Today I turned 50. I am officially half a century old, I've been a widow for nearly twenty years widow, owner of the largest product custom making corporation in the United States as a high ranking competitor in the world, a father of twin boys, grandfather to a set of triplets and another set of twins. Me being a widow is the only downer I suppose.
Sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Duke Crain. Again, I am 50 years old, with the body of a 30 year old athletic fighter. I am 6'3", weighing at 225 pounds, big hands and feet, big lips, packing width more than length in my pants, which mirrors my way of business. My sons are throwing me this birthday party because they said I'm 50.
So inside this hotel banquet hall I'm sitting and being congratulated by people I don't know, people I never met, some family members whom I haven't talked to in years, and business associates. I told my sons not to do this. That I wanted to spend the day with them playing dominoes, shooting the breeze, visit their mother's grave, and to have a few words from each other said for her. But no, they want to be good sons and throw a party. I feel stressed out here.
"Dad, come and mingle. It's your party after all." One of my sons nags.
"I'm coming Count." So you can imagine what my other son is called.
"I see you got him out of his chair." My other son jokes.
"Funny Don." It was my late wife's idea to name them this way. Duke and Duchess with their sons Count and Don. I'm proud of my boys because they carved out their lives the way they should. Hard-work and brains is the motto of our family.
"Dad, I'd like you to meet Ms. Romble. She is a writer and journalist." Count introduces
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Romble." He shakes her hand. Strong grip she has. "Been enjoying the party my sons are throwing?" I ask.
"Pleased to meet you too Mr. Cain. And yes, I am enjoying the party." Ms. Romble answers.
Duke takes in Ms. Romble's figure. She comes up to just above his abs, her body is defining with curves. He calculates that her weight has to be within the 200 range. It's been a while since he has laid eyes upon such heavily beauty.
"What is your current project?" I ask with lustful intrigue.
"As of now I've been trying my hand at autobiographies." She answers.
"Dip into everything eh?"
"Something like that." She gives a small giggle and I make a note of the dimple in her cheek and the cute double chin. Her deep, ebony skin is exquisite.
Duke and Ms. Romble continue their conversation until Count has to interrupt and have his father meet and greet the other guests. The ceremony goes on and mostly Duke spends his time with his boys and grandchildren while taking peeks and glances at Ms. Romble. For a man at age 50 his penis is nowhere near flaccid for a man at his milestone. Already he has several scenarios involving the young, pretty, and hefty writer. She has to be at most half his age, but he believes more along the lines of 30 to 33.
Yes, Duke is ready to make his presence well known into Ms. Romble. The party didn't wind down until about three hours in. There was dancing, and of course he couldn't turn down his granddaughters' invitations to dance. Family comes first to Duke and his late wife did much to instill that into him. That, and her unbelievable sexcapades.
Duke and Duchess first met around the tender age of 10. Duke was always a boy more bigly than the average, but he kept to himself. Duchess was and remained the chubby girl everyone saw as nice and easy to use. Duke met Duchess in a park where she was being bullied. He ran over to help and had to fight off two older boys. He lost, but he did the right thing and walked her home. Duchess kissed him on the lips without reserve, his first. Since then he was hooked. They never officially dated until high-school. Before that, Duchess would use him to experiment things she heard from the other girls. Duke just agreed, but at the same time a different Duke was awakening.
Duke realized just how much he enjoyed the carnality of attraction and attaining. When he entered junior high he dedicated himself to shaping his body. He didn't care so much for strength rather than functionality, flexibility, and fitness. He played sports only to help with keeping his focus on working out. Duchess still had her practice dummy, so to speak, but she knew Duke would be hers regardless how many girls he went out with.
Duke and Duchess became an item freshman year and were practically inseparable from then on. Same for college and everything in-between. Their parents tried to break them up and Duke and Duchess did so to appease them, still, no matter who they tried giving a chance Duchess ended up in Duke's bed, sometimes with his penis in her mouth, or vice verse.
When Duchess died, due to cancer, Duke spent his days with his boys more rather than at his company. Many a times the board wanted to fire him due to neglecting of duties; but their threats, whether real or not, didn't faze him. Duke is still human and a man nonetheless. Every once in a while he had to get rid of the built up tension because the thoughts of his late wife were not dissipating. He doesn't pay for sex because he works his body and mind, and for far too long and too much for that.
Chasing women has never been his thing either, but he puts himself on display in order for the female to come to him. Yes, he whores himself out, but in a classy way. Through the years he had maybe three serious relationships, one leading to him becoming engaged. That didn't end well because the woman didn't want to sign a pre-nup.
"Mr. Cain, how would you describe yourself?" Ms. Romble asks breaking into his thoughts.
"A man with needs and wants." I answer.
"Isn't that everyone?" Ms. Romble rebuts.
