Lighten up folks, it's a fantasy. Obviously nobody could possibly still be lusting after their wife after being married for 40 years.
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It was approaching their 38th wedding anniversary and Tinkerbell hadn't sprung Arthur wanking recently. It must have been about 2 weeks since he last snuggled up to her in bed, sliding his hand under the covers to fondle her breasts and rub his cock against her.
Only a few weeks before that they had been on a road trip where it had been difficult to play on the relatively uncomfortable and squeaky beds. So not much opportunity for him to fit in a sneaky wank there either.
In fact it was the night after they returned home from the trip, when they had that nice meal and a bottle of wine, that Arthur had last wanked in bed to her knowledge. Tinkerbell wished she felt the same ardour he still seemed to have, but physiology had worked against her and it didn't make things any easier as they aged. She had noticed that even Arthur often wasn't fully hard now when he did come these days.
He really was a bit of a chronic masturbator, but she liked that he still wanted to do it in bed alongside her. She knew some of their friends her age didn't even share the same bedroom any more, let alone want to go to sleep fondling each other or simply holding hands. That is if they were lucky enough to still be married at all and not one of the now too common widowed or otherwise single girls, with limited prospects of finding such a silly friend as he was to share the rest of their life with.
That night, when they had been a little tipsy after the wine, he repeated what he had occasionally done before. He had retired first and begun a half hearted rub in bed before she came up from the lounge room. What she found when she followed shortly after was that he had left a feeding bottle on the bathroom vanity.
He had done this only a few times before and she wondered wherever he had thought that up. She wondered where in fact he got the bottle from. There had been one around a few years ago that had eventually disappeared from the bathroom cupboard, but it had recently made a come back.
She knew what he wanted. He was just pretending to be asleep and she could see the sheets move a bit as he ground his cock into the mattress for stimulation, in expectation of what might follow. Although she didn't quite understand, she went back downstairs. "I wonder how much he wants?" she thought. "I would have thought he'd had enough to drink by now. We should be going to sleep."
"Anyway, why does he seem to like doing this so much?" She thought as she took the milk jug from the fridge and poured a little into the bottle. Then, probably because she was a bit tipsy herself, she decided to add a dash of whisky to it. Well, perhaps more than just a dash.
She chuckled to herself and thought "I wonder what he'll think of that?"
She finished cleaning off her make-up and took the mostly empty bottle to bed, placing it on his bedside table before jumping in the other side. "You were expecting something special tonight?" She asked.
Arthur stop feigning to be asleep and picked up the bottle. The lights were off but she could hear the disappointment in his voice when he said "There's not much there."
"It's enough. I really don't know what you see in it, but if it turns you on, go ahead." She reached out and stroked his arm. "Go on, I know you'll enjoy it."
He could hear more tenderness in her voice.
She lay there and listened to him suck on the teat. She could hear him choke a little on the first mouthful. He came up for air coughing.
She giggled.
"You mischievous Imp! You had a hot flush as you filled the bottle I take it?"
She laughed. "Yes you know I'm still hot and that it just that it comes in flashes now."
Arthur went back to the bottle. Every so often he paused to take a breath and let some air in. She could hear the bubbles as the air came back in to replace what he had sucked out.
"What does it taste like?"
"The bottle of wine we just finished."
"I bet it doesn't."
"No, but I have to admit it was much nicer than the warm milk you used last time. Maybe we should try chocolate milk next, so I don't choke on it."
She laughed. He really was such a baby. She thought back to the dinner party he had gate crashed more than 40 years ago, where they had met. "OK baby, roll over and I'll tickle your back."
They rolled over and she swept her arm over his back a couple of times before they both fell off to sleep almost immediately.
The following week was occupied mainly by cleaning up after the trip and getting the normal housework sorted. Tinkerbell was also contemplating what to do for their fast approaching anniversary. For many years she had cooked a candle lit dinner for two at home. This was usually a crustacean extravaganza that replayed a crayfish dinner they enjoyed on their honeymoon. This year she was trying to think up a variation to spice things up.
After checking out the seafood markets she kept coming back to the same menu as last year. Shellfish on a spiced rice pilaf. They would start with Champagne and find a cheeky Vermentino to accompany the main. Strawberries were so plentiful and good at the moment they would be the base of the dessert.
The plan was starting to firm up now, but she felt there was something missing. The food and wine was going to be excellent, but she felt it would be nice to add something special to make it a really memorable dinner. There had been so many unexpected things come up this last year or two.
She kept waking up during the night and at one point in her half asleep state felt Arthur rubbing his cock gently against her in his sleep and mumbling something that sounded quite rude. She decided then on the extra special thing she was going to add to the anniversary night to blow his mind.
Arthur had always had a fetish for suspenders and stockings, which she hadn't bothered wearing for many years now since moving to the sub tropics. Tinkerbell decided she was going to dress up the dinner by dressing herself up. There was still a suspender belt and stockings somewhere at the bottom of one of the lingerie drawers and she had some ideas for another special something that Arthur wouldn't be expecting. She was looking forward to seeing his face when she served up the anniversary dinner dressed up as one of his favoured retro style pin-up girls.
