Steve and I were in our early sixties the year we won the lotto. Not one of the big prizes mind you but Fifty thousand dollars after all the taxes were paid. When you had raised a family of four on twenty thousand a year and sent them all to collage it was a treasure.
We went together to collect our money. We put thirty thousand away for our retirement and then we each took ten thousand dollars. That was our no need to explain money.
I went out and bought Steve that fishing boat and motor he wanted. It wasn’t new and it wasn’t huge but now my Steve could fish in style. I liked that idea my Steve fishing in comfort and style. He was so happy he went and took a long shower and put on that after-shave that drove me crazy. I knew what that meant "little Stevie" wanted to get happy tonight too."
Sex at our age is iffy at the best of times. Thanks to Viagra it’s better then it used to be. I had bought some stuff too, so after we cuddled for awhile with Steve nibbling on me and me asking him if "I looked like a chocolate bar." He always answered the same "Nope, but sweet enough to eat" and then he did. I surprised him. I left him with a beer and a promise and went to shower.
I had bought some stuff too, and was hoping my Steve wouldn’t laugh at me. Instead of wearing the woolen long nighty with the buttons up to my neck, I was going to wear something sexy. I had purchased a Victoria’s Secrets sexy long silk red nightgown with a low neck and a long slit that showed my legs when I moved, and some very sexy thong panties to match. My Steve is a panties man. Some expensive perfume too. It smelled good and the nightgown made me feel about twenty.
Returning to the living room, I turned on the radio. Once I found my music, I slowly stripped off my robe revealing my new silky nightgown. When I saw "little Stevie", jerk, and get fatter around I knew I was on the right track.
When Steve caught sight of the panties he did more then just give me a whistle. He came to me and sliding down my body removed them with his teeth. Never in our whole-married life had he done something like that and then he licked me there. Oh wow what a feeling that was for me. I pulled his head into my body whispering "Please don’t stop".
He kept it up until weak kneed and coming in the biggest climax of my married life, I had to sit myself down.
Steve he got the old Polaroid and started snapping pictures. Good thing they were instant. Some of the things he had me do our druggist would have had a heart attack when the pictures came in.
I didn’t know my Steve had such ideas. I even took pictures of him. That was the fattest and hardest I had seen "little stevie" in years. and he hadn’t even taken any magic pills.
