"It's some kind of pewter, I think." said Jack. Two months ago, Jack's great uncle Stephen had passed away and left his last possessions to him. Other than his wife and her adult niece Gina (Who lived in the apartment above the garage. Kathy's sister and husband had died in a car wreck a few years earlier.) Jack was his last living relative. Stephen hadn't been well off or anything, and most the money from his estate went to settling debts, but a few bits were left. One unexpected one appeared to be some sort of metal box.
His wife Kathy took the box from him and examined it, "I think you're right. It looks like this top opens, but i don't see any hinges or anything and it doesn't just pull off." Kathy shook the box gently. There was obviously something inside. Something sandy or grainy.
"Hmm... well, whatever it is, I'll get it open soon enough. It probably is sand or something. It's a nice box though. Good to have a little something to remember him by." said Jack. The box was put off the the side on a dining room shelf and quickly slipped from both their memories.
A few months later, Jack had been feeling creative and ran out to the store on a random Saturday afternoon. He picked up everything for a gourmet meal (or as close as he could get himself) for Kathy, Gina and himself. Three steaks, ingredients for a rich onion soup, asparagus to grill and a bottle of wine or four. Later that evening, the three of them sat around the dinner table. A very filling meal combined with a bottle of wine each throughout the extended meal had not left any of them in the mood for a lot of activity, so chatting for a while seemed the way to go.
Gina, was a very nice girl. 22 years old, and a senior at the local college, she was about to graduate with a communications degree, or as she called it, the undecided degree. She seemed to be dealing with life ok. She was always a cheerful and happy child until her parents death. She was still cheerful, but you could sometimes tell her heart wasn't in it like it used to be. She had also let herself go a bit. She wasn't ugly or a big girl by any stretch of the imagination, but she definitely wasn't taking care of herself. Her shoulder length brunette hair looked like it needed the split ends trimmed away. She no longer wore makeup anymore and had put on more than a few pounds. Again, not fat, but larger than a girl of her 5'3" frame could comfortably call fit. Her social life also wasn't what it used to be with most her high school friends having gone away to college. She dated rarely and her last boyfriend was about 2 years ago. Jack had been happy to see him go. He was a bit of a troublemaker and Jack had to kick him off his property after he found him selling weed behind his garage. Gina dumped him when she found out and hadn't dated since.
Kathy seemed to be in similar shape to Gina. 40 years old and feeling run down. Kathy had worked most of her twenties to become a private practice Midwife and Advanced Practice Nurse. She and Jack had married in their mid twenties and were madly in love. At that time, her light skin, flaming red hair, blue eyes, curves like an underwear model on the frame of a marathon runner (which she was), mischievous smile, and sex drive like a teenage boy guaranteed Jack wouldn't leave her alone for more than a day in the bedroom. Their sex had been energetic, creative and intense.
Almost 15 years later however, sex had tapered off like it tends to in some marriages. Kathy had put on weight, was starting to see nothing but wrinkles on her (still) beautiful face and didn't feel sexy at all. Add in the fact the Jack had lost a good bit of hair, added about 70 lbs to his just under 6'0" frame and just didn't really do it for her anymore, and you have your issues. Kathy loved Jack. Very much. Their sex life was just a casualty of being comfortable in their lives and with each other.
Realizing that 3 bottles of wine had already been drunk, Jack went to the kitchen to get the final bottle. Secretly, he was hoping to get Kathy just a little drunker than she currently appeared to be. Jack's view on their sex life was a bit different than his wife's. He still wanted her. Constantly. He had actually stopped mentioning sex however, as the frequency of his talking about it seemed to at best put Kathy off, at worst actively upset her. He avoided the subject now except when he really needed to get laid (about once a month) or when either one or both of them were drunk.
When Kathy had a few drinks, she became a bit of an aggressor, pulling Jack's clothes off, crawling into bed and demanding he eat her out before fucking her unconscious. Jack, after a few would crawl into bed, wake her if she was asleep and simply tell her to climb on top of him and alternate between riding him and sucking his cock until the oral attention didn't get him hard anymore.
They both had the most fun after several drinks each however. The last time that had happened was on their trip to Ireland for their 10th anniversary. The final night they hit the pub and listened to an amazing local band while drinking all the Guinness and Jameson they could get in their faces. When they got back to the hotel, they were already half out of their clothes before they got to the room. As soon as the door closed, Jack grabbed the inside of her half open blouse and ripped it off her. Kathy stood shocked for a second before Jack smiled an almost evil smile and said, "Take the bra off and get on your knees."
Kathy had never seen Jack be so demanding. Part of her wanted to tell him to go to Hell, and if she was sober, she would have. Not being sober however, she noticed that her pussy actually throbbed a bit from Jack's commanding tone. She slowly reached back and unsnapped her bra, seductively letting it slowly fall off her shoulders and revealing her DD tits. If one part of Kathy's body was not showing any effects of age, it was her perfect tits. Jack once admitted that the first thing he noticed when he met her was her eyes, but the second thing he had noticed was her rack.
Kathy put her hand on Jack's chest and slowly lowered herself to her knees before him, never taking her eye's off of his. She began to work off his belt when he grabbed both her hands by the wrists and shook his head. Jack walked behind her, bent over, pulled her arms firmly, but not painfully behind her back and used her discarded bra as a makeshift restraint to hold them in place.
Shock was the look on Kathy's face when Jack came back around to her front. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked as he pulled down his pants to reveal his cock. He wasn't small, but large would have been a lie. He always said he had what he needed to get the job done, and it was true.
Jack's answer was the most forceful and dominant thing he had ever said to her. "I'm taking what's mine. You belong to me. Your mouth, your hands, your tits, your pussy, your ass. They are all mine and I will do what I choose with them. Now open your mouth."
Kathy's shock, combined with the dribble of fluid now leaking slowly out of her pussy, resulted in her jaw dropping at the sight and sound of this demanding figure her husband had become. Jack slid his cock into her mouth to the hilt on the first push. Kathy had deep throated Jack before, so the coughing from the unexpected intrusion wasn't as intense as it otherwise would have been. She still needed to pull back and cough however. Jack let her regain her composure. When she had, she looked up still amazed that this powerful seeming man was the gentleman she had been married to for a decade.
Seeing she was recovered, Jack held his cock toward her mouth, waited patiently and simply said, "Suck." She hesitated before the desire she had to please the man she loved, the alcohol, and the surprising heat she felt in her pussy won out and she closed her lips over the head of his cock.
Kathy began to bob her head back and forth slowly over Jack's member. Slowly she went deeper with each stroke until her nose was buried in his pubes and his cock was half way down her swallowing throat. Jack let her go at her own speed, enjoying the sensations of her lips, throat and tongue.
After several minutes of this treatment, he needed to cum and for that he needed speed and depth. Jack grabbed the sides of Kathy's head and began to pump himself into her face. Kathy usually didn't like Jack touching her head while she blew him. She said it felt, "too submissive." Now she simply moaned from the heat and pleasure she was unexpectedly feeling from being used like an object to pleasure her man. His desired to use her, and that need to be with her made Kathy unexpectedly hot. Knowing a man wanted her like this made her feel more desired than anything had before. Jack properly fucked his wife's face until he felt his cum boiling in his balls. Jack pulled his dick back so that only the head was in Kathy's mouth before flooding it with the largest orgasm of his life. Kathy swallowed all she could, but cum still leaked from the sides of her mouth as he finished.
Jack pulled his cock from her mouth and watched his wife lick the sides of her lips. She proceeded to clean the last drops from his only slightly deflated member. Kathy looked up to him slightly dazed. She had just been treated like a piece of meat and she found herself closer to cumming without being touched than she ever had before. Jack picked her up by her arms and sat her down on the edge of the bed without untying her. Jack proceeded to pull off her skirt and panties, leaving on her heels and thigh highs (it was their anniversary trip, and she was planning to show Jack a good time that evening anyway). Once she was properly disrobed, Jack pushed her back onto the bed, dropped down and buried his face between her legs.
Kathy had never really been one for teasing. She liked her sex fast and hard, and Jack knew it. He didn't hesitate to spread her lips and roll his tongue over her now throbbing clit like an engine at full throttle. Kathy, turned on much further than she thought she should be at this point, began to cum in moments. Her first orgasm hit hard and fast, sending a wave from her pussy up her spine and back down again. The sensitivity in her throbbing sex had already built up and she started to ask her husband to stop, the intensity of the sensation getting to be too much for her.
He did not.
He not only didn't stop, he never even paused his ministrations. Jack worked her clit like his life depended on it as Kathy began to scream from the sheer intensity of the sensations Jack was generating in her. She came again, this time her leg hooked over Jack's shoulders and her heels kicking his back, the only sign she could give in her current state that she couldn't take anymore. She needed Jack to stop.
