Not Quite Nasimi's Pillows
by tannim
January 22, 2014

	"Where is that woman?" Ossec peered at the clock again, then scraped at the block of wood in his hand more roughly with the metal rasp. "She should have been back hours ago."

	Another few minutes and the elderly koala climbed to his feet and tossed the misshapen bit of wood onto the scrap pile.  He'd been in the mood to be amorous since his wife had called him with a promise of a long hot afternoon.  She'd even told him to find a few pictures on their shared computer.

	After he had, he'd been ready to go for an hour before finally softening up.  Nasimi did look good on her back with her breasts and legs spread apart.  Even better with her long teat-like nipples being jerked off in each hand.  If only she'd shown up so he could see it live.

	Ossec checked their answering machine in case he hadn't heard a message.  She was going to be home late, though she didn't say why.  The old man looked down at his sawdust covered apron and sighed.  He'd have to take care of it himself.

	One of Nasimi's bras caught his eye while in the bathroom washing up.  It held the curve of her chest well with some towels in the cups.  The thought of sliding his dick and balls into her cleavage had him imagining new possibilities.  New sexual ideas were uncommon for him at seventy nine, but when he had one, they were usually enjoyable.

	Naked and clean and more than a bit horny, Ossec flopped one of the large pillows from their bed onto their large couch and sat the bra on top of it.  He leaned down and sniffed, then smiled.  It still smelled of her musk.

	Picturing her laying on the couch wearing those large cups, he stroked his fuzzy chin in anticipation.  His age sagging muscles tightened as he awkwardly mounted and straddled the pillow.  It was embarrassing.  It was actually embarrassing him to press his dick and nuts to that bra on that pillow.  Of course, that embarrassment inflamed his lust too.

	He felt younger, too, doing something so silly.  Both hands squeezed the pillow to make a sort of cleavage and the soft cup of his lover's bra squeezed around him.  His long age stretched scrotum joined his dick in the crease after tugging it up and it added a wonderful fleshy component to the fabric while experimentally thrusting.

	Ossec had to adjust his position several times before finding the most comfortable.  How hard to squeeze the pillow, where to put his feet, side on to the couch or facing forward.  At last though, he got over the awkwardness and embarrassment and his old hips rutted into the artificial chest almost as he would the real thing.

	Soon he lost himself in the act, aged chest rising and falling rapidly as his pleasure built.  There was a unique sound and friction to fucking the pillow.  His dick slid in and out of that fold on the bra cup to make that rapid sort of cloth-like zip noise.  Precum leaking out changed the pitch a bit as well as steadily making it more slick.  It made his own lengthy scrotum slick as well, which gave his fake lover a surprisingly realistic feel.

	The old koala stared down at the bra and pillow above it, still picturing his wife under him instead and just kept hunching his hips.  Even when the door opened and Nasimi came in he was too focused on his lustful grunting thrusting pleasure to notice.  His dick was slick and she could tell he was close just from the familiar noises he made with each rapid breath.

	Nasimi just watched him, having to cover her muzzle with a hand to keep from laughing, for a few seconds before pulling the camera from her purse.  She used her own real breasts and the cart they rested on as a steady surface to aim and take the picture.  Several more followed with her moving around the room for better angles.  Ossec would have quite an interesting find when she wanted to show him the next batch of personal pictures.

	Until then, however, she put it back in her purse and heaved her chest off the cart to join him.  Nasimi pressed her breasts to his back and wrapped them and her arms around him.  He jerked back violently in startled surprise then stiffened in orgasmic relief when he came almost that same instant.

	His wife stroked his age wrinkled but still beautiful face and chest throughout his orgasm.  She loved the softness of his loose pelt over the still mostly firm muscles and she loved feeling them clenched from sex especially.  Her touch kept him smiling throughout his afterglow with her never letting up her groping touches until he'd fully finished.

	"Mmm... Did you finish?" She kissed his large fluffy ear after he mumbled a yes and considered what to say next. 'So who is your new friend?' gave way to 'Are you cheating on me with the furniture now?' with a few others, but she finally just tapped his nose lightly and settled for something simple. "Looks like you're doing the laundry tonight."