Michelle Comes For A Visit

Michelle and I went to college together but we were only dimly aware of each other then. I got involved in running later in life and helped form a running group which mainly organized itself online. Michelle somehow became aware of it and joined even though she lives out of state. She came to the area once and we ran a half marathon together and five years ago at a college reunion we ran a five k. 

My family leaves for the summer every year. Two years ago, Michelle indicated she might come here to attend an annual party my running club holds. She got in touch with me on a Friday and knowing I was alone for the summer asked if she could stay at my house and she'd arrive the next day. I declined because that was too short of notice and I wanted.the house in shape before anyone crossed the threshold. This is a story about what might have happened if she stayed instead.

Michelle is my age, 56. She is average height, long grey hair, glasses, on the thin side. Weak chin. She has a definite geeky granny look to her. She looks a lot like a content creator named 'Submissive Sarah." Michelle sings regularly in her Church choir and is a devout Catholic.

I quickly got the house in order.for my soon to be guest. She arrived and we chatted as I drove the two of us to the party. Michelle was a little awkward at first meeting everyone in person for the first time. We got back to my place after dark. I showed her the guest room and excused myself and went upstairs to bed.

A little later Michelle started to text me from downstairs as she couldn't sleep. She chatted about her adult sons, her husband and some marriage pain. I said she could come up if she wanted to talk and soon she was sitting on the far edge of the king sized bed. After awhile the yawning overtook us. "Phil I can't sleep alone. Would it be ok if I slept on the edge right here?" Of course. She was wearing a longish granny nightgown. We laid down and I fell asleep.

I woke again later, still dark, and found that we were spooning. It felt wonderful. My arm was around her cupping a small breast. My cock was hard and unmistakably in between her ass cheeks. I kissed her shoulder and she turned and we began to kiss. The kissing turned deeper. Real kissing. Unbridled. She lifted the hem of her nightgown as my free hand fought its way up to feel her hip and stomach and breasts. I didn't think I had been attracted to her, she was not really my type but I guess that actually fueled my obvious lust. It became clear our bodies wanted sex. "But this is your marriage bed, " she said. "Tonight, you're my wife," I replied. She looked a little stunned, and sat up. "In that case," she said, getting out of her gown, "you better take what's yours." 

There is that moment when a woman reveals her nakedness to you for the first time it is like seeing her for the first time. Michelle was beautiful. I was stunned. Her nipples were quite proudly erect and I fell on her and ravished her. Her pussy was clean and had that feminine tang and I explored her with my tongue and mouth. I assumed.the traditional missionary position and slowly guided my engorged cock into her sweet folds. As we mated she was hoarsely saying aloud, "Hail Mary, Hail Mary ..." We ended up with her on her side and I increased my thrusts, cumming deeply in her. We slept in that position, enjoying the afterglow.

The next morning I came downstairs to Michelle making me breakfast. She confessed it had been years since she had sex. I kissed her. We held each other a long time. The emotions were strong and it felt so good to be intimate with her.

As we were hugging and saying goodbye, she asked me if I would say it to her, just once. I understood. "I love you, Michelle." She looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I love you Phil." 

As I was cleaning later that day, I saw that she had left her small bra behind for me with a note that read: "Thank you for letting me be your wife last night and making me feel like a complete woman again. This is a small reminder of our passion. L, Michelle."