Recycling Day

Author's note

This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance between characters and any real person living or dead is purely coincidental.

I am deeply indebted to Juicy Starchild for her critique, editing and generally making my story a better read

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It was 7.45am on a Friday and I could hear people outside, putting out their bins ready for the rubbish collection. I sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed and was about to get up when I felt her hand on my arm.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To put the bins out, it's recycling day."

"The bin men come more often than I do around here. Come back to bed."

Something was definitely wrong. Jane and I had been married for nearly fifty years and in all that time I had never heard her use the word

come

in that context. Orgasm, yes, but

come,

never. I lay down beside her. If I wasn't mistaken she had more or less told me that she wanted sex. Another first for the day. She propped herself up on one elbow then brought her head down and kissed me. Tenderly at first, then again more passionately. I hadn't had a kiss like that in a long time. Many's the day that I had longed for such a kiss and now as our tongues danced a sensuous rhumba I was being treated to more passion than I had received in many years. She moved easily, kissing her way down my chest. Each kiss carried a small amount of magic and I found myself getting hard. These days I couldn't normally get hard without the help of the little blue pills. Use it or lose it, the doctor had said. Short of rape I got precious little opportunity to use it, so lose it I did. Now and again I might wake with the old six o'clock erection, but most times nothing.

I had loved Jane since the day I first met her. Yeah, there have been some tough times. We had three boys who are now big, strapping lads. It was after they were born, and we decided not to have any more, that the sex gradually dried up. I'd tried looking for other women, even found one or two, but I just couldn't do it. I tried, I really did. It takes a certain type of man to fuck a woman for the sake of it, to ignore the feelings of the woman he loves merely to satisfy the cravings of his cock. I'm not that type of man, no matter how much I want to be. One gave me a decent blowjob but, when it came to putting my dick in her pussy, my cock just wilted and I couldn't do it. Some of the women had urged me to leave her and once I even found myself a bedsit to live in. When it came down to it I couldn't do that either. I guess I really loved her.

Running my hands over her shoulders and hips excited me. Placing my hand on the stomach, that had three times been swollen with my sons, aroused me. Running my hands over her hips and arse had me hard as a rock, and squeezing her breasts and fondling her nipples would have me leaking pre-cum. She was always the only woman who could do this, right up to the time when my dick would no longer perform unaided.

Over the years more of my pleasures were denied to me. She didn't like having her breasts fondled. Stimulating her pussy was out unless she was "very relaxed". Morning sex was out because she didn't like it, then as years went by it was her arthritis that prevented it. Sex at night inevitably prevented her from sleeping and she would be unbearable for days.

She cried the day I returned from the doctor and told her they could find nothing wrong and that my inability to get a decent erection was down to lack of use. She knew how much it means to be able to perform the basic function of a man.

"So it's all my fault, then."

I couldn't say, "No, it isn't," though god knows I wanted to. However, none of this made any difference. The sex didn't get any more plentiful, and many of my little blue pills were wasted. Yet now here she was, taking control and making me think that I had gone back forty years.

Jane's head was now on my stomach while her left hand stroked my dick and massaged my balls. To my surprise my cock was rock hard and jerking as she stroked it. Her head moved down a little further and she started to gently kiss the tip of my cock, sucking up the fluid oozing from it. She took my dick firmly in her right hand. She pushed the foreskin down and took the head of my cock into her mouth. Now I was totally confused, this had never happened to me before. I had always wanted it, but the couple of times I'd tried she made it clear she thought it was dirty. Now it was as if she had been doing it all our married life.

She looked up at my face. "I want you to make love to me now, John."

She knelt beside me and swung one leg over. There were no groans of pain from the arthritis, or even any slowness. She reached down and fed my cock into her hot, wet pussy and started to move up and down. I pushed her nightie up so I could put my hands on her naked hips. She reached down and took hold of the bottom of her nightie, with her arms crossed the way women do. She lifted her arms and removed the nightie. She sat astride me, completely naked for the first time in many years. I looked at her body. Her tits swung as she rocked back and forth on me. Yes, they were saggy tits, but they were

her

saggy tits and that made them beautiful. I raised my hands to fondle their softness, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs as I did so. Her nipples hardened and her downward movements became more forceful.

The telephone started to ring and I thought it would call an immediate halt to the proceedings. I must have looked anxious. She looked down at me, then leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

"If it's important they'll call back," she said as her pussy started to grip my cock.

I tried to think back to the last time I had felt this good. I couldn't think of one. Here I was, being given the best sex of my life, by a woman of nearly seventy. Oh, she didn't look it. She thought she did, but in my eyes she could have been in her mid fifties. One of my hands dropped down to her stomach and I stroked it the way I had when it had been swollen with our children.

"I love you, John. I always have and always will. No matter what happens, always know that I love you."

I couldn't believe how hard I still was as she rocked back and forth with me inside her. I reached between her legs, found her clitoris and gently made circles around it with my finger. She reached back, put her hands on her ankles and threw her head back.

"Oh yes, John! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I felt her pussy starting to milk my dick for everything it could give. My buttocks clenched and my heels dug into the bed and the whole of my back tensed. My arse was now completely off the bed as I tried to push my whole body into her. She screamed out something and I felt the mouth of her cervix sucking every bit of juice from my swollen cock.

She sat on my hips for a while then climbed off, allowing my semi-erect cock to plop out of her. She looked down at me. "Pretty good for a pair of oldies, wasn't it?" She lay down beside me and I turned and wrapped my arm around her waist.

It was 8.45am when she woke. I watched from the corner of the room as she looked at the clock then started to shake the shoulder of the man who was sleeping with his arm around her waist.

"Wake up, John. It's recycling day and you haven't put the bins out."

The man on the bed never moved. She shook him again.

"Stop messing about. You'll be sorry if you have to take everything to the tip later."

She lifted the arm from her waist and tried to sit up. She reached for her glasses, put them on and looked at the man once more. The man's body was quite still, not even the rise and fall of breathing.

"John, this isn't funny. Come on, it's time to get up."

She knelt beside him and tried to roll him over onto his back.

"If you pull me down on top of you again, I'm going to be so angry with you."

As she turned him over her expression changed. The man had a serenely happy look on his face, but showed no sign of breathing. She put her ear to his chest. The stern expression left her face, to be replaced by one of alarm.

"No! You can't do this to me! You can't leave me, John! I'm the older one--I should go first!"

Tears ran from her eyes as she got off the bed, went to the telephone and dialled 999 for the ambulance. She went back to the bed and felt the body.

"You're not getting away from me that easy. You're not cold yet, so there's still hope."

She started mouth to mouth and CPR. She gasped in a lungful of air and blew it into his mouth, then did it again. She spoke as she rhythmically pressed on his chest. "Come -- back -- to -- me -- John -- I -- can't -- live -- without -- you." She filled his lungs again and continued the compressions, "I -- love -- you -- and -- need -- you.-- Don't -- leave -- me -- John.-- Please -- come -- back -- to -- me."

From my position in the corner I watched as she made every effort to resuscitate the body that I realised was mine. The room was getting darker as the paramedics came in with a defibrillator. I felt a twinge each time they shocked the body. The room was completely dark by the time they gave up. I could see nothing, but could still hear one of the paramedics talking.

"When I've got to go, I wanna go like him. Did you see the look on his face, and the semen on his leg and the bed? I reckon, in his head, someone fucked him to death."

Then there was nothing, just my thoughts.

"God, if you exist, can I ask a favour? If you pair me up with another irresistible woman, please make me irresistible to her."