Like everybody else, when Covid ended, the wife, Jan, and I, needed a holiday, so as soon as we could, we booked a villa in Spain and set off for some well-earned sunshine. However, it wasn't as easy sailing as we had expected. The airport was a nightmare. We'd arrived three hours before the flight but only just made it through security to make a dash for the plane, missing the three pints I liked to get down before flying. Then, after sitting on the plane for an hour the captain explained there was a problem with closing a door.
Three hours later, I, like the rest of the passengers was spitting fire when told we would have to wait another hour for a new crew to arrive. But they didn't arrive for another two hours. I would have happily gone home but the plane roared off and eventually we were in the clouds.
Thankfully it's a short flight but when we landed it was obvious it would take some time to get through customs. Brexit was blamed, which began an argument with two blokes who were warned to shut up by some Spanish police. When we eventually made it through our cases had been taken off the conveyor belt. We grabbed them and made a dash to our prebooked taxi.
Of course it wasn't there. Jan made some phone calls but couldn't get through so when a taxi looked available, we jumped in it. We arrived at the villa ten at night and followed the instructions to get in. Both of us were absolutely exhausted.
We thought the nightmare was over but almost as soon as we sat down the villa next door cranked the music up to eleven and began a long and loud eighteenth birthday party that seemed to have a thousand guests who all wanted to shout the loudest. I was beyond angry now and wanted to go next door and punch some fucker and tell them to tun it down.
However, there was one good thing. We had paid a premium for a week's worth of food and a fridgeful of beer and wine. It was all there as promised. Jan told me to take a shower. She'd make a sandwich; we'd eat and drink on the veranda and listen to the music, instead of moaning about the noise. I did as I was told and soon, we were sat outside. The food went down well as did two beers, but I still wasn't in the happy mood she wanted.
"Cheer up." She said kneeling in front of me. I was wearing a half-wet towel which she tugged away. She pulled off her shirt, slipped out her bra and gave me a wide grin, then put my flaccid cock in her mouth. It began to grow.
The wife and I had just turned sixty and had almost four decades of marriage behind us, yet as soon as I saw her tits my mood changed. My hand slipped down to cup her right breast, I felt the cool of her skin as my thumb rubbed over her nipple, feeling good when it sprang into life.
She began slowly, teasing, pulling down the skin, licking the head, enjoying the sensation of my cock in her mouth. After a while she began to gain speed and took me in deeper, gagging a little when my cock touched the back of her throat. She shifted position to get more comfortable and stroked my cock, smiling as she saw me writhe with pleasure. She knew I was getting close, and I was about to blow but still put her mouth to cover my cock. I watched her face as the first wave of cum exploded in her mouth. She didn't normally swallow but today she took it all. When I'd finished grunting, she opened her mouth to show it was full, then gulped it down only coughing a little.
"My treat." She said when I offered to go down on her. "We have plenty of time for me."
Then to show she was the perfect wife she fetched more beers.
From then on, though the party grew louder, we sat outside, drinking, eating snacks and laughing. We went to bed when the party suddenly ground to a halt around four in the morning.
It made me think how many wars could have been prevented if some woman had stripped and sucked the guy who wanted to fight, dry. It certainly worked for me.
I woke late in the morning to see Jan laid naked on top of the sheets. The cool from the air conditioner made her nipples hard. I couldn't help but stare at them. For her age Jan was still a beauty. She had what my generation called a layer on her, but she wasn't fat by any means. There were some stretch marks caused by the children we'd had but they gave her body character. Her belly was smooth, with a small birthmark just above the mound of her pussy which was covered in a layer of hair she kept well-trimmed.
Her tits, which had been spectacular when she was younger, were still firm with no hint of getting saggy, my hand reached to feel her breast. She grinned.
"You randy again?" She asked.
Without a word my hand slipped between her legs, stroking the silky skin as it quickly made away to her cunt, it was moist already. She'd sucked me dry the night before, now it was her turn.
The moment my tongue touched the tip of her clit she groaned; I knew from the years together that it could be over in a few seconds so pulled back. She shuddered at such a tease but lay back, relaxed, ready for pleasure. I worked my tongue around her pussy lips, flicked over her clit then dipped inside her bucking cunt, tasting her, enjoying her moan. My thumb found her way inside, rubbing gently at the entrance first before pushing inside, mimicking a cock, pushing in, pulling out, stopping when I felt her begin to orgasm. When I pulled it out, I felt her tense, her hips gyrated as her cunt sought the pleasure. I left it for a few seconds so the ripples of pleasure climbed down, but I knew she wouldn't last long now.
My thumb moved down, seeking her brown hole as my tongue dashed over her clit. The tip of my tongue made a circling movement, pressing a little harder as my thumb, using her own juices as a lube probed, pushing a little inside her ass. She pushed down so it would slip in further. In a moment my thumb was in as far as it could go. I made a circular motion, knowing it would make her writhe on the bed. It as obvious she was nearly there, about to cum, I then used my thumb as a cock, pumping in deep, pulling out then plunging back in.
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the bed sheet when her body buckled and spasmed, shuddering as each wave hit her. I lifted my head; it was dripping with the mess from her cunt. I pulled my thumb from her and took some deep breaths wiping the juices away from my nose.
"Not bad for a couple of oldies." I said with a grin.
She laughed then spread her legs wide. "Do you want to fuck it?"
It was tempting, my cock was growing and twitched at the thought. But at sixty, I found we enjoyed quality over quantity. She'd drained me the night before, I would need more time to recover.
She showered and we ate breakfast before creaming up then looking where would be best to sunbathe.
The villa we had rented was gorgeous, it was two story while our neighbours were bungalows. From our bedroom you could see there was a ten-foot fence all around giving privacy. The gardens were huge with little pathways taking you around sweet-smelling flowers with little water features in hidden corners where you could sit and enjoy the sun. The pool though was an obvious draw, its blue waters sparkled in the bright sunshine. Though there was only two of us there were twelve sunbeds dotted around.
Jan dropped her bag by one but looked a little disappointed. The sunbeds, though hidden from view seemed to be out in the open. She wouldn't feel comfortable sunbathing topless. As I had rather fancied spending a week looking her tits all day, I made it my mission to find somewhere more suitable and quicky found just the right spot.
To the left of the house, close to the fence, was a small grassy area with two sunbeds. It was an obvious suntrap and totally private. It was also much closer to the kitchen, or rather the fridge full of cold beer. We declared this as our holiday spot and settled down to enjoy the sun.
Jan slipped off her top and lowered her bikini bottoms so the sun could reach and extra few inches of her skin. It was a pleasure looking at her, though I wished now that I'd used her body earlier, I soon lay back to listen to my music.
