I've never been a macho type. The only thing even resembling macho about me was the fact that my research sometimes involved WIMPs and MACHOs. (For the people who aren't professional physicists, those would be Weakly Interacting Massive Particles and MAssive Compact Halo Objects.)
It should come as no surprise, then, that what I sought out in a woman was not a brainless piece of eye candy, but someone who could match my mind. When I was 26, a 38-year-old female scientist joined the campus I was working at from across the country. I was assigned as her assistant.
It didn't start out as anything but a working relationship. We got along well, enjoyed having intelligent conversations, would chat casually at lunch and during down time (like when an experiment was running and we needed to wait for it to finish before we could move on), and over several years, we grew close on a personal level.
We had to go to the department head, explain what was happening, and sign various agreements before we were allowed to actually start dating. But it's not like there was no precedent. Marie Curie and her husband had worked together from the time they married until the time he died. Marie-Anne and Antoine Lavoisier, Gertrude and Carl Cori (discoverers of the Cori Cycle and winners of the Nobel Prize in medicine), and the Karles (Jerome and Isabella) were other examples we cited.
We got married when I was 33 and Selene was 45.
"I never thought I'd find love," Selene told me. "But I'm glad I have you, Joe."
"I'm glad I have you, Selene."
It didn't hurt our research - if anything, it helped it. Now we could bounce ideas off each other for 16 hours a day instead of 8. Some of the best ones, in fact, came during horizontal conversations.
After she went through menopause, Selene's sex drive suddenly spiked. Every woman is different: some women lose their sex drive then, others have it shoot up. When the latter happens, it's known informally as PMZ - post menopausal zest. At 55, she had a major case of PMZ.
She wanted to try a few new things. It was Friday evening and we'd set up an experiment that wouldn't be done until Monday morning, so we wouldn't have to come into the lab this weekend at all.
Selene pulled me into an after-dinner hug. "Thanks for being willing to try this with me."
"I love you, sweetie. Just remember it's new for me, too, so be gentle and take it slow."
"Of course, love." Selene kissed me, and I wondered for the ten-thousandth time how a nobody like me had gotten so lucky as to have such a wonderful wife.
We made pit stops, then headed for the bedroom and stripped. Selene and I had a lifestyle that wasn't particularly conducive to staying slim. I'd packed on about 20 pounds over the years and had a slight paunch. All of her weight gain was in her butt and hips. Or so it seemed, anyway. Her breasts may have gone up one cup size, but she now had a normal frame except for her massive ass.
I certainly didn't mind. In fact, I rather liked her big butt, and she knew it. I ran my eyes over her, tracing from her now-gray hair, to her smiling face, to her nice chest (slightly sagging, but only teenagers have perfectly firm chests without implants), and down to her waist. She knew what I wanted and turned around, jiggling her fleshy rump. When she rotated back around, my cock was hard. It wasn't huge, about 6 inches, but it was enough to satisfy Selene.
"Ready, Joe?"
"I'm ready, sweetie."
We climbed onto the bed. Selene used silken scarves to bind my hands to the posts at the head of it, then did the same for my ankles. That left me spread-eagle.
"Comfy, sweetie? Not too tight?"
"Perfect, dearest."
She gave me a loving kiss. We twined tongues.
"Let's warm each other up."
She pressed her breasts against my face. I kissed through her cleavage and she let out pleasurable sounds. I then took a nipple into my mouth.
"Mmmmm. Go ahead, love."
I suckled gently. She wrapped her hand around my cock and began slowly stroking.
"Your hand feels nice."
"I know."
She moved it up and down, not in a rush, just fast enough for me to enjoy the sensations. I switched my mouth to her other breast and suckled that nipple. She shivered slightly.
Selene moved her free hand to my balls and very softly rubbed them. She was clearly not trying to get me to climax, just keeping me stimulated. I suckled slightly harder on her nipple and flickered my tongue over it.
"Ooooh."
Hearing her moan encouraged me. I kept suckling and switched breasts again. She continued to very gently stimulate me with her hands.
"Thanks again, love."
"Anything for you, dearest."
She produced a small vibrating buttplug and some lube. After lubing my back channel, she carefully worked the plug into me, secured it, and started the vibrations at the lowest setting. It felt surprisingly nice.
"The male G-spot is inside your ass, you know."
"I didn't know. I learned something new today."
"Since you won't be able to speak for part two, the signal for stop will be if you wiggle your hips sideways three times. Let's make sure you can do that."
