4 comments/ 7457 views/ 1 favorites The Rabbit Died Ch. 02 By: Pineapplelovers69 In the morning, Jeanne and I woke up to the sounds of people stirring, talking, striking their tents, and packing their gear. For a while, we lay there together under our blankets, enjoying the closeness we felt, spooned together, naked, sleepy, and happy. We considered repeating the pleasure we had shared the night before, but contented ourselves with kissing, holding each other, and talking softly. As the activity outside increased, we knew it was time to get up. "Jeanne," I said, "we should get dressed. I'll get up first. Just keep your back turned." Jeanne started to giggle. "Are you kidding? After last night? OK, sure, it was pretty dark, but still, are you serious?" "I'm just saying,..." I began. "Tell you what; I won't look if you don't. At least not too much." We laughed, shared a warm, friendly kiss, and set about finding our clothes. As we were getting dressed, Jeanne said, "Do you smell coffee?" "Tyler told me they were going to have coffee, Danish, bagels, and donuts this morning," I said. "Are you hungry?" "Are you?" "Famished," I said with a laugh. "I'll pack up this stuff later. First things first. May I escort you to breakfast, dear lady?" "Is this our first date?" Jeanne asked. "With your permission, our first date will be tonight when I take you out to dinner." "I'd like that, John. Just for you, I might actually brush my hair. I only do that for handsome men who take me to dinner, though, not breakfast. "I'm looking forward to it, Jeanne," I said seriously. "I really am." "Me too," Jeanne said. A shy softness had crept into her voice. "Come on. Let's see what sugary delights they have for us," I said, helping her to her feet. Jeanne sat at the picnic table where we had met the day before while I went to get their breakfast. At the coffee urn, I saw Sami, Carey, and Tina. As soon as the girls saw me, they stopped their animated conversation. "Morning, ladies," I said. "Hi, Johnny," the girls replied. Tina stuck out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout and put her hands on her hips. "Johnny, Sami's being mean." Carey was stifling a giggle. "What do you mean?" I asked. Carey piped up, "She won't tell us what she heard last night. She won't tell us what happened. So I guess I just have to ask you. What happened in your tent last night?" I thought I was wearing a neutral face, but Carey started to laugh. "You dirty old man, Johnny! You can't hide that cat-that-ate-the-canary smile." "OK, Sami," Tina said. "Look at his face. The secret's out anyway, so you can stop trying to protect him. Now I need details, girl. Is that woman a screamer?" "Honestly, girls, I fell asleep. I didn't hear a thing," Sami said. "Yeah, right," the other two scoffed. I went back to Jeanne, and we sat and talked, enjoying our coffee and pastry. When I went to re-fill our coffee, Sami approached me. "You owe me big-time, Johnny," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Do you think you're going to keep seeing her?" "I hope so, Sami. I really do." "Yeah, I kinda figured you would say that after last night. Oh, don't worry. I won't rat you out. I like you too much to do that, and after hearing the way she carried on, I have new-found respect for you. But you have to do me a favor." "What do you want, Sami?" I asked, almost dreading her answer. "Bring her around some time to talk to me. I want to learn some things from her. My boyfriend never makes sounds like you did." Jeanne helped me fold up my blankets and take down my tent. We packed everything in my car and said thank you to Tyler and goodbye to the girls. When we got to Jeanne's house, I walked her to the door. "Will you go to dinner with me tonight?" "I'd be thrilled, John. Where are we going?" "What do you like to eat?" John asked. Jeanne hesitated for a moment, fighting to remain a lady. It was useless. She started to laugh out loud. Not getting the joke for a second, I then joined in her laughter. Soon, we were laughing so hard, we had to hold onto each other for support. As we regained our composure, we didn't let go. We began to kiss each other again. Finally, I said, "I meant, what kind of restaurant do you like?" "Oh, sorry," Jeanne said, giggling again. "How about Italian?" "I know a great place about twenty minutes from here. Never crowded, nice atmosphere, amazing food, good wine list, sort of dressy casual. I'll wear a jacket but no tie. You'll look great in casual slacks or a skirt, or a very casual dress. 7:00 o'clock OK?" Jeanne hugged me to her. "That sounds wonderful. I really had a good time yesterday. And last night." "I did too. I can hardly wait for tonight." I kissed her, long and hard. "Who knows," she said, "you might find out how far I'll go on a first date!" On my way home after dropping Jeanne off at her house, my head was spinning. My God, the things that had happened since yesterday when I first saw her at the pig roast! We had started out in the afternoon as two strangers talking over a couple of beers at a picnic table, and had ended up spending the night cuddled nude in my tent after some of the most amazing oral sex I could ever remember receiving, or, for that matter, giving. The sounds Jeanne made as she came on my tongue made the London Philharmonic sound like a kazoo band. Tonight we were going out for dinner on our first real date, and then.... Well, I could hardly wait to find out what would happen then. I was as anxious, and, frankly, nervous as a boy on his first hot date. Things HAD to be perfect. What did I need to do to prepare? Let's see. Wash and clean out the car. Pick up my favorite sport coat and slacks at the dry cleaners. Get a haircut. Stop at the drugstore and re-fill my prescription. No, not that one. Thankfully, I didn't need the little blue pills. At least, I hope I didn't, since I didn't have a prescription for them. It was my hay fever medication that needed to be re-filled. I could do all those things on my way home. First stop was the car wash, one of those full service places where they properly wash and wax the car, thoroughly clean the interior and windows, the works. Then I picked up my dry cleaning and stopped at my favorite men's hair salon. The last stop was the drugstore. While I was waiting for my prescription to be filled, my eyes wandered to the display racks at the pharmacy counter. Hmmm, I had no idea whether I needed them, but I'd hate to be unprepared. I started checking the display of condoms. Wow, have I been out of circulation that long? When did they start making so many different types? Reservoir tips, ribbed, French Tickler, glow-in-the-dark, lubricated, flavored. Flavored? Really? Holy shit! I settled on a three-pack of basic, lubricated, reservoir tips. Three was probably more than enough for one night at the age of fifty-seven, and, sadly, I didn't need the size double-XL. After all, I'm a realist. There I was, a middle-aged guy (assuming I plan to live to the age of a hundred and fourteen!), buying a box of condoms for a first date. I felt ridiculous. I mean, hell, I have gray pubic hair! Yet I was more nervous than the night when I thought I might lose my virginity when I was fifteen. I was very aware of my age. Even though some things never change over the years, some things do. That's when I started thinking about Jeanne. It struck me that we could encounter a problem, if she was like some of the fifty-ish women I had overheard talking in a cocktail lounge on my last business trip. Could it be that she no longer produced the natural lubrication that younger women have? The solution to that problem was right in front of me, a display of "personal lubricants" which was on a rack next to the condoms. Again, I was astounded at the variety. Sensitivity-enhancing, warming, neon-colored, natural/organic, essential-oil-based,... It was then that I heard a giggle, and felt warm breath on my ear. "Johnny, the strawberry stuff really does taste good." I spun around, nearly banging heads with Sami. Carey and Tina were standing right behind her, and all three of them looked like they were going to explode with laughter. "What are you doing here?" I nearly shouted, feeling a rush of heat in my cheeks. God, I haven't blushed since I hit puberty! "They're having a special on eye make-up, and I needed to get some sunblock," Sami said, tears of mirth running down her cheeks. "I guess I don't have to ask what you're doing here." "This stuff is for a friend," I protested. Even I realized how pathetically stupid that sounded. "Yes, we know," Carey said. "We met her yesterday." "A friend with benefits," Tina said, still laughing. "Have fun tonight, stud," Sami said, wiping her eyes. Still holding on to each other, trying not to sound too hysterical, the girls started to walk away. I'm not sure which one of them said, "I wonder if he'll be walking funny tomorrow." I also couldn't tell which one replied. "I hope she'll be walking funny tomorrow!" Completely mortified, but also strangely proud, I grabbed the strawberry-flavored lube, paid for my purchases and left. Hmmm. "Stud." I liked the sound of that. *********** As soon as I closed the door, I realized what I had said. Oh god, a date. A real, honest-to-goodness date. Shit! The kind where you have to look nice, smell nice, and have a clean house to invite him back to. I looked around. Picked up – yeah. Clean? I had better get my ass moving. The first thing I did was strip down and hit the shower. I smelled like a campfire, and my clothes probably should have been buried in the back yard. I threw on some sweats, started the laundry and made a mental list. Vacuum, dust, check for beer and coffee, and work on my bedroom. I flew through the first two items on my list and dashed to the store. I picked up a six pack of beer and fresh cream for coffee. I was walking through the produce department to pick up a small bouquet of fresh flowers, when I spotted strawberries, just arrived from California. Of course, sitting with them was whipped cream. I felt this stupid grin form on my face. Why the hell not? I picked them up and put them in my basket. When I got home, I concentrated on my bedroom. Clean sheets were a must. I put everything where it belonged. I even straightened my closet. I went to retrieve the flowers and put them on the night stand, when I saw it. Oh no, I'm not going to need him tonight. For the first time in a long time, I opened the drawer and put my rabbit away. I almost felt like I was betraying him, but if all went well at dinner, he would be an intruder on what promised to be one hell of an evening. My personal prep had to be meticulous. I almost ran out of hot water, before I finished shaving my arms, legs, and yes, my pussy. I wanted this to be the smoothest, softest thing he had ever felt. I got out and was applying my lotion, and spritzed on the after-bath spray, when it happened. SHIT! Too close to the pussy! God I hate it when I do that, I thought, as the burning sensation shot through me. I put on some music and was half dancing as I approached the mirrored door on my closet. I took an honest assessment of what I saw. Nice hair, pretty eyes and smile. My skin was still good. I did not look mid 50's. What I saw next had me convinced that if I had John's telephone number, I would have canceled the date. Large, sagging, riddled-with-stretch-marks body. What was I thinking? What could he possibly want with me? I thought about what happened last night. I looked down and saw my nipples harden. I felt my clit start to pulse, at the memory of what John had done to me. Okay, Jeanne, put any second thoughts behind you. Last night was one of the most perfect nights I had ever experienced. He liked me. He wanted me. And god damn it, I have every intention of sending him home, thanking God he is a man. I finished getting ready, and took one last tour of the bedroom and bath. It looked inviting, smelled good, and had just the right amount of candles scattered around the room. I took an inventory in the mirror too. Black wrap skirt, black camisole, and apple green blouse. Although they could not be seen yet, I had on black lace panties and my sexiest black bra. Hair and make-up looked good, and I smelled great. This was it. I ran downstairs, and paced the living room. John was not late. On the contrary, I was stupidly early. I was so nervous. Last night had been so good. I just really hoped tonight would be as good. I paced for about fifteen minutes until I heard the doorbell. My mouth went dry, my palms got wet, and I felt the color drain from my face. I opened the door and there he was, smiling, and looking just as nervous as I felt. I couldn't resist. I stepped forward, cupped his face, and kissed him. Dinner was excellent. John had the veal scaloppini, and I had veal marsala. The wine was superb, the ambiance romantic, and the service professional and discrete. We talked more about ourselves, our lives, our families, and our work. The one thing we didn't discuss was the events of the previous night or what might happen after dinner. When we got to John's car, he opened my door for me. Before getting in the car, I turned to John and kissed him. What started as a gentle, warm kiss soon became passionate. When we finally broke apart, John could surely see the outline of my hard nipples poking through my blouse, and I could see the shape of his cock straining at his trousers. *********** We didn't speak at all on the drive back to Jeanne's house, and neither of us said a word as I helped her from the car and walked her to her door. She opened the front door and looked at me. "I do hope you're coming in," she said. "Thank you," I said, closing the door behind me. When I turned to look at her, I saw her nervousness. She looked like she needed a kiss. As it had been in the restaurant parking lot, the kiss started gently and warm. In seconds, our hands were struggling with the fasteners on each others' clothes. With Jeanne leading the way, we left a trail of discarded garments on the way to her bedroom. By the time Jeanne got to her bed, she was only wearing her black lace panties, and my erection was straining at my briefs, the only piece of clothing I still wore. I fell to my knees at her feet, grabbed the waistband of her panties in my teeth, and worked them down to her knees. With one hand, I pushed on her belly to make her fall backward onto the bed, and with the other, I pulled her panties the rest of the way off her and tossed them over my shoulder onto the floor. Jeanne gasped as I buried my face in her already wet pussy, moaned as my tongue worked its way between her folds to feast on her nectar, and screamed with pleasure as my teeth grazed her clit. Her hips bucked as I entered her with two fingers, and she wailed out her orgasm when I sucked her clit between my lips. But I didn't stop. When the sensation became too much for her, she pushed me away. I moved up in the bed and attacked her nipples with my tongue, lips, and teeth, licking, sucking, and nibbling. I was relentless in my passion for her, and she soon came again from breast play alone. "Good God, John, enough!" she panted. And then she smiled and said, "It's your turn now." With that, Jeanne struggled into position so she could take care of me. She grabbed my dripping cock and spread my clear fluid around the head and upper shaft, lubricating me with her hand. She pumped me as she licked my balls. When she took my sack gently in her teeth, I gave up all resistance and lay back to enjoy her. Carefully, Jeanne kissed the entire length of my throbbing shaft, and then licked a new drop of pre-cum from my cock head. "This tastes even better than it did last night," she said in a husky whisper. Then, she took as much of my length as she could into her mouth, sealed her lips around the base of my shaft, and began to suck. Her tongue danced all around the head of my cock, and I groaned my appreciation. When I began to thrust my hips in an effort to push more of my manhood into her mouth, Jeanne pulled back and released my meat with a popping sound. "Almost there, baby?" "Oh God, Jeanne, you have no idea how good that feels! Yes, I'm almost ready to cum!" "I want to drink from you again," Jeanne said, "but not this time. This time, I want you to cum deep inside me. Please make love to me, John. Its okay, I'm still on the pill. I just need to feel you inside me." "Oh baby, I want that too," I said, as i positioned myself above her. Jeanne grasped me with one hand and helped guide me to her wet opening. When we were lined up, I began to advance. As I first entered her, we both moaned with the wonderful sensation. Slowly I advanced, inch by delicious inch, until I could go no further. "My God, baby, you're tight!" I grunted. "Please make love to me!" she gasped. Slowly, we began to move against each other, me withdrawing as Jeanne eased her hips back, and then advancing as Jeanne rose to meet me. Our luxurious pace didn't last long. In moments we were fucking hard, fast, and deep. The urgency of our thrusting soon had both of us moving rapidly toward climax, but Jeanne felt hers first. The sharp inhalations of last night began again, as she felt her orgasm crash into her. I was only seconds behind, my rigid cock twitching and spurting as I filled her. When it was over, I held myself as deep inside her as I could, and we began to kiss passionately again. I did not withdraw. Instead, I rolled the two of us over so that Jeanne lay on top of me, and we continued to kiss through our exhaustion. When my cock had softened completely, Jeanne moved to cuddle against my side, and our hands remained in motion, caressing each others' skin. Finally, Jeanne spoke. "I thought we might be mature and restrained this evening. I even arranged scented candles around the room to set a romantic mood." I laughed softly. "Mature and restrained? Yeah, that worked out well." We laughed quietly together, and drew each other closer. Jeanne laid her head on my chest, running her fingers lazily through the sparse hair on my belly. When her hand went still, I smiled to myself, realizing she had dozed off. Soon, my exhaustion and contentment overcame me, too. *********** I woke before John and panicked just a bit. I quietly got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. Oh my god, I thought, thank you for keeping him asleep. Now it's a well-known fact that all women want to look their best. The reflection in the mirror was far from my best. We were talking some major repair. While the curling iron heated, I took a quick shower, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. I opted only for a little mascara, and threw a couple of curls in the hair and then smoothed and sprayed it. I grabbed my turquoise nightie off the door, spritzed on a little perfume, and then sneaked back into bed. John's back was to me, so I moved next him to spoon with him. My hand snaked around, under his arm, and to his chest. I very gently started rubbing his nipples. John started to moan, and rolled over onto his back. Eyes still closed, he moved his arm around me, and whispered, "Good morning." I continued to rub his nipples until he squirmed. "Please, Jeanne, they're so sensitive. I can't take it." "Can you take this?" I asked, moving my hand down his belly, lower, lower, until I reached his cock. With a firm grip, I started to stroke his already dripping weapon. I stroked it up and down and few times, making sure he was ready. I then pulled my nightgown up over my head and tossed it aside, rose up, straddled his cock, and with one movement, impaled myself. Slowly, I began to ride him, leaning forward so he could capture my nipples in his mouth. John played with one nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, while suckling the other. I moved my hips up and down, back and forth, while John thrust high inside me. I rode him with a passion I hadn't known in years. The Rabbit Died Ch. 03 Spring passed into summer, and summer into early fall. John and I became inseparable. We enjoyed each other's company, both in the bedroom and out of it. We found ourselves spending so much time together that, when his lease came due in early August, he moved in with me. Gail and Mark, my friends who had been at Tyler's pig roast where John and I had met, and Sami, Carey, and Tina, the young girls from his office, all helped with the move. We had a great time, and celebrated our "housewarming" with a camping party in my back yard. We began to live like a married couple, although our behavior was more like that of a pair of teenagers than of a couple who had forgotten how we had spent our fiftieth birthdays. As in most relationships, there were a few inconveniences that we had to deal with, the most major of which was the fact that John's work often required him to travel. Sometimes, he needed to make day trips, leaving at the crack of dawn to drive a few hours to a potential customer, spending the day making presentations and glad-handing, then driving home in time for a romantic late dinner and some phenomenal sex. Other times, he had to travel farther. On the mornings when he would have to leave, I would always lick him awake, and then we would make love. Our fun would continue in the shower, and on a few occasions he almost missed his flights. Most times, he would have to be away for a few days at a time, but occasionally, he would be gone for a week. We always talked on the phone several times a day, and "phone sex" in the evenings served as a substitute for what we really wanted to do. I went through a lot of batteries with my rabbit while he was away. This became a constant source of amusement for us, so much so that I would sometimes call him in his hotel room and greet him by saying, "Mr. Rabbit and I just wanted to call and say hi!" On John's first overnight trip after he and I got together, he bought me a small gift to celebrate his homecoming, and gave it to me when we went to bed. This became a habit for us. When he would come home from a trip, I would meet him at the door dressed in some sexy outfit (or sometimes completely naked), and he would give me the small gift-wrapped trinket he had brought me. Since my rabbit was a source of comfort for me when John was away, he sometimes brought me a pack of batteries in a little gift box. When John's birthday approached, we were disappointed to learn that he would be spending the few days prior, out of town on one of his increasingly annoying trips. I was upset at first, but I said that I would make the evening of his birthday, after he arrived home, very, very special. I wouldn't say anything more about what I had planned. Whenever he asked, I just gave him one of my by-now-familiar smoldering sidelong glances that told him that he was in for a major treat. On the evening of my birthday, I pulled into the driveway around 9 pm. Jeanne and I had discussed the time I would arrive. We agreed that 9 o'clock was pretty late for dinner, so we had both already eaten. I walked in the front door and was greeted by dim lighting and soft music on the stereo. With the way the house is set up, I could see from the front door that there were torches lit on the patio out back. Since Jeanne did not appear to be in the house, I went to look outside. As soon as I walked out the back door, she grabbed me from behind. "Happy Birthday, sweetheart!" she murmured in my ear. "Come see the present I got you. Well, actually, I got it for both of us." I turned and saw that Jeanne was dressed in a terry-cloth robe, and was holding one for me. Behind her on a secluded corner of the deck was a new steaming hot tub. "Wanna get wet?" she asked with a smirk. She came to me and kissed me, holding me tight against her. Our tongues quickly started to dance, and her hands grabbed me by my ass, helping her to grind her robe-covered crotch against mine. Finally, she released me and said with a smile, "Get undressed." I wasted no time, and despite the cool autumn night air, I was warm in my new, badly tented terry cloth robe. Jeanne pulled two beers from a cooler she had carried out to the deck, set them on the edge of the hot tub, and dropped her robe. The light from the torches lit her face beautifully, and accented the curves of her voluptuous body. "Let's play," she said as she lowered herself into the warm, churning water. She didn't have to ask me twice. I dropped my own robe, revealing my bobbing cock as I walked to the tub. I lowered myself into the hot water and reached for her. We resumed our passionate kissing, and soon I was fondling her breasts. She reached down and started lightly stroking my erection. "Oh God, Jeanne," I sighed. "It's good to be home. It's good to hold you in my arms. And, by the way, I like what you're doing." "Oh, yeah?" she said. "Well, I bet you'll like this even more." She began to breathe deeply, almost hyperventilating, and then suddenly ducked under the water to swallow my cock. Her lips and tongue engulfed me while her fingers fondled my balls. Several times, she came up for air, kissed me passionately, and then resumed her underwater blowjob. As wonderful as this was, I wanted more. When she came up for air again, I pulled her to me. "Baby," I said, "I want to be inside you." She gave me a look that nearly boiled the water in the hot tub. "I want you inside me, too. I need to feel your cock throbbing inside me, and I need to feel you cum inside me." I scooted my butt forward on the hot tub seat, and Jeanne squatted over me, her knees on either side of my hips. She grabbed my cock to steady it, and lowered her sweet pussy onto me. "I miss this when you're away, John. Make love to me." she said. I was only too glad to do just that. She locked her hands behind my neck, and I grabbed her ass with both my hands. Working together, we managed to splash a good amount of water onto the deck. Our lovemaking was wild, primal, and deeply satisfying. Holding her afterward, still joined, I wondered if the neighbors had heard us. "I have another birthday present for you, darling," Jeanne whispered in my ear after I had softened enough to slip out of her. "A better surprise than this?" I asked, indicating our new tub. "What is it?" "You'll find out. It's something I've never given anyone. But it's something I hope you'll really like. Don't bother asking me any questions, because I won't tell you until I'm giving it to you. Let's dry off and go inside," she said. We quickly dried ourselves and put on our robes. Jeanne took my hand and led me inside. "Give me one minute, and then come into the bedroom," she called over her shoulder as she walked down the hall. I counted off the time, wondering what the next present would be. After a minute had passed, I followed her to our room. A dozen scented candles lit the room, filling the air with the smell of autumn spices. Jeanne was standing next to the bed, nude and beautiful, holding a small box topped with a bow. "Is this my present?" I asked. "It's something you'll need to get your present. Open it." Eagerly, I tore off the paper and opened the box. Inside was a tube of lube. "Now that's an interesting present," I said, leering at her. "I told you, that's not the present. It's what you'll need to get your present. You're the only one who will ever get this present, and I really want to give it to you." "OK," I said, a little puzzled. "What's the present?" Jeanne shot me one of her smoking looks, came over to me, and began stroking my cock. She then knelt in front of me and took me in her mouth, sucking and licking me the way she knew I liked. When I was almost painfully hard, she stopped. She stood and smiled at me. "You know how much I like looking at some of the videos on the web?" "Of course, honey. We've watched a number of them together." "Well, it was a few of those videos that made me decide to give you this last present," she said. She turned and positioned herself on the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. "I want you to take my anal virginity." "I've never done anal," I said. "I know," she replied. "But I want us to learn together how good it might be. Spread some lube on your fingers and work them into my ass. From what I've learned on the web, you'll need to stretch me a little before you can enter me. Then smear some lube on that cock of yours that I love so much, and see if you can enter me. I'll do my best to relax." From our first time making love, I had marveled at how tight Jeanne's pussy was. But that was nothing compared to the sensations I soon experienced. Slowly, carefully, I entered her. I was very afraid that I might hurt her, but soon she was pushing herself back onto me, until my cock was completely buried in her ass and my balls were slapping her pussy. "Oh my God," Jeanne moaned. "That's so good. I think I'm going to cum really hard from this." "Let's see what we can do about that," I said. I reached around her and began to play with her clit. "Oh, yes!" she panted. "Oh God, that feels wonderful!" Our thrusts increased in speed and depth until I was pounding her. At the same time, I was fingering her pussy and rubbing my thumb in circles around her pearl. This felt so good that I wanted it to last all night, but all too soon I felt the cum boiling in my balls. "I'm going to cum, baby," I grunted. "Me too," she gasped. Suddenly, I felt her vagina squeezing and pulsing on my fingers. She duplicated this with her rectal muscles on my manhood. It was too much for me, and in no time I was jetting spurt after spurt of my cum deep into her bowel. When we were done, we both collapsed in exhaustion. After we had caught our breath, we both said, "Did you like it?" We laughed, weak, tired, and happy. "Oh Jeanne," I sighed, "that was amazing." "I take it you liked it," she giggled. "I know I sure as hell did. I can hardly wait to do that again." "So this wasn't a one-time thing?" I asked. "I sure hope not," Jeanne said. "I love pleasing you, and you surely pleased me." I was in love. God, at my age, I was in love. We talked about being together forever, but we never spoke of marriage. We really didn't need it. We lived and loved with such passion, and we experimented when we wanted. Hell, John even bought us handcuffs and a blindfold to play with. We enjoyed life and each other, and our lives were never boring. With his travel, our moments together were always incredibly special. Or was that because we loved as deeply as we did? Was that because we appreciated what life was offering us, at our ages? And it wasn't just when we were physically together. When he couldn't be with me, we had amazing phone sex. I would light my candles, get out my trusty rabbit and together we would get off. I think for me, it was his voice; the richness of it, telling me what he wanted to do to me, and my hearing his voice catch as he came. I loved to hear him cum. One night when he called, he could tell something wasn't right. I couldn't believe it myself. Not now. "Baby, what's wrong? Don't try to hide anything from me; I can tell you're upset," John said, reading me like a book. "John, I don't know how to tell you. I know you won't think it's so bad, but I do. Oh God...," my voice began to crack. "John, the rabbit died." I never heard John ever sound nervous, but I swear I heard him gulp. "The rabbit died? Are you sure Jeanne? I mean, was there a test? It really died? I didn't think that could happen." "Of course I'm sure, John. And of course I tested it. How else do you think I would have found out? I even tried changing the batteries, but it's dead. Completely dead," I said, tears forming at my loss. "Batteries?" John sounded surprised. "You need batteries for a pregnancy test?" "What the hell are you talking about, John? What pregnancy test? My rabbit died!" John sounded relieved and started to laugh. "Oh baby, I'm sorry, but when you told me the rabbit died, I thought you meant you were pregnant. Come on, you remember when they used to say that when a woman found out she was pregnant." I started laughing through my tears. I now understood what I had said and how ridiculous I had sounded. "Oh no, my love, I killed my toy. The thing won't move, no matter how I coax it. And you know what hell I went through to get it. I don't want to do that again." "Jeanne, honey, I think I know enough places that we can both go to, to find a replacement for him. In the meantime, half my trip got canceled, so I'll be home around seven tomorrow night. You won't need the rabbit." True to his word, John walked in the door just before seven. I had candles burning, wine breathing and dinner laid out in the dining room. I wanted him to feel special, so I turned on some soft Celtic music for background, and dressed in my sexy, little, black dress and blood red stilettos. When I wore this dress, I felt gorgeous and sexy, and I knew what his reaction would be. Our reunion was tender, loving and passionate and we didn't fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning. I surprised Jeanne with breakfast in bed the next morning. Just as she was so good about licking me awake, I figured turn-about was fair play. It was music to my ears when I heard that inhaled scream from her orgasm. Every day should start out that well. We managed to tear ourselves away from the bedroom, and get ready to go out and shop. I knew exactly where to take her to replace her beloved rabbit. I drove about fifteen miles out of town, on the highway that ran along the river. Discreetly nestled among the other shops was "HIZ-N-HURZ", adult toy store. It was what I considered a more upscale, low-key establishment. Jeanne's eyes widened when we pulled up. "John, I don't know if I can go in there with you. I mean, what if someone sees us?" "Who's going to see us, who isn't a customer here themselves? Besides, you know I'm traveling again next week. I don't want you to be alone." I could tell Jeanne was pleasantly surprised when we walked through the front door. The store was decorated more like a bed and bath shop, than a porn and video store. There were vignettes of sexy boudoirs and romantic bath settings. The lingerie was naughty, but nice. I could see her eying the crotchless panties and peek-a-boo bras, and I wondered if I were going to get a gift, too. We made our way past the bedrooms, clothing, jewelry and books, to the back of the store, where the toys were displayed. "Oh my," Jeanne breathed. "I don't think I've ever seen so many different sizes, colors, and shapes. At least, not in the store I was in." Jeanne started walking down the first aisle. "How the hell am I supposed to choose?" I was trying to be helpful, honest I was. I picked up the first package I saw. It was an eighteen inch black dildo. "Honey?" Jeanne turned bright red, but started to giggle. Thank God she has the same sense of humor I do. I put it back, and went to hug her. She raised her head to kiss me, and ground herself against my cock. "Let's be realistic," she said. "Nothing can compare to you." We acted like a couple of silly kids, laughing at the ridiculous items that were for sale. There were all sorts of vibrators, dildos, anal toys, masturbators, and dildo harnesses. There were even vibes for men, but we didn't go there, if you know what I mean. She tried to talk me into a vibrating cock ring, but somehow the thought of having something clamped around my dick (other than Jeanne's mouth) did absolutely nothing for me. Jeanne finally decided on a new rabbit-style vibe. This clitoral bunny had seven functions, three levels of vibrations, one level of escalation and three progressive patterns of pulsation. The glow-in-the-dark toy had a beaded g-spot shaft with six independent speeds of rotation and an array of strobe lights. I kid you not when I tell you it was more complicated than the inside of a cockpit, but if it made her happy, far be it from me to question all the bells and whistles. I wasn't sure what she would do with all that stuff, but also decided that maybe I could help her experiment. On the way to check out, I noticed Jeanne did pick up some lingerie and try to hide it behind her back. The clerk looked more like someone's gray-haired old grandfather, than someone you might see selling sex goods. We paid for our purchases, but as we turned to leave, he gave me a huge grin and a thumb's up. Now I was the one who was blushing. So, how can I bring our story to a graceful end? Well, there really is no way. "They lived happily ever after" sounds so lame. I will tell you, many happy hours were spent with our new pet, both together and while we were apart. And this is one rabbit that did not die.