âSteve, are you sleeping yet? I need to talk to youâŠ.â Gingerâs voice trailed off and I knew by the tone this was something that needed to be addressed. That is one thing that you âlearnâ after thirty years of marriage, and although I was tired I rolled over and propped myself up on the pillow.
âNo Sweetheart Iâm not.â I felt her move closer to me. âWhatâs up?â I could feel her nakedness next to me and after all these years still reveled in how her softness excited me. I reached beside the bed and turned on the soft night lamp. It cast a soft glow throughout the room. Ginger wadded up her pillow and propped herself up on her elbow.
âDo you remember years ago after we had been married a few years, and we decided to act on some of our fantasies? â Her hand rested on my chest and gently played with the hairs.
I smiled and felt my cock jerk at the thought. âOh yes, I think of those times quite often.â Back before the kids had come along we had âexperimentedâ, but then with children growing up and normal life those times were forgotten. We had never gotten into swinging, but had enjoyed acting out some of our fantasies with another girl or guy. âItâs been a long time, but they were certainly good timesâŠ.Why? Now that we have the house to ourselves again do you want to try it again?â I wondered where this conversation was going, but decided it best to see what Ginger had on her mind.
âI donât knowâŠâ Her voice trailed off as she collected her thoughts. âWeâre not young and sexy like we used to beâŠ.my tits sag and Iâve got stretch marks from having kidsâŠ..â I smiled and looked down at her exposed breasts. They werenât as firm as they used to be, but 38Câs probably wouldnât be at fifty years old. They were still enticing, full orbs that rested comfortably in the palm of your hand with large dark nipples that hardened to the touch.
I chuckled and reaching out, ran my fingers lightly over her nipples. âNo, we arenât young kids thatâs for sure, but you still have an attractive body. Even with, what you think are flaws, youâve always kept yourself in shape and those imperfections only add to your beauty.â
Ginger smiled, â Thank you lover. Youâre grayer and all, but even bald you still are a striking man. One thing though that hasnât changed is that nice thick eight inches.â She glanced down at my hardness. âBut after having kids and getting older Iâm not that beauty you first saw thirty years ago.â
âThank you for the compliment.â I had to smile and gently caress her cheek. âJust remember that as we have grown older all those we knew back then have aged as well. We all change as life goes on, but your beauty is still there. I look at Marilyn,â Marilyn was our elderly widowed next-door neighbor. âI can see you when you get her age, looking just as attractiveâŠâ I stopped there knowing that there was something she wanted to say.
âWellâŠsomething happened todayâŠâ I looked at her as she hesitated waiting for her to go on. âAll morning I was thinking about those times years ago, and I had to do something about it. I sat down in the chair in the living room and let my robe fall open and began touching myself.â I smiled and my cock came to full erection. Ginger would often masturbate during the day when I was at work and she knew how much it excited me to hear her tell me about it. Her graphic detail was much better than any porn movie or story ever printed.
âOh really?â I closed one hand around my hard cock and with my other hand slipped it under the covers and between her thighs. Ginger has a thick mat of dark brown pubic hair that she keeps neatly trimmed and I was surprised at how wet it was from her juices. As I slipped a finger between the outer folds, she parted her thighs slightly, and I found the erect nub of her clit
âOhâŠ.Honey be careful. I want to tell you this and Iâll cum if you donât stop.â She smiled and her dark brown eyes twinkled as she looked at me. Easing up off her clit I gently caressed the outer lips feeling the hair part as my finger moved. â
âSorry..â I smiled and winked at her. âSo your robe fell open and you started playing with yourselfâŠ..â
âYes. It felt so good. I held my lips apart with my thumb and index finger. I buried two fingers in my pussy and let my pinkie play along the crack of my ass andâŠandâŠyou know how I like having my little back hole teasedâŠ.â How well I knew how she liked that. I had never been able to get my seven inch cock into that tight hole as she always remarked how thick it was, but she did like a finger or small dildo to play back there. âI used my other two fingers of my other hand to frig my clit. I could see itâŠit was so hardâŠ.I rubbed it and stroked it and when I came my eyes squeezed tight and my hips came right off the chair. Oh Honey! I felt my juices just cover my fingers! It felt so goodâŠ.but thenâŠâ She hesitated and I raised my eyebrows questioningly. âBut then..when I opened my eyes Marilyn was standing in the doorway looking at meâŠâŠâ
âWhat! Youâre kidding?â I couldnât believe it! Ginger looked at me and shook her head no. Marilyn is our next-door neighbor. She and her husband had lived there since we had moved in, Marilyn had babysat our kids when they were growing up, as they had never had any, and about five years ago her husband had passed away. She is an elderly lady and had been âadoptedâ as Gramma to all of us. She and Ginger were close and I would do little jobs for her since she was alone, although she was quite capable of doing much by herself. We were so close it was nothing out of the ordinary for us to just walk in to one anotherâs house without knocking, she was just one of the family. She was physically fit for her 68 or 69 years, and jogged and swam every day. You just never thought of her in a sexual way, not that she wasnât attractive. Only about five-three and maybe 120 pounds soaking wet she was a petite lady, short silver gray hair, blue eyes, a sparkling smile and breasts that if I took my hand and placed over one would completely cover it.
âOh Steve! I was stunnedâŠembarrassedâŠit was terrible!â What had been a raging hard-on now lay limp on my thigh. What a thing to happen! How would this affect our relationship with Marilyn after all these years? My mind was a whirl of questions. âI heard her go out the backdoor and I got up and wandered around wondering what I should do. I threw on a sundress and knew I had to go over and talk to her, got up my courage, took a deep breath, and walked over to her house. What a surprise that was!â Ginger laughed quietly.
âBy that statement I guess everything worked out then.â I felt relief go through my body.