Five am comes way too damn early. I pushed myself from bed, put on my slippers and headed to the kitchen. My wife had to leave for work way earlier than I did, so I got the task of packing our lunches and making breakfast while she showered and dressed. This Monday was no different than any other, even though Christmas was drawing closer. Work was still work. I was busy making sandwiches when I felt a pair of hands slip around my waist. Her hands slid down and grasped my flaccid cock through my pajama shorts that I routinely wore. She only played with it for a few moments before she pushed my shorts down, letting them slide all the way to my ankles, leaving me essentially naked. I felt her lean against me, her bare tits pressing into my bare back and her lips kissing the back of my neck as her hands grabbed my now exposed cock and started to play with it, quickly coaxing it to harden.
“What do you think it’d take to make this really hard?” she asked in a whisper.
“I dunno,” I answered, playing along with her surprise playfulness. “What are you offering?”
“Hmmmm. Don’t have much time, not if I’m going to get screwed. How about a quick suck?”
I chuckled, not stopping my work on the sandwiches. “No fair teasing,” I said, knowing that she hadn’t sucked my dick since our honeymoon when I accidently came in her mouth.
“Who says I’m teasing?”
I set the knife I was using down on the cutting board and turned in her arms. I was actually surprised to see her completely naked. She sunk to her knees while she looked up at me. She leaned her face towards me and closed her lips around my half hard dick. She moved her face towards and away from me, sliding her lips on my quickly hardening shaft. Her hand was soon following her lips, sliding along my long hard shaft teasingly.
“Well, that did the job,” she said as she pulled her lips from my dick. She looked up at me with a grin and used her hand to rub my head around her hard nipples, spreading my precum and her saliva on each hard protrusion. She let go and stood up, reaching for my hands. She stepped backward, pulling me to shuffle along with her, my shorts still around my ankles. She reached the table and settled her butt on the edge. Without letting go of my hands she leaned back, pulling me between her legs until my rock hard dick was laying on her curl covered mound. “Okay lover. We only have a few minutes.”
“Sure,” I answered, never stupid enough to turn down a request for sex. I pulled my hands from hers and used one to aim my head at her pussy. I was surprised how wet she was, and not with shower water. I rubbed my head up and down her slit, spreading her slick juices on my head and then settled it into the entrance to her vagina.
“Ohhhhh God yes,” she moaned softly as I pressed myself into her. “Ohhhhh you feel so damn big.”
“What do you expect, after playing with me like that,” I said as I started to slide my cock in and out of her, slowly working myself deeper as her pussy lubricated my shaft. In and out I slid, drawing moans and gasps from her as I plunged into her, occasionally driving hard enough to bang my head against her cervix and slap my thighs to her bare ass.
“Harder!” she practically begged as I thrust into her over and over, her fingers tried to stroke my stomach, my hands holding her hips so I didn’t slide her across the table. It had been a long time since she’d wanted it hard, let along asked me for it. I jammed myself into her harder and faster as my need grew more insistent and her moans grew louder. I didn’t have to worry about going too fast and finishing before her, already feeling the first tremblings deep inside her, long before I was at the point of no return. Forty years of sex with her had me attuned to the slightest indications of her climax. It built within her quickly, her pussy moving from little quivers to full squeezing and spasming around my plunging cock as I drove into her, her tits rolling wildly on her chest as we pounded together.
“OH Lover!” she gasped loudly as she started to climax even harder, her pussy now squeezing surprisingly tightly around me, attesting to how hard her orgasm was. I continued to thrust into her, drawing little grunts and gasps from her as my head smashed into her depths, her heels digging into my bare ass to try and pull me in deeper. She arched her back and pushed her pussy towards me, driving me ever so slightly deeper so my cock head pounded into the end of her vagina and her cervix with each plunging stroke.
“Uhhhhh! Damn!” I grunted as I thrust one final time into her with my body helping with a huge spasm. I felt my cum push hard into her, my cock jerking and pumping half a dozen more shots into her as I stood between her legs, panting and jerking uncontrollably.
“Ohhhh perfect lover. Just exactly what I needed,” she whispered as her climax slowly faded, making no move to make me pull my shrinking cock from her. “I can’t remember the last time I woke up so horny, and it just got worse in the shower. I might be late for work, but it was soooooo worth it. You were so big and hard!”
“Well, I guess you had a lot to do with that. I can’t remember the last time you did that,” I answered.
“Oh what a liar. You do too. It was the third day of our honeymoon, and I was sucking you off in that little palm grove just off the beach.”
“Yeah, I suppose maybe.”
“I’m sure you remember. As well as why it was I never did it again.”
“Yeah. I remember,” I said with a shrug. “No amount of apologizing seemed to help.”
“It didn’t. But I forgive you.”
“Oh. That’s nice. After forty years?”
“Well, sometimes it takes a while,” she said innocently.
“Well. Thank you,” I said. “Now you better get your ass dressed or you really will be late for work, and I don’t want to have to wait another forty years for you to forgive me.”
She pushed me away and sat upright, slipping off the table in front of me. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to,” she said with a grin, reaching down and giving my slick dick a squeeze before heading to the bedroom to dress.
My wife was home long before I was. It was just how our schedules worked. She started work at least an hour before me and got off a good hour before I did. Not that I minded. I made breakfast and lunches and she had dinner cooking by the time I got home. Usually by the time I got home she was changed into something more comfortable than the dresses or slacks she wore to work. Today when I walked in from the garage, she was still dressed in the same little blue dress she had on when she left this morning. She had a huge closet full of dresses, slacks, blouses and pants suits, many of which she hadn’t worn in years. Not that they didn’t fit. In fact, she was proud of the fact that she could still fit onto clothes that she bought ten or more years ago. Part of that was due to the efforts of our neighbor Diane.
Diane moved in next door about four years ago and works at one of the fitness centers as a private trainer. It wasn’t but a few weeks after she moved in that she found out my wife and I didn’t work out and took it upon herself to solve that. To that end, we converted one of the bedrooms into a workout room and three times a week she comes over to play slave driver. Okay, that’s not exactly fair. But sometimes it feels like that. My wife took to the workout sessions much quicker than I did. For me, exercise is a twenty minutes and done thing. Diane makes my wife work for considerably longer.
Anyway, blue dress. It was a dress I hadn’t seen her wear in a long time. Probably because the hem was considerably shorter than she usually wore these days. With age, her hemline has dropped from mid-thigh to barely above her knee. This one was definitely mid-thigh, if not even a little higher. She was standing at the counter chopping vegetables that looked to go in a salad when I walked up behind her. I slipped my arms around her waist and leaned down and kissed her neck. “Did I tell you how good you looked this morning?”
“You did, but you can tell me again,” she said with a little giggle.
“You look incredible. So beautiful and so sexy.”
“Liar. We both know I’m an old woman with an old woman body. But if you want to tell me you like it… well, who am I to argue?”
“Well, just so there’s no question, I think you’re incredibly sexy,” I whispered, pressing my cheek against hers and slipping my hands around her and up to her breasts. I cupped each one and gently squeezed them, letting my thumbs stroke across her dress covered nipples.
“Mmmmmmm. I like that. My nipples have been begging for more attention since this morning,” she whispered.
“Oh? Did my dick tickle their fancy?” I whispered, still teasing her nipples, which surprisingly, I could feel getting harder through the material of her dress and bra.
“You could say that,” she said, still trying to cut the peppers she had on the cutting board in front of her. “But if you’re going to do anything about it, you might not want to waste time. Diane’s coming over after dinner for our workout.”
I slipped my hands from around her and reached them to her back as I straighten up. “Then why wait?” I asked, pulling the zipper down her back. I unzipped her dress all the way down to the top of her butt, as far as the zipper would go. I unclasped her bra in the gap of the dress and then slipped my hands up her bare back inside the dress, pushing the shoulders of the dress and the straps of her bra off her shoulders. She set the knife down and lowered her arms, letting me push the dress and bra down her arms, leaving her naked from the waist up. I leaned back against her, wrapping my arms around her and crossing them so that I was cupping each breast and pulling her back against me as well. I stroked her now bare nipples with my thumbs, teasing the hard nubs and drawing a soft groan from her. “You like that?”
“I think we both do,” she whispered, pressing her ass against my quickly hardening cock. She moved her hands from the counter edge and pushed the dress lower, working it down between us until it slid down around her ankles. Then her hand wormed between us and found the zipper of my slacks. She worked the zipper down and slipped her hand in, teasing my brief covered dick with her fingers. “Someone’s getting pretty turned on. Either that or you’re carrying a cucumber in your pocket.”