Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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As usual, my wife had made us a delicious meal and I had cleaned up the dishes. It had been our pattern since the kids had all left. She cooked, I cleaned up. We managed to have some fun with it, and every now and then I would move everything into the kitchen and while she settled into her chair to read her after-dinner book, I would drop all my clothes on the floor. I always enjoy washing dishes naked. It's kind of a forbidden thing, since I don't close the blinds, and the occasional splash of sudsy water is a reminder of my lack of clothing.
The last of the kids graduated from college two years ago and decided she was done living with her parents. The relationship with each of the kids was good, and had actually gotten better as they learned about adult life and responsibility. The oldest, now 26, was married and expecting her first baby. They were the only ones with a house, but since our middle child, a boy, had moved in with his girlfriend, they were also talking marriage and house.
Anyway, today I decided to leave my boxers on while I did the dishes. It was a warm evening, still in the upper 70s, and I felt a little horny. I'd been investigating a new angle in my porn "research" and was having trouble getting it out of my head. I was hoping my wife would notice the slight tent and have mercy, or pity, on me.
Women don't understand the porn thing, and I think a lot of guys don't understand the potential. Elaine and I had been married for 30 years now and to say that making sex new, fresh, and exciting was a challenge would be understating it. I had decided, when we returned home after moving Robin into her apartment 100 miles away, that I was going to shake things up a bit. I didn't tell my wife, I just started trying things.
Some things were successful, such as the time I gave her a blindfold, then slipped a ball gag into her mouth. She fussed a lot at first, but when she realized I was licking her, unable to get my tongue into her mouth, she began to settle down. And let me say, after years of watching lesbian porn, I think I have a pretty good idea of what women like in when it comes to getting licked. That day, I worked my way down and licked her to an orgasm, entered her with my cock and worked up for several minutes, then pulled out and held her wrists while I rubbed my hard cock on the spit coating her lower lip. Oh, she really freaked out about that, but I had no intention of covering her face.
I turned her around and grabbed her from behind in a standing spoon. I'm not a big man down below, but I'm long enough to reach and by holding her tight and teasing her clit with my fingers we ended up very nearly cumming together. I knew I was shallow and a big mess was on it's way, so I carefully moved her to the tiled kitchen floor, trying to keep my shrinking cock inside so it wiggled a bit. Then I leaned her against the counter and kissed and licked around the ball in her mouth while pressing against her belly. Of course, some cum dribbled out of my cock, but a little mess is good for you, I think.
When we finally stood up, she just stayed where she was. I was surprised she didn't use her free hands to immediately pull things off, but she seemed to enjoy the helplessness of being blinded and gagged. I moved back, lovingly removed her blindfold first, revealing her deep blue eyes full of lust, then the gag. To my surprise, she whispered, "I like that gag thing. I think I'll gag myself now." Dropping to her knees, she did gag herself. On me. I was hard again, then a afew minutes later getting soft as she got a towel to spit onto.
To be honest, her taking me in her mouth for anything more than 30 seconds of getting me hard was rare, but when it happened, ohhh, what it did to my head. That was probably where things went wrong. I'd been doing more "research" and had it in my head that I wanted to try it out. I just needed the right time. No props for this, just opportunity. They say timing is everything, and mine was way off, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
I guess I should tell a little more about us first. By this time I was 55 and she was 53. We had met at a holiday mixer at work and hit it off. Well, we were both a little drunk and I think I was touching her a lot, but she touched me back and somehow we woke up in my bed the next morning. "What am I doing here," isn't the best opening line, but she laughed and pointed out it wasn't HER bed, so I probably belonged there.
We were never loose about our sexuality, but we did get adventerous now and then. We started playing with ropes early, but by the time the oldest was 5 and would enter our room without knocking if we forgot to lock the door (thank goodness for piled up blankets and darkness), we realized some of the things that required props would need to be put on hold. The exception came in her late 40s when she began tightening up through menopause. Her doctor suggested a dildo to work on the stretch and we had a little fun with "stretch therapy", as we called it.
I try to get to the gym fairly often, and even run a few times a week if the weather is good. I'd say that, at just over 6 feet tall, I'm probably 15 pounds over where I'd like to be. My hair is beginning to gray, but I keep it to the shorter side of medium length so it seems to look ok. Small beards have come and gone, but during warmer weather they at gone. The rest of me is natural, not too hairy, and, as I mentioned, not too large. I commented on that once, and Elaine told me that must be a guy thing, but I was just the right size for her. We had discussed sex long ago and I knew I was only her third partner. I hoped she never decided to find out what she was missing.
Ah, yes, she, she wasn't missing anything as far as I was concerned. After 3 children her hips were a bit wide, but she didn't look large. Her chest was always on the small side, and she had wondered, when we were first married, if they were good enough for me. I told her anything that didn't fit into my mouth was extra and proceeded to suck one of her breasts into my mouth. With her at 5 feet and 4 inches, I was a fair amount larger than her and most of her soft orb fit inside my mouth where I could bathe it with my tongue. I guess I sucked too hard because she told me it hurt. I filed that as a lesson to remember. She looked really good in snug, pastel colored tops, but it was slacks or a medium length skirt that looked best on the bottom. She had a piercing in each ear and that was it. Her light brunette hair showed no gray yet, without any help, and was still parted in the middle, just like when we were first married.
That fateful day when I nearly destroyed my marriage, it was Saturday and I'd been doing some yard work. I had a couple of beers after my shower, a beer while grilling dinner, had a beer with dinner, and another after dinner. I wasn't drunk, but I felt good and loose. We'd been flirting during dinner and dessert (the things she did to the fruit in the pie with her tongue, wow) and now it just seemed a shame to go to our book and computer. We glanced at each other as if it were choreographed, then we were heading down the hall to our bedroom, leaving clothes as we went.
By this time we had a sort of flow to our sex time. I tried changing it now and then for variety, but tonight she decided to change it. We kissed for a little while, my hands squeezing her meaty ass cheeks and holding her against my hardening cock. Oh, how I love the feel of those ass cheeks. She accepted the kiss for a while, our tongues dueling back and forth between mouths before she induced me to follow her and she closed her lips, sucking on my tongue. No more hardening at that point, she had me rock solid and I adjusted so as not to dig into her belly. She sucked for a while, teasing my tongue with hers, then broke the kiss and dropped to her knees.
She got me into her mouth while I was standing there and began using her mouth in a way I didn't know existed. The good food, the beer, and the joy of getting sucked like this was all getting to me. I waited until she had me edging, then tried to pull away. To my surprise, she dug her nails into my ass and giggled. I realized she wanted to finish me like that and I stopped struggling. Soon I was pumping my cream into her mouth and I felt something different, but my head was in an ero-zone and it didn't register yet.
She stood up and smiled at me with her wonderful red lips, then through the sexual fog that still swirled in my head, she pulled herself close and kissed me. Before I thought, I responded and took her tongue into my mouth. That was when it hit me. Her mouth, though tasting of my cum, was empty. She had swallowed it.
At this point some guys are probably squirming or going "ewwww" or whatever. I've never had a problem with tasting my own stuff. If I came and my girl hadn't gotten to a climax, I wasn't going to let some goo that came from me keep her from having that wonderful feeling. I'd dive right down and lick her over the top. Elaine wasn't concerned about kissing me. She was excited about swallowing and how I would react. Well, that's when I started to ruin it. My mind went racing and I started to do before I thought.
The first thing was getting her into position. I just moved forward, pushing her until she pretty much tripped over the bed backwards. Then it was my turn between legs and I made the most of it. My hands caressed and squeezed her breasts, her hands moving over mine, and my mouth was looking for all the right places. She came once and I moved up to kiss her. A minute later my finger was in her and I was laying her down again. I felt her tongue licking her juices from my face and decided it was time to reload.
My fingers and thumb now teased her more and a minute later as she was gasping and moaning I slid off the bed and was back between her legs. By now I could feel myself getting hard again. At 55 and never porn star material, I couldn't go back to back. The sexual energy and our continuous touching and rubbing was creating a magic. I was about as aroused as I had ever been and she was just finishing her second orgasm when I moved up and slid my cock into her. A look of ecstatic surprise met my gaze when I looked into her eyes.
My hips were moving and our lips were meeting and I was thinking about my most recent research when I decided since she had done a couple of firsts already, this would be a good time to add one of mine. I should have saved it for another time and spread the wealth, I should have discussed it, but by now I was headed toward another orgasm, my hands and mind were full of my beautiful wife and I wasn't thinking any more.
I grabbed her left arm and pulled her up, giving a slight push, and then holding her down again. But now she was face down. She probably thought I was going to try getting under her, because I felt her legs spread out, but I had been researching anal sex and my cock was hard and very wet right now. I knew where I was expected to be and intentionally went a little high, using a finger to feel for the new target.
"Phil, what are you doing down there?" she asked as I felt what I sought. "No, stop it, I don't want it there. NO! Get away from my aAAHHHSS!" My hands were on the bed next to her, blocking her arms from reaching behind her. I had found my target and pushed, not hard, but steadily, and she was beginning to open up. But she wasn't happy.
"Get the, fuck, get off me. AANngnn, stop that. Get off me and aANNGGnn."
