Once she had assumed the position he greedily let his hands roam at will over her naked flesh...
My name is Tim Miller. I am sixty four years old and my wife JoAnn and I have been married for thirty two years. She is eleven years younger than I am. We have been living for the past couple of years in a senior citizen apartment type building which is rent controlled and owned by a group of churches. Although we have never been church goers,the people here don't push their beliefs on us or insist that we attend any of the many religious activities that go on in the building.

So all in all,we blend in pretty well with no problems.

Jo Ann and I have never had children because she was unable to conceive. She has always been quite slim with a milky complexion which I find very appealing. Her demeanor matches her appearance. She is a quiet person some might say mousy,but that's not right. She has a very pretty face and big green eyes. Her hair is somewhere between dark blonde and light brunette. Her figure is slim and soft,breasts medium size with pale pink aureoles and nipples. The hair between her legs is just a shade or two darker than that on her head. She has always been a very submissive person,not one to be confrontational at all. Even at the risk of having to do something she would rather not. The reason I'm being so descriptive of my wife will become apparent as this account goes on.

Financially,we are far from rich,subsisting mostly on social security and a meager savings account. But we don't want for anything. At least we didn't until I broke my leg and became unable to work. At the time, I was managing a small appliance and repair store. A nice little job but without benefits. The staff was small. Only a couple of girls barely out of their teens who handled the phone,reception type stuff and kept up with the inventory. Then there was Randy Bosman.

What a prick that young guy was. . . . and is. Randy is in his mid twenties and totally insufferable. How he got the job I'll never know. I certainly didn't hire him. He is a skinhead with an obnoxious soul patch under his lip,tattoos up both arms. . . a skinny dude with an attitude that no one could stand. He was hated by both the girls who work there. Belinda,a black girl with a few extra pounds but a sweet disposition,and Tina,a slim mousy little blonde with an unfortunate case of acne which made her shy and insecure. Randy never failed to verbally harass them both to the point of bullying. One day I had enough of his shit and jumped his case. I threatened to go to the owner and ask him to get rid of the little creep. I made him apologize to Belinda for referring to her as a fat ass troll. He also was forced to tell Tina he was sorry for laughing at her pimples.

Of course this did not sit well with Randy and he and I had a very strained relation. Uncomfortable in the workplace. This situation came to another head when he grabbed Belinda's butt one day while she had her hands full of merchandise,causing her to jump,shriek, and scatter electronic parts all over the floor. Once again I read him the riot act and said that one more incident would be his last at that store. He sulked away,muttering something under his breath. I didn't even want to know.

The next day was payday. Randy walked in without speaking,picked up his check and walked right out again. He didn't come back that day. When he wasn't at work the next day either I called his home and got his answering machine. I left a massage for him to please tell me if he was coming back to work at all,but two days later he had not called back or shown up so it was obvious that we were rid of him.

"Good thing too,Mr. Miller" Belinda said to me." I didn't want to say nothin with him still here and all,but he sure made some nasty remarks about your wife."

"What did he say,Belinda?" "Oh,I don't wanna get into it much. . . he just talkin about her in a nasty way."

I pressed her on."He's gone now,you can tell me. I'd really like to know what that little shit said about my wife."

"Well,he said she was a good lookin piece of. . . . well,you know. . . and how much he'd like to do things to her. He talk about her body parts in a disrespectful tone."

I didn't ask her more. She seemed embarrassed to have said that much. So I just thanked her for filling me in and let it slide.

Within a few days the owner of the store found a replacement and rotten Randy was soon forgotten. Things rocked on pretty much as usual until the Sunday softball game where I screwed up big time and ended up at the e. r. With what turned out to be a badly broken leg. Worse than the pain was the financial loss. The extra money I made at the store helped us scrape by. Now we were in trouble. JoAnn offered to find a job,but it was fruitless considering the way the market was at the time. The store owner did pay me two weeks out of kindness,but there was no insurance benefits and that was just a drop in the bucket. Still, each day JoAnn would scour the ads and try to think of some way to help. But we were getting further and further behind.

Then we thought that maybe we could use the computer to print some ads of our own and offer graphic art services. With this in mind JoAnn went to a drug store a few blocks away to buy some ink for the printer. Once she got there she saw that it was quite expensive,and in desperation,did something totally out of character. Heart racing,she surreptitiously looked around and slipped the ink into her big purse. Then she headed for the exit. Little did she know that her theft had been caught on video. . . and that video was being watched at the moment by the new assistant manager of the store. It was no coincidence that the manager was watching her. He was ogling her hungrily as she walked from aisle to aisle in a pretty little sundress. He had no way of knowing that his voyeurism was about to change his life. . . and that of the lovely mature brunette who was the object of his desire. The manager was . . . yep,you guessed it. Randy Bosman.

JoAnn's heart was racing wildly as she got in her car and started the engine. She was about to take a deep breath of relief when she heard tapping on the car window. Her heart jumped alarmingly and she felt a surge of adrenalin shoot through her body. She turned to the window to see the grinning face of Randy Bosman.

"Hi,Mrs. Miller. Remember me. . . . it's Randy."

With shaking fingers she opened the window.

"Yes,of course. . . how are you Randy?"

"Fine. . I guess you know I don't work with your hubby any more,huh?"

She knew alright. Tim had told her all about Randy. . . . what a prick he was. . . and even told her that Randy had made off color remarks about her.

"Yes,I heard that you had. . Er. . moved on" she said haltingly.

"Right. Me and your old man just couldn't hit it off. Anyway, I got a better job now. im working here as an assistant manager."

"Well good for you. Ummm. . nice to see you Randy but I've got to get home to Tim now."

"Yeah,I heard he broke his leg,right?"

She nodded.

Randy shook his head sympathetically."That's too bad. No money comin in huh?"

She nodded."But,we will be alright. The place where we live is very understanding and is helping us out for awhile. Until we get on our feet again."

"hey,that's great." Randy stopped smiling. "Bet they wouldn't be too helpful if they found out you are a shoplifter though."

Jo Ann fought back a sudden wave of panic but started shaking uncontrollably. Oh my god. . . he KNEW!

His grin reappeared,but now it was different. He stared at her as though he was enjoying her fear.

"I'll bet they would even evict you if they knew you got arrested,wouldn't they?"

Jo Ann gulped. He was right.

"Now,Jo Ann," he said,taking the liberty of using her first name." The question is,do I call the police and have them look in your purse,or not."

She was trembling and on the verge of tears as she stammered "Oh please don't do that. I. . . I . . I'll give it back. . . I'll pay for it. . . I'll do whatever you say. . just please don't have me arrested. I just couldn't stand it.

Randy smile triumphantly as he felt his cock beginning to stiffen.

"Well, I tell you what. Maybe there is a way for you to get out of this."

"oh,yes. . . please. Tell me how."

"Let's see,it's about two o'clock now. . . I'd say you could be home by five. . . just in time to cook good old Tim his dinner."

Jo Ann was terrified to know. She knew it wouldn't be good.

"I'll even let you keep that ink cartridge you stole. You mustawanted it pretty bad,so,hey,it's a gift from me."

Not really knowing what to say,she just nodded and murmured a thanks.

"So if you go along with my idea, I'll just forget I've got you on video committing a crime. What do you say?"

Her voice trembling,she asked "What idea is it that you want me to go along with?"

Randy smiled."Oh come on,honey,you're not dumb. Okay. . . I'll spell it out for you. You come over to my apartment right now and spend a couple of hours letting me enjoy that nice little body of yours,then you're home free."

There it was. There was no denying what the young man wanted.

"Randy,I. . I. . look ,that's just crazy. After all I'm old enough to be your mother. What on earth would you want from me?"

"Just so happens I've always wanted to fuck an older woman. . especially you. Hell, you ought a be flattered."

Jo Ann felt her face turning red as he blatantly told her that he wanted to "fuck" her. She caught her breath and started shaking her head.

" what are you talking about? I'm a married woman. . . I can't possibly do that."

"Yeah,I know you're married. And I don't like the asshole you're married to. Thats gonna make it all the sweeter when I'm riding your sweet married cunt. I'll make you cum like that old dude never has."

The whole idea was unthinkable. . . preposterous. She could never do anything like that,especially with such an arrogant and aggressive young punk.