Silver Pt 05

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*** If you are under the age of 18 or are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, please exit this story immediately ***

This story is for adults only and contains content that is sexual in nature.

This is part 05 in the "Silver" series. I urge you to please peruse the pages of, "Silver Pt. 04." This story is fiction, but, it does contain versions of sexual experiences that I have shared with lovers throughout my life.

I welcome all of you to vote, comment, and leave suggestions with your thoughts on this story! Thanks to all of you for your votes, kind words, and yes, criticisms on the four previous parts!

*** A very special thank you must go out to "WickedInside" for her editing skills and suggestions that made this story so much better! ***

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"So, Michael, is this going to be a fancy wedding?" Marlene asked after showing her enthusiasm about buying a new dress, shoes, etc.

"I don't know, where is the reception being held?"

"Hold on a second... It says here that the reception is being held at the Ben Franklin, in Philadelphia. Nevermind, this just answered my question," Marlene laughed. "Why in Philly?"

"I believe that Becky is from the suburbs of Philadelphia," I answered. "That is a beautiful building; I worked directly across the street from it when I was employed at the hospital."

"Michael, how about if we rent a room at one of the hotels on Market Street?" she asked in a very excited voice. Placing her hand on mine, she continued, "It would be so much fun, so romantic, and we wouldn't have to worry about driving home after the reception."

"Easy there Beautiful; let's just reply for two people right now and maybe we can make reservations at one of the hotels later," I laughed.

Marlene's excitement was so enjoyable to listen to. She sounded like a little kid stepping onto the grounds of a town carnival. I knew that we would be staying at a hotel in the city; why wouldn't we? The city is so romantic at night; the sights, sounds, and smells saturate your senses. As you walk through the historical city, you think back to the founding of our country. I pictured us walking around Independence Mall, eating lunch at the Reading Terminal Market, and possibly taking a walk down to Penns Landing and relaxing along the river front.

"What do you want me to put down for your food selection?" she asked, bringing me out of my dreamy state.

"Huh?" I replied.

"What were you thinking about, Handsome? You were thinking about staying in the city weren't you?" she seductively purred as she ran her hand up my thigh.

"Yeah, actually I was. How did you know?"

"I could see the half smile on your cute little face," she giggled as she reached up and pinched my cheek.

"You're starting to scare me, Marlene," I chuckled.

"Oh, Michael, I can't wait... This is going to be so much fun," she said excitedly. "Now what do you want to select for your entree? The selections are: prime Rib, chicken Kiev, and salmon."

"Prime rib for me, Sweetheart," I responded.

"I knew that; I shouldn't even had asked you. I think that I'll have the salmon," she whispered to herself as she checked the appropriate boxes. "I'll mail this on the way home, OK?"

"Yeah, that will be great," I said, leaning against her and giving her a kiss on her neck.

"Hey you, what are you doing? I have to go soon," she moaned.

I gave her a little nibble on her neck before reaching up and taking her earlobe between my teeth. I gave it a slight tug before sucking it inbetween my lips. "Mmm, you taste good," I moaned as I released the delicate lobe and kissed behind her ear. Marlene gulped and took in a deep breath before letting out a long, sensual moan. "You're giving me goose bumps," she whispered, before releasing a longer moan as I licked the inside of her ear. "Michael, You have to stop; I have to get going."

"Do I have to? Do you really want me to?" I asked while lifting her hair and taking the back of her neck into my mouth. As I sucked on the baby soft skin, I could feel the chills race through her body.

"Yes, no, yes, don't stop," she moaned with a shiver.

"Is that a yes, stop, or a no, don't stop?" I teased, reaching her breast with my hand and squeezing the erect nipple that I knew would be waiting for me.

"Oh god, yess...yes...no...don't stop," she stammered.

"Marlene, it sounds like you are having a little problem making up your mind."

I took her other nipple between my fingers and lightly gave it a squeeze and tug. I reached my other hand up the oversized shirt and raked my fingers down her back. My hand stopped at the waist of her shorts, and I slid a couple of fingers down the little gap at the small of her back. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, so warm. I loved touching her, and feeling the sensual curves of her body. "You started something this morning before I was cock blocked by Misty," I whispered in her ear.

"Mmm, I couldn't do that while she was staring at us," she moaned as I sucked on the back of her neck.

I released Marlene's nipple from my fingers and brought her hand to the hard on that strained in my shorts. She began to stroke it's length through my pants. "Mmm, i want this in my mouth," she moaned as she continued to massage my cock. She reached under the waistband of my shorts and moaned, "You are so hard... It's so warm in my hand, Michael."

Marlene moved from the sofa and knelt before me. She began to remove my shorts as she tugged at the waistband. I lifted my ass and she slid them down my legs until they rested at my feet. "Do you want to go back to the bedroom?" I asked.

"No, to use the words of someone that I know; you won't be lasting that long," she seductively moaned as she began to slide my cock around her face before taking the head into her hot mouth.

"Marlene," I gasped. "that feels so good, Sweetheart... Oh yes..."

Marlene dipped her mouth down quickly on my shaft before withdrawing it and rubbing the head along her pouty lips. The sensation of her soft lips sliding against my sensitive skin had my pre-cum draining onto her. She slid her tongueout and licked the underside of my shaft, lapping up the salty fluid. "Mmm, Michael, you taste so good," she moaned, before taking me into her mouth again. My cock disappeared as her hand twisted and jerked from the base. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft before releasing it again, licking and swirling her tongue around my head as her hand continued to slowly stroke the remainder of my cock.

"Marlene, that feels so good, yes...yes...so...good," I moaned. "Sweetheart, I'm going to come..."

Marlene released her hand and took the length of my shaft into her mouth. She held it inside as I felt her nose press into my pelvis. My cock began twitching as I felt my orgasm building. she withdrew my shaft to the head, grabbed the base in her fist again, and began to stroke my length as her mouth enveloped my head. She rapidly sucked it with her lips as her hand grasped me more firmly and jerked me hard. I warned her of my oncoming orgasm as I threw my head back against the sofa, raised my ass, and tensed. Marlene kept me between her lips as spurts of cum began to fill her mouth. I grasped her hair as cum continued to race from my cock. She moaned loudly, swallowing every last drop that I could produce. She continued sucking on my shaft as her muffled moans grew louder, climaxing with my cock buried in her mouth. Her lips tightened around my shaft as she reached the peak of her orgasm. "Mmm, mmm, mmm... That was so, so amazing, Michael," she said in heavy breaths as she released my cock. "I came while sucking you, Michael; I can't believe that I came while I was doing that. That never, ever happened to me before. The things that you do to me," she whispered, before cleaning me with one last suck.

"The things that I do to you? How about the things that you do to me?" I gasped as her mouth slid up my cock and released me. "Marlene, that was so very sexy," I said as I cupped her face with my hands. "You, my love, are so unbelieveably beautiful, sexy, sensual, loving, caring, and thoughtful."

I leaned forward, took her hands into mine, and brought them to the back of my neck, kissing her softly as she folded her arms snugly around my neck. My hands ran through the back of her head as the silky soft hair slipped through my fingers. We held our lips together, tenderly sliding and sucking them into each other's mouths before finally seperating with a moist pop.

"I love you, Marlene."

"I love you too, Michael."

A half hour later, Marlene was collecting her clothes from the previous night's dancing, and placing them into her car. "You don''t mind if I wear your clothes home, do you, Handsome?"

"No, of coarse not; you look so sexy," I said as I gave her a hug and kiss goodbye.

"I'll be wearing your shirt and thinking of you while I'm lying alone in bed tonight," she cooed. "I'll call you later, OK?"

"OK, Sweetheart; I'll talk to you later..."

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We talked on the phone from home, Marlene's office at work, and during our occasional nightly walks through the neighborhood. The minute that we heard each other's voice or felt each other's touch, any tension that we were holding, instantly released from our bodies. The summer was passing us by and the daylight was lessening. One night after dinner, I sat at the piano and began to play. I warmed up for awhile, playing bits and pieces of various songs that I had learned and managed to remember.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" the voice said to Marlene as she sat in her SUV, parked outside of my house. Marlene jumped in surprise as she hadn't heard the elderly man approach. "Oh, I'm sorry young lady; I didn't mean to startle you," the man said. "I'm Richard, Michael's next door neighbor."

"Hi Richard, I'm Marlene."

"I've seen you and Michael together lately, and it looks like the two of you are quite the special ones," Richard whispered as the sound of the piano drifted through the open windows, and out into the summer air.

"Richard, people keep saying that, you being the third one," Marlene said in a questionable, but surprised tone. "Why do you say that?"

"I guess it's from the years of marriage and experience," he explained. "You know, my wife and I would sit out on the stoop and listen to him play at night. I don't know how he does some of the things that he does."

"Is your wife in the house?" Marlene asked.

"No, my Suzie passed last March," Richard answered in a shaky voice.

"Oh, I am so sorry," Marlene said as she took the elderly man's hand into hers.

"My Suzy would sit by the window saying her rosary while Michael climbed up onto the roof and decorated the house for Christmas. She wouldn't stop until he returned to the ground, put the ladder away, and cleaned up after running the lights around the house and plugging them in for a test."

"He really did that? He wasn't kidding when he told me?" Marlene asked.

"No Marlene, he wasn't kidding. It was almost like clockwork; after he finished, our phone would ring, Sue would pick up, and Michael would ask her if she could come out to see if all of the lights were working. We would walk out together and let him know if things were alright. It was simply amazing; everything was just perfect," he said.

Not realizing that I had an audience, I began to play the Billy Joel song, "And So It Goes" and the piano came alive. "Oh my God, this is such a beautiful song," Marlene whispered.

"I'm not familiar with this tune," Richard admitted.

Marlene told Richard the name of the tune as they listened together. I continued playing the beautiful, but sad love song as I hummed the words to myself. Marlene rubbed Richard's hand with her soft touch as the music filtered out through the screens of the spare bedroom. I ended the song and sat for a second, thinking of what to play next. I made my decision as my left hand hit a "C" octave in the base and my right played the third inversion of a "C" chord. My left hand played an "E" octave next as my right remained on the same "C" chord. I continued playing the piano solo to "Layla" by "Derek and the Dominos". The piano thundered beneath my hands as I played the legendary piano piece.

"Holy crap..." Marlene exclaimed. " Oh, I'm sorry Richard," Marlene said, apoligizing for her language in front of my elderly neighbor. "Listen to that; It sounds like it is coming from the stereo."

"I told you, he is amazing, and I don't know how he manages to do the things that he does," Richard said, as he placed his other hand over Marlene's. "Did he tell you that he used to cut his own grass?"

"Nooo, he did not..." Marlene shrieked. "How in the world did he do that?"

"He would line the lawn mower up at the edge of the sidewalk, walk straight up, then walk backwards to the sidewalk. He would move the mower over, line the wheels against the edge of the grass, and repeat the same thing. He worked his way across the lawn, bending over and checking the grass to make sure that he didn't miss anything before he continued. It was quite a process,and he did it every week. And not only that; he edged the walkway too!"

"I can't believe it," Marlene said in a shocked voice. "Is there anything that he can't do?"

"Yes Honey, he can't see," Richard said sadly.

"No, he really can't, can he?" Marlene whispered. "But, he makes me wonder sometimes."

"I have to get inside and finish cleaning the dishes," Richard said, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Marlene."

"It was very nice meeting you also, Richard. If you ever need anything, let Michael and me know, OK?"

"Thank you, Marlene, I'll be sure to let you know."

I was still fiddling with the piano when I heard a knock at the door, and then the youthful voice of Marlene shout, "Hey Liberace, can I come back?"

Misty raced from the room out to greet Marlene. "Hey there, Misty-girl; how are you?"

I heard the usual thump on the floor and as I walked out, Marlene was bending over and scratching the black Lab's belly. "Hey Beautiful, what a nice surprise!" I said with a big smile on my face.

"I was just ending my day at work and wanted to stop in and give you a kiss before I went home for the night."

"You're just getting home now?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was a long, long day and I just needed a hug and a kiss."

Marlene raised up, walked into me and gave me a huge hug. "I love you more than anything, Michael," she said as tears began to run down her face.

"Hey, hey, what are the tears for, Beautiful?" I asked as I held her tightly.

"As I pulled up to your house, I could hear the sound of your piano. I sat outside listening to you play for awhile and your neighbor, richard came up to me to say hello. He commented on how he and his wife used to sit out and listen to you play."

"Sue passed away last March," I sadly said.

"Yes, he told me. He also told me about all of the other things that you do as we listened to your beautiful piano."

"Like what?"

"Like cutting the lawn," Marlene cried into my shoulder.

"Sweetheart, why does me cutting the lawn make you cry?"

"I asked him if there was anything that you couldn't do and he said yes, you couldn't see. And that's when it hit me... You really can't see. You are so nonchalant with everything that you do. I never think about it; I don't realize that you really can't see."

"Marlene, that is a good thing. I don't want you to think of me as blind; I want you to think of me as a regular guy."

"But, you're not a regular guy, Michael; you are a very special, very talented, very kind man."

"Marlene, I don't understand... I'll walk into a wall if it will make you feel better."

"Marlene laughed a bit and said, "No silly, you don't have to walk into the wall to make me feel better. It's just when he said that, I felt so sorry for you."

"No, no, don't feel sorry for me, Beautiful... I'm lucky to be who I am, with what I have," I said in a firm voice. "If you want to feel sorry for someone, pay a visit to the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. There is a place where you can feel sorry for people. Although, they'll most likely say the same thing that I just said."

Marlene looked up at me and gave me a light kiss. "You are still amazing to me," she said with a sniffle.

"Well, I didn't say that I wasn't amazing!" I grinned.

Marlene began to laugh as she tapped me on the chest with her hand. "You always find the words to make me laugh when I'm in the middle of a good cry."

"I do my best," I said as I kissed her. "Hey, is this your work attire?"

"Yes, it's just one of my business suits that I wear every day."

"Color?" I asked.

"Gray today, but I have a bunch of other colors and styles at home."

"Very nice," I said as I reached down and took her ass into my hands. "Mmm, very nice indeed."

"Michael, stop," Marlene laughed, "You're so bad..."

She pulled me over to the sofa and we sat and talked for awhile. "Handsome, can I ask you something?"

"Ask away," I replied.

"What do you see? I mean, I know that you can't see anything, but what is it like?"

"Hmm," I thought. "It's kind of light gray, but with millions of dancing white lights that sparkle within the background."

"Lights?"

"Yeah, millions and millions of pin point lights that blink on and off as they dance before me," I tried to explain. "As far as trying to compare it to something that you might better understand... Did you ever drive into a fog bank?"

"Yes, it's white, but blank," she said.

"Exactly, it's blank, with the exception of the lights," I said as I took her hand into mine. "It's just blank, Sweetheart; that's what I see."

We continued to talk and the subject quickly changed to the upcoming wedding that we would be attending. Marlene said that it sounded like an Irish wedding by the sound of the two family names.

"What? Dalton and O'hara?" No, that's more Pollish," I joked.

"Oh Michael, it is not," Marlene giggled as she reached up and squeezed my cheek. "I was thinking of a green dress; what do you think?"

"Marlene, that is totally up to you."

"What color suit are you wearing?"

"What color suit?" I stammered. "Um, kind of a dark gray."

I only owned one suit. It was my wedding/funeral/all purpose suit. Shit, it was only fourteen years old, but it worked in a pinch. I had heard the top morning show in Philadelphia radio, teasing their producer about a department store suit that he had bought for an upcoming wedding that he was attending. The traffic girl said that every man should have a fitted suit at some point in his life. And there I sat with Marlene; the most beautiful, fashionable woman that I ever knew when I made the decision that I indeed would purchase a personally tailored suit.

"Hey, earth to Michael," Marlene laughed. "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing... Just how beautiful you are and unbelievable you'll look in your dress."

"You know, you can't use the, 'how beautiful I am' thing every time I ask what you are thinking."

"Yes, I know," I replied with a smirk, "but that's what I was thinking!"

"Uh huh, nice try, Handsome."

I laughed innocently as I crossed my heart with my finger. I had four weeks to get a new suit. I decided that I would go into the city and purchase a tailered suit and while I was there, make a surprise visit to Marlene at her law firm.

"Hey Sweetheart, would you be interested in going down to the shore to my sister and brother-in-law's house and staying over for a night or two?"

"Michael, that would be so nice... I haven't been to the shore since I was a kid," she said excitedly."

"You haven't been to the shore since you were a kid?" I asked in disbelief. "You never went with your husband?"

"No, he didn't like the beach."