Not much happening around the homestead, except for just trying to stay alive. But The wife and I headed off for one of our week long trips to Reno. We try to go twice a year, and it had been well over a year since we could.
This isn't actually a story, or even erotic really, it is more of a collection of events and how our week down there went. Both of us were in the mood to have some silly fun, it had been quite awhile. Now when I write, I write about everything and yes, lots of you complain that I ramble.
So, skip ahead a few paragraphs if you want to just know what happened.
Well. At my age, I can ramble if I want to, way it is. My mind has a half dozen things going on at the same time, I suppose I am lucky to still be able to find my food dish. The REAL luck?
Everything still works! Some of you more mature readers will understand exactly what I mean. Now when I was in my 40's, I was a 4 times a week guy, now? Once is closer to the truth, twice if the wife does something to set me off. Which she does quite a bit.
This trip was like that, Debs was in one of her moods.
So if you are looking to read something about anything that means anything, this isn't it.
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The wife and I had some upsets with each other the last year and a half and things got out of control. But we talked it all out, man did we. That is a good thing, I think, because we came to terms with each other and the way we are.
She is a Doctor, I am retired. We both are quite mature, and many times people that do not know us think she is my daughter. You would need to see us to understand, she is lucky in that she looks nowhere near her age, I suspect I do appear to be an old coot.
Debra you see, has exhibitionistic tendencies, and she also is a bit of a voyeur. Add in that she is very highly sexual, in fact, a few times I have wondered if she doesn't have a bit of nympho in her. This to me is an odd combination in a female physician.
Most days at work she has men's privates in her hands, that of course is just part of her job. But, as she has admitted openly to me, she likes that part. She does deny ever doing anything over the top like deliberately creating an orgasm in a client and I believe her.
She does normally have one nurse on staff that assists with intimate things like collecting a sperm sample. That is also rare but does happen. Since her clinic specializes in geriatrics, there are quite a few men, and women also, with sexual problems. Usually she sends the males to the little room to do their thing, but every once in a long while they get a client that just cannot, then enter the nurse into the mix.
I know that for a fact, way back it was my turn. That nurse was Jennifer, a matronly middle 40's lady. No nonsense at all, she knew exactly what she was doing and was done in maybe 60 seconds and gone.
Which left me sitting there with my mouth hanging open, like most of you, I would have sworn this just could never happen in any medical situation. Then when that cute little black nurse named Rwanda took care of any issues that might crop up during a lower colonoscopy I had done up in Portland a couple of years back, by then I knew for a fact that things like that do happen, and are just not talked about.
Debra's standard line is, "sex is just a part of life!" which I have heard dozens of times from her. So yes, she enjoys working with men clients, trying to help them perform, trying to keep them healthy. Which involves checking them out, no surprise there except many would be surprised at her enjoying that part. Bedside manner and all of that, there is no way to tell.
Every once in awhile one goes off by surprise, which she then will excitedly tell me all about the instant she gets home. Yes, I know. Ethics, doctor-client relationship, she tells me anyway so I know a lot of stuff about a lot of people around our area of the world.
But I also know from talking to her, and seeing some of the things she does and says, that she would like to. But of course she can't, not as a Doctor in any doctor-patient relationship.
But her work sure does offer a lot of opportunities to look and touch. Me, on the other hand, I would have said I have none of that in me just a decade ago. Which means I spent the first 50 odd years of my life not being honest with myself. Debra caused me to come to terms with myself, I realized that I also have some of those same tendencies.
Getting an illicit peek? Lord, that is hot. A look up some woman's skirt? Wow. Even better, if they are doing it deliberately? That sets me off, even when it is my own wife doing it. I have given up trying to figure out why, now I just go with whatever situation that crops up, and Debra is great at creating situations.
Does this make us a bit nuts? Yes, probably, according to society anyway. What does a man do with a wife that delights in letting some strange man see her nipples? Or, let them find out that she has no pubic hair, by "accident" of course.
The truth is, I suspect everyone does naughty things in some form or another. Most of us just lie to ourselves about it, after all, society just does not accept what to me is now perfectly normal. Why did I have to be at this stage of my life to finally come to the realization of the desires I have deep inside?
I simply do not know.
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Typically we both get naughty massages from a couple we know down in Reno, gamble and waste money like idiots, eat the best food available at prices that will make one blink. Debs runs around in outfits that really should suit a much younger woman, yet somehow she gets away with it. She usually never packs any underwear, except for a few sets of panties that are just wisps of cloth.
We also both get massages back at home all of the time although it has been a few months since at the moment no one we know is available. At least not the type we prefer, anyway. Now some might look down on the things we let happen but we don't care. At our ages, it is just sexy fun and no harm done, and happy endings are fun, when it's just hands and touch neither one of us has any jealousy or concerns at all.
Some are way better than others, too, so when we find a good one that is willing, we often have the person over a couple of times each month.
The best one of all was July, but now she runs the clinic up North of here. She was putting herself through school using clients like us which I did not know at the time. The worst one was Stefanie, who was cute and maybe 19 or 20 at best. She lacked experience, of course, and I think she thought male genitals had teeth or something because she kept letting go both times she worked on me. It was clear she was not really into it, so that is how we ended up currently with no one to call at all.
So, vacation time!
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This recent trip was kind of.. more eventful than normal. For some reason, being out of town where almost no one knows us changes things. Debra really can get away with running around dressed looking nasty, which she does when we are out of town, even at her age which I think is great! Now me? I am the one that is turning into an old coot, Debs still has a few years left before we both hit the rocking chairs.
This trip to Reno we took our new Dodge Ram, my old truck was getting long in the tooth so since my wife Debra is now a full fledged Doctor and runs the local medical clinic, money was not a problem. Her income increased by four times, the difference from what she earned as a Registered Nurse and what they pay her for that Doctor's license and running the medical facilities.
The clinic hums along, waiting room full most of the time, and she has added one new registered nurse which makes five of them now. The new one is named Marilyn, as yet I have not met her, Debra told me she is rapidly becoming part of the team.
The big Dodge Ram did cost quite a bit more than my first house, kind of a shock since it has been ages since I had a new vehicle. Over 50 grand by the time they piled on every toy and whistle they had, even after they gave me what I thought was a couple of grand more for my trade in than I thought it was worth. Debs just wrote them a check which sure got smiles from all of the sales crew.
I do miss the complete and total mayhem that my old truck had if I stepped on the throttle, but I didn't miss the 10-11 MPG one bit.
It has that Eco-diesel little V-6 engine so almost 30 MPG at 65 MPH is not hard to take. The trip was good, the rig is big, lots of room instead of being cramped in the Camaro hot rod she usually drives. It has the long box so that song about 40 acres to turn the thing around applies, other than that, it drives like a car.
I had a feeling it was going to be a fun trip when Debs got dressed, she tugged a one piece dress over her head, not a single stitch underneath. One would think that at her age she could not get away with things like that but she can. She is what most men would call stacked, and we both work at it 2-3 nights each week at the local gym. She uses some kind of lotion she gets somewhere on her face, so she has almost no lines at all. Most people guess her to be middle 40's when she actually 20 years older than that. She wears a 36C bra, (when she wears one which is rare) I do know that much, and to be honest, she looks about the same wearing one as not.
So here I am, supposed to be a doddering old man with white hair, but at 6' and 180 pounds, no one believes I am 73 and Debs is only a decade behind me. Inside? Yes, time is beginning to tell on me, aches and pains are showing up, but I am still putting one foot in front of the other. Plus Debs and I get it on at least once a week, often more, which is damn good exercise. A decade ago it was normally twice, but time never stops, way it is.
Then that hair color for men stuff helps a bit with the age look.
Now just a year earlier the Docs cut me open, moved stuff around, installed some culverts and sewed me back up and damned if that didn't work! I swear, I feel like I did back in my 40's.
Well, sort of.
So, there we were, buzzing down that 70 MPH stretch of highway across California, of course I had the cruise control set on 80, of course I did. The afternoon Sun was shining in the window, not a cloud in sight. I glanced over at Debs, she had her seat tripped back halfway and had dropped the top of her dress letting her jugs get some Sun. This year we haven't had much in the way of Sun back in Oregon, it has been more rain than I ever remember.
I managed to keep my eyes mostly on the road, we did get a couple of honks from truckers as we went pouring past them. Debra doesn't mind, she likes being looked at. We also passed one cop, he was in the left lane at 70 so I just moved over and went by on the right, but he never paid any attention to us.
Just a nice day, and a nice trip, with my wife already beginning to tease me like she always does. We had some iced down water in a cooler, some Bananas and Oranges, and a pack of those red Licorice whips I like. In the not very secret floorboards compartment in the back was about $15,000 in cash to play the machines with, we were hoping to come home even or better but if we didn't, we really didn't care.
All of the rain, the dreary one day after another back home for months on end had been piling up so both of us were ready to party, flying down the freeway with the wife already acting frisky had this old man feeling pretty frisky also.
