4:30 A.M.
"What a terrible time to get up," I thought as I slipped quietly out of bed, "but the best time to run." I quietly dressed in my shorts and T-shirt, then tip-toed out of the bedroom. No sense in waking Suzi up, it had been too hard for her to fall asleep last night.
After my warm-ups and stretching, I was on the road, pounding out my five kilometers to keep myself in shape. Running is a good time to think, and I had a lot to think about.
Suzi had moved in with me about three months ago, and everyday since we had grown closer. Things that had been old and mundane became new and exciting. Of course, much of that was life experience, since I am 47 years old and she is less than half, only 22 years old.
The trouble was, one of Suzi's dreams was to have children, and I had a vasectomy after my son, Ben, was born, 22 years ago. She fell for me anyway, and was willing to live sans children. Out of love I had told her we could look into adopting as a way to have a family.
Every adoption agency turned us down flat. We told them we would be married. We told them how much money we make. We touched every base, we dotted every "I" and crossed every "T", we promised them everything. Every one of them turned us down. The worst thing was, it was my fault. I was too old. We received the final rejection yesterday.
I held her in my arms for over an hour last night while she cried. I didn't say a word. I couldn't. What is there to say when you're the answer to one of her dreams and the reason she couldn't have the other one? The perfect conflict, full happiness and complete disappointment.
When I checked with my doctor, she told me too much time had elapsed to be able to reverse the old operation.
There was only one option. An option that made me sick to my stomach. An option that might break us apart if I did no more than suggest it. The option that would give my love her heart's desire, might make her turn away from me, or me from her.
An anonymous sperm donor. Someone to make her pregnant, then go away and never, ever come back.
Could I stand by and let that happen? No! I knew it wasn't me. Never had been, never will be. But if I really loved her, I had to swallow my pride and give her the choice. It's better to let her know I care than have her ever think I'm hard hearted.
Finishing my run and started my cool down, I made my decision. Tonight. I would, as tactfully as possible, raise the subject tonight. It won't be made any easier by waiting.
Morning routine provided a welcome respite from thinking. Make the coffee, set the table for breakfast, get out the food, start plans for a romantic dinner so we could have a talk.
Suzi came into the kitchen at six o'clock looking sleepy, rumpled, and adorable. All my firm resolve disappeared. How could I even think such a thing? On the other hand...
Our work time flew by. The combination of challenging work and good company made the day pass quickly. (Suzi and I work together as partners, see Ch. 1). We were soon on our way home. I suggested we eat out, since neither of us is a good cook. Suzi quickly agreed and we decided to eat Italian that night. We went home, cleaned up and were soon off to Luigi's.
I had only water with dinner, because I was driving, but I encouraged Suzi to have wine. Neither of us drink much, but we both know Suzi gets more, shall we say, amorous, when she's had wine. She suspected I had plans for her, so she willingly has three glasses. I tried twice to bring the subject up, but wasn't able to. I decided maybe in bed that night.
Suzi was indeed tipsy from the wine. She hung on my arm as we left the restaurant, walking close and rubbing my arm with her tits. When we were in the car, she leaned against me and ran her hand up my leg and caressed my cock. Then she grabbed my hand and put it into her crotch. I rubbed her a few times, then put my hand back on the wheel. I left her hand where it was. After all, it wasn't unsafe.
No sooner had I parked the car in the garage than Suzi had my pants unzipped and my dick in her mouth. She had always been good at giving head, but since moving in, she had learned my preferences perfectly. Swallow as much as will fit, suck hard while pulling away, kiss and lick the head, then re-swallow while scraping the sides lightly with the teeth. Repeat as needed. It only took a few minutes until I was ready to cum.
"Whoa," I said, "not so fast, Baby Doll. You don't want this to end too soon, do you? We have all night, and I want to use it."
"Oh, spoil-sport! I was just starting to enjoy it. Why do I have to stop now?" Suzi pouted.
"Let's go inside. It'll be more comfortable, and beside, there's something I want to talk about."
"Okay, but you have to leave it hanging out. No tucking it away for modesty."
So, with my hard penis pointing the way, I got out of the car and went inside.
As soon as we were inside, I turned to Suzi and said, "Honey, there's something important I want to talk ab... Mmmph." Suzi had thrown herself into my arms and planted a big juicy kiss on me.
"Enough talk, cowboy! How about a little action?" Suzi growled, and started pulling my shirt off. Then she opened my pants and pushed them to the floor. "That's more like it! Race you to the bedroom!" She said, then turned and ran.
Take it from me, it's not possible to run with your pants around your ankles. "You better be naked when I get there," I shouted after her, as I struggled to get my shoes off. Finally unclothed, I started to running upstairs to the bedroom when the phone rang. I should have let the machine get it, but without thinking, I reached out and answered it.
"What?" I growled.
"Right! And a cheery hello to you too, Dad." It was my son, Ben.
"Not a good time to talk, Son. I'm kinda in a hurry."
"Dad, you're an old goat! I just called to see if you and Suzi would like to go on a picnic with Zoë and me tomorrow?"
"Love to, Ben. Have Zoë call Suzi in the morning with the details. Good-by," I said, abruptly hanging up.
When I got to the bedroom, Suzi wasn't there. I looked around and found her in the shower. "Hey," I yelled through the shower door, "I thought you were in a hurry."
"Well, Flash, you took so long to get here, I thought I would have time to sober up, have a shower, do my nails, and write a story for Literotica. Who was on the phone?"
Since I was already undressed, I stepped into the shower with her. "It was Ben. He wanted to know if we would like to go on a picnic tomorrow with Zoë and himself. I told him to have Zoë call you in the morning as we were kind of busy right now."
"Picnic? Sounds like fun. Here, put this soap to good use. Wash me there, and there, and, OHHH, yeah, right there!"
The last was said as I rubbed a soapy hand on her swollen pussy. I love it when Suzi takes a shower before bed, it means she wants oral sex, my second favorite activity.
Suzi rinsed off as I quickly washed. Then we dried each other and ran into the bedroom. "Lie down. I want you to do something for me," said Suzi.
I laid down in the middle of the waterbed. Suzi crawled up over me until she straddled my head and her pussy was right over my mouth. "Okay, big boy, do your thing," she said, lowering herself down.
"Oh, yes," I thought, starting to lick gently, "if I ever die from suffocation, I hope it's this way." I licked softly, I licked hard. I plunged my tongue into her hole, and flicked the tip over her clit. I used my tongue, my lips, and my hands. She showed her appreciation by rubbing herself all over my face. I soon had pussy juice on my cheeks and nose and chin. I reached up and started to play with her tits, pulling on the nipples and rubbing each one hard. Slipping two fingers from the other hand into her cunt, I started sucking hard on her clit.