was liquid heat inside, 
and velvety smooth.  She fit me tight all around and 
down the full length of me.  
"Fuck, you feel so damn fine, girl!"  I groaned as I 
slowed down my stroking to a more loving speed.  
"Oh, god, baby!" She said as she rose to meet my slow 
long strokes.  "Cum in me, Henry!" she cried out 
hoarsely. "It's ok, I'm protected!" she said.
I looked her in the eyes then.  "Cum with me baby 
girl...I'm so close now, honey!" I said hoarsely.
"I'm there, baby!" she cried and sobbed loudly, and I 
felt her pussy contract and get very thickly wet.  
That was all it took for me and I felt my orgasm come 
upon me, and then her eyes got big as I knew she felt 
me swell up and begin shooting.
It was such a mind trip to be looking down at this 
face I'd been seeing for the last 25 years and now to 
be making love to her was unbelievable.  And now I was 
cumming into her pussy and she was loving it and 
cumming with me, and it was just blowing my mind.  I'd 
fantasized about this a thousand times, but to 
experience it for real was a total mind fuck.  
Needless to say, I physically came so damn hard, and 
emotionally I felt like I came as well, if that makes 
any sense. 
In the end, I collapsed on top of her and we were both 
a sweaty mess, but it was great.  Her legs were still 
locked behind my ass, keeping me tight to her, and she 
was quietly crying now, so I just held her to me until 
her shaking stopped.  
I pulled away from her and she looked up at me with 
red-rimmed eyes.  "God that was so good, baby!" she 
said, and the tears down the side of her face some 
more.  "I've needed to be loved like that for a long 
time now, Henry."  She groaned into my mouth.  Her 
arms went back around my neck and she pulled me down 
to her and our tongues danced and she groaned as she 
tightened her pussy around my softening cock.  
"Roll over on your back now, baby!" she said urgently.
I did and she rolled with me then pulled off me.  I 
really had no idea what she was up to until I saw her 
letting our cum drip out of her cunt and onto my cock, 
and then a minute later, she went back down on me and 
sucked my cum and hers off my cock, groaning as she 
did it.  I was speechless and could only watch as she 
went at it hungrily.  
When she finished, she looked up at me and then I 
could tell she was embarrassed.  "I've never done that 
before!" she said quietly, clearly amazed at her 
actions.  "I don't know what came over me, but...I 
just...wanted to do it so bad right then!" she said, 
rolling her eyes.
"Heyyyyy!" I said softly.  "It was wonderful, Brandi.  
Just wonderful!" I said, mostly speechless from her 
behavior, but extremely turned on as well.
Minutes later we both got up and cleaned up and got a 
snack and had a beer together, then we went back to 
bed and she came into my arms and snuggled right into 
me.  Her hand went to my cock and just gently cupped 
me.
"I can't remember ever having a more passionate 
night!" she said quietly into my chest.
"I can't either, baby!" I agreed.
"You've already fulfilled every fantasy and more for 
me, Henry.  You've treated me like some kind of sexy 
and very desired woman...and I don't know how to thank 
you for that, love!" 




Chapter 5

I awoke the next morning to her mouth on my very hard 
cock and realized she was trying to take me down her 
throat.  I laid there and watched her as she tried 
again and again, choking herself each time, but not 
giving up.  
"Just relax, and envision your throat opening right up 
and go slow and easy" I said gently, cheering her on 
and letting her know how amazing she was.
I was getting close and still she was trying to please 
me.  "I'd love to let you finish me off like this, but 
I want to cum in you again, baby" I said gently.  I 
want to look in your eyes as we cum together!" 
She looked at me and groaned, and then hiked a leg up 
over me and guided me into her as she impaled herself 
on me.  My eyes travelled down her neck to her breasts 
which were swaying most enticingly, and I realized how 
lovely they were.  They were heavy, full and gently 
swaying back and forth with her movements, with those 
same beautifully dark and full nipples capping each 
one.  I reached up and took them in my hands, rubbing 
her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.  She 
looked down at me, watching me do it.  "They are so 
lovely, Brandi!" I said.  She smiled and her eyes 
closed and she threw her head back as she rode my 
seven thick inches up and down.
"Come here" I said, pointing to my lips.  She lowered 
herself and our mouths met and our tongues danced.  
Her tits felt amazing on my chest and I told her so as 
I groaned.  She was taking her time with me, enjoying 
our morning lovemaking and acting like she was 
completely relaxed being in my bedroom and riding my 
cock.
"Make me cum now, baby girl!  Take it from me!" I 
said, looking into her eyes.  She smiled down at me 
and took long strokes, letting her nipples ride up and 
down on my chest.  My eyes closed and I told her I was 
close and that I wanted her to cum with me.
I opened my eyes to see hers closed and then I felt 
her pussy clamp up and the wetness flood me, and 
that's when I jackhammered her a couple of times, my 
hands holding onto her ass.  And then she opened her 
eyes and cried out, and then we came together.  She 
stopped stroking and ground down on me then for a 
moment, then resumed her stroking as we both moaned 
and groaned.
When we'd finished, we both just stayed like that for 
a long time, with me still in her.  
I looked up at her.  "That was so fine, baby!" I said 
quietly.  She nodded.  "You felt so big and full in 
me, Henry!"  I swear I came 3 or 4 times after you got 
inside me!"  
I smiled.  "I'm glad, baby girl." I said.
She looked at me. "I love it when you call me that!" 
she said, and tears were forming in her eyes.

It was rainy that Friday, a perfect day to stay in bed 
together.  I made coffee while Brandi was showering, 
then I went back and got in with her.  She acted a 
little shy, but when we started kissing, our hands 
started groping and soon her shyness was gone and she 
was alive and hungry for affection.  My finger found 
her ass and when it went up inside, she moaned and her 
tongue went deep in my mouth.  I brought her to yet 
another orgasm while we were in the shower, which I 
was proud of.  And it was my first chance to really 
see her fully naked by daylight.  
The years hadn't been good to Brandi with her life and 
emotions, but much of that was her doing.  But the 
girl still had an enticing and tight body, and due to 
her running long distance for years now, there wasn't 
much fat to be found on her anywhere, which was very 
exciting to me.  Here I was a 58 year-old man, but at 
six feet tall, I only weighed 210, so there wasn't 
much extra fat on me either, but her younger, tanner, 
hard body was a real turn on for me to be standing in 
the shower with!
We sat on the deck like the old days and had coffee 
together.  I was glad to see Brandi had finally quit 
smoking and I told her that.  I'd planned for sausage 
and biscuits and gravy for breakfast, and Brandi 
squealed her delight at that, remembering how much she 
loved my breakfasts from all those years before.
She was bare foot most of the day, and chose to only 
wear one of my robes now.  Just knowing she was naked 
underneath it now was a constant turn-on for me, and I 
told her that.  Brandi didn't blush much, but she did 
then.
After breakfast, we sat and talked a while.  She'd 
always loved my porch swing and that's where she was 
at, while I took a comfy padded chair not far from 
her.  
She kept giving me looks, and I realized she knew how 
to be sexy and sultry, and with her dark features, it 
came easy for her, or at least with me it did.  She 
also knew how to be mellow and quiet, another aspect 
of her that I hadn't seen before.  At one point, it 
became too much for me, so I set my coffee down and 
kneeled before her on the porch swing.
Now it was my turn to be sexy.  I told her to scoot 
forward in the swing, then I opened her robe.  And now 
for the first time, I got a daylight closeup view of 
her cunt.  Her very wet and hairy cunt.  And I 
realized my "in the dark" assessment of her pussy last 
night was spot on.  She had the most amazing pussy 
lips I'd ever seen in person.  Thick and long and 
protruding, and very dark and almost a purple-grey on 
the rough edges.  But her clit was the star of the 
show.  A thick long hood covered it, but I could tell 
from the bulge under that hood, that she had a very 
large clit.  It was exciting beyond measure for me.  I 
kneeled there for a while, just looking and admiring, 
then pulling her open with my fingers.  
She giggled nervously and I could tell she felt self-
conscious.  I looked up at her then, but when she saw 
the look in my eyes, her nervousness went away.  She 
leaned forward and took my face in her hands and 
kissed me long and lovingly then, and I heard her 
sigh.  "I love it that you love my pussy!"  She 
groaned and smiled.
Then she sat back, and scooted out just a little more, 
then brought her feet up on either side of her and 
held onto them.  She'd opened herself wide for me, 
telling me what she wanted without saying a word, but 
the hunger and gleam in her eyes spoke volumes.  I 
smiled at her then and grabbed a cushion before I sat 
down between her legs.
It was an amazing sight, her very wet and wide open 
cunt, right in front of my face.  She smelled strong 
and divine.  I kissed her inner thighs and she pulled 
her legs even wider apart then, which naturally opened 
her pussy lips.  My god what a gash she had!  She 
looked so fucking hot sitting there like that wide 
open for me, and I told her that.  I gently put my 
face into it, and she groaned as I just pushed my face 
in, feeling her heat and her silky wetness envelop me.  
Her smell was earthy and strong.  Tangy and almost 
fruity.  I could taste and smell my cum in there 
still, and somehow that turned me on as well.  I 
called it a "nature pussy" smell later when she said 
she knew she was pretty strong down there.
My tongue went to work, and soon I was laving out long 
thick strands of her pussy juice, letting it trail out 
from her cunt to the tip of my tongue before it would 
fall into my lap.
Then I went to work on that deliciously huge clit.  It 
was abnormal in its size, and it was already a very 
dark magenta colored.  Almost a light purple even.  I 
was hard now, but I could've cared less.  I knew how 
much she liked this porch swing and I had fantasized 
over the years of doing exactly this to her in this 
very swing.  I took a moment to tell her that, and she 
blushed again.  She had a front row seat and a perfect 
viewing angle to watch me work on her, and she never 
took her eyes off me or her gaping wet pussy.  By now, 
she had reached down and was pulling her lips up and 
apart for me to make my job easier.  It was sexy as 
hell.  Her mouth was open and she kept wetting her 
lips, and I looked up at her frequently as I ate her 
very tenderly.
She told me while I was doing it that no man had ever 
been this sweet and gentle before with her.  She said 
that most times they just licked her quickly and then 
poked her, if they even went down on her at all.  "I 
guess they didn't like my smell or my taste" she said, 
embarrassed now.  "My OB-GYN says it's just that way 
with me, and that I shouldn't douche to try to 
eliminate the smell, just use a feminine spray for 
"those times".  I stopped eating her and looked up.
"I love your smell and your taste, Brandi.  You smell 
and taste like a real woman.  So don't douche for me, 
and you don't need to worry about any sprays or 
anything.  I love it just the way it is this morning.  
Clean and natural.  Just keep her clean for me, and 
I'll always want to please you like this" I said, then 
went back to my brunch.
"Oh, my baby!" she said quietly, shaking her head in 
amazement.  A minute later she told me she was close 
to cumming so I lovingly and teasingly took her up and 
over the edge, and she had to let go of her pussy lips 
to grab my head as she came.  She cried out several 
times, and her thighs and stomach twitched as her 
orgasm overtook her.  Her thick flow increased and I 
noticed it was creamy white then, and strongly 
flavored, but not offensive at all.  She looked down 
to see that white cream and how I played with it and 
didn't shy away from it, and watched me with amazement 
as I took her gently down from her orgasm.  She was 
sweating now, and her upper chest was beet red.  Her 
hands went to her tits then and she pinched and pulled 
at her hard nipples.  It was a sight to see, and she 
never took her eyes off mine at any point.  I ate her 
longer then while she did that and she had another 
small orgasm before telling me she wanted me in her 
mouth now.
I stood up in front of her, and her eyes travelled 
down to my crotch.  She leaned in and undid the snap 
on my jeans and pulled my very hard cock out and 
stroked it gently.
She looked up at me then.  "God, he's so fucking 
beautiful, honey!" She groaned, then leaned in and 
took me in her hot wet mouth.
She adjusted her position on the bench so she had a 
better attack angle on me, then really went at me with 
a hunger then.  And all the while she would look up at 
me with those dark eyes, and that just made me want to 
cum with a fury.
She never batted an eye, and kept on going, so I knew 
what she wanted and so I just relaxed and let her do 
her thing.  She clearly wanted to please me this 
morning, and we'd already had sex once, so this was 
payback in a way for what I knew she considered to be 
a fantastic pussy-eating.  Not that I needed or cared 
about payback, but I new she wanted it this way and 
who was I to argue?
She really got me going, and knew I was close.  She 
would look up at me and smile teasingly.  She was 
playing the tart and would gaze longingly at me while 
flicking her tongue repeatedly on the underside, then 
holding my cock against my belly while she ran her 
open mouth down my underside and nuzzling into my sac.
It was times like this that I realized that Brandi 
didn't have to try to look dark and sexy.  They say 
that a woman always looks better with your cock in 
their mouth, but Brandi was exceptionally gifted in 
this department.  She was one of those that could make 
you cum with the look in her face as she was going 
down on you.  And she knew I was really getting close 
now.  She had her left hand on my balls, kneading them 
and pulling on them.  Her right hand was very wet from 
her saliva and she was slowly trying to pull the cum 
out of my shaft as her mouth worked on mostly the head 
of my cock.  She let me see her tongue swirl and lick 
and tease and I groaned repeatedly at her performance, 
which was mind-boggling.
She pulled away for a second then and looked into my 
eyes.  "You really want to cum in my mouth, don't 
you?" she asked quietly and like a little girl.  The 
minx!  "I know you'd really like to shoot your hot 
load in my face and watch me swallow it too, wouldn't 
you?" and she grinned evilly and licked the head of my 
cock.  
"Fuck me, Brandi.  You are evil!" I said, groaning.  
She smiled and went down on me then, trying to get me 
into her throat.  Finally after some amount of 
gagging, I felt myself slip into her throat, and then 
her nose was buried in my pubes.  "Oh god, baby girl!" 
I growled, grabbing her head gently then.  "Gonna 
cum!" I warned.
She backed off then and let go of me.  "Jack off on 
me!" she said, and opened her mouth and stuck her 
tongue way out.
That was all it took and I furiously jacked myself off 
as long ropy strands of thick cum came pouring out of 
me.  The first one hit her on the forehead and went 
all the way down across her left eye to her lower 
cheek.  The second was better aimed and went into her 
mouth and on her tongue.  She didn't move or close her 
mouth, but waited patiently as I shot 5 more times, 
most of which hit her face or her mouth, but some 
dribble down to her chest.
When it was over, she wiped her left eye clean, then 
showed me the glob she'd saved up in her mouth, 
wiggling her tongue around it, then she closed her 
mouth and swallowed, then smiled at me.
I just shook my head and looked for something to hold 
onto so I wouldn't fall over.  
Then she proceeded to daintily wipe her face and suck 
it off her fingers.  "You are so dirty, baby girl!" I 
growled, looking down at her.  There was a glob on her 
tit that she smeared on her nipple.  I bent down and 
sucked that nipple while she groaned.  "You are too, 
baby boy!" she said, giggling.
"That was maybe the best I've ever had, Brandi, and 
certainly the most intense!" I groaned.  "You never 
fail to turn me on, girl!" I said, surprised at my own 
intensity.
"I love your cock, honey!" she said simply, shrugging, 
as if that was explanation enough.  "And I love the 
way you treat me, Henry.  Both in and out of bed.  Or 
on the porch swing!" she added with a giggle.  "And I 
know by now you must think that I've been a raving 
slut most of my life, but that was truly, the very 
first and only time I've ever let a man do that to me.  
Oh, they've begged me to let them, but you were the 
first to have that honor!"  She smiled as she licked 
her lips.  "I don't know what it is, but there's 
something about you, Henry.  Or maybe it's something 
about us living out our fantasies this weekend, but I 
want to do everything with you at least once before 
our time is up on Sunday."



Chapter 6

The rest of the day was lazy.  We had a beer together 
and talked a lot.  I wanted to know the details of her 
third failed marriage, especially since I'd liked 
Chris so much.  She told them to me, but I wondered 
how much she sugar coated her part in the failure 
process.
Then she wanted to know more about my marriage to her 
favorite cousin.  They'd been close like sisters for a 
long time.  Jeannie had changed Brandi's diapers when 
she was little and carried her around everywhere she 
went like a little mother, and so it was natural that 
they'd always been each other's favorite.
Naturally, I wanted to know more of the hidden side of 
my wife that Brandi would know about, but in the end, 
there was nothing earth shattering there.  Again, 
whether Brandi was sparing me, or whether she was 
telling the truth, I could never know for sure.
Then came a talk of a more serious nature.
"Now that we've done this...crossed this line with 
each other, Henry...what next?" she asked.
I shrugged.  "I don't know, Brandi.  For my part, that 
dirty old man in me only wanted to be with you.  To 
fulfill my fantasies of you.  Don't get me wrong when 
I say that.  I've always loved you, but I never gave 
the future much thought after you admitted to me over 
the phone that you felt the same way I did."  I said 
carefully.  "What about you?" I came back.  "What do 
you see coming out of this?" I asked carefully, again.
She shrugged then, too.  "I really have no idea.  If 
the rest of this weekend is as great as the first day, 
I can see me wanting to be around you more, though."  
I could tell she was serious about that confession.
"What about the boys?" I said.  She had one by her 
first marriage, and one by her third, plus there was a 
third boy that was her third husband's by a previous 
marriage.  He wasn't really in the picture, though, so 
it was just the two young boys...14 and 8 now, and 
they would know that we were having sex the first time 
it happened, and I knew she knew that.  Hell, the 
oldest was so sharp that he'd probably figure that out 
with no real proof!  We both knew that if she ever 
brought them for a visit, it was almost a certainty 
that we couldn't sleep together or have any type of 
intimate contact.  She also knew that at 58, I didn't 
want to raise another man's boys.  I was ready to 
start my life over now that the worst of the grieving 
was behind me, and she knew that I was ready for a 
trouble free life now.
"I don't know" she said honestly.  "I know we can't 
involve them in this, though!  They'd never understand 
it.  Besides, I'm not going to move back here to this 
godforsaken town, and I know you're not interested in 
moving to anywhere near me and changing careers, so I 
really don't know." she said.  "Is this just going to 
be about sex, then, Henry?" she asked.  "Is that all 
it will ever be?" she said.
I shrugged again.  "I can't answer that, Brandi.  You 
don't need a man in your life full time that's 20 
years your senior, and I'm not cut out to be a new 
daddy at almost 60.  But you know that already."  She 
nodded in agreement.
"How badly does this complicate your life, sweetie?"  
I asked sympathetically.
She shrugged again.  There was a lot of that shrugging 
going on lately.  "I can't say right now," she 
answered truthfully.  "I know this loving is good for 
me, and I think it's going to shape my future in that 
next time, I know I'll want the kind of man you are.  
I think I always envied Jeannie because of you.  You 
were always soft spoken and quiet.  Settled and pretty 
gentle.  But you were fun and joking a lot too" she 
said, smiling at the memories in her head.
"Yes...well..." I said.  "Jeannie and I both hoped 
that we would rub off on you somehow, and that 
eventually you'd start making wiser choices and settle 
down with your life" I said.
She winced at that one.  "I have made some pretty big 
blunders, haven't I?"
"We all do, babydoll!" I said.  "The trick is to learn 
from them and stop the lifestyle that contributes to 
those errors and stop that way of thinking and 
acting!" I said, kind of surprised at myself for a 
moment now.  "The wild times and free spirited life 
has to slow down at some point.  Haven't you sown 
enough wild oats by now, anyway baby?" I asked, hoping 
I didn't offend her.
She rolled her eyes.  "I guess I just didn't see it 
that way.  She said carefully.  "I've always enjoyed a 
fast-paced life and going and doing all the time.  And 
maybe I'll never be able to change that." Her eyes 
were down and looking at her hands now.  "Until 
then...what about you and me?" she asked, and I could 
hear fear in her voice.
"I love you, Brandi, and I always have" I started off.  
"I love you because Jeannie loved you, but also 
because I see a lot of good in you.  But my love has 
been of a family nature.  And now that we've been 
intimate, that family-type love has changed into 
something deeper.  But you gotta start seeing that, 
and believing in yourself now!" I said, and then I 
paused and went on quietly.  "But because of what you 
just said, how you just described yourself to me...I 
can't live that kind of life, but I think you know 
that already.  But on the other hand, this deep 
honesty and openness, and our intimacy and comfort 
level with each other, and this quiet we've enjoyed so 
far...that's the part about you I will miss the most.  
And even while I'm saying that, I look at you now and 
I want you again...right now.  I want to be inside you 
and pleasure you, and somehow make it right for you 
and maybe for me...for as long as we have this time 
together." 
There were tears in her eyes then.  "Take me to bed 
again, Henry." she said quietly.  "I need you too, 
baby!" she admitted.
And so that's exactly what we did, but we showered 
first and mostly just held each others soapy bodies.
I still couldn't believe this was Brandi, and I'm sure 
she felt the same way about it, but neither of us 
cared or showed it, and it was just a very welcome 
time of wild loving and much needed closeness with 
someone we trusted.
Our foreplay was intense and short lived, as she 
wanted me in her, and I could hear the desperateness 
in her voice.  To be honest, I wanted it too and felt 
desperate for it myself, and I was surprised at how 
hungry I was for her.
Our lovemaking was different than before.  It was 
intense and scary and fearful and yet it was us 
shutting out the world and sharing intimate sex with 
each other, and it was good.  Really good.  She was a 
good and gentle lover, submissive and yet very 
agressive.  Taking as well as giving.  But we both 
knew this weekend would quickly end, and then where 
would we be, and would there be another weekend like 
this?  And that's why it was scary and fearful, and 
yet it was so worth the bridge we'd crossed over 
together.  We'd come full circle with our relationship 
now, and to hell what anyone else might think of it.  
I knew Jeannie's mom would have a field day with it, 
and Brandi knew it too, so I knew our secret affair 
was secure.  
She came hard and clung to me afterward and all that 
evening, and so did I.  I had started that weekend 
just wanting to fuck her, and now that I had, I saw a 
lot more calm and sensibility and maturity than I ever 
had realized she possessed.  And that turned my desire 
to fuck into a desire to make love.  Brandi was 
intelligent and witty.  Dry and yet able to laugh at 
herself.  And she was sexy as hell to me...there was 
no denying that.  There was nothing here to disappoint 
me or spoil any of the zillion fantasies I'd had about 
her over the years.  But I knew she wasn't the right 
person for me long term, and as sad as that was going 
to be, that's the way it had to be.
So we explored and satisfied our needs with each other 
that weekend.  We fucked like we'd never fucked 
before, but we also made love like we'd never done 
before either.  We satisfied our lusts and our 
fantasies with each other, and we tried every position 
we'd ever heard of or wanted to, and we both tried out 
the really dirty fantasies that we'd always wanted to 
do with other lovers but had never been able to for 
one reason or another.
I admitted later that night about her comfort with the 
bed and bedroom where Jeannie and I had spent so many 
nights together.  She shrugged and said that maybe it 
was time for both of us to move past that.  After all, 
a bed and a bedroom are only just things, and that 
it's really the memories that make them special, and 
really nothing more than that.
I thought about that and had to agree.  And so I told 
her that these new memories had made this bed and 
bedroom special in a new way to me.  One that would 
always be bittersweet for me somehow.  She seemed to 
understand that and took it for what it was worth.
We had sex in just about every room of the house that 
weekend, and used every major piece of furniture in 
new and inventive ways in whatever way that came to 
our minds.  Brandi was almost totally submissive to me 
and my needs and desires, but then so was I.  Yet 
there were times when she took the lead and became 
almost a dominatrix of sorts, which was a turn-on for 
me as well.



Chapter 7

Saturday, she wanted to try anal sex and even though 
we had plenty of lubricant, she screamed in her pain, 
yet allowed me to stay in her and cum deep in her ass, 
getting very crazy with it toward the end, cussing and 
acting like a complete slut for me.  It was a wild 
experience for both of us, but she admitted that my 
girth made it just too painful for her, and she said 
she'd missed me cumming in her pussy that time as 
well.  I had to admit that I agreed with her.  As much 
fun and dominating as anal sex with a girl feels, I 
still prefer a wet hot pussy any day, and that was 
especially true of Brandi's.
Saturday came and went, and we had sex several times 
and foreplay for several hours when I was too worn out 
to get it up.  We were like two people that had just 
discovered real sex with partners that turned us on 
tremendously, and in the end, that's exactly what we 
were.
Saturday night was a fitful night, and neither of us 
slept well.  I asked her if she thought her mom would 
suspect something was up between us, and she said no 
way, that her mom didn't think like that.  But she 
also said she didn't really care.  "My mom would 
probably understand and maybe even like the thought of 
it, because I know she loves you, Henry, and I know 
she knows how much you've suffered, so I'm not worried 
about that kind of confrontation.  And...she knows how 
much we still care about each other.  No...I'm more 
worried about the boys.
"How often will Chris get them?" I asked.  
"About 1 or maybe 2 weekends a month" she replied.
I nodded.  "Yes, I could come here, if you wanted me 
to" she said, reading my mind.  I smiled.  "I'd like 
that, Brandi" I said.
"What if I went to Texarkana and got a motel for a 
night every now and then.  Would that make you feel 
like...like a..."
"Whore?" she finished for me.  When I looked at her 
then she shook her head.  "Not the way I feel right 
now, it wouldn't," she admitted.  "This is what it is, 
Henry.  We both knew there were limitations and now 
we're facing them head on.  If we're going to break 
this off, it needs to happen today" she said, and then 
got quiet.  "And I'm not ready to do that, so if that 
makes me a whore, then I guess that's what I am." she 
said.
I reached out to touch her.  "Don't be so hard on 
yourself.  If anyone's to blame here, it's me.  I 
started our phone conversation in this direction with 
the idea of getting you into my bed, Brandi.  I knew I 
risked our relationship by being so bold with you, but 
I felt like you might want the same thing" I said.
"Well...to be honest, if you and I hadn't discussed it 
on the phone, I probably would have tried something 
with you when I finally got here this weekend!" she 
admitted a little shyly.
"Really?" I said, and now it was my turn to be 
surprised.
She nodded.  "Yeah!" she said simply, looking at me 
then.
I just shook my head and smiled at her.  "Well, it's 
nice to know we both felt the same about each other," 
I said, and she nodded back at me.
"So if we don't break it off now, and we won't be 
seeing each other full time with both our careers 
still calling to us, then that leaves weekends or 
whenever," she said, searching my face and trying to 
read me now.
"Are you OK with that, Brandi?" I asked her gently.
She sat there a few moments.  "I guess I am, until 
something changes in one of our lives."
"You guess?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah, well...I don't want to quit what we have, 
Henry.  I can't believe how much I feel a need for you 
in my life now, and yet I know it's a personal, deep 
need and one that can't cross over the line to affect 
the boys in any way.  I can't believe how much I want 
to be with you and around you, and well...I guess I'd 
rather have you on weekends or whenever I can, than to 
call it quits now," she said firmly.  "What about 
you?" she asked me.
I nodded.  "I feel the same way, hon" I said smiling.

Well, at least we'd hashed it out with each other and 
covered this touchy ground together.  We agreed to 
spend next Friday night together in Texarkana in a 
nice motel there, and see how it felt.  We both knew 
we'd have to take it one step at a time and see if we 
both could tolerate it or even wanted it to be like 
this for us.  Time would tell, and in my mind, it 
would tell us pretty quickly.
Still, we agreed we'd always have the magic memories 
of this weekend, and that helped us move forward with 
a smile on our faces.




If you want to know more about what happened to Henry 
and Brandi after their first incredibly lusty weekend 
together, let me know, and maybe I'll interview them 
again and write about their further experiences!