Darren's sweat dripped down on Julie's face and she turned her head to one side and grimaced. She knew he was close; his ragged breathing and less controlled movements were a sure sign that he was about to come.
"Haa...Urghhhh," was all he could say as he shot his semen deep into Julie's vagina. She sighed and thanked goodness it was all over, as Darren rolled off her.
Within minutes Darren was gently snoring, while Julie lay quietly mopping her pussy with a tissue. She wasn't worried about pregnancy -- she was well past that at her age -- but she didn't want to find herself getting out of bed in the morning and feel Darren's semen dribbling down her leg. She didn't bother to put her panties back on. She lay there for a few more minutes, waiting for sleep to take her.
Darren meanwhile was in a dream state. Something he'd been in on several occasions. One where his wife Julie instead of being frigid was aroused and even achieved orgasm. Of course, he knew that this was never going to happen. They'd been married almost 25 years and it never had yet. Even in the first days, when he did everything he could think of, including extended foreplay, until both his fingers and her pussy were sore.
Not that sex was everything. Julie and Darren couldn't have remained together for that long unless they were very much in love with each other. He understood that there was no enjoyment in sex for her and she realised how important it was for him.
It was late June and to celebrate the quarter century of their marriage Darren had arranged for them to go to Paris for five days. He had done his research and organised the Eurostar tickets, hotel and a range of activities while they were there. He was skilled at this type of planning and took pride in knowing how much everything was going to cost (even adjusting for currency fluctuations). Trips to Versailles on the Sunday to coincide with the fountains display and an evening meal and entertainment at the Moulin Rouge were lined up and he had even listed some alternative restaurants if they fancied eating out rather than in the hotel.
As for the train journey, Darren had managed to get a deal that included a lunch on board the train, with complimentary wine. He wore a dark business suit, while she was clothed in a floral summer midi length tea dress; the thin straps covered by a jacket in the matching navy blue of her "balancing act" shoes. Knowing that it was going to be warm, she didn't bother with tights. Her legs were lightly tanned, and regular exercise had helped keep her whole body in shape. The shoes helped to place emphasis on her calf muscles.
Walking out of the Gare du Nord with their suitcases they were immediately assailed by the heat; Paris was experiencing an extended warm spell and today was no exception. It was 3pm (CET) and almost the hottest part of the day. Darren was glad that he'd had the foresight to book a hotel with air conditioning. The hotel was less than a kilometre away from the station, so they strolled along the street in the sunshine towing their suitcases until they reached it.
The heat and the aftereffects of the luncheon wine were exhausting Darren. Now in his fifties, he had been worried that the journey and activities in Paris might be a bit much for his body. He was sure he could cope with it all -- except for one thing; bed. He was sure that Julie would be expecting him to want lots of sex - even if she wasn't worried about having it herself - in an attempt to emulate their honeymoon all those years ago. So worried, in fact, that it had become part of his planning strategy to buy some Viagra (which had just become available over the counter without prescription). So, for a sum of just over £100, he had purchased a pack of 28 tablets. Goodness only knows how much it would have cost a few years ago, but he would probably have only been able to afford a pack of four. Perhaps he was being a bit optimistic, but maybe he was just thinking that he could set himself up with a supply for some time to come.
Using his smattering of French, Darren managed to make himself understood at the hotel reception and soon thereafter they were in their room.
Darren was right about Julie expecting him to be rampant; but she had decided to give him a reward for organising what was already an exciting trip. She pushed him down on the bed and unfastened his trousers. She continued to strip him until he was naked, before stepping out of her high heeled shoes and pulling her French knickers down. She playfully threw the garment at Darren's head. He caught them and held them up to admire and whistle at. He already had an erection, so Julie jumped astride him and lowered her pussy down onto his cock. Darren was surprised that she was soaking wet, but maybe it was the excitement of the journey combined with the wine.
It didn't take very long for Julie to bring Darren to orgasm. Afterwards, she removed the rest of her clothes and lay down next to him on the bed. The loving couple cuddled, enjoying the cooling breeze from the aircon.
*****
After a couple of hours Darren found himself awake. Julie was already in the bathroom having a shower. He looked down at his flaccid penis and asked himself if he would be able to get another erection later. He thought about Julie and how she still looked good with or without clothes and about their love-making session earlier, but there appeared to be no reaction from his manhood. He sighed. But was glad at his forethought to anticipate this as a problem and prepare to deal with it.
Julie came out of the bathroom. She'd been careful not to wet her hair but was still dabbing some moisture from different areas of her body with the towel. She stopped and looked at Darren before dropping the towel to one side.
"Well, what do you think Darling?" she asked.
Darren knew immediately what she meant. The usually neatly-trimmed wedge of pubic hair was gone. Instead, she was as smooth as, well.... He was lost for something to compare it to as he looked at the normally partly hidden pussy lips. Although she had been towelling her body they seemed to glisten in the light from the window.
"Come a bit closer, so I can see properly," he said. So, she sauntered across to his side of the bed.
"Well?" she asked a second time.
"Hmm. I think I may need to see just how smooth it is." And with that, he slid his hand across her lower belly and down between her legs.
She was indeed wet, and it was almost as if she sucked his middle digit into her vagina. Her flesh was incredibly smooth, her pussy was almost gaping. Julie made a sharp intake of breath as Darren's hand met her clitoris. It was usually pretty lifeless, almost numb, so it came as a bit of a surprise to feel a tingle there. She allowed Darren to finger her for longer than she should have; his dick was beginning to swell again, but she wanted to save him for later in the evening and she stepped back away from his hand.
"I think that's quite enough feeling for now." She nodded at his erection, "And I can see for myself that you approve. So, let's get dressed and go out sightseeing before dinner time."
Darren felt a bit aggrieved that she didn't want sex now, but at the same time was delighted that there was still life in the old sausage.
Julie had placed her bra and panties on one of the armchairs and then laid her other clothes over the top of them. The jacket she placed in the wardrobe, before heading back to the chair and picking up the dress.
"Why don't you put it on like that?" Darren called to her from the bathroom doorway, as he made his way to have a shower, having already laid out a casual outfit for himself on the bed.
"What, with no underwear? You must be joking," she replied. But then she noticed his hard-on nodding in her direction and made an unusual decision. She stepped into the dress, pulled the straps up over her shoulders and then sauntered across to Darren.
