It's been one month since we last made love. How time flies! When we were young, we used to make love every day, sometimes several times a day! We would pull the blinds down and walk around the house naked. Your dick was hard all the time back then. I would be in the kitchen, cooking, bending down to get something out of a drawer, and you'd walk up behind me, enter me, and hold on to my hips as you fucked me doggy-style. Or you'd be lying on the sofa, watching a nature show on TV, and I'd sneak up on you and take your dick in my mouth and suck on it, and once it was all hard and slick, I'd straddle you like a horse, and ride you all the way home. We were so young and strong and vital then. My juices were always flowing, and I hardly ever saw your dick in any other form than erect and eager.
Today, 40 years later, we are older and fatter, and we need more foreplay to get ready, both of us. Sometimes we even have to resort to lube and viagra. Our bodies grow old and weak, but our love and lust for each other still burns strong. Your hair is grey, your belly is round; gone are the black curls and the rock-hard abs that turned me on. My breasts are hanging down, I've lost my waistline.
You still have that huge fat cock that I love to suck; my butt is even more voluptious now than in my youth.
You come to bed, you kiss me, and my hand goes down to the bulge in your shorts.
"Feeling a little loving tonight?" you say, smiling.
"Yes..."
I move my hand inside your shorts, I take ot your limp dick, and I move down in bed so that I can take it in my mouth. Even in this condition, it fills up my whole mouth. I feel your hand pulling up my nightgown. You caress my butt, take a handful of it, squeeze it, pinch it, it turns me on, I want you, I double my efforts, I suck on your dick, I play with your balls, you're getting a little harder. You put a finger inside me, I'm clenching it with my muscles, I want more than just a finger, I want your stone-hard manhood, pounding me hard, like when we were young!
"You're very wet tonight," you whisper. "We don't need any lube."
"I've been lying here thinking about how we used to make love when we were young," I tell you. "It made me all excited. Do you remember when we first moved into this house? We made love in every room..."
