Gary parked their car in the handicap parking space and, after hanging the decal on the cars rearview mirror, got out and walked to the passengers side of the car. Opening it, he helped his wife, Brenda, out and they slowly made their way into the restaurant.
Even at seventy-six years or age, Brenda was still the attractive wife he had married so many years before. Oh sure, her figure showed some of the ravages of time, but, in his eyes she was still the glamorous woman of thirty-five he had wooed and won when he was the young college graduate of twenty-two. Even though she had difficulty with her legs, she was still the hellion between the sheets that he had discovered, living in the apartment next to his, there in Chicago.
Right in the beginning, she had warned him that these days would come, but, in the brashness of youth, he had declared his everlasting love for her. While at his sixty-seven years of age, he sometimes found it difficult to quench the fires of passion that still burned brightly in his wife's body, they had found other ways to satisfy her needs; the dildos and vibrators, kept in their bedside night stand, as well as his tongue, which was still more than adequate to bring her to orgasm.
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It had all begun so many years before.
Gary had counted himself lucky to find an apartment within walking distance of the new job he had acquired in the advertising business there in Chicago, right after graduating from Northwestern. While the pay was not great, the chances for advancement were, for the business, while relatively new, had obtained several big name accounts and was expanding rapidly.
The week following his moving in, he had met his next door neighbor, the beautiful young widow, Brenda Snows. He was immediately attracted to her, even though she was some years his senior.
The hormones that had remained dormant during his last year of school, while he concentrated on his studies, surged to the forefront and he found himself jacking-off almost nightly to the vision of Mrs. Snows. And what a vision it was; the tall, slender, redhead, with a curvaceous body, a body she had displayed in a form fitting pant suit when first they had met.
It took almost a month, but, flush with his first months pay, he worked up the courage to invite her to dinner. Somewhat to his surprise, she accepted readily and they made a date for that Friday evening at a nearby Chinese restaurant.
It was summer time and they both dressed informally, he in slacks and a sport shirt, she in a light summer dress, a dress that would be fuel for more nightly sessions with his right hand.
They had been seated in a booth and, over cocktails, as they perused the menu, he told her all about his new job, about his school year and the parents he'd left behind in the small town in southern Illinois. Gary couldn't help but brag a little about his feats as a football player, to hear her laugh and tell him that her late husband had followed the Northwestern games. Of course, that had been before Gary even entered college.
Over dinner, she told him that, Robert, her husband of ten years, had suffered a massive heart attack while at work and had died almost instantaneously. "It was such a shock," she said, that she still wasn't completely over it, although it had happened five years before, right after her thirtieth birthday, not too long before his forty-third.
"He was a senior partner in a law firm and left me well off, as far as money was concerned, but, I gave up the apartment we had on the Loop and I moved here to cut expenses." She became maudlin, saying, "I still miss him terribly," then, without thinking, added, "he was a wonderful lover." Brenda turned bright red, almost matching her hair color. "Oh, I didn't mean to say that, it just slipped out." They both laughed at her embarrassment.
After dinner, they strolled back to the apartment building, pausing to look at some of the store front displays. As they stood in front of a dress shop window, Gary brazenly took her hand in his, remarking that one dress in the window, displayed on a mannequin, would look spectacular on Brenda. She laughed and squeezed his hand in return.
Back at the apartment, outside her door, Brenda thanked Gary for a wonderful evening and, as she opened her door, turned and gave him a light peck on his cheek, before going in and closing the door behind her. For his part, Gary could hardly wait to get to his own apartment, strip, and lay down on his bed to jack-off, before going to sleep. Some time during the night, he woke to find he had another raging hard-on and jacked-off again.
Gary was awakened the next morning to the incessant ringing of his phone. Groggily he answered to hear Brenda's laughing voice. "Hey, sleepy head, how would you like to join me for coffee and toast at Brenda's own coffee shop? You won't even have to leave the building, it's right next door."
"I'd love to but you'll have to give me a minute to get dressed," his hand again stroking his cock that had stiffened at the sound of her voice.
"Don't bother, just come over in your pajamas, this is a very informal coffee shop."
"You'll have to give me time to find some pajamas then, cause I sleep in my bare skin," he answered, stroking hard and fast.
There was a pause in the conversation as he continued furiously stroking his cock. "Oh. Well, I guess you'd better find something to put on, then. When you're ready, come on over, the door will be unlocked."
As Gary put the phone down, his cock spewed out a stream of creamy cum. Pausing only long enough to empty his swollen bladder and pull on a pair of jeans, Gary went next door.
