It is Monday, garbage day. Already my fun meter pegged out as I carted garbage cans to the curb. If taking the garbage out is the high point of my day, I am doomed.
The weekend was full of unbridled sex and debauchery, wine, weed, and women, in my mind anyway. The weekend did have its share of wine and weed; the Internet provided the women and my hands provided the sex and debauchery. However, I am satisfied with the arrangement.
The newest game in my arsenal involves dildos of different sizes and my ass filled with them while I stroke my cock. Since I am not into scat, I also like to take long hot enemas to clear my ass of shit before anything else. I spend two to three hours giving myself enemas. I start with small amounts of hot water and build up to almost two quarts. I retain the water as long as possible and enjoy feeling the hot water invade my colon. When I finish a round of enemas, my ass is clean enough to eat.
Before you begin thinking how pathetic my life is, you need the back-story: I am 63 years old and enjoy a mostly comfortable life. I am married to a woman who was once the hottest woman I knew. She loved sex and we fucked like rabbits, then menopause set in and her hormones dried up and so did sex.
Therefore, I need the Internet as an outlet. Wine and weed, and other smokeable spices, occupy my rational mind. I do have escapes from what is my reality and try to escape at least twice a month to the lake. My wife does not enjoy coming to the lake any longer and allows me my couple weekends a month on my own.
Most weekends I hang out with neighbors, drink beer, and tell stories that are as much true as they are laced with a lot of bullshit. Some weekends my 30-year-old daughter comes for lunch and a couple hours of conversation getting caught up with her life.
My daughter is not married and her life is not full of intrigue although it is full of work problems and boyfriend problems when she has a boyfriend. She has known for some time my dilemma at home and even knows what I do to take the edge off. Okay, she does not know about enemas and dildos.
She called thinking I might escape this weekend and asked if she could come visit "and just hang out for a while." We agreed on a time and while I waited, I got the cabin in order for a weekend of escaping.
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Amber works hard to keep her figure tight as it was in her younger days of high school and college. She is five feet one inch, about 108 pounds, with a petite firm figure. In many ways Amber is hot as her mother was and as a modern single woman, she is hotter in many ways. She knows I appreciate her appearance as I often tell her how lovely I think she looks.
Sometimes, my fantasies include her; I suspect she knows that as well, albeit never spoken of. Amber arrived with an overnight tote.
When she reached the door, Amber gave me a fierce hug and a brief kiss on my lips. Neither of these is overly sexual, yet we both know how emotionally lifting a hug and kiss is.
"What's with the overnighter? Are you actually going to accept my open offer to stay the weekend with me?" The answer was obvious considering the tote.
Amber nodded and went directly to the bedroom.
One bedroom, one bed, and it seems she just commandeered it. The door closed and I heard her opening the closet, the closet where I store my toys. I do not hide them and was fully aware she would see them.
The bedroom door opened and Amber stepped out in a bikini that uncovered more than it covered. "I am going out on the deck for some of this warm spring sun. You need to tell me about your enema bag and dildos. Change and come out with me."
Amber's comments were nonchalant, no surprise or questioning. She knows I like to experiment and sometimes it is a real turn on for me when we talk about it. I can only presume Amber feels the heat as well. I changed and followed her out.
The deck is built high overlooking the lake. At 15 feet above the ground, it is hard to see up onto it and the design of the railing blocks direct eyesight anyway. When I reached the deck, Amber was already stretched out on a lounge chair looking far too sexy. I did nothing to hide the rising tide of sexual emotion.
"Not much to look at is it?" Amber's teasing was not lost on me.
"I don't see how you could have less on. You are making the dirty old man come out of me."
"Is that what you call that thing I see sprouting. I was contemplating an all over tan."
"You don't have to be modest on my account."
We were being overtly sexual in a way we never had before. I began realizing that Amber has an agenda for the weekend; she confirmed it by taking off her top. Her firm 34A breasts stood proud on her chest and her tiny nipples were cute pink buttons capping her creamy flesh. I took a lounge chair next to her.
Amber rustled a bit then I noticed with great astonishment, all her rustling around left her naked. "Dad, I'm naked."
"Very naked," I answered as I stared at her hairless pussy with a very prominent bulge announcing my male parts in full bloom. I began easing off my shorts as Amber watched.
As my cock came into view, Amber no longer contained herself, restraint disappeared. She moved from her recliner to kneel next to mine. I watched her hand encircle my cock as her mouth opened to take me in. We both sighed.
Amber sucked me well and I came much sooner than I wanted to. I barely gave a warning before starting to paint her tonsils. Amber swallowed every drop and continued sucking long after I wilted. "Your sperm made me and now your sperm is in me."
"Come lay beside me, Amber." The lounge chairs were wider than normal deck chairs and two people could comfortably lie on one. As Amber stretched beside me, our faces met; I cupped my hands behind her head and pulled her into a kiss. Amber moved to lie directly on top of me. I felt her breasts boring into my chest as my hands began caressing her back and reaching for her cute warm butt.
