Authors note #1. I have tried to write an erotic story rather than porn. I hoped to produce a product that will be read by mature ladies who like erotica, while at the same time keep those who like their smut just a little dirtier continuing to read my work. Readers of Literotica have always helped keep me on track with their comments and I'm counting on you to continue. Remember, every comment, with the exception of the 'eat shit and die type,' helps me to be a better writer. THANKS FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE IN THE PAST AND WHAT YOU WILL DO IN THE FUTURE.
Authors note #2. Although fiction, this story deals with a very real problem with the Fifty to Seventy crowd, and is modeled after a real life case from this area. Each partner must answer the question, "Do I love him/her enough to enjoy this solution, or would I rather be divorced?" Remember, this is not a morality lesson, it's entertainment.
Authors note #3. I would love to hear comments from ladies and advice on dialogue. I have tried to follow the advice from a book on how to write sex stories for women vs. men. All advice from anyone is welcome and for those who use my bio page to contact me I will do my best to acknowledge and thank you.
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Laura's story:
Jody's fingers traced their way up my bare leg, starting at the calf and slipping past my knee and onto my inner thigh. There they halted, making little teasing circles, while his lips captured my erect nipple. He then started nipping on first one and then the other, until he had both standing at attention like a couple of Marines. Finally, when I was so turned on my hips were writhing, unable to hold still any longer, that magic finger continued to my furry honey pot and caressed the inner lips.
My husband could always drive me crazy with desire. Back in the old days we had many sleepless nights, choosing to make love long into the night. The next morning we could barely drag ourselves up in time for work. God, I miss those times.
"Put it in," I moaned, stroking his hard shaft. I opened my legs as wide as I could and helped him roll on top. He propped himself on all fours and I guided him into my waiting slit. The head touched and I rubbed it up and down twice before he gave a push and slipped into familiar territory. I groaned from pleasure as it pushed its way inside and we started the age old dance of love. I couldn't help wondering just how long the music would last this time.
I'm sure the same thing was on Jody's mind also, for I was just getting into the spirit of things when I felt him starting to get soft. Desperately I tried moving against him faster and he did the same. It didn't work; before I could climb Mt. Orgasm all friction disappeared and I was once again left frustrated, as was Jody. No, Jody didn't have a problem with premature ejaculation, he simply couldn't stay erect long enough to finish the job for either of us.
This had been going on for a few years now, and after many doctors' visits, tests and every home remedy known to modern man, the only difference was in our bank account. It cost a lot of money to get told medicine couldn't find a problem, and had no idea what to tell him to do.
Jody always was a 'can do' kind of guy. I remember his words after that last visit, the one when we were told there was no hope. "Well, Laura," he said taking me in his strong arms. "There more than one way to do a job. If women can satisfy each other without using a dick, then I can learn how to do it to. Thus began an intense study about how to preform cunnilingus properly.
Poor Jody; he loved me so much he'd do anything to prevent me missing out on the orgasms he knew I enjoyed so much. I must admit, between the two of us—with me telling him what felt good while he tried out the different techniques recommended by the tapes we watched—he became damn good at oral sex. I had some experience back in college. My boyfriend back in those days had no objection to using his tongue to warm me up, as he put it. He did a good job but he couldn't hold a light for the Jody of today. I mean this was the same Jody who always claimed real men don't dine at the 'Y', but I'm here to tell you the Jody of today could make a woman hum using only his tongue.
So what am I bitching about? Well, getting off on a tongue and fingers are okay for a time, but sometimes a woman has a deep down itch that needs scratching. At those times, nothing but a good stiff man can do the job. One of the disadvantages to our studying videos on cunnilingus was for the first time I saw that some men had much bigger equipment than Jody's six inches. Six inches was about all I'd ever run into in my single days, but on these videos I saw men sporting what must have been at least seven or eight inches and some of them were so thick I wondered if any woman could really accommodate something that size
Anyway, that night ended like many others. Jody did his wonderful best, I finally cum from his manipulations and once again I fell asleep only to dream I was being filled by one of those well hung men from the videos.
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"Don't forget, our neighbor Ted is taking me fishing this morning, and you promised his wife Sandi you would soak up some sun today." Jody reminded me the next morning while I made us a breakfast of bacon and eggs.
"Oh, I won't forget." We had become quite close to our next door neighbors since we moved here three months ago. You might even say Sandi had taken the place of the sister I'd left behind when we moved to Garden City. As I puttered around cleaning up the breakfast mess and waiting for Sandi, my hand kept drifting to my crotch. Damn, Laura, I thought, you're rubbing yourself like a man. Well, after last night's frustrations, I had to admit it felt good.
I sat on the couch and started letting my fingers do the walking, as Ma Bell liked to advertise. It was just beginning to feel good—I mean really, really good, when there was a rap on the door.
I just managed to jump up and straighten my clothes before the door swung open and the petite blond hurricane from next door blew into the room, throwing her bundle of beach stuff on the sofa.
"We don't stand on formality down here," she announced. "If the door isn't locked or the place isn't rocking, we assume you're accepting guests."
"Be with you in a sec. Make yourself at home " I said as I rushed into the bedroom to change into my swimsuit, a yellow two-piece not quite skimpy enough to qualify as a bikini, but small enough to show off my mature assets to their best advantage. I had just slipped into the top and was about to step into the bottoms when I heard the bedroom door open.
"Damn, Laura! That suit is going to have every man on the beach hitting on you today." She moved closer then caught my shoulder, urging me to do a half turn. "You sure it'll cover that full bush you're sporting?"
I was so embarrassed I hardly knew how to respond. A forty-five year old granny like me just wasn't used to having women, even friends, bursting into my bedroom while I'm naked from the waist down. I must admit some of my hesitance was probably due to my not having thought about the hair problem before. I glanced at my image in the full length mirror.
It had been awhile since I'd trimmed things up down there. My thick bush formed a hairy triangle, a little unruly maybe but just the way Jody liked it. "It is a little thick, isn't it?" Strangely enough, I was beginning to feel comfortable around Sandi. "I guess we'll just have to check." I pulled the bottoms up, checked the mirror and tucked any stray strands inside, then turned for inspection.
"Good enough." Sandi said. She held my cover-up while I slipped it on. As she did so, her hands brushed my shoulders; just about like a man might and I wondered about that touch but quickly dismissed the thought as my wild imagination. In my world, men were men and women were women; there was no room for switch hitters, as Jody referred to them, when we saw girls in the movies take on both sexes.
