Martin and Lori continue their match up in the bedroom. By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Martin gazed at Lori as she flashed a wicked grin at him. He wondered how he had got here. What had led him from fostering a fantasy which he had no inclination was ever going to come to fruition, to the pleasure filled evening which had, in Lori’s estimation, only just begun. Part of him could not wait to take things further. To plumb the hidden depths of Lori’s sexuality. He was already intoxicated by her wantonness, by the dirty side to this pristine well ordered woman who he had enjoyed getting to know at their tennis classes over the weeks. But bubbling underneath this desire to explore further was a persistent insecurity. Martin’s sexual experience and repertoire were extremely limited. Previous to her passing he had been faithful to his wife Jenny for the entirety of their 26 years of marriage. However, despite the usual torrid beginning to a relationship, their lovemaking had eventually become predictable and comfortable. He already knew that Lori was so much more adventurous and he was concerned about his perceived limitations, especially now he had already come. Lori was sitting, half naked on the couch in front of him, her petite breasts exposed to his gaze, her nipples standing erect. In the last 15 minutes he had felt a raw passion awaken that he had never experienced with his wife. A door which had remained shut for years was now open, and Lori was inviting him to walk further through it. Yet Martin was hesitant. Hesitant because of his lack of experience - would it be obvious to Lori? Would she judge him negatively for it? And hesitant because he honestly didn’t know whether he the sexual stamina that he had in his youth. He was over 50 now and even though he sometimes would masturbate at night to bring sleep to him, he didn’t know whether he could get hard again any time soon. His orgasm, which had overwhelmed him whilst his cock was in Lori’s warm mouth, had been powerful but now, even though his heart was still beating fast, his cock drooped against his leg, a string of his come still seeping out and pooling on his thigh. “So, what do you think old man? Got any more where that came from?” Lori said, her eyes glancing down at the puddle of semen on his leg. “Sure..” Martin stuttered. “But it might take me a while to recover…” His face flushed red and a mixture of excitement and embarrassment flowed through him. Lori giggled. “Don’t worry - it will be ‘new balls’ in no time at all.” Martin chuckled at the joke which had put him more at ease. “Shall we go to the bedroom? There’s more space than on this couch which will give us a few more options.” Lori grinned. “Sure. Let’s do it.” Martin said, committing himself in faith that his ageing body wouldn’t let him down. The alternative was to make a lame excuse to leave - something he knew he would end up regretting for a very long time. Lori stood up, took him by the hand and led him upstairs and through an oak doorway into her room. As Martin glanced around he noticed that it followed the same neat, ordered and clean style that the rest of Lori’s house had. In the center of the room was a large, king sized bed decked in pure white linen sheets. Thirty minutes ago Martin would have surmised that it perfectly reflected Lori’s personality - but he now knew that underneath the demure, controlled exterior was a wild, passionate and raw spirit which was only too eager to emerge. Lori sat on the bed, her tennis skirt and panties still in place, but otherwise naked. Martin sat alongside, facing her, fully unclothed and feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable during this interlude. “Ok, I have an idea.” Lori smiled. “You said you wished you had been a fly on the wall when I was playing with myself. And right now I’m feeling incredibly horny, I have to tell you. So….why don’t you pretend you’re that fly and see how long it takes you to come buzzing over here and jo