I had just sat down in the living room, starting the new Grisham book I had downloaded. Laura, my soul mate and wife of 28 years, was out shopping with one of her friends. By the time the plot had been laid out, the door opened and Laura walked in. She walked over, leaning down to kiss my neck, then licking up to my ear and gently biting it. All while reaching down to my cock, giving it a squeeze through my shorts.
"I'll be in the bedroom. Unless you think that book is more interesting." I watched her walk down the hall, shaking her ass in a teasing way.
Damn. She is going to kill me, but what a way to go!
Our boys had moved out and were off to college. I had also recently sold my company, and now consulting on the side when needed from my home office. We were spending more time together than we had since we first started dating, and that's what it felt like, dating again. Not to mention, once Laura hit 45 a few years ago, her libido went into overdrive, which I've learned is common in many women when they hit their 40s. We were having sex daily, many times more than once. I was having trouble keeping up, literally.
I turned 50 earlier this year, and had noticed my erections weren't holding as much as they used to, but that comes with age. It's really an unfair fact of life. Women hit their sexual prime at the time men start to have issues in that department. Nonetheless, I walked back to the bedroom with a grin on my face.
Laura was walking out of the bathroom, wearing only her panties and bra. We embraced, kissing passionately, as we made our way to the bed. She reached down, unbuttoning my shorts, pushing them to the floor. She leaned down, taking my semi-erect cock into her warm mouth. Damn, she knows what to do.
She played with my balls, as she continued to take me all the way in to her mouth. I felt the blood rushing, as my cock grew to its full state of erection. She looked back up and pulled my face into her breasts. I nuzzled between them, as I reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, freeing those lovely ladies. Her nipples were already hard, and I made sure to give each equal attention.
As I laid her on the bed, I reached to her hips, pulling off her silk panties. I noticed a dark, wet spot in the crotch and couldn't help but put it to my nose, taking in a deep breath. She looked at me, smiling, as I took in her scent, something that turns me on.
"There's more where that came from."
I spread her legs, splitting the folds of her labia with my nose. Damn, she is wet! I followed with my tongue, taking in her nectar, which seemed to be freely flowing. I'm not sure what kind of girl talk they had while shopping, but I wasn't complaining.
As I reached her clitoris, she moaned, pulling my head in to her. I went on, gently licking her bud, as she responded with moans of pleasure.
"Fuck me Tim. I want to feel you inside me."
I pulled away, looking at her glistening essence. I love the way she tastes, and smells, but I'll be back down soon enough. I positioned myself at her entrance, and pushed myself in. I stayed still once I bottomed out, focusing on the sensation of being inside of her.
While I was enjoying the moment, she was getting impatient, as she playfully slapped my ass and told me to get to work. After a couple of minutes fucking her in that position, I pulled out and turned her over, taking her from behind. We both love this position, especially when she is turned on. I'm able to go in deeper, reaching her cervix. She says it hurts when I pump her hard, but in a good way. She says it makes her feel like a woman.
Finally, I had reached the point of no return. I buried myself inside of her, pulling her hips to me as I coated her insides with several spurts of my ejaculation. As I started to soften, I slipped out, and a glob of semen fell from her on to my softening cock. She rolled over on to her back and spread her legs, allowing me to view the mess we made.
All guys are visual. But, one of the things that really turns me on is watching my semen drip back out of my wife's pussy after sex. The sight. The smell. The taste. I can't explain it. It just turns me on.
"Go ahead, why don't you finish what you started earlier, it's not going to clean itself up." Yes, I love going down on her after I climax, lapping up our combined juices. We both do. I don't recall when I started doing so, but it's something I've done for years and it gets both of us off.
By the time she was bucking her hips from my oral assault, I was almost entirely erect again, as I usually am from this routine. Today was no different. Her clitoris started throbbing as the first wave hit. Her pussy was contracting around my fingers, as I kept sucking on her clit as if it were a nipple.
When she came down, I positioned myself back between her legs and slid back in. She was still worked up, and I began pumping hard, as she dug her nails into my ass as I fucked her.
"Take me Tim, fuck me hard. That feels so good. Harder. Harder!" I'm not sure what it was, but I began losing my erection just as I was getting started. Yes, this had been happening more often lately, and I didn't like it.
"Are you okay?" She asked, as my cock shrunk back to its flaccid state and slipped out.
"Yes, I'm not sure what's wrong with me. This is happening more lately."
"Well, you are 50 and can still get up for sex several times a day. Do you know how many of my friends are jealous of me?" She laughed as I laid down beside her.
"What do you mean, jealous? You've told them?"
"Oh please! Girls talk dear. You know that. I was just out with Stephanie and she was so jealous you can get it up several times a day! Her husband hasn't fucked her in three months. She says it's like he's just given up." She started teasing my balls, knowing that would take my mind off the conversation. Just as I closed my eyes to enjoy her fingers lightly teasing me, I felt her mouth consume my softened member again. Damn, I love it when she takes me into her mouth.
I was still a mess from all our combined fluids dripping back out on to me, so she rubbed her fingers around, gathering enough 'lube' to put her finger at my ass. She slowly eased it in, maneuvering towards my prostate as she continued sucking on my cock. She's become an expert at prostate manipulation over the years, and has even made me ejaculate with prostate stimulation alone. Just as she started rubbing, I felt a sharp pain like I'd never felt before.
"Ouch! You got me with your nail." I laughed a bit, but it still hurt.
"No, I don't think I did. You feel different." She pulled her finger out and sat up.
"What do you mean, different?"
"It doesn't feel the same. How long has it hurt like that? You need to go get that checked out." She looked at me with a concerning look now.
"I'm sure it was just the way I was laying. Now, where were we?" I leaned over and started kissing one of her nipples. We made out for a while longer, but I wasn't able to get hard again.
Maybe this 50 thing is hitting me harder than I thought.
....
"Beth is coming over for dinner tonight and may stay a few days. Could you run to the store and get some steaks and a couple of bottles of wine?" Laura barely made eye contact before she looked back down to her iPad, with a 'I hope he leaves it there' look.
"Oh shit. What now? Wait. Let me guess. I bet she has already broken up with this latest asshole and needs a place to stay again. Am I right?" I rolled my eyes and grabbed my keys as I walked to the door, headed for the garage.
"I love you!" She called out as I closed the door behind me.
Beth is Laura's older sister by two years. She was married for almost 25 years when her husband kicked her out and divorced her five years ago. She had an affair with one of the doctors she worked with at the time and he found out about it. Her ex was an attorney, and based on their prenup, she was left with nothing for having an affair. She has bounced around with men ever since, but has never been able to get back on a stable footing. We've taken her in once before, letting her live in the basement apartment until she found a place. Apparently, that's where this is headed. Again.
I do like Beth though. I always have. She's like an older sister to me, but I just wished she would get her life back together.
We hadn't even finished dinner, and we already had heard the entire story of how 'asshole' was such a jerk and how she deserved so much better. I don't even learn their names anymore, I just refer to them all as 'asshole', because they are all assholes and
nothing
is her fault.
I opened another bottle of wine as we all moved to the living room. Just as we were sitting down on the sofa, Beth says,
"So, Tim, how long have you been having your erection issues? Can you stay hard when you masturbate?" I nearly spit out my wine!
"What?"
"Oh come on, Laura's told me you have been having trouble keeping it up lately. When was the last time you had your testosterone checked?" Beth took a sip of wine and winked at Laura. I looked over and was speechless.
"Tim, we are sisters. We talk about EVERYTHING! You would think you would know that by now." Both girls giggled.
"Okay, I've had enough of the 'girl talk.' I'm going into my study and watch the game. This is a bit too much for me right now." I shook my head as I walked down the hall to my office.
Just as I was shutting the door, I overheard Laura.
"It's getting worse. I know men start to slow down, but he has never had a problem in that department before. He's always been able to get it up several times throughout the day if we have time together. Now the boys have moved out, we've been having more sex now than when we were younger. But, a few months ago, he started losing his erections in the middle of sex. Also, you know how I told you he likes his prostate played with? Well, I was doing it a few weeks ago and it felt different. He jumped in pain when I touched it."
"Wait. When was the last time he had a physical and his blood drawn?"
"A couple of years. You know Tim. He hates the doctor." Laura continued. "I think something may be wrong, but he won't get checked out."
She kept talking, but I closed the door and turned on the game.
Shit, they DO talk about everything.
About half an hour later, Laura stuck her head in and asked me to come back into the living room. I looked over and the second bottle of wine was empty and a third had been opened.
