After a lifetime of love, laughs, and memories of good times mixed with bad times, a man with dementia forgets his wife, his children, and his grandchildren.
This is a true story about my grandparents. Spread out over five decades and three generations, this story is about their lives together. This story about love, sex, commitment, drinking, extramarital affairs, incestuous sex, mistakes, forgiveness, and romance. Against all odds, they remained together until death do they part.
Written from what was recorded in my grandmother's journal, from their love letters, from their photos, and from all that she honestly and affectionately told me about my grandfather, I didn't really know them until I read all that she wrote. I really didn't know them until I started writing this story. I lovingly devote this story to my granddad, Papa George, and my grandmother, Grandma Mary. May you both rest in peace.
Difficult to sum up a lifelong love affair in one story, it took time to develop the characters and to show their undying love for one another. A story about love, romance, and sex, this is a story about the frailties of human nature, the sexual temptations, and drinking to an excess. This story is more about the lives of my grandfather and grandmother than about me. I'm just a storyteller, the narrator, and the dirty, story whisperer.
Instead of only focusing on one specific element in the story, I wanted to focus on a lifelong commitment of love and loyalty, despite my grandfather's sexual affairs with my grandmother's older sister and her mother. Without love, honor, loyalty, fidelity, and respect, there would be no romance. I wanted to show the trials, temptations, and tribulations of human nature when remaining married for so long. Surprisingly, even my grandfather and grandmother had sexual lives before I was born.
All part of their love story, in the beginning, Mary having babies, maintaining a house, and raising five children, took all the time she had. George's drinking and extramarital, sexual affairs with her sister, her mother, her best friend, her co-worker, and their next-door neighbor commanded the center stage of their rocky relationship that soured when they started having children. Yet, no matter what he did, forever and always there for him, my grandmother still loved my grandfather.
Mary understood him, forgave him, and forgave her sister and her mother when he sexually cheated on her with them. Of all women to have extramarital sex with, her sister, his sexy sister-in-law, and her mother, his MILF of a mother-in-law, their forbidden, naked bodies should have been off-limits. Finally seeing them for who they were, she no longer had anything to do with her childhood, best friend, her co-worker, and her next-door neighbor when George confessed that he cheated on her with them too.
Yet, instead of divorcing him, she forgave him. Instead of divorcing him, she gave him what he needed. She gave him what he wanted. She gave him what every married man needs and wants. A simple solution, she gave him more sex. Decades later, with all of his extramarital affairs in their past, instead of putting him in a nursing home when he developed Alzheimer's disease, she lovingly took care of him.
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Basically, a good man, a kind man, loving, caring, and sensitive man, yet, seemingly always horny, George was a man of addictions and sexual fetishes. Addicted to his wife, Mary, Saint Mary, as we all affectionately called her when not calling her Queen Mary, having known her all of his life as next-door neighbors and childhood friends, he loved her deeply and passionately. Later in life, something in his genes, with his father addicted to alcohol, unable to stop drinking, drinking more instead of less, he became addicted to alcohol too.
Since he was a boy reading his father's Penthouse and Playboy magazines, he had a sexual fetish for breasts, especially, big, shapely tits with hard, erect nipples. Big tits were what turned him on whenever he was horny. Big, tits, at least a C cup but preferably a D cup or a double D cup is what got his sexual motor running. In the way that big breasts controlled his horny imagination, he was a sucker for big tits.
In the way their big breasts filled out their tight tops, something about the way that big, breasted women with shapely bodies looked, moved, and carried themselves, he loved big, breasted women. He loved seeing big, meaty breasts overflowing tight, low-cut blouses and jiggling inside of sexy bras wired and uplifted for support. He loved seeing down-blouse views of long, sexy lines of cleavage. He loved seeing the erect impressions of women's nipples through their clothes.
If he had a sexual fetish for anything, he had an erotic fascination for big boobs, the bigger the better. Seeing them, touching them, feeling them, fondling them, groping them, sucking them, dreaming about them, and masturbating over them, George couldn't get enough of big tits. Unless the woman was butt ugly, a woman with big breasts always commanded his sexual attention. If he was an artist painting a woman, in the way that many famous Renaissance artists, such as Flemish artist, Sir Peter Paul Rubens had done, with bare breasted women a favorite subject to paint, he'd paint topless women with big breasts.
Even though they were much younger than he was, his dream women were Kim Kardashian from reality TV fame, Sofia Vergara from Modern Family, and Christina Hendricks from Mad Men. They had big tits, really big tits. Yet, when Mary stopped giving him sex when she was pregnant and George started having extramarital, sexual affairs with big, breasted women, especially when drinking. His addiction for alcohol and his sexual fetish for big tits almost cost him his marriage and Mary, the love of his life. Now, with all of that behind him, all of that bad, sexual trauma and drunken behavior was in his past.
Now, an older couple, blessed with good health and an active sexlife, George and Mary went to bed early. With the kids all grown, leaving the nest, and married with children themselves, it was their night for love, romance, and sex. Without missing a week, and after renewing their vows years ago, a pledge she made for him to stop drinking and cheating on her with other women, they had sex every week, sometimes twice a week. Never have they been happier, more connected, more sexually satisfied, and more in love.
