"So, what do you want for Valentine's Day? Anything special?" Dave asked without taking his eyes off the rerun he was currently not watching. After nearly forty years of marriage, communication took on a rather monotonous form.
Susan looked over. Not a glare, but had her eyes had lasers, Dave probably would have had a couple holes drilled through him. A short pause, and she answered. "Oh, you hopeless romantic. Sweet of you to remember. We could do dinner. You could shave, even. And the day after discounted chocolates are a must. And a card. And while going out for dinner might be nice, Valentines' Day is SO crowded, rushed and expensive. Let's stay in." She went back to the puzzle she was working on. A thousand pieces were good, a challenge, but not too much.
Dave scoffed. "You laugh, but it is the same chocolate, only twenty four hours older and half the cost. At our age, what's the difference in a day? And if I shave, I better get something out of it. I think you know what I mean!" The chuckle was as dirty as it sounded.
Susan sat up and moved away from the table. "I know what you mean, and I think it is about time we talked about it properly. No innuendo, let's get it out." She crossed over to the television and turned it off. "Let's talk, Dave. I know what you were meaning, you want that damn blow job you always asked for. You know I just can't do that. Not sure why, but it just makes me all queasy. And you know what I'd like? I'd like a good hard cock. Been quite a while since that happened. So there it is. That's what we'd both like for Valentines' Day and I doubt that either of us will ever get it." She slumped into her chair. No tears, just a sigh of despair.
After a long silence, Dave spoke first. "You're right. But you know I do still love you. Just the equipment doesn't quite work like it used to. I mean, the idea is there..." His voice trailed off."
"I know." Susan replied. Then she chuckled a little. "Aren't we a pair? Spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. I could at least give you a bit of a tug... How would a hand job be?"
"Aw, that's the best offer I've had lately. Maybe later. Then what am I going to do for you? How about a good old fashioned cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms? We can lie to each other and say we did it tomorrow." Dave moved over to Susan and wrapped his arms around her. A light peck on the top of her head and they held that pose for a while.
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"You were quite sweet last night. I hope I didn't overstep. It had just been bothering me. We used to be so active and spontaneous. It just built up." Susan poured more coffee for each of them for breakfast.
"No, you were right. It has been a long dry spell. But you know, I have an idea if you'd be interested. It's like nothing we've ever done before. And no, it doesn't require you to suck anything and no dildoes or animals will be involved! But are you game to listen to my idea?"
Susan smacked his arm. "Dildoes and animals! You sick, dirty old man! But with those off the table, tell me more." Even though it was only the two of them the idea was discussed with low voices, mouth to ear. After a few back and forth comments and negotiations a deal was struck. This would be a Valentines' to remember!
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The day arrived and by the afternoon, Dave was humming in the bathroom while shaving. "Susan -- you still good for tonight? We can still adjust things if you'd like. Just saying..."
The voice from the bedroom was chipper and light "Hardly. I've been looking forward to this for the last couple of weeks and no you've got me excited. And it must be doing the same for you since I haven't seen you shave with a razor in a while." Susan returned to getting dressed. New underwear, a cute new dress. This was like an actual date. She hoped she could remember just what to do.
"Well, I wasn't the only one. I saw you shaving your legs and trimming a little higher. Not a bad sight at all. Glad you are as interested in this as I am." If Dave didn't know any better, he might have a bit of a hard on starting to form. At least a little stirring. "Okay, take your time. I'll meet you out in the living room." He wiped off the last of the shaving cream and buttoned his shirt and headed out to the other room.
Once they were both in their living room, they sat down to watch television. "I figured like with any good meal, we should have an 'appetizer'. So here is a little something to get us in the mood." Dave pressed play and the large screen typically reserved for reruns, Wheel of Fortune and the Weather Channel came alive with some full-fledged, graphic porn.
"Oh, my. Th-that is explicit! I mean, I knew it was, but really... I mean, seeing him do that to her... Is that what I can expect?" Susan was a little shocked, but found herself not being able to look away. She also began feeling more than a little warm. "He certainly has a big one... I'll give you that!"
"Well, just remember these are professionals. I rather doubt we're in for anything close to this, but we can hope!" Dave watched Susan as much as he watched the action on the screen. He had, of course, screened films before selecting this one. Screened quite a few, in fact. "Oh, here comes the good part. At least the part I found the best."
The actors on the screen had built up to a climax (pun intended) and as the male buried his cock deep inside his partners wet slit, it began to pulse. As the camera zoomed in close, hot white liquid began to seep and then pour out of the swollen lips of the woman's pussy. "I believe they call that the 'money shot', honey. A real cream pie. And if you want, I am sure that is what you can expect." Dave smiled and noticed that Susan was still enjoying the show.