Dear Diary,
After our children left for China, Doug and I had to move back into our big vacant marina condo. I convinced Doug, right after Louise sold her Quebec house, to let the poor lost soul move in with us as a border who could help with expenses. She is as vibrant as ever but my husband has become someone I'm not sure I know any more.
His recovery from that heart bypass operation last year was swift, to the point of being almost immediate. The day after, his pulse was strong and his eyes had mystically turned dark blue. Something about Lipids, I was told later.
For several months he seemed troubled and listless, contemplating God knows what, exercising constantly and nosing about. At Louise's Inn he'd been primarily a voyeur. But now that he's back home Doug's become an insatiable dirty old man! He tries so hard to prove that he's fit, strong and virile, but I just can't forgive him for his indifference in the past.
I know now that he feared for his life each time we had sexual intercourse before his heart attack, but during that period I found someone considerably more skillful at satisfying my cravings. So here I am now, still loving and lusting for my sweet Louise while my husband of 26 years drives us both nuts, attempting to regain his mojo!
Dear Dirty Diary,
Last week I was rummaging through my son's old toy chest. I found a box of GI Joe action figures and a carton of Hot Wheels miniature cars. I washed all the dust and grime from them all in the dishwasher then began to pack them all back into new plastic storage containers.
My husband Doug came along, picked up a bright orange Dodge Charger with a Confederate flag on the roof. He began to zoom it around through the folds in our bedspread. His road race moved closer and closer to me as I sat on the bed polishing my twenty-five year old son's old toys. Mike's been teaching in Taiwan for some time now and I miss him dearly, but I do relish our empty-nester lifestyle these days.
On one careen across the bedspread Doug muttered, "Yee Haw!" as he jumped "General Lee" over and landed it down my left ankle. He swirled the little car up my shin, veered down the outside of my calf to my foot, then crossed over and zipped back up the inside of my calf. The second the tiny wheels tickled across the inside of my knee and up under my skirt I clamped my legs together tightly on his wandering hand! It was too late, however. A shiver ran across my thighs, then around and up my back up to the nape of my neck. It traveled back down over my shoulder blades, traced back down and froze my nipples ice hard!
The old bugger grabbed up a dark blue Mustang GT and with his other hand spun it up and around my swollen right nipple. I gasped as he bumped the Shelby over and back across my chest! Unperturbed by my squeals, Dirty Doug then drove a circular pattern up my left wrist and wheeled lightly up the inside of my forearm then circled that ultra sensitive little area opposite my elbow, sending another shrieking shiver through me!
Curious to see how far his little game would spread, I pulled off my dress and then rolled over onto my belly on our bed. With all that expanse of bare skin to torture, he scooted the tiny Mustang down my right leg then across the sole of my foot for another squeal from me. He tickled back the inside of my thigh but in spite of the protection of my panties, I moaned in delight as he goosed my bum! He roared up and down, around and back across my most ticklish zones, growling little boy car engine noises.
As he drove down the back of my left thigh, I heard a creak at our bathroom door and my girlfriend Louise called out, "What in hell is he torturing you with this time, Laura?" as she walked into our bedroom wearing her short little terry bath robe.
Doug just grinned like the bad little boy he is and continued on as if she wasn't there at all. Louise sat down on the other side of our big king size bed saying, "That looks like fun, so let's make it rally race."
Louise picked up a black Interpol Citroen SM from Michael's toy box and I felt her gently skim it up across my shoulder blade, up the side of my neck, across the back of my neck then back down the other side. Anxious for the impending onslaught, I called out, "Let the challenge begin!" Another "Yee Haw!" came from my husband, who grabbed back the orange Charger, while my lithe bisexual lover mimicked the subtle Maseratti engine growl and the practice lap was on!
General Lee roared as it zipped up the back of my leg then wailed as he jumped over my buttocks in true "Dukes of Hazzard" tradition, while Louise's European police car clung across the contours of my ass. They flew up my back and crossed over my shoulders then sped flat out down my back. Again the big Dodge hit my nicely rounded ass and went airborne but the Citroen took the path of least resistance and I flinched as it hunkered down through the crack of my ass!
Swiftly overtaking my husband, Louise's driving allowed the superior handling Citroen to tickle down the inside of thigh then effortlessly negotiate the hairpin turn just past my heel. She accelerated aggressively up the inside of my leg then braked suddenly near the top of my inner thigh. Louise's wheels crawled across my genitalia but no tickles were to be felt! The double crotch of my panties had insulated my tender bits from the tickles I was looking so forward to.
"Whoa, whoa!" I grumbled, pushing my panties down my thighs. I grabbed the big pillow that I keep between my legs when I'm sleeping, placed it lengthwise in the center of the bed and crawled on top of it so it supported my torso, without squashing my boobs. I bent my head over the end of it to make sure I could breath comfortably. I pulled up my right leg to expose my tickle-craving pussy and everything was perfect except that the end of the pillow smelled like pussy. I guess I shouldn't squeeze it so tight against me at night.
"Now, it is time for the rally race to begin, so return to the starting line you two," I commanded.
Once more the two racers lined up at the starting line. I didn't have a flag to wave so I just said, "Ready, set, go!" and off they went with their little Hotwheels cars.
Again Doug sped his Dodge up the back of my leg, General Lee clipped Clitoris Clump, veered through Vaginal Valley then bumped between the Buttock Buttes.
Louise accelerated up the back of my leg then braked hard just before she reached the Tender Bits Chicane. I felt the Citroen's wheels bump over Venus Mound, clobber Clitoris Clump, vanquish Vaginal Valley, tingle through Tickly Tween, idle along Anal Alley then blast between Beautiful Buttock Buttes!
By the time the Louise's Maseratti Citroen toured up the smooth straightaway of my back, Doug's Dodge Charger had screamed up across my shoulders, crossed over my back, bounded over my butt and screamed down the back of my other leg for the first lap lead. She just took her time, shivered over my shoulder blades and stood up all the hairs on the nape of my neck before heading back down across my back and back through the Tender Bits chicane.
By the time Louise ambled around the hairpin turn over my foot, Doug was crashing along up through the racecourse well into his second lap. Doug continued his aggressive racing while Louise continued her sensuously shivery driving technique.
As Doug's Charger slid down to my foot for the second time, Louise undid my bra, tugged off my panties, patted my bare ass and said, "Flip over, we need a more challenging rally course." As my pair of lovers surveyed the different but familiar terrain, Doug suggested we should have at least three laps this time, while Louise pointed out that a car rally is more about doing all the checkpoints than just racing around!
