The sun in the deep south can be brutal, much more intense than folk from the north were used to, even if by North you mean West Virginia. Dennis broke out the Coppertone, Linda May always bought that brand because of the “Sassy little dog” on their advertisements and began to spread the cool soothing lotion on his wife. “What are you doing Dennis?” she sounded a bit grouchy that she was being disturbed but she didn’t push him away, which she’s been doing lately. Fifty years old and still fit, Dennis loved this woman with all his heart, but she’s been growing cold over the years, and since moving south she’s just gotten worse.
Time and disappointment play cruel jokes on a woman’s libido, and every time Linda May miscarried, it was another blow to her womanhood. All she wanted to do was raise a child with Dennis and in the end the best she could do was to teach other people’s children at the local school. How can a woman enjoy sex when the ultimate result is failure and sorrow? She should be surrounded by a herd of grandchildren teaching them what her grandmother taught her, but instead they’re alone with a pair of dogs. She’s down here, a thousand miles away from family wondering why her sisters were so blessed with their children and she was so… baren. The word baren would bring bitter tears to her eyes and echo coldly in her heart whenever she was asked how many children she’s had.
Dennis continued to rub lotion on her milk white skin, enjoying the feel of her body under his hand. He can’t remember if the last time he saw her naked outside was in daylight, but it was worth the wait. “Mmm, what are you doing Dennis?” She sounded more agreeable.
“I’m carin’ for my little girl,” he said as he began to rub some lotion on her feet, so small but still as darling as they were years ago when they went wading in Stoker’s Creek looking for craw-dads.
Long suppressed sensations sizzled through her body just from having her feet rubbed and she gasped and cried, “Oh God! What are you doing to me?” Then as he worked his way up her legs and rubbed the lotion on the inside of her thighs, erotic lightning shot through her. His hands have never felt like this before, what was going on? And why was she naked? She rolled over on her back, her large breasts exposed to the sun for the first time in decades, she opened her eyes and saw that look on his face and smiled. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me…” she purred. She hasn’t felt like this in years. It was like her body was telling her to forget the past and enjoy the right now.
Dennis knew exactly what he was doing to her, he knew how sensitive to gentle touch the skin gets once the modified toxin of the Hentai Sago sets in, and his slippery hands sliding gently up and down her body were inflaming nerve endings that she had long forgotten about. Her large breasts rolled around on her chest as he rubbed the lotion into her sensitive skin, and she sighed “Ohhh Denny!”
Dennis hasn’t heard her call him Denny in years. With a grin he moved between her legs and bent over her breasts. He wrapped his hands around one large breast and suckled her nipple, the smell of the suntan lotion filling his nostrils. He had almost forgotten the joy of arousing this woman, feeling her writhe beneath him, feeling her nipple harden on his tongue.
Linda May rolled her head side to side groaning in delight, her nipples were so sensitive! They’ve never been like this before, and her clit was tingling madly. There’s no way she’ll get any sleep tonight if this keeps up. Her Denny was playing her body like a fine instrument, and she was loving every touch, every lick, every kiss. She ran her hands over his back, his super sensitive skin was igniting passions he hadn’t felt since they were teenagers tussling around in the back seat of his dad’s Chevy. Not being able to take it anymore she reached for his cock and found it hard and throbbing. Linda May almost cried because she needed Dennis so badly. She tugged his cock and guided him to her. “Denny, please!” she gasped, “I need you in me… I need you in my… pussy!”
She whispered the word pussy very quietly, testing her ability to say it, but Dennis heard her loud and clear and let her guide him into her pussy like she used to do years ago when she welcomed her man home from war. Soon her buttery soft walls closed around him, and they began to move together like they did when they were young, before the long work hours and sorrowful disappointments began to take their toll and cause aches that set up house permanently in their souls. He pushed his cock into her over and over, fucking like they did in the old days, first with gentle affection, then with total abandon. He looked in her eyes and saw a fire in them that he hadn’t seen in decades. She brought her knees up, opening herself to him completely, allowing him to plunge even deeper. She grasped his head, her eyes literally spinning with desire, and she softly whispered, “Fuck me Dennis Delaney, fuck me hard!”
Dennis was truly shocked; he had never heard Linda May speak anything that could be considered off color, she never swore, and she just begged him to fuck her? He was never one to deny her anything and he began fucking his darling wife as hard as he could. She responded with a gasp and a bear hug, her legs wrapped around his hips, her ankles locked together, and she held on for dear life as her husband of over 30 years fucked her like he did as a young sergeant just home from WWII. He came with a roar, filling her with his seed, spurting into her over and over and she quickly followed with the happiest orgasm of her fifty years.