Old Ladies, Thongs, & Cookie Trays

This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.

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Pamela zoomed through the outskirts of her neighborhood, ready to confront the bitch who was supposedly sleeping with her husband.

This whole thing came out of left field, to say the least, but it explained a lot. Her husband Dean had seemed a bit distracted lately, ever since they moved into this neighborhood. Her husband's entire company had been transplanted to this city, so a lot of their friends had made the move as well. One of her friends, Cara, had broken the bad news.

She said she had seen Dean's car parked at their neighbor's house, right across the street from their home. Cara thought she had been mistaken, but it seemed like multiple times a week, she noticed what looked like Dean's car parked in her neighbor's driveway, and it seemed like he would be there for hours. Dean had never mentioned this, and none of their friends lived at that address. So, this was someone new. Someone he had just met. Someone who he snuck off and spent a lot of quality time with. It seemed like there was no other explanation.

Dean was cheating on Pam.

So, yeah, Pamela kinda freaked out. She was seeing red, and she was probably breaking multiple traffic laws as she zoomed towards the house of the bitch who was sleeping with her husband.

She wasn't even mad at Dean. Okay, that's not true, she was furious with him, but the thing was... he was smoking hot. He could have any girl. And any girl would want to have him. But he was Pam's. Pam had put in a lot of time and hard work in locking Dean down. She had waited patiently for her moment, and when the time came, she made it count. So, she was not gonna let some slut try to swoop in after Pam got the ring on his finger. No! Pam was ready to slap a bitch. Didn't she see his fucking ring? Didn't she realize he was married? Or was she just one of THOSE girls?

Pam zoomed into the driveway of this slut and stopped, her brakes skidding, parking behind an older Sedan that was parked in front of the closed garage. She slammed her car door and nearly sprinted towards the front door. Pounding on the door with her fist, she readied herself to scream and fight, to tear this bitch apart. But when the door opened, all the fire flowing through her veins was immediately extinguished.

"Oh my goodness, dear..." the older woman at the door said, poking her head out, confused. "You look like your breathing fire, honey. What can I do for you?" she asked with a bright, warm, patient smile.

Pam began laughing at herself, laughing like a crazy person as she looked at the older woman. She wasn't a stranger. They had met before. Her name was Edna. She had stopped by their house soon after they moved in to welcome them to the neighborhood, bearing treats. This wasn't some skanky harlot. It was just some old lady.

Edna looked very confused at the younger woman at her doorstep. She had wrapped herself in a pink cotton robe, holding it around her front. Although she was an older woman, she still seemed modern, with a stylish swath of short silvery blonde hair on top of her head. She wasn't overly worn by age. She did have a few age marks around her eyes and a few wrinkles on her face, but she was still pretty, warm, and friendly, even when facing down this seemingly insane younger woman.

"Am I missing something, dear?" Edna asked, confused, as the young woman was almost bent over, laughing.

"You must think I'm crazy!" Pam said, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Edna asked, ever patient.

"I... I have a friend. She lives across the street. She... Jesus... she said she saw my husband's car parked over here a few times. I... I thought..." Pam began, laughing at her own idiocy.

"You thought he was cheating on you?" Edna finished with a knowing smile, nodding.

"I thought he was cheating on me," Pam confirmed. "But he wasn't, was he? He was dropping off..." she began.

"The cookie tray." they both said at the same time, referencing the tray of cookies she brought over to welcome him to the neighborhood. The same tray Pamela had been pestering him to take back to her. Pam shook her head, feeling deeply ashamed at leaping to conclusions.

"I'm such an idiot..." Pam said to herself, putting her hand up to her head in embarrassment. A thought striking her, she looked up. "But wait... she said she saw him here multiple times..."

"Well, I love to bake," Edna replied deftly with a warm smile. "When he came over the first time, I gave him more goodies to take with him. And every time he comes over to bring that tray, I give him more. I'm sorry, I didn't know it would cause trouble."

The story seemed to make sense. And it would explain the new trays of cookies and baked goods that kept showing up. She thought he got them from work. She could have sworn that's where he said he got them from, but she must not have heard him right.

"But... and I'm sorry, but, she said he was here... for a while...?" Pam said, not suspecting any infidelity anymore, but still trying to sort out the final inconsistency in the story. The older woman laughed to herself.

"I'm sorry... I've been told I'm a bit of a blabbermouth," Edna admitted. "I think I held him up, filling him in on all the juicy gossip from the neighborhood. Again... I'm really sorry, dear."

Pam nodded, seeing the truth in the answer. She stood there, on this nice old lady's doorstep, no doubt seeming absolutely insane. Pam was shaking her head, smiling in anger at herself, until tears began to well up in her eyes.

"I must look crazy," Pam said, trying to smile as tears dripped down her cheeks. "I just..." But before she could finish, the older woman interrupted.

"Oh, hon, I don't blame you," the older woman said with a reassuring nod, stepping out onto the doorstep in just her pink cotton robe, pulling the younger woman in for a hug. "Dear, in my younger days, I would have done the same thing. Don't be upset. You're not crazy!"

Pam let the older woman hug her, feeling the older woman's large bust pressing into her chest. She held this hug for a minute or so, the older woman comforting the younger woman, holding her close, pressing her soft belly against the younger woman's, patting her back as Pam sobbed. Finally, the older woman stepped back, looking down at Pam.

"Honey, I know you might feel like a terrible person, a terrible wife, but don't," Edna told her, holding her shoulders. "You did this because you love him. You did this because you care. Don't be ashamed of loving him so strongly." Pam nodded at this and smiled.

"Thank you," Pam said, smiling and wiping her eyes.

"Hon, I know you're young newlyweds, and these moments might happen." Edna said warmly. "If you ever need to talk, feel free to come back. We can have some girl talk," the old lady said with a smile. Pam nodded. "I feel sorry for the woman who does cross you, dear. Haha," Edna said, cheering her up.

"I'm so sorry for bringing you into this," Pam said, stepping back.

"Oh, no problem, dear. You can come in now if you want, so we can chat," Edna offered, opening the door up more, holding her robe closed, as she gestured for the young wife to enter.

"No, no, I couldn't put you out. Not after coming here like a crazy woman," Pam replied. "But I'll take a raincheck," she finished. Edna nodded warmly and leaned in.

"I promise I won't tell your husband about this," Edna whispered.

"Thank you," Pam replied, nodding and smiling. They said their goodbyes and Pam made her way back to the car. Edna watched her step back into her car, before stepping back inside the house and closing the door behind her.

As Pam backed out of the driveway, she looked forward at the garage, and for a crazy second, speculated that her husband's car could be parked in the garage... no, NO! This was madness! If she wanted their marriage to work, she had to trust him. She had to believe he wasn't gonna cheat on her at the drop of a hat. That was not the basis of a healthy marriage.

As she drove back home, she thought back on her first meeting with Edna, a memory that, after the events of today, she looked upon warmly.

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(3 months prior)

The knock at the door spurred the newly married couple into action. Dean and Pam were still getting settled, as they had officially just moved in for good this very day, but they were happy for something new to distract from the dirge that was unpacking. Together, they marched to the door, opening it up.

"Hi, new neighbors!" an older woman said, standing on their doorstep, a tray of cookies balanced on her palm.

"Hi!" Dean and Pam said in unison.

"My name is Edna," the older woman began. "I'm kind of the neighborhood mom around here. Don't let anyone call me the neighborhood grandma, haha, I'm not that old!" she said, making the young couple laugh. "I saw the moving trucks drive by, and I couldn't help but throw something together," she said, handing over a decorative tray of cookies to the young wife.

"Oh! You shouldn't have," Pam replied happily.

"Don't worry about it. I love baking!" Edna replied. Edna stood and appraised the young couple in front of her, allowing the young couple to appraise her. She was probably around fifty or so, and she looked good and stylish, not falling victim to the wears and tears of aging yet. For a woman her age, she looked very fit. She was dressed in a hip fashion, wearing snug, flattering jeans and a tight pink blouse. Edna couldn't help but notice the older woman's extremely large boobs, which were being contained by the blouse, which was not overly tight, but due to their large size, it was molded to her hefty mammaries. Her face was very pretty and regal, her lips warm and plump, her eyes twinkling with intelligence, and her creamy smooth complexion suiting her well, with only a few wrinkles. She had light silvery blonde hair, a shock of hair styled on top of her head, making her look sleek and fashionable. She seemed like a cool old lady. "I must say, you two are the cutest couple!" she said with an effusive smile.

It was true. They were a cute couple.

Dean and Pam were friends for awhile before they began dating. Pam had a crush on him the first time she saw him. They met in college, but it always seemed like he had a girlfriend. He was basically the most prized stud at the school. He was a natural athlete who played baseball in college. He had stylish, short, dirty-blond hair. A good tan. A great butt. A warm smile. Mouthwatering abs. Nice lips. And that mischievous twinkle in his eye that drove even the most jaded girls crazy. He even had great career prospects, a double major, with a bright future as a salesman at a pretty big company all but assured.

Pam was in the friend-zone for a while, always being there, providing a welcoming ear to vent his troubles to. Unfortunately, a lot of times, that meant girl troubles, which wasn't the most fun thing to listen to. Pam couldn't compete with a lot of the girls he dated. Really, he had his pick of the litter, and all the girls with the best clothes, or the most worldly, or the ones with the most obscenely huge chests, they all wanted a piece. Just from the outside, Pam observed him date all types of girls, of all different races, all gorgeous, any of them he would be lucky to have. Pam couldn't compete with their looks. Or their bodies. She was no slouch, but she wasn't, like, model-gorgeous. She was very pretty, with long, straight, dark hair. She was slim, sure, but her c-cups were nothing to sneeze at, and she had a nice butt. But she couldn't match up with those other girls in those areas to be frank, but she hoped her wit, her intelligence and her sparkling personality would shine through. And finally, after dozens of relationships, of encounters that left him feeling hollow, he finally made a move, and once he did Pam did all she could to lock him down. A year later, they were married and she couldn't be happier. She had won. She had beat out all those other girls.

And it was just in time. He had to make this big move along with his entire company, and they had aligned the big move with their honeymoon, coming back to their new house for the first time as a wedded couple. It was a lot to take in, but they couldn't be more excited to start their life together.

"Oh, thanks!" Pam replied warmly. "We just got married, actually."

"Oh my goodness! Congratulations!" Edna replied, giving the young woman an excited hug.

Dean was always awkward with stuff like this, putting in the pleasantries. He was a very cool, charismatic young man, and he could chat smoothly about conversations that were in his field or on his own terms, but Pam was simply better at this kind of idle chit-chat. He just followed along, talking with this nice older lady who was welcoming them to the neighborhood.

To be honest, he was willing this to be over simply so he could be alone with his wife, because he was very horny. He had a healthy sexual appetite and he was eager to set up their new bed and break it in, consummating their relationship officially. He already felt the pressure coming from his groin at the mere thought of going to bed with her.

Sure, Pam wasn't exactly like those other girls he dated. They were far more experienced with the ways of the bedroom, and he had gotten used to those kinds of lusty encounters, being ridden on a bed by a forceful, controlling woman. And he had loved that kind of action actually. But, that kind of controlling nature tended to carry over into their relationships, and they would always end badly. Things were different with Pam. She made him feel good. With her, it wasn't her trying to boss him around. It was an even, balanced, healthy relationship. She made him feel fulfilled, you know, spiritually. And while, sure, she wasn't the dominant presence in the bedroom like those other girls, he had realized there was truly something to the idea that having sex with someone you love was way more fulfilling than raw, physical, lusty sex, no matter how hot it may be.

"Well, I just wanted to welcome you guys to the neighborhood. I know just about everyone here, so if you have any questions, or if you need any recommendations for things around town, I put a card with my name and number on the tray. Call me if you need anything!" Edna said warmly, glancing at Dean for a moment.

"Well, thank you so much!" Pam said, stepping back slightly. "You are so nice!"

"Oh, no problem! It was nice talking to you guys, but you look pretty busy, so I'll leave you to it. You two have a good day. And again... welcome to the neighborhood!" Edna said, stepping back, about to leave. Pam began to move backwards towards the kitchen, and Dean was about to shut the door when Edna stopped them. "Oh, by the way, I will need that tray back when you're done with it, if you don't mind. My address is written on the bottom." Edna called out towards Pam, even though Dean was still at the door.

"No problem!" Pam called out before turning the corner, entering the kitchen. And for her, that's where the memory ended. But for Dean, this is where it truly began.

"And by the way," Edna said more quietly, turning her attention to Dean just as he was closing the door, smiling warmly, talking directly to him for the first time. "When you have sex with your wife tonight, try not to think about me."

"Excuse me?" Dean said, shaking his head, not sure he heard her right.

"You heard me," Edna said a bit more firmly, her warm smile transitioning to a small smirk, her tone odd as she spoke to the young husband, just the two of them. "I can't tell you how many times I've come across young husbands like you who get married to a pretty wife and have a nice house and have a great job, but it's just not enough for them. They start thinking about all the things they don't have. All the things all the other guys are getting. All the things they secretly want... all the things they secretly crave. Specifically, pornographic sex with hot older women. Women like me..." she paused for effect, letting her explanation soak in for a moment. Dean was baffled. What in the hell was happening? In the moment, all he could think about was how strange it was to hear her kind, regal voice say such naughty things. "I've seen so many other men fall into that trap. So many husbands who, as soon as we met, start thinking about me and my hot body when they sleep with their wives. And I just wanted to warn you against it, cause once you start, it's too blazing hot to stop. You'll keep doing it, and you won't be able to stop yourself from taking it further..." she told him, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow at him.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, floored.

"It's simple, dear," Edna said, stepping towards him, her tone huskier. "When you're screwing your wife tonight, try not to imagine my hot naked body in her place. Cause if you do, you'll blow your top too soon, and your long night of lovemaking will end very quickly. Haha! Just some friendly advice, hon," she said, her tone chirpy and friendly again, smiling at the confused young man, acting as if she had given him normal everyday wisdom. With that, she turned and walked away, shaking her ass as she walked. He couldn't help but stare, watching her round, shapely, mature butt bouncing side to side, clad only in her slim jeans. And he couldn't help but notice the hem of her shirt rising, revealing a tiny, black lace thong, pulled up severely, forming a blatant whale-tail over the hem of her pants.

Dean was frozen in place, stunned. What the hell just happened? What was she talking about? Was this woman crazy? And the audacity to assume a young guy like him would naturally fantasize about an old lady like her. The bold, naked confidence she had to make such a claim... it was madness. Why would any young guy replace his pretty young wife in his mind with an old lady like her? Does she actually think she's that hot? Does she actually think that just the idea that sex with her was really that exciting? It was pure insanity, and it was clear that this old lady was crazy. Right? She hid it behind a cool old lady veneer, but she was, like, a crazy person.

But he couldn't deny the fact that this bold claim had made him rock hard.

He couldn't explain it. He tried to write it off as his previous lust and need for his wife carrying over. But that level of sexual confidence Edna just displayed was deeply exciting for him in a way he couldn't explain. He had always enjoyed those girls, the ones that knew what they were doing. The ones who you could just tell would tear you apart in bed in the best way possible. And despite his confusion, Edna, this silver-haired old lady, this neighborhood mom, exuded that level of sexual confidence. After this mere two-minute chat with her, he realized it was dripping from her pores. And in his current state, and with his history, he couldn't stop himself from getting almost painfully erect.

He realized he was just standing at the door. Edna was long gone, and he had been lost in thought ever since. Finally closing the door and moving into the house before Pam could ask any questions, he couldn't help but let his interaction with Edna run through his mind over and over again.

Did Edna actually think she had a chance with him? Did she think he would be thinking about her in bed? Had he done or said anything to give her that impression? No, of course not! He was barely paying attention, to be honest. She was an old lady! He was a good looking younger guy who had always had good luck with very attractive women. Women his own age. Why would she think he'd get hot for her? Why would she assume that he was, like, leering at her? Had this actually happened before with other people? Was she just bullshitting him on that? Had other guys actually done it before him? No, it was impossible! It was just part of some twisted game of hers. No guys really went after older women like her. It was a myth.