Hello everyone,
Credit, kudos and thanks to HMauthor. The kind offer to act as an editor, is greatly appreciated. I am sure your help in cleaning up the mess I posted as a first effort will also be appreciated by the readers.
I have broken the original story into four parts. I hope this makes for an easier read.
The following is an account of the first time my wife and I stepped off, hand in hand, to swagger down the path of "Middle Age Crazy." Most couples don't do this together. I think it would be much better if they did. My advice is either go down this road together or don't go at all. In retrospect, I know it was the right way for us.
I hope you enjoy my offering.
Thank You.
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This all started for me late one Saturday afternoon. It had to be five o'clock somewhere, because I had a drink in my hand; three fingers of Crown Royal from the purple sack and just a tad of spring water. I don't use ice all of the time.
I was kicked back in my recliner watching Texas A&M beat hell out of some lesser team from out of state. I wasn't really interested. I was just waiting for Linda to get home. She works part time as a real-estate agent and was unexpectedly called in that afternoon. I hate it when she works Saturdays, but it's not my call.
Like magic, the front gate chime went off. Looking at the camera monitor I watched her drive the quarter mile from the gate to the house. She parked her car in the garage, and I heard her enter through the kitchen door a minute later. She shouted, "Where are you, Honey?"
"In the den," I answered, "bring me a hug."
Linda walked into the den wearing a small sun-dress made of a light-weight cotton print. It was white with a green and mostly yellow floral pattern. The colors complimented her golden tanned skin and wheat colored hair. It really fit her well and showed off her figure nicely. This could be the most beautiful woman on Earth. She looked the slightest bit disheveled. She might have driven home with the car windows down.
She kicked off her sandals and flopped into the chair with me. With no hesitation, and without preamble, she kissed me. I felt her tongue enter my mouth to dance with mine.
My response was to hold her close and let my hands roam over her sweet body. I couldn't get to her breasts. They were encased in a bra under her dress. I did lift the tail of her dress, so I could caress her cute little bottom. There were no panties! My hand slid around to touch her clit. She was as wet as Cedar Creek. No panties and wet? I broke the kiss saying, "Hey Babe, you've got some explaining to do."
She giggled in my ear and said in a low whisper, "You are married to one real bitch and she is absolutely in heat. I'm going to tell you about it. I want to tell you. Hell, I have to tell you, but not until you make me cum three times. Be naked by the time you get to the top of the stairs."
Jumping up she ran for the stairs stripping as she went. She wasn't wearing much, the dress and a bra. She was naked before she got to the foot of the stairs.
With the drapes drawn our bedroom was dark like a cave. I arrived naked as instructed. I paused at the door allowing my eyes a moment to adjust. I saw her slight body across the room silhouetted by the light of the scented candle she was lighting. The candle gave a flickering glow to the room. The light danced on her body and made her seem to sparkle. I didn't recognize the scent, flowery, maybe lavender. She laid the lighter next to the candle and rolled to her back on the king size bed. Her legs spread a bit. One hand went to her clitoris, and she crooked the index finger of the other to beckon me.
I lay down beside her, gathered her into my arms and kissed her. I felt her small hand encircle my hard cock. She said, "This is what I need." She gave me one of her happy little giggles. "I'm very wet. We can skip the foreplay if you like." I nipped her earlobe with my teeth, squeezed her right breast and tweaked the nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Her body shuddered.
"Foreplay is one of my favorite things." I sucked her left nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.
She responded with a moan and arched her back. Her hand came up to the back of my neck, and she pulled me tighter to her breast.
I let my hand drift away from her boob and down her belly. My nails brushed her ever so lightly. I felt her shiver.
As my fingers encountered her well-trimmed pubic patch, I let my full palm rest on her mound a few seconds. Slowly my hand slid further down, my middle finger separating her lips as my hand caressed her engorged love button. I felt her jerk as she caught her breath.
I moved my finger inside, searching for the small rough place just inside the top of her cavity, marking her G-spot. I let my thumb massage her clit very gently. She was very wet. I found the rough place, and she exploded. "Damn," I thought, "She is really turned on. She has some explaining to do."
Her vocalization was very loud. It was a stuttering whine punctuated by words from a language I did not know but fully understood. Her hand came down from my neck to cover my hand at her crotch. She held it tight to her pussy and her pelvis bucked wildly.
Her orgasm lasted a long time, perhaps twenty seconds. When she started to come down, the violent gyrations of her pelvis morphed to a gentler rotation against my hand. She was still holding strong pressure there. Her voice settled to a soft u-u-m-m-m-m sound that had a tremor in it. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. "That was way too easy," I thought. "She definitely has some explaining to do."
I let that go on until I felt her relax and slump back on the bed. Her heart raced and her breathing was heavy. I noticed a small droplet of sweat above her lip. I licked it off, brushed her lips with mine and let her have a couple minutes to enjoy the afterglow.
When her breathing had returned almost too normal, I whispered in her ear, "That's one."
A few seconds later she responded, "No Luke that one doesn't count."
"Why the hell not?"
She laughed a little and said, "You don't get credit for the easy one."
"Hell, they're all easy. If it took a week to get you there it would still be easy. I like the work."
She laughed again. "Enough foreplay," she said as she took hold of my cock again. "Would you please stuff this thing in me like I asked before?"
I chuckled and told her, "Not yet Sweetheart, I'm saving that for later." I don't always do as she instructs.
I slid down in the bed until my face was even with her pleasure center. I licked right up her slit. When I got to her clit, I sucked it into my mouth and rolled it with my teeth and tongue. I then held it between my teeth with just enough pressure to make her afraid to move. I held her that way for a few seconds then started flicking it with my tongue. A quiver ran through her body and she started making mewing sounds. I knew she couldn't take much of this. Slipping two fingers into her wet tunnel I started a gentle sawing motion. My fingers stayed low in the channel avoiding her G-spot. I wanted her closer to the edge, before I played that card.
Shortly, she was getting into the action. Her hands came to the back of my head, applying light pressure. I released her button and alternately licked and sucked it. She started humping my face, trying to make my fingers find that little rough place. Little Linda knew what she wanted. She started making more urgent noises.
I felt her start to tremble. She was having what she calls baby orgasms back to back. These are really nice but they wouldn't count against the three big ones I still owe her. Her breath was ragged, she was gasping for air. I let this continue for a full minute, then I pushed her over the edge.
I reached up to her breast and found a nipple. I pulled and twisted it with authority. My fingers in her sweet pussy moved faster and engaged her G-spot. My face was bathed in fresh juices, and she screamed.
This one really lasted a long time. Her hands pulled my face into her snatch, her thighs squeezing my head and her pubic bone banging me right in the nose. I knew she was making a lot of noise, but I couldn't hear with her thighs covering my ears. It felt like my head was in a vice.
I'd been there before. I knew if I just hung on and held my breath long enough, I would survive. Someone once said, "I love it when a plan comes together."
I dearly love to eat this girl's pussy. One night after one of these sessions I dreamed that I had died and gone to heaven. St. Peter met me at the gate and told me I didn't have enough points to get in. He said I had to live another life on Earth and try to improve my soul. He then asked me what I would like to be in my next life. I didn't have to be human. I could be anything I wanted. I told him I wanted to be an orca. An orca has a tongue three feet long and can breathe through a hole in the top of his head.
St. Peter looked in his book and chuckled, when he saw I was a pussy eater. He looked at me and grinned as he waved his hand. There was a flash of light and, presto, I was swimming in the warm waters of the Caribbean. I was in the center of a pod of about fifteen of the most beautiful female killer whales you could imagine. Most of my dreams are happy ones.
When it was over, she just lay there holding me with her legs for a while. She finally released me from her grip, and I heard her say, "That's one."
I sucked my lungs full of wonderfully lavender scented air and chuckled at her comment. Someone told me once that you can only go so long without air, then you die.
