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Almost 7000 words, this is the first part of what may or may not turn into a longer story. That all depends on you, the readers. Your comments and scores will go a long way to deciding whether or not I actually finish it so I will eagerly wait for you opinions.
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Oldie.
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The Love We Had
Part One
Chapter 1
"Okay then. When was the last time you actually kissed me properly, and not just a peck when you left for work?"
Gwen's question disturbed Harry. Not because it came at the end of yet another moan about him not showing her any affection any more -- he was used to that, being as it seemed to be a nightly occurrence -- but because she had stepped between him and the telly and was preventing him from watching the match.
"Do you mind?... I'm trying to watch the bloody match here... Can't we talk about this later?"
Gwen's nostrils flared, her anger at her husband of 42years almost beyond control. Not for the first time had he refused to get involved with her complaints about where their marriage was heading. She was well aware that he would much prefer to continue the status quo that was their utterly boring life together since the kids had all got married and left home; that he'd be happy just to gallop headlong toward old age in front of the TV rather than have any sort of social interaction with his wife other than what he was having for his
fucking
supper!!
Screaming with frustration, the usually calm and sedate, 64year old mother and grandmother, abruptly spun around and ripped the television's plug from its wall socket, determined to have her say and concentrate Harry's sport-obsessed mind on the problem that was their stale, sex-free, marriage.
"Fucking dozy bitch... If you insist on behaving like a spoilt-brat, I'm going to watch the rest of the game in the den... I'll get my own supper later, so don't fucking disturb me."
Harry's dismissive response to her histrionics only served to inflame Gwen even further. Earlier in the day, over their weekly lunch-date, her best friend Sue had confessed to having an affair with a man much younger than her husband. Confessed is probably the wrong word... More, stuck her fucking mammoth, saggy, tits out and
boasted
to Gwen about how she was being shagged more now than she ever had in her whole life. Although she had outwardly shown her friend she was disgusted with her, admonishing her severely as to how she was about to ruin her marriage, inside, Gwen was irrefutably green-eyed with jealousy that a woman who was nowhere near as attractive as her was managing to have the wild, exciting sex she longed for herself. Now, her stupid, moronic, husband -- who she had to admit, she still loved dearly despite his obvious disinterest in the physical side of their marriage -- was walking away from her and refusing to even discuss her fears and frustrations.
"You... You... FUCKING BASTARD!!... It'll serve you right if I get myself a young lover who can fuck me all night long... How would you like that, you...you... fucking pig, you..."
Smiling wryly, Harry continued on his way, just pausing long enough to look back at his almost-hysterical wife and chuckle,
"Whatever you want, dearest... Whatever you want."
before he closed and locked the door to his man-cave behind him...
* * *
Like many marriages that had lasted as long as theirs, the physical side of Harry and Gwen's had diminished to almost non-existent in their last 10 years together. Their children had all got married and left home, initially leading to an increase in carnal activity between the two of them as they enjoyed their new status as empty-nesters, but, unfortunately, the refreshed sense of freedom and privacy had quickly passed. They had become doting grandparents within just a few months, settling into the sort of comfortable relationship that seemed to be the destiny of many long-term partners and just happy to look after the little ones whenever their parents asked them to without any consideration of their own sexual recreation.
Gwen, much to her chagrin, missed making love with her husband a great deal. She loved him, always had, and still wanted to experience the joy she'd always felt whenever his hard cock was pounding her welcoming pussy. She understood that it was probably difficult for him to regularly rise to the occasion as a 64year-old man. Difficult, but not bloody impossible. She didn't expect wild, passionate sex every night, but a couple of times a week would have been lovely. Why the fuck wouldn't he take Viagra? Many men of his age did, so why not him? She was still attractive, especially for a women in her sixties. She tried dressing in sexy lingerie. She lay in bed waiting for him, naked and spread-eagled like an eager whore. She was willing to do almost anything he asked of her, even though she'd always hated sucking his cock -- thankfully he had never shown any interest in anal sex, leaving her tight little starfish still in its virginal state -- so why was it so difficult for him to make love to her properly? Okay, he would bring her off with his fingers or her vibrator, even his tongue occasionally, but it was always her who had to instigate it; almost demean herself by asking him to do his duty.
Unbeknownst to his wife, Harry's reluctance to enjoy her ripe, mature, body was absolutely nothing at all to do with her; nothing at all to do with any inability in him to achieve and keep a rock-hard erection. Instead, and she would have been devastated if she'd ever found out, the reason for his home-abstention was that he had been fucking his 36year-old, married, totally-uninhibited, personal assistant almost every working day for the last 8 years or more. He didn't actually need, or want, to go through with the routine fucking of his long-standing wife who would have been absolutely disgusted if he'd even hinted at some of the deviant things he and Marie got up to during their frequent lunchtime trysts.
In his own way, Harry still loved his wife Gwen as much as he ever had. He loved her ability to make him laugh; loved the way she had taken to being a grandmother to their beautiful grand-kids; loved the way she was able to put any of his work colleagues at ease whenever they met her for the first time. He was proud of her too. She was still a beauty; still had her magnificent body, even if it did point south a little more than it used to. Certainly she wore her mature years much better than him, with his balding pate and expanded waistline. He knew damn well that Marie probably wouldn't have entertained even the thought of fucking him if he hadn't been her boss and in a position to help her career along, but the sex with her was... well nothing short of unbelievable. She allowed him access to
any
of her orifices at any time; willingly sucked him off until he came in her mouth. It was her who'd suggested anal sex the first time they'd done it; eagerly giving up her back-door when her period had interfered with their sexual liaison. Sex with her was so exciting, so... damn dirty, in comparison to his
vanilla
sex-life at home with his wife, that even though he still loved Gwen, he just couldn't resist the temptation of the horny little bitch who drained his bodily fluids almost every day...
* * *
Chapter 2
Gwen McGregor had been married to Harry Gibbs since the punk days of the early seventies. As a randy teenager, she'd already had her fair share of lovers by the time she met and fell in love with the tall, handsome, bass-guitarist of the local 'punk' band who played every weekend at the local dance venue. They had actually fucked the very first night they met -- not very romantically up against the wall at the rear of the club -- and she didn't even know his name at the time. What she did know was that his long, thick, cock -- far bigger than anything she'd experienced before -- filled her pussy delightfully as her backside scraped up and down against the rough brick and amazingly gave her her very first orgasm whilst being fucked.
After being initially introduced by the drummer, who she'd already had a disappointing one-night stand with, they got along really well from the word go. Harry was actually not really the 'punk' type. He had a good job as a trainee accountant with the local engineering firm and only played in the band because he enjoyed the music, not because of any inner belief in the so-called punk philosophy. His
day-time
attire more than met the approval of Gwen's parents who were immediately taken by the polite, handsome, young man who was so obviously in love with their precocious daughter and were thrilled and delighted when the very nervous Harry traditionally asked her father's permission to marry her. What they didn't know, and what would have horrified their 'respectable' suburban values, was that their innocent little girl and her well-mannered boyfriend were fucking like rabbits at every opportunity...
Married life was good for both Harry and Gwen. He left the band -- being a married man and having responsibilities didn't fit in with the 'punk' philosophy -- and soon began climbing the corporate ladder at the large engineering firm he'd been employed at since leaving school, whilst Gwen, with the financial help of her doting parents, opened her own small hair salon on the high street -- a business that eventually expanded to four salons and she was to sell years later for a price that would leave her never needing to work again.
Kids came along naturally with no problems either physically or behavioural; Harry's career continued to climb until he was eventually promoted to Director of Finance with a salary well into six figures; so all in all, they were always very comfortable throughout their marriage, with none of the financial or emotional problems many other couples of their generation experienced. No, the only real problem in their otherwise idyllic marriage came later and that was Gwen's absolute frustration at her husband's apparent loss of libido and his unwillingness to do anything about it.
*****
A couple of weeks after their blazing row, Gwen once more attempted to raise the dead as it hung forlornly between her husband's legs, Eventually, after sucking him and massaging his large balls for what seemed like hours, she gave up and sat up in bed next to her almost dozing husband.
Determined to shock him out of his comfort zone, she spoke calmly to her spouse,
"Harry, I found out the other week, that Sue had got frustrated with Bob and had found herself a young stud to satisfy her... I think I should do the same. What do you think? Would you mind too much?"
At her side, Harry had a silent chuckle.
