Regrets
Copyright (c) 2020 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.
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The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living, dead or fictional is coincidental. All characters mentioned herein that participate in sexual activities are adults (18 years of age or older).
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In the morning light, I roll over to stare at my wife as she sleeps naked beside me, something she rarely does. I guess we both just fell asleep after making love last night.
I sigh. She turns her head and cracks an eye.
She arches an eyebrow. After forty years together, I don't need words.
"Just staring at your beauty," I say lovingly. "I love waking up to your naked tits in the morning. A sight I regret that I don't get to see much anymore."
She pushes my head away just as I latch onto her teat with my mouth. I am rewarded however briefly with the feeling of her nipple hardening in my mouth.
She sits up and declares, "I'll be back, you old goat. I have to pee."
With that, I watch her naked ass retreat.
A few minutes later, I get rewarded with the full Monty as she returns to the bed in her naked glory. My hand reaches down and I begin to stroke myself. She looks interested but distant as she queries me, "You didn't get enough last night?"
My eyes scan her like a Lidar machine as my soft appendage begins the fight towards the semblance of a hard-on.
"When have I ever not enjoyed staring at a beautiful naked lady?" I respond to her question with one of my own.
She cups her breasts so they no longer sag and for a moment I remember her 18 year old breasts I first started fooling around way back then. We thought we were such hot shit back then.
Without thinking, a nagging thought pushed from the back of my head and out my mouth. "Why were we the generation that got punished?"
Her eyebrows, those so expressive eyebrows, furrowed in confusion as she climbed back into bed. I stared at her well-manicured pubic hair covering her mound and I longed to dive in.
But that thought would not go away. "We were either too young or too old for everything."
"We were too young to go to Woodstock. We were too young to get wasted when using drugs was good. All ever we got was 'Drugs are bad' and 'Just Say No'. And now that weed is legal we are too old to start.