Author's note: This is the story of the true fantasy: a couple with a healthy sex life into their fifties. I'm afraid I haven't yet had the pleasure, but please enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated.
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It was Thursday night. That meant flowers for Suzie. Michael grabbed some from the local florist, a pretty little redhead named Veronica, who's girlfriend had been Peter's babysitter back when Michael and Suzie had to sneak away from the house to be together, well before Peter had gone off to school.
"Lilies again, Michael?" called Veronica, overtly cheerful and boisterous as ever.
"You know it, Veronica," Michael said smiling. This girl must grow her own supply to be this happy all the time, Michael thought. To other, less blessed men, Veronica would drop jaws. Loose blond curls framed a face that never lost it's smile. The tank tops she always seemed to wear would draw the eye of anyone, the way they allowed glances of soft pale skin and respectably sized breasts, and revealed a few inches of tight stomach.
But Veronica was far from Michael's mind at the moment. Suzie occupied his thoughts in earnest. It was her turn to organize date night, and he wondered what surprises were waiting for him his behind his front door. Last week, he had organized some temperature play, introducing edible candle wax and ice cubes to the bedroom. The week before that, Suzie had worn a fishnet body suit, and hadn't even complained when Michael damaged it severely in his urgency to get past it.
"Well, you have a good night!" said Veronica, handing the receipt and bundle of lilies to a distracted Michael. She winked significantly, "I'm sure it will be a blast!"
Michael returned the smile, a little less earnestly. How much does Veronica know about Suzie and I? Suzie would still meet up with Veronica's girlfriend for coffee every now and again. It made Michael's heart race to think of his sweet Suzie telling the young woman about their exploits. Especially since they had taken such an upswing when Peter moved out for college.
"It surely will be," Michael agreed, eagerly exiting the store and heading to his car.
When Michael arrived back at his home, he saw the light in the kitchen was the only one lit. He exited his vehicle, checking his reflection in the back window. His hair was salt and pepper, a little more salt than pepper in recent years, and though it had begun to thin, it wasn't needing the shave he promised Suzie he would adopt when things got too bad.
Satisfied with his appearance, and excited to get to his beautiful wife, Michael gathered up the lilies from the passenger seat and headed for the door. It was unlocked, as usual, as there hadn't been any trouble in the neighborhood since before Peter was born. He was greeted by the smell of steak, heavy on the rosemary and garlic, his absolute favorite, especially when made by Suzie.
And there she was, perched up on a bar stool, elbows on the island and hands holding up the paperback she had been working on the past week or so. Her reading glasses rested precariously on the tip of her nose, and she seemed to be deep in the novel, her lips reading out the words silently, as she always did when enjoying a book.
Michael didn't interrupt her as he filled a vase with water and the package of plant food. He took the time to drink in his wife's form. When they had met, during Suzie's last year of university, she had been sought after by every boy in her classes. Her father was Korean, and he gave her her short stature, beautiful black hair, and deliciously exotic (at least for the midwest university she attended) skin.
That means that her fiery and wonderful personality she got from her mother, as well as her deep green eyes and a curvaceous body.
Michael began to feel the heat in him rise as he remembered the first time he saw her: she and a couple other soon-to-be graduates had stumbled into the college bar he was tending, Suzie practically holding up her drunk friends.
She had worn a tight green dress. Michael remembered specifically the way it clung to her body, neckline dipping low on the chest, filmy straps struggling to support her perky breasts. It ended a ways above mid thigh, but Michael's favorite part was the way it clung across her tummy, he could clearly see the divet of her navel, and it highlighted her hips so well, he caught himself staring more than once.
It made her look soft, and Michael liked soft. He chuckled to himself, remembering how his hands had shook when he had first talked to her.
"Oh," said Suzie, glancing up from her book and over her readers, "what are you giggling about?"
If Michael thought Suzie was attractive then, he thought much more of her now. The usual fat that, at a certain age apparently accumulates overnight, and had given Michael a bit of a paunch, clung only to Suzie's breasts, hips, and ass. Any that ended up on her midsection only served to further accentuate her deliciously soft form. Even now, in the dim kitchen light, Suzie's body set a fire in him.
She wore a silk red night shirt under a diaphanous robe. It showed off her cleavage exquisitely, and the way she appeared to be poured into the outfit was starting make Michael's cock twitch in his slacks.
"I was just thinking about what we are going to do tonight." Michael walked around the island to rest his chest on Suzie's back, leaning in close to whisper in her ear, "And, well, what I want to do to you."
Suzie giggled, shoulders rising and falling lightly, sending ripples down the soft flesh that wasn't covered in her nighty. Michael thought he could see Suzie's nipples begin to harden as his warm breath flowed down the nape of her neck.
