Abby loved her husband. Sure, he was old enough to be her father. Sure he was disabled and not able to work outside the home. But, he made her feel loved and safe and warm and sexy, and damned horny!
Abby knew that Mike did not like not being able to work and support her, but she also knew he was a realist and had learned to accept what was instead of what he wanted reality to be. He did help her around their small home. When he could, he would vacuum the floors, and usually kept up with the dishes, and sometimes cooked for them. He even did the laundry, at least part way. He could load the washer and dryer, but she did the folding since the time she came home one day to find him writhing in pain on the floor because he had pinched a nerve in his spine by moving just wrong while folding. It had laid him up for 3 days, too sore to even let Abby suck him to completion.
Abby loved their love life. She loved his taste and smell of his body, the taste of his semen when she took him in her mouth. She even loved the taste of her pussy when she would pull off of him and lick and suck her juices off of his cock.
This evening, when she got home from her job, Mike could tell his Abby was tired. He had their supper ready, but he decided it could wait until he made Abby feel better. As was normal, she stepped inside the door and removed her panties, but she did not have her usual sunny smile, she looked worn out. Mike got up from his chair, limped over to the love of his life, and held her to his chest. She sighed into his chest and wrapped her arms around him, and they just stood there, loving each other.
Once again Mike silently cursed the deteriorated discs in his spine that did not allow him to pick up and carry his wife to the couch. Instead, they slowly walked over to the couch. He got her settled on the sofa, went into the kitchen and got her a cold glass of juice, and took it back to her. As she started sipping her juice, he started massaging her feet, and he felt her starting to relax.
Abby started moaning like she did when they were making love. Mike looked to where Abby's skirt had ridden up, and he could see her pussy. Her outer lips were getting puffy, and her inner lips were starting to expand and peek out at the world. He looked further up her body, and saw that the nipples on her 32c breasts were stiff and trying to poke through her blouse.
Mike continued to rub her feet for her as the odor of her musk continued to get stronger. He watched her nipples and her pussy. She started moving her hips as he saw a drop of her love dew form, then run down her pussy.
"You've relaxed me enough, my husband, now make love to me. We can fuck after dinner, but make love to me now, please."
Abby stood up in front of the sofa, and helped Mike to stand. When he was up, he removed her blouse for her. Each button he loosened revealed skin that he kissed and licked and sucked. Abby shuddered as he kissed the tops of her breasts as her blouse gaped open. Her nipples got hard and rubbery in anticipation of his mouth on them.
Mike slipped her blouse off of her shoulders and it fell to the floor behind her. He saw where she had been shopping at Frederick's of Hollywood again: she had on a sheer black bra that gave support to her 32c's, but hid nothing from his view. He put the palms of his hands on her breasts, telling her that her bra needed some help to support her. Abby knew her husband just wanted to feel her up ... almost as much as she wanted him to feel her up. Her nipples got even harder and she ...
wriggled
is the best term to describe her movement. It started at her neck and proceeded down her body to her hips. She couldn't help herself. She so loved the attention she got from her husband, and she wanted to please him in any way she could.
Mike was a tit man from his youth. He'd seen some nice breasts in his lifetime, some smaller, some larger, but the breasts his Abby sported were perfect because they were her breasts. In fact, calling them "breasts" just wasn't right. "Breasts" sounded so clinical, and Abby's beautiful, perfect breasts should be celebrated; they should be called titties!
Mike put his right index finger in her pussy and started sliding it in and out of her. While he was doing that, he was kissing Abby's titties through her bra. He kissed all over her breasts except for the nipples, which were doing their best to poke a hole in the sheer bra cup. Mike could feel Abby's juices dripping out of her pussy and onto his foot. He had never been with a woman who could lubricate so freely. He pulled away from her chest and unfastened the front closure on her bra. As the bra fell away from her titties, he latched on to her left nipple and suckled her.