Romance Changing Seasons

I was surprised she was just as agile and nimble on one foot, as she had been on two, or rather one and her prosthesis. But what I wasn't prepared for was seeing her hop, and reemerge back into the living room. She had indeed changed, taking off her artificial leg, now wearing what appeared to be a pair of cut off sweat pants, her one good, still shapely leg now bare. But what caught my immediate eye, was the bounce of her still very full breasts as she came into the room. God forgive me for thinking it, but damn that looked sexy. And I was surprised, amazed, even ashamed at myself for sitting there thinking that. It was only too obvious she had removed her bra.

"That's pretty good!" I told her.

"What? That I can still get around on one leg as well as I do? Or where you commenting on the way my tits bounce up and down whenever I do that."

All I could do was sit there and shake my head. Carol was indeed still Carol. Maybe a lot of years had passed between us, and God knows what she herself had been through, but the fact of the matter was, she still had that same happy go lucky attitude she'd always had. Even with the loss of her own husband, not to mention her leg, it was obvious she had found comfort and peace with herself. It would have been far too easy to look on at life with a chip on her shoulder, or a pessimistic outlook on life. She had every reason to do so, and I found myself wishing I felt more like she obviously did.

"What can I say Carol? It's been a while since I've even seen a woman's breasts, and then you come in here bouncing away, sort of hard not to notice," I grinned at her trying to make light of the subject without wanting to sound like I was coming on to her either.

She did laugh at that however as she retook her seat there in front of me, her good leg quickly disappearing beneath her ass, which for a moment was a bit disconcerting as she sat there looking like she had no legs at all.

"Well, I'm sure they'd be a BIG disappointment to you now anyway, age...two kids, and gravity has finally caught up with them. They certainly wouldn't look anything like the way they did the last time you saw them," she reminded me. "God...and that was what? Eons ago now?"

"Maybe so, but from here, they still look pretty good to me," I said meaning it, not at all expecting what happened next after I had said that.

"I didn't figure that standing around inside my bedroom would eventually make you curious enough to come looking for me," she began. "Not this time anyway," she added, and then reached down grabbing the hem of her sweatshirt pulling it up and over her head in one fell swoop. Suddenly she was sitting there on the couch in front of me, her very mature, full rounded breasts bare before my eyes. Her nipples seemed larger that I remembered, even darker perhaps. But hell...that was years ago. No, they weren't nearly as perky as I remembered them being, a bit larger now in fact, certainly heavier against her chest, but I felt an all too familiar stirring in my groin, and one that wasn't exactly expected, or wanted. But...I couldn't deny the fact she looked sexy as hell sitting there the way she was either.

"Like I said," she stated looking across at me, only then reaching down to cup her breasts in her hands, lifting them up briefly before letting go. They fell heavily against her ribcage as she did. "Not quite the way you remember them now are they?"

"No...but they're certainly every bit as beautiful as they were then, if not even more so," I informed her, meaning it.

The fact I was now sitting there with an erection was a real dilemma for myself. On the one hand, I felt like even having one was some sort of a betrayal towards Karen. On the other, I couldn't deny the sudden surge of emotions I was again feeling either. Though I didn't dare act on them, nor make any movement towards doing so. Carol might have bared her breasts, but I didn't take that as an indication that she wanted anything more from me in having done so. Once again, my perspective was, we were two old friends, having a bit of good-natured fun with one another for old times' sake, and it wasn't anything more than that either.

I was actually a little relieved when she put her sweatshirt back on, once again covering her bare breasts. It tended to diffuse the sexual tension in the air that had become for each of us I think, a bit too awkward and uncomfortable. Though her next question to me made it even more so for a moment.

"Do you regret the fact we never did it? Made love I mean?" She now asked.

"Did I regret it back then? Yes...of course I did. But it's not like I thought about it all the time after that either," I told her, saying it in such a way as to let her know my guard was up for one thing, and that perhaps this conversation was going in a direction neither one of us really wanted to continue discussing.

"Funny how life can be isn't it?" She stated. "Not taking anything away from the lives we've lived with Karen and Dave, but it sort of makes you wonder how things might have turned out for each of us had we found a way to stick together back then. Maybe I'd still have my leg, and wouldn't be looked at weirdly by most men," she said looking directly into my eyes.

"Maybe so. But then neither one of us would have the beautiful kids we now have either would we?" I reminded her. Nor would I have been standing in the supermarket trying to decide between which two kinds of peanut butter to buy either I'd imagine. And because of that, that we could now be sitting here again after all these years, having enjoyed a nice delicious dinner, some conversation...and this not really very good red wine."

I had seen the semi hurt look in her eyes at my earlier comment, trying to once again turn the atmosphere back into one of friendship and lightheartedness. She headed me off however, still being a bit too serious.

"Look Jim, I know its way too soon to be thinking about much of anything. It's enough for me if we can at least be friends again. If that's all you want, all you can handle, I'm ok with that. Just as long as I know the truth, that it's not this...or how I look now, or what either one of us has lost. If in time..."

"Carol, you're just as beautiful in my eyes as you ever were, with or without the leg..."

"Or perky breasts?"

"Those too!" I laughed. "Though like I told you earlier, I think they're even more beautiful now than they were back then. And in fact, I wouldn't mind seeing them again sometime," I told her honestly.

"Oh? How about now then?" She asked, and before I could reply to that, she had once again removed the top she was wearing. Admittedly, this "yo-yo" thing with her sweatshirt was starting to get to me. Or rather peek-a-boob, if you want to call it that. Whatever game she/we were playing, was starting to have some kind of an effect on me.

I noticed then her nipples were even harder and longer than before. Now standing out like twin little soldiers at attention, and needing some to boot. Before I even realized it, I was standing. As was my dick, which became painfully obvious as I stood, only then looking down at myself and seeing it tented well out within my pants. Needless to say, Carol saw it too.

"Oh my!"

I didn't talk, I didn't respond except in the only way that I could, which surprised the two of us to be perfectly honest about it. I walked over lifting her up off the couch. She felt as light as a feather.

"Down the hall?"

She grinned, giggled, and even teared up a bit. "Yes."

I then carried my half naked captive down the short hallway towards her bedroom. Seeing an open door across the hall from the bath, I correctly assumed this was her room, entering moments later. Carol had a nice king sized bed, and as light as she really was, I almost unceremoniously tossed her down on it. She bounced, once again laughing, but then grew serious almost in an instant.

"You won't be...put off? Freaked out?"

"Does this look like I'm put off? Freaked out?" I said undoing my belt, my pants dropping down around my ankles in a second.

I never considered myself to have a large prick. Certainly a bit above average perhaps, but at the moment...it felt huge, and to me even looked huge. But then that perhaps comes with not having seen it look like this is quite some time either. Even Carol's eyes seemed to stare at it in disbelief, for a moment stroking my ego, though I now wanted her to stroke it with something a bit more physical than that.

"Can I tell you something a little naughty?" She asked.

"Go right ahead," I answered her, my dick throbbing, actually bobbing up and down a bit as I stood there next to the foot of her bed.

"Though missing a leg certainly has its disadvantages, not having one has a few surprising advantages as well. Would you like to see what those are?" she asked.

I can't say I was actually apprehensive or anything, a bit nervous perhaps not really knowing what to expect, or how she might actually look like totally naked. Up until now at least, I hadn't seen much, the majority of her protruding stump had remained hidden beneath the cuff of her shorts. As agile as she'd shown me to be before, without waiting for much of an answer, she simply rolled onto her back, her hands slipping off the garment with ease. With minimal effort, she used her one good leg to send her shorts flying, and suddenly she was totally revealed to me. Whatever expectations I might have had, or even remotely considered even in my subconscious, never came to fruition. All I saw was this gorgeous, sexy attractive woman lying there in front of me, completely naked. One long leg, one very short one, and the most beautiful pussy sitting there smiling at me, all pink and swollen, though that too was another surprise. The last time I had seen that, she had pubic hair, a thick dark patch of it. Now...all I saw was pink sweet puffy lips meeting my hungry gaze.

I think I actually drooled a little, catching a bit of spittle at the corner of my mouth as I all but dived into bed next to her. She squealed in delight as I did, pulling me next to her, my hands flying towards her breasts, her hand finding my stiff prick simultaneously. Even as we did all that, our lips and mouths came together with an urgency I hadn't expected. I fucked her mouth with my tongue as she in turn sucked it. Her nipples felt like hard little rocks as I tweaked them between my fingers, pulling though pinching them gently as her own hand squeezed my shaft like there was no tomorrow.

"Make love to me, and then fuck me." She said, though I failed to see the difference between the two at the moment. I was to learn later there was one. Rolling me over onto my back, she again amazed me with her agile nimbleness as she all but flew off the bed, straddling my torso, her sweet hot wet cunt wrapping around my dick like a hot-dog bun, not quite engulfing it inside herself. She slid up against me and then down, as I continued to hold onto her breasts like I'd never felt any before.

"God that feels good," she moaned wantonly.

It felt almost too good...and I wasn't even inside her yet. With age had come control, or at least some sense of mature coupling that had come with age and experience. At the moment however, I felt like that young teenage kid again, already fighting against loosing it too soon. She seemed to sense my concern, looking down into my eyes smiling as I strained against the sweet exquisite intensity that had gripped my entire soul.

"You're gonna cum the moment I put you inside me," she told me. "And you know what? I want you to." She added. "I want to feel your juice squirting inside my pussy, I want to feel for the first time what it's like to actually have you inside me. I want to pretend I'm that virgin again, and that I've never had a man's prick inside my cunt before. And then we're going to make love, slowly...until you grow nice and hard for me again. And after that...I'm going to show you what I meant earlier," she sighed. And in the next moment...she did exactly that.

I'll be the first to admit. I've had and known some pretty intense orgasms in my life, but this one seemed to fall into a category all by itself. The eruption and combination of simultaneous sensations seemed to short-circuit my senses for some reason. The slippery, hot wet slickness of Carol's pussy as I felt her instantaneously engulf my entire shaft in one fell swoop was one. Coupled with that, the firm grip, the sweet pulsating kiss of her cunt as it sucked me in. I felt the first powerful jettison of my spunk leap from the furthest depths of my entire being, but it wasn't like simply feeling the squirt, or the one after, or the one after that either. It was as though she was sucking them out of me, drawing them out with her will. All I know is, I saw stars, and then felt like I was amongst them as I emptied myself into her with what felt like not a series of powerful ejaculations, but one long continuous drawn out one that had no beginning, and no real end.

Even as I lay there beneath her, eventually regaining my senses, she was still moving up and down upon me, against me. Her pussy perhaps more wet, more drenched with our combined juices as they leaked out of her, saturating the two of us as well as the bed. The addition now of the slick messy sounds coming from beneath us, simply enhanced our continued coupling, even though I had just spent myself inside her only moments ago now. To my own surprise, I remained hard, hard enough at least to continue the coupling, within moments, feeling a surge of renewed vigor now filling my cock to even greater firmness.

"See? Told you..." she beamed reaching down to grasp me within her hand, not quite slipping me from within her, but balancing almost gracefully like a gymnast as she raised herself up, totally supported now by the strength of her arm as she lifted herself up.

"Holy shit!" I remarked looking at her as she hovered there for a moment suspended as she was.

"Now we fuck, and now...I get to show you what I learned to do," she told me.

I was already in awe of her obvious strength and balance, but if I thought her superhuman feat of balancing herself with one hand had been something, I was greatly mistaken. About the only way I can even begin to describe what she did next, is to compare her to one of those gymnasts you see doing a routine on a hobby-horse or pommel as we called them. Suddenly there she was, swinging herself around and about above me, using the strength in her arms in order to do so. And as she did, she kept me inside her, rotating about wildly, which for me was not only an interesting sensation, feeling my cock with her pussy rotating three hundred and sixty degrees inside, but watching her leg coming up and over my head, followed by her short little smooth stump. Oh yeah...and those breasts of hers, wildly swinging to and fro as well. Damndest thing I've ever seen...let alone felt before.

But like any Olympic champion, her routine ended as she eventually got winded. Though for a moment, I actually wanted to stand up and applaud.

"That's just one of my amazing feats," she informed me. "Amazing what one can do without the use of both limbs isn't it?"

I wasn't about to argue with that. I was amazed. And we soon put that newfound talent of hers to use in another position as well, though this one was my idea. Actually standing on her bed, with Carol leaning against the wall, I stood behind her. Leaning forward only slightly, it was a unique sensation to slip into her that way. The smoothness of her shortened leg just barely touching me off to one side as I slid inside her. One hand wrapped around that short leg, half holding, half lifting her in place. The angle uniquely different as we stood there together, my cock thrusting in and out of her slowly, yet continuously. My other hand once again coming around to grasp and fondle her magnificent breasts as we fucked yet for the third time in the evening. Something I again hadn't managed to do in more years than I could remember.

"Oh fuck, fuck Jim that's nice...that feels so damn good!"

I skewered her, thrusting in an out of that heavenly passage of hers wildly until I soon felt the beginnings of yet another intensely satisfying orgasm begin to manifest itself. Carol too sensed it, suddenly spinning off and away from me in a flash before I even knew what was going on.

Another first for us. Maybe it was the times back then. Who knows. She'd certainly given me some pretty amazing blowjobs back then while we'd been dating, but I'd never once ever cum in her mouth. Not like I was complaining or anything. She loved it when I squirted all over her tits, and I actually enjoyed doing that, seeing that. Especially when she rubbed it into them afterwards. But as I said, never once had I finished off in her mouth either.

Now...here she was, back down on her knees, (well sort of anyway) my rock-hard cock in her mouth, as she sucked it unlike I'd ever had it sucked before, including my wife Karen, though I wasn't thinking that at the time thankfully. All I knew was, this was again a totally new sensation to me, and I was in seventh heaven for the third time that night.

I felt her soft warm hand cup my balls, gently kneading them. Her other hand slow-stroking my prick up and down as she knobbed the head of my prick making sweet, decadent popping sounds with her lips as she pursed them around the head, pulling on it, before engulfing it all over again. I thought she was going to tear the head off...and in fact I wanted her to, as good as that felt.

"Fuck! Carol!"

All she did was moan happily, almost greedily around my cock head, urging me on. No further coaxing was needed. I felt the surge of my pleasure suddenly racing up the length of my shaft, seconds later my semen exploding inside her mouth as she swallowed vigorously in an effort to keep from drowning as I flooded her mouth with my seed. Even after she had pulled from my prick every last drop, she continued to suckle me, her lips just as sweet in their softer ministrations, her hands still gently fondling my cock and balls as I slowly sank to my own knees there in front of her, melting like an ice cream cone next to her there on the bed.

Now don't laugh. But I fell asleep going down on her, though not before she'd had one more nice naughty little climax before falling asleep herself that way. By morning, we were cozied up together there on her bed, me snuggled comfortably between her breasts, her smooth short leg which she used to actually caress my side with as we slowly woke up before ending up in the shower together.

"So...any plans for the day?" She asked.

It was Sunday. I was expected to show up for dinner at Rachel's house later that evening. And not that Rachel wasn't a good cook, because she was, but under the circumstances, I'd much rather spend time with Carol, especially as she once again stood there leaning against the wall in her shower as I so easily slipped inside her again, much like we had done there on her bed the evening before.

"Just fucking you," I told her. "Though I do need to make a quick phone call," I added.

She laughed at that. "Well, besides fucking me...and doing whatever else we decide to do...how about having dinner later as well? Only...I'd like to see your place this time."

"Ok," I said slowly trying to imagine what I might have in my nearly empty cupboards we could fix, not coming up with much. "We might have to stop at the store though...about all I really have is peanut butter and bread."

Once again she laughed. "Been a while since I've had one of those," she told me. "Got any Jam?"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah...two, Strawberry and Raspberry!"

As I'd expected, Rachel was a little concerned and worried when I called to let her know I wasn't coming over for dinner that evening, though I refused to tell her the reasoning behind that, simply telling her I was really tired and that I planned on going to bed early, which was the truth of course. Just not in quite the way she took its meaning to be. As fast as everything had happened, I wasn't quite ready to say anything to anyone yet. Especially as it was still too soon for Carol and I to honestly know where if anywhere, any of this was actually going. In all likelihood, it was nothing more than a healing encounter for the two of us, and wouldn't go much beyond that. And though the girls in particular had been pestering me to get out more, I don't think they meant for their old man to start shacking up with someone. Especially when they didn't know Carol from Adam, and had no idea as to the history behind the two of us. Something I wasn't quite ready to share with the two of them just yet, or even Pete for that matter, though I was confident he'd be just fine with whatever the old man decided to do. More like me in that way than either one of his two sisters were.

Unlike the previous night, our lovemaking had been soft and slow. Passionate yes, and though we did enjoy a few variations on the impossible to normally get into positions thingy, for the most part...we had normal mature adult old people sex.

It was wonderful.

We slept in Monday morning, though sleeping in for me was 8:30, which was about the time the two of us got up. Carol had hopped into the bathroom to take care of business as I headed into the kitchen to rustle up a feast. Which consisted of Orange juice, toast with jam this time, oh yes...and freshly brewed coffee. I had just finished popping in four more slices of bread into the toaster when the sound of the back door opening reached my ears. A little too late to do much of anything as Rachel suddenly came walking in. I guess I should have known better, but I honestly didn't think she'd come rushing over first thing Monday morning.

She was as surprised as I was.

"Note to self," I stated. "Either change the locks on the doors, or remind the kids to knock first before simply barging in."

I was naked as the day I was born. Thank god I didn't have an erection at least, hard enough to explain my standing there in the nude with four pieces of toast in my hand. But it wasn't my obvious nudity that caught my daughter's eye either...I had poured two glasses of orange juice which were sitting there on the table. She looked up with the question already forming inside her mouth when we both heard the sound.

Once again I thought about saying something, but it was already too late for that too. Carol came hopping into the kitchen as naked as I was.

I know it sounds weird perhaps. But seeing her do that is sexy as hell. In a kinky sort of way maybe, but I love it. Still...standing there as she came bouncing in, tits flying, my daughter standing just behind me, her father naked still holding onto four pieces of toast. All I could think of to say was.

"Care to stay for breakfast? Oh, and by the way...this is my friend Carol. Carol? This is my youngest daughter Rachel."

Now I don't know if it was the sight of Carols boobs bouncing in every direction at once, or her being naked, hopping around on one foot. Maybe a combination of the two perhaps that did it. But suddenly I burst out laughing. And then Carol did. After the shock of seeing the two of us standing there like that, Rachel soon joined in as well.

God it felt good to laugh like that again. Up until the point where my sides started aching anyway. Needless to say, Rachel declined my offer to stay for breakfast leaving soon after that. I figured she'd call her sister the moment she got home. But for the moment at least, it felt good to feel alive again.

I brushed the snow away from the marker on my wife's grave. A fitting reminder perhaps that it was now a year ago to the day since she passed away. Carol stood a short distance away, allowing me the moment alone with my wife.

"Well honey, I fulfilled my promise to you," I told her standing up now looking down. "At the time, I didn't think it was possible. But I guess you knew better didn't you? No, Carol will never take your place. And I guess I've learned that it is possible to love two people, maybe a little differently perhaps, in different ways. I will always love you Karen. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you, or miss you. Can't help but wonder if you think of me, and miss me too. But...until then, until that time comes, thank you. Thank you for making me promise you what I did.

I don't know if Carol and I will ever take that next step. At our age, I'm not sure that marriage would be right for either one of us. And its funny how the girls have come to accept that Carol and I are simply living together now, though I honestly believe they prefer that over our getting married. Still looking out for their mother's interests I'm sure, though I never did tell them about the promise I had made.

They get along really well too. I've caught myself wondering on more than one occasion when I've seen the three of them all huddled up together, whispering. The girls with red faces, glancing over towards me...Carol with a bemused expression on hers, though she's not once told me what the three of them were talking about. And oddly enough, Bill, Kimberly's husband actually walked up to me a week ago, shook my hand, smiled, laughed and told me that whatever Carol had told her had made a big improvement in their love life.

Have no clue what that was. But I did notice she's been going without a bra a hell of a lot more lately than she ever did. Maybe it has a lot to do with that. I know for me, all Carol has to do is take off her clothes and stand there and run in place, well...you know what I mean. That's about all it takes and I'm suddenly in the mood.

We still go over once a month for Sunday dinner now. That's more to everyone's liking, and Carol and I take a turn at having everyone over as well. At least they do knock now before just barging in.

Good thing too. Some of the positions Carol and I enjoy getting into might be a little hard to explain. Let alone seeing.

Glad I kept that promise.
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