Carol was in one of her blue funks. Why I didn't know, but they had been coming fast and furiously as of late. One minute, she was her normal cheerful self and the next; she was either the bitch from hell or on the verge of tears. Now it was total silence and depression.
I had asked her to accompany me on this business trip, hoping that it would help in some way. So far it hadn't helped a bit, it was actually worse. The trip had turned into an ordeal instead of a way to bring us closer together. The airport in Houston was more like an armed camp than a place to travel from.
It took four hours from the time we parked until we boarded our plane. We had been poked with metal detectors, screened by metal detectors, x-rayed, questioned, and examined to the point of frustration for me and tears for Carol. The flight to Denver was short but rough with turbulence at both ends and a jarring landing didn't help any at all.
My short meeting ended up being most of the day and half the night. By the time I got back to the hotel, Carol was asleep, aided by half a bottle of sleeping pills. She's normally a light sleeper but tonight I went so far as to check her pulse, when she didn't wake up when I came in.
I got a shower and joined her in bed. She didn't even stir when I cuddled up behind her. I went to sleep after a long period of just laying there. I was worried about her. I must have had bad dreams because I was restless and woke up often. I couldn't remember the dreams but the sense of dread built up over the night.
*****
I woke up in a cold sweat, alone in the bed. I sat upright and called Carol's name. There was no answer, so I got out of bed and checked the bathroom. The door was locked but the sounds of a shower came to me through the door. I started to knock but decided to wait a bit.
The door being locked puzzled me. Carol was no more of a private person than I was, especially between the two of us. This was just one more of the changes that I had noted. Twenty years of the one woman I had ever loved and now she was changing day by day into someone I didn't know. I was about at my wits end.
I shook my head, and caught sight of the sad expression on my face in the mirror as I called room service and ordered coffee.
*****
The coffee had arrived by the time Carol opened the door. She was wearing a short silk robe that stopped well above her knees. It made her long slim legs look even longer. She only had the two middle buttons hooked and the short dark hair of her sex flashed as she walked across the room. I felt my manhood twitch under my shorts; she was still a very beautiful woman to me even after all our years together.
At five foot seven and a hundred and ten pounds, she had kept her fine figure. Other than a few laugh lines in her face and her breasts being a size larger, she didn't look much different from when I first met her. She had always worried about her small breasts and when they grew as she had kids, she had been elated.
She didn't look at me; she just crossed to the table, poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat down across from me. I watched her closely for a moment and when she just sat there looking off into space, I said, "Look, I don't know what's going on in that pretty head of yours but I sure would like a clue. You're scaring me. I love you, I always have, and I always will. Right now, I'm very worried about you and I have been for some time now."
She looked at me for a long time before she shrugged and went back to staring off into space. I felt anger building and was about to start venting, when Carol looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. My anger vanished in a flash as I moved over to kneel next to her chair.
When I took her hand and kissed it, she let out a sob, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. I stood up and pulled her up out of the chair so I could put my arms around her. I held her tightly as she cried softly against my chest; I could feel the warm tears running down my chest. I stroked her hair and rocked her gently from side to side. I didn't know what else to do.
When she had cried herself out and was down to the sniffing stage, she finally put her arms around me and hugged me back. As I stroked her hair, she took a deep shuddering breath and let it out noisily. "The kids are gone," she said in a whisper.
"Yeah, Susie is married and Mark is in college. What has that got to do with these moods of yours?" I asked softly.
"No one needs me," she whispered back.
I hugged her tightly to me and replied in a whisper, "I need you, I need you very much. I always have and I always will. You're a part of me, a very special part."
"You have your work, your job," she whispered in an even softer voice. "I have nothing but an empty house."
"Yes I do have my job, for now," I said softly.
This brought her head up and she searched my face for a moment. "What do you mean by that?" She asked hesitantly.
I smiled down at her and kissed her on the forehead before I replied. "This trip will be my last, in about two weeks I'm retiring. By then, I'll have the right people in the right positions so I can let it go. I'll still own the company but they will run it, I'll just be a consultant and on the board of directors, if they need help."
Carol looked at me with a shocked look on her face. I grinned and asked, "What if, we spend the rest of our lives on vacation together? Anywhere we wanted to go and doing everything we've always dreamed of doing."
Carol's mouth hung open as her eyes searched my face. When I grinned and kissed her forehead again, it seemed to break the spell she was under.
"You're not kidding, are you?" She asked as a shy smile played around the corners of her mouth.
I shook my head and replied, "Nope, I'll be around so much you'll get sick of me. You name it and we'll do it, there are a hundred places we've always wanted to see and a million things we've wanted to do, now's our chance."
"You want to spend all your time with me?" She asked in a whisper.
I grinned and nodded. The next thing I knew, Carol had her arms around my neck, and was kissing the hell out of me. I did my best to kiss her back with the same building passion. When she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my hips, I knew my Carol of old was back with a vengeance.
I also knew that I was going to be late for the meeting today, that is, if I made it at all. Right now, I had something much more important to do.
I turned and walked over to the bed, where I laid us down without breaking the kiss. As my weight came down on Carol, she moaned softly and pulled me tighter against her body with her arms and her legs. After almost thirty years together, I knew exactly what that meant and surrendered to our passion.
My lower pelvis was pressed against her sex and I could feel its heat through my thin silk shorts. She tilted her hips more and rubbed against me as another soft moan escaped her lips.
She broke the kiss and whispered fiercely, "Get rid of those shorts, I want you so bad." Both of us began working at getting my shorts down.
When they were down around my knees, she started to pull at me, trying to move me up her body. I wiggled forward until the head of my dick brushed along her slit. I could feel her heat even more and how slippery she was. I marveled at the way she always responded to our lovemaking. I lowered my hips as she rocked hers upward and I felt myself slip into her slit. I flexed my hips, moving my shaft along her trench.
After a moment or two, she moaned as a shiver ran along her body. "Now," she whispered softly and relaxed her grip with her legs.
I moved up away from her and then down along her body, the head of my shaft following her slit down to touch the steamy heat of her open sex. I pressed gently forward and felt the head being enveloped by her, a hot velvety sensation that went on as she tilted her hips and forced more of me inside.
She let out a whimpering sigh as my hips once more met hers, my manhood fully seated. I held still as another shiver ran along her body and her inner muscles clamped down.
"Oh, yes," she whispered, "That always feels so good."
I smiled down at her as I rolled my hips and then took one long slow, complete stroke. Her eyes were closed and when I moved, she sucked her lower lip in with a hiss and clamped it between her teeth.
"Yes, it does and that feels even better," I answered back in the same type whisper.
She nodded and made a sound of pure pleasure deep in her throat as I made another slow stroke and paused. Then I started to move in and out of her with slow easy movements. In a moment, her hips settled into a smooth counterpoint to mine.
Our lovemaking had matured over the years from fast and furious to slow and sensuous. We had learned to take our time and enjoy each other as much as possible. I loved to watch the play of emotions that ran across her face. They along with her sounds were my clues and keys as to when to go to the next level.
I always wondered when our friends talked about their sex lives falling apart or tapering off. It made no sense to me. After we had our kids and she got fixed, I did the same. We called it our double indemnity insurance policy. It also released both of us from the worry of future pregnancies.
Not having that worry really jumpstarted our sex life again. We were as horny and carefree about our sex life as we had ever been in our teens. More so, because we had years and years of experience to draw on.
