That morning I was emersed in writing a particularly steamy passage for my latest erotic masterpiece. It was based on an actual experience I had with my wife and as I recalled the events I became aware that I was now sporting a full blown hard on. I was just moving it around a bit to relieve the constriction in my shorts when the door of my home office opened and someone started slowly walking down the wooden steps. I was working at a table in our lower level rec room and since the stairs are not carpeted, its impossible to come down them silently in high heels. My brilliant deduction was that it was my wife Samantha.
Without turning around I called out.
"Good Morning Sweetheart, to what do I owe the pleasure of your most welcome visit?"
The sound of her heels stopped as she reached the landing and I swiveled around to greet her. There posed with one hand on a tanned hip and the other clutching a bottle of suntan oil was my nearly naked wife. I say nearly because her short cotton robe was deliberately open displaying a tantalizing view of beasts and bare pussy.
"Husband dearest, you've been working your smutty book for at least three hours. Its now 11:30, the sky is blue and the temp on our patio is 81 degrees. Your wife is horny as a goat, seriously considering sex this afternoon and wants to know if you will join her today or are you so tied up writing your filth that you don't have time to soak up a little sun with your sweetie."
Not waiting for my answer, she shrugged her shoulders and her coverup floated to the floor.
"Keep in mind dear that these filthy novels contributed 120K to our retirement income last year." I replied.
To that she stuck her tongue out and fake pouted. I swiveled to fully face her as she crossed the room to me with her girls cutely bouncing with each exaggerated step. Setting her bottle of sun screen next to my laptop, she put her hands on my shoulders. A delightful female scent waifed up from her naked body and as usual all of my sex receptors switched to high gear. Slipping my hands around her tiny waist I grasped the firm cheeks of her butt and pulled her closer so that I could nuzzle her tits and perhaps her pussy.
With a little squeal she half heartedly tried to get away saying.
"Later stud. I only need you to put suntan lotion on my hard to reach places and then if you've done a satisfactory job will I allow you to defile my pure and innocent body."
"Hardly pure and innocent girl. You know damn well that every one of my slutty characters is based completely on you."
She ignored my words and rubbed her pussy against my lips as my tongue reached out and teased her clit out of its hiding place.
"Oh you beast. Help, Help I'm being ravished by a sex fiend. Sir, I'll give you exactly thirty minutes to take your tongue out of my pussy or I shall be forced to cry out even louder for assistance."
Thirty seconds later she froze and came quivering against my tongue.
"Oh you devil I wanted to save that one. I don't know who taught you but your tongue and my clit are a magical combination."
I pulled her down onto my lap and as she came she cleverly avoided my attempts to spear her with my upright cock that had somehow made its way out of my shorts.
"Seriously Jason, the sun is perfect and we can play later."
"But the sexiest woman in the Western Hemisphere is sitting here on my lap, I've got a serviceable hard on and and I can smell that you are ready to go."
"That's sweat from my workout and wait a minute, you just mentioned one hemisphere. Yesterday you used the term world and if I recall last week it was the universe. Am I being demoted in my old age?"
"Who's old?"
"I'm 81 jerk and if failing memory serves, you were just 83."
"Age is just a number girlfriend. The way you work out and take care of your body you'll make it to 120"
"Thats bullshit and you know it. I've had a dozen surgeries including a double mastectomy and I'm a scarred up old crone."
"Since you're bringing up that old crap again can I assume that its time for sunscreen?"
She didn't answer me but she nudged the bottle closer to my hand.
I stood her up in front of me and opened the lotion as I admired her naked body from unbound shoulder length white hair to her dainty painted toes. I began slowly rubbing the lotion into her body.
"I'm starting with your beautiful face, all I can see of a scar is that tiny one on your chin that you cut when I was fucking you from behind on that rock climbing adventure in the eighties. Moving on down, your throat is unblemished and it blends beautifully with the new breasts you got a few years ago. Those big old sagging D's gave way to these wonderfully perky B's. They were even able to save your original nipples that you let me play with way back in High School. With your tan I can only make out the faintest circle around each nipple and those little lines on the bottom of each breast just adds charm to the landscape. I look at them as a road map for my tongue to trace."
As I massaged in the lotion her eyes closed as I repeated the well worn story of her various surgical scars all the way down to her knees. All of them were actually only tiny little white lines that showed up more in the Sommer because of her tan. We had paid top dollar to make them unobtrusive and for all but her, they were. I looked at them as a reminder of how the body that I loved so much had been repaired and restored to my loving arms. Ten minutes of slow loving application of lotion and I was able to say.
"There, we are done except for a little touch up when you lay down outside."
"Thank you my dear. Now please can you and your lovely hard cock come out to the patio with me?"
