Chapter 3: Grandparents

“I didn’t tell you what I saw on the doorbell cam, did I?” For the next few minutes, Steve told Brenda what he had seen when her parents came over to the house to check on the kids the last time they went away for the weekend. He even had her sit on the couch next to him while calling up the footage from their doorbell camera, to show his wife her father rubbing her mother’s ass. Both Steve and Brenda were giggling when he finished.

“Heavens! My own parents! I mean, I can see my father doing that, but my mother? I will be ruined for life,” she laughed.

“So, you were a virgin birth.”

“I must have been. My mother told me that they bought me at a store, and that if I didn’t start behaving, they were taking me back for a refund.” Steve rolled his eyes, and Brenda continued. “Okay, maybe not. I’m pretty sure they are still fooling around. I found a copy of the Kama Sutra in one of the end tables, along with some DVDs, you know.”

“They left that laying around the living room?” he asked.

She shook her head. “The family room, and no, it wasn’t laying around. It was when they took that trip to Florida last year, and she asked me to check on the place. I found the door on the end table open, and when I went to close it, I saw them, along with a couple of vibrators.”

“Well, now that they’re retired, they need something to do to keep from getting bored. Discover any new positions to try, or movies to watch?”

“No, but I did get myself off before coming home, and I was kind of horny later that night.”

Steve said, “Make sure to call ahead of time before you go over there so nobody gets surprised. Uh, did you ever go over and interrupt things?”

Brenda smiled and answered, “I’m not sure, but there was one time where I let myself in with my key and I heard some scrambling around. Dad had a red face and Mom seemed to be straightening up, but it never occurred to me, you know.”

“They must have been just getting started. I know with you, if I was actually inside you, it would take a Clydesdale to pull me off!” Steve laughed.

“You are just so sweet, and so naughty.”

“Maybe you should give them a tube of Tropic Desire, to spice things up,” he laughed. Brenda simply turned red at that, and her husband realized she had already done that. He just kept laughing, even as she nudged him in the side.

Caroline Bollinger looked around the master bathroom briefly before getting ready to go out. She and her husband, Frederick, were having a date night. He had told her they needed to go over to their daughter’s house to look in on their grandchildren. Their daughter, Brenda, and her husband, Steve, were away for the weekend, so they wanted to check on them.

It didn’t take long for Caroline to clean up. Before showering, she dug out her enema kit. It was a date night, and she needed to be prepared in case Fred got extra frisky. She liked it when her husband got frisky; they might be in their sixties, but they weren’t dead yet. After cleaning up inside, she took a quick shower, touching up her shaving at the same time. Fred liked licking her shaved pussy.

Out of the shower, she dried quickly and grabbed the tube of Tropic Desire. Squirting some on her hands, she rubbed the lotion over her breasts, stomach, and pubic mound. Then she took the small spray bottle of her favorite perfume and spritzed her cleavage. It was Chanel Number 5, her favorite scent, and whenever Fred bought her some, she gave him an excellent thank you, which normally started out with a blowjob and ended up riding him to a second cum.

Caroline went to her closet and pulled out a dress. Then she went into the bedroom and pulled a pair of black thigh-high stockings from her dresser. She sat on the bed and pulled them on carefully. She adjusted them and stood up. She inspected them to make sure they were high up her thighs. She silently thanked God that she had kept her figure after two children. Both she and Fred were in their mid-sixties. Then it was back into the bathroom, where she stepped into the black cocktail dress she had selected. It had a deep-V cut at the neck, front and back, and was two inches above her knees. Then she took a pair of ankle-strapped black stiletto heels from the shoe tree in the closet and sat down on her bed and put them on. Some makeup and she was ready to go.

A bra and panties weren’t necessary. It was a date night. She was going out to dinner and then getting laid. Underwear would just get in the way later.

Frederick Bollinger was waiting for his wife in the living room. He knew that he took a lot less time to dress than his wife did, so after getting out of the shower, he grabbed his suit and went into the bedroom, passing her as she went into the bathroom. He dressed and took his tie, socks, and shoes into the living room, where he finished dressing while watching the six o’clock news. He turned his head when his wife came out and he smiled. Standing, he whistled and said, “Yowza! Hot stuff!”

Caroline blushed and said, “Thank you. You clean up nice, too.”

Fred grabbed his suit coat and pulled it on. “I’m going to be spending the night fighting off all the other men in the place.”

Caroline laughed. “Don’t promise more than you can deliver. Your days of fighting off the opposition are long behind you.” Fred Bollinger had been an amateur boxer in college and had the broken nose of a boxer who had lost more fights than he had won.

Fred snorted. “Do I need to mention how many of your days are behind you?”

“Not if you plan on any fun later tonight.”

Her husband laughed and went to the front door. He opened it and ushered his wife out, locking it behind him. Then it was off to his year-old Camry, where he waited for the click of the fob-linked lock and then opened it for her. He eyed her legs as she slid into the car. He could already detect the wonderful scent of her perfume and body lotion mixed together. By the time they got home, it would be driving him insane.

The first stop was Brenda’s house. The lights were on, but the only car in the driveway was Brenda’s. They both got out and went up the walkway to the front door. Fred pushed the doorbell, and they heard the BONG inside, but nobody came to the door. They both looked through the sidelights but didn’t see or hear anybody. “It must be a date night for the kids,” said Fred.

“Well, it is a Friday. Heather’s probably still at Empire and Steven Junior is probably with his girlfriend or his buddies,” agreed Caroline.

“We’ve done out familial duty,” commented her husband. He turned his wife back towards the driveway and rubbed her bottom as he walked her back to the Camry.

Caroline wiggled her ass. “Just what do you think you’re doing, Mister Bollinger?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing! What do you think I’m doing?”

“I think you’re rubbing my ass!”

“Complaints, complaints.” He opened the door for her and then got in behind the wheel. He glanced at his wife’s stocking-clad legs and smiled. It promised to be a good night.

Dinner was at a very nice restaurant in Albany, and afterwards, they went back to the car. From there, Fred made his way to I-787 and headed north. It was just a few exits before he headed east across the Hudson. He reached over and put a hand on Caroline’s knee. “Want to go parking, like in the old days?”

Caroline laughed. “Oh my God! Are you serious? Parking? You must have missed the bucket seats.”

Fred rolled his eyes. Caroline was correct in that bucket seats had ruined parking as a post-date pleasantry. “There’s still the back seat,” he countered.

“By the time you find a place to go parking, and we get in the back seat, we could be home,” she laughed. “Just go home.”

“Remember that old Chevy pickup I had with the bench seat? You never complained when we went parking in that.”

“Uh, huh. That was back when we were in college and our roommates gave us crap about moving out on a weekend night,” she responded.

“Total assholes, as I recall,” Fred commented.

Caroline nodded; as her husband had said, both of their roommates had been jerks. They had both changed roommates the next year. They stopped screwing in the pickup truck when they had a bed to screw in.

Caroline went up the walkway first, with Fred following, his hand on her bottom. Caroline used the keypad to let them in, and Fred followed. He turned on the living room light and continued to the kitchen. “Care for a drink?”

“One.”

“Vodka and tonic?” Caroline nodded and he opened the liquor cabinet and made a pair of drinks. Fred handed one to her and he led the way back to the living room. He sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to him.

Caroline sat down next to her husband and said, “Scootch over.” Curious, Fred moved down the couch to the end. Caroline moved with him, so that he was sandwiched between the armrest and his wife. She smiled and sipped her drink, and then said, “There, just like a bench seat, and the cops won’t get pissy.”

Fred laughed. “Maybe not.” Caroline was on his right side, so he transferred his drink to his left hand and put his right hand over her shoulder.

Caroline smiled and sipped her drink from her right hand. Her left hand she placed in her husband’s lap. She could feel his erection in his pants. She knew it was going to be a good night, and not just because she was going to have sex. No, she was going to have a lot of sex!

She knew that because of the body lotion she had put on earlier. Brenda had given her a tube of Tropic Desire months ago, saying it was an excellent massage and body lotion, and she should try it out. It was a harmless enough idea, but she forgot about it for a few weeks. Then she remembered it and rubbed some on her arms and legs one night before going to bed. As soon as she rubbed the lotion in, she sensed an amazing floral scent and an almost sexual arousal.

It hadn’t been a special night, just a regular night and she had gone to bed in an oversized t-shirt. As was her norm, when Fred climbed into bed with her, she rolled towards him and gave him a quick kiss. What surprised her slightly was when the kiss became hot and lengthy. Fred’s tongue teased her lips and then worked into her mouth, to touch her tongue and probe deeper. Meanwhile, his hands were tugging her t-shirt up and off. It was going to be a good night, she thought to herself. The Bollingers still enjoyed sex, but like most couples in their sixties, it didn’t happen more than a couple of times a week, and they had enjoyed a very pleasant fuck the night before.

Caroline’s body responded to her husband’s attentions. As he began kissing her neck and tits, she reached down and pushed his briefs off. His cock was already as hard as she could remember, and she began stroking it. Fred groaned happily and he slipped a hand between her legs. She kept a tube of Astroglide in her nightstand and wondered if it would be necessary; at sixty-three extra lubrication was often necessary. Amazingly, her pussy felt hot and wet, and she knew she’d be able to really enjoy Fred’s cock. When she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, he got into position and slipped into her pussy in a single smooth thrust.

Caroline moaned as her husband fucked her with long, slow thrusts. He pistoned his cock into her over and over, and it felt to her that he was going deeper than she could remember. His cockhead curved up to rub her G-spot, and he lay atop her, pressing against her tits as his lips and tongue licked the side of her neck. When he finally came, in the midst of her second orgasm, it felt like he was flooding her pussy with hot cum.

“Who says old folks don’t know how to have fun?” said Caroline. It was something they had heard on a sitcom years ago, and she occasionally trotted it out. “Let’s do it again.”

Fred laughed as he always did. Caroline kissed him happily and rolled onto her side, and her husband snuggled up behind her, as he normally did. Then he surprised her. As he snuggled against her rump, she felt him stirring behind her. His cock was stiffening a second time! They hadn’t done it twice in a row like that in well over a decade, and Caroline was astonished, and very, very happy. She loved having Fred’s cock inside her pussy. He made her feel loved and feeling him hard and horny was the ultimate proof he still found her desirable. As one of his hands came around and cupped a large and aroused breast, she felt one of his legs moving between hers. She lifted a leg, and he moved closer, to slip his cock into her cum-filled cunt from behind. This was another long and slow screw, and she came twice before she felt his second load join his first.

The Bollingers fell asleep after that, without even bothering to dress again. It was late when they woke up, with Fred still snuggling behind his wife. She was amazed to feel an erection poking her ass again and smiled as she felt Fred’s hand stroking her hip and then slipping down to caress her thighs. “Fred, again?”

“Is that a complaint?”

“Just surprised!”

“Would you mind if I fucked you this morning? Do you have a problem if I stuff my cock in your cunt?”

“Oh, Fred...”, Caroline moaned. She adored it when he talked crude and dirty in bed. She moaned even louder when he pushed her onto her stomach. Fred crawled onto her and pushed his cock into her pussy from behind and then straddled her legs. He began fucking her, and it simply felt amazing to Caroline. His legs straddling hers forced her legs together, increasing the pressure and friction of her pussy on his cock, and the angle had his cock rubbing against her clit. Fred reached around and cupped her tits, his fingers tweaking her nipples. Much too soon she felt his cock expand as he slammed forward, burying himself in her pussy as he unloaded a third load for the night.