Author's Note: This story has elements of group sex, lesbian sex, mature sex, light bondage, a large cock, big tits and a loving relationship. If these things offend you, no need to read any further. If you enjoy these things then read on! A special thanks to Martin, Traci, Michelle, and Rose who inspired this story.
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Martin sat in the dark of his bedroom and stared out the window into the night. His modest home where he and his wife June had raised their 3 children was quiet now. He could hear June breathing softly in her sleep. The dog rustled and snorted in his sleep but Martin was still awake.
He was nearing retirement and the accounting of his retirement capital wasn't looking too good. Though he had worked consistently and hard through his 40+ years of employment, the money just did not seem to stick to his savings account. Having just past his 60th birthday, with the kids all gone, Martin was feeling glum. A clinical psychologist might even suggest that he was suffering from a mild form of depression and suggest one of several medications that might perk him up.
Despite his depression, Martin was glad that he was physically fit. The years had been good to him and the boys had always kept him busy supporting their athletic endeavors. He could still curl his arm and see muscles in his bicep, triceps and across his chest. He tensed his muscles in the light of the moon as it shown through the window.
"Martin? Are you coming to bed?" June asked.
He had just fucked her. He used to make love to her but now, he just fucks her. It is pleasant enough and enjoyable but a bit one sided.
"Just a minute, I'm thinking ..." his voice trailed off.
A few years earlier, Martin had found out that June was faking orgasms. Worse yet, she had told her best friend Helen and that was how Martin had found out. He overheard the entire conversation. His wife was faking orgasms. Martin had listened as she confided in Helen that she had lost interest in sex but did not want to disappoint Martin. She often faked her orgasm. How often? She didn't know but clearly it was the vast majority of the time they had sex. Between her expectation that their sex life would wane throughout their 50's and Martin's knowledge of the faked orgasms, their sex life went down hill from those well intentioned lies.
Martin sighed as he remembered how he had been determined to confront June and then chickened out at the last minute. Instead, their love making receded and the fucking maintained. Where, in years previous, they were all over each other 5 times a week, now they had dispassionate sex twice a month. June had noticed the decline and wondered where their sex life had gone but assumed that it was just the way it was meant to be.
Martin looked out the second floor window again and. Two young lovers walked by stopping to kiss. The man grabbed the girl's ass and lifted her up into his arms. Martin's loins stirred and he felt his manhood grow even though he had just shot a load into his wife 20 minutes previous. He smiled and thought to himself "You ain't dead yet!"
He looked back to June and watched her ample bosom rise and fall in her sleep filled breathing. Pulling back the covers from his naked wife, he admired her thick nipples and her large areolas. June's breasts had always been her best attribute. After nursing their third child for 13 months, she considered having a breast reduction. Martin gently explained that they just didn't have that kind of cash in the bank and the health insurance certainly wasn't going to pay for it. Martin cupped her right breast and her nipple instinctively hardened and thickened. June had always had killer nipples. She refused to go anywhere without a thick bra to hide her nipples. It had only taken one time as a teenager for her to go without a bra. Her breasts were the desire of every guy and the envy of every girl as her nipples poked out. In their more adventurous days, Martin thought it would be fun to measure just how far they poked out. June did not find this fun or funny and refused him when he came forward with his ruler.
Looking at him with skepticism, she said "Look mister, you can measure me if I can measure you!"
She had expected him to be embarrassed but he wasn't and gladly dropped his pants. He measured 9 and ¾ inches long. It was a very big dick but since June had never seen any other dicks, she didn't know how good she had it. Martin had smiled as he measured her left and then her right nipple. His tongue licked his lips and announced "a bit more than 1 inch, dear". To that she said "So what" and marched off. She continued to be embarrassed about her breasts and her nipples and refused to wear any of the lingerie that he bought for her.
He fell asleep stroking her breast and holding her in his arms.
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A promise was a promise and Sandy was holding her father to his promise. A seven day Western Caribbean cruise for Sandy and her best friend Kay on Norwegian Cruise Lines' biggest boat was hers if she could pull off straight As in her spring and summer semesters. The spring semester grades were delivered in June and were all A's. The summer grades were in and Sandy couldn't contain herself as she opened the envelope. She started screaming as she looked down the page and her father's eyes looked heavenward as he became resigned to the fact that a promise was a promise. It wasn't the money as he had plenty of that. It was the principle that he had to bribe his daughter to do well in school.
Sandy grabbed her cell and called Kay immediately. They had been friends for ever or at least since they were in first grade. While Sandy toiled at Penn State, Kay worked at Joe Jones Bar-B-Que waiting tables. Kay attended the local community college during the day as it was the best she could afford. Sandy bounded up the wide hardwood steps to her room and dove on the bed as the call connected.
"Hi! I've been thinking of you!" answered Kay.
"You have? That's soooo cool because I was thinking of you too!"
"What about?"
"I got my grades today! Allllll AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAs! We're going on a cruise! You and me!!"
"I don't believe it! Wow! Are you sure that your father is going to do this?"
"A promise is a promise, Kay and he is good for it. Don't you worry your pretty little head!!"
Everything was already picked out; the cruise line, the cabin, and the excursions. As Sandy said, the only thing left to do was to go shopping for some "cruise clothing".
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June came in the door with a stack of envelops from the post box. She quickly flipped through them throwing most in the trash. The rest she tossed on the small kitchen table where Martin sat reading the newspaper. It was a typical Saturday morning. Martin looked up at his wife. He eyed her conservative outfit and imagined the buttons on her high-collared shirt dissolving in front of his eyes. He mentally pushed her shirt apart revealing her large breasts held up by a lace demi bra that gently squeezed her breasts together creating a 7 inch long cleavage. His mind had her tilting her shoulders forward seductively and sliding out of the bra, her heavy breasts hanging down, her nipples hardening before his eyes. Martin felt his cock thicken at the thought of those big tits and big areolas and especially, those long and thick nipples. His eyes blinked. That was the image that he wanted. June standing there with her shirt open and a sensual and sexy demi bra tossed to the side while her big breasts hung down tipped by long and thick brown nipples. He decided that if she were standing there like that and were to cross her arms in front of her, her breasts would hang over her arms. What a sight that would be. His cock was now a heavy bulge in his pants.
June had turned around and Martin appraised her ass. Certainly her ass was big but not wide. For a woman with such a formidable chest as June's, her ass was not quite proportional. June brought over a cup of coffee to the table and awoke Martin from his daydreaming.
"What were you staring at, honey?" She asked sweetly.
"Oh ummm your beautiful curves mesmerized me, June".
June blushed at the comment and then realized that she had kept an envelop that she should have thrown away. The outside was bright yellow and with red letters it stated: YOU MAY HAVE WON A SUPER PRIZE!"
She smiled at the term "may" and knew well that it was much more likely that she "may not" have won a super prize.
Martin had come fully out of his daydream "Why do you insist on wasting your time with those things?"
"Some I fill out and some I don't. You know I like yellow so this one I'll look at. Besides it is probably nothing but I like the suspense"
"I'll BET it is nothing."
"No" she smiled, "I'll bet it's nothing, you bet it is something. What do you want to bet?"
Martin chuckled. "Ok, if you won something more than $10, you'll sit on my lap and show me your breasts"
