So much has happened over the past year that it is almost as if the years before belonged to the lives of other people. Were we so dull and boring and respectable in that other life – who can really judge? But both Lauren and I feel it is important that we set down the key facts of these last explosive months so that we have a reference point to turn to as the excitement continues. Not that either of us has a single regret about the path we have taken. My wife still says she sometimes feels it must be a dream and her happiness and ecstasy and contentment will dissolve and pitch her back into the mundane but the moment quickly passes and she returns gratefully to her glory....
It began just about a year ago when some friends decided to hold a dinner party to celebrate Lauren's fifty ninth birthday. We were getting ready to go and Lauren had just come out of the shower, still holding her towel. She stood in front of our full length mirror and looked at her naked figure and sighed. "Problem?" I asked.
"Yes" she snapped back at me "I'm fifty nine, I'm fat and I'm fed up"
I looked at her and, truth to tell even after forty two years my cock hardened as my eyes wandered over her body. Yes, she was a little plumper around the middle than when we first met but her heavy, rounded breasts and firm nipples still turned me on and the the curves of her bum were full but still deliciously pale and satin smooth.
"Lauren, darling" I said "you still light my fire" and I moved behind her, cupping her breasts in my hands and pressing my cock into her bum.
She giggled and started to respond then checked herself "No time for that" she laughed "Mary's expecting us in thirty minutes – but maybe when we get back...if you're a good boy..." and she turned her head towards me and kissed me, smiling.
Publicly, with family and friends she had a reputation of being modest, conservative – prudish even – but this didn't stop men being attracted to her, even at her mature age. She always dressed fashionably, was always very sociable and loved company. Privately, of course, as I knew from the moment we met forty years before at university, she had the sexual appetite of a whore and was ready and willing to try most things in our bed – which was nice for me as well as for her.
Mary and Richard were probably our oldest friends so, when after the meal the conversation drifted towards the sensitive area of age Mary was the one person who could raise this without raising Lauren's temperature.
