4 comments/ 28381 views/ 5 favorites They Love Each Other By: oldmarriedcyclist My wife Joan is 62 years old. She is a doctor and a dancer; her lifelong devotion to the art has kept her slim and strong, with great vitality, despite thinning skin, age spots and thickening around the middle. I am passionately drawn to her, find her very attractive, love her with a depth I never knew was possible, and want to fuck her often. (All you young people out there, just because we're old it doesn't mean we're dead. We are hot, passionate, sexual animals with all the desires we had when we were young, just a bit of a different rhythm. Yes, kids, your parents and your grandparents are still fucking each other, no matter how old they are. It's not gross, either. It's beautiful. ) I'm also am fit and strong from cycling and dance. We met at 21, married at 25 and have been married for 36 years, and other than a little indiscretion of hers right after we got married, completely faithful to each other; in body, at least. I suppose you could call my active fantasy life an act of faithlessness, but if any harm is done there it's more likely to me, although she inevitably gets caught in the backwash. I alternately cherish and feel imprisoned by my fantasies, but, as a typically self centered male it has always seemed perfectly reasonable to me that she would joyfully participate, too. I mean, why not make me happy? She's even done most of it at one time or another. The logic is unassailable, yes? Actually, no. Unfortunately for my fantasy life, she is not a fantasy woman, but is an actual woman, with a very busy life full of competing demands, and meeting my sexual fantasies is pretty low on her priority list. Over so many years, marriages change as the individuals in the marriage change. She's been satisfied with the time we carve out weekend mornings for simple, loving sex; time to even develop the framework for fantastic sex has been extremely hard to come by. For most of our years, we took occasional long weekends to go away and have a lot of sex of varying degrees of intensity, but over the past several years a change had come on her. It turned out she felt she "had been doing it for me," and even though she loved it in the moment, there was a deeper disconnection for her because the stimulus came from me. Despite the undeniable fact that she had pleasure and passion, because I left no space for her to originate an experience she didn't own it. And menopause changed her as well. Her need to satisfy me was less. I got angry, I got frustrated, I pleaded, I withdrew, but I couldn't find the right formula. It been a multi-year project to discover how to present my sex to her as an ocean she could jump into and swim around in instead of a waterfall that crashed down on her head. I was obsessed with an idea of what good sex was, and if she didn't meet that ideal, I was unhappy. I had to let go of those ideas and throw myself out on the winds of chance. After thousands of dollars of therapy and hundreds of hours of conversation I realized, and announced, that I wanted be with her even if we never had sex again. The process that began with that statement ultimately freed me from my compulsion and allowed much more openness from me. I still asked for what I wanted, regularly, but it came without cloying expectation. I stopped blaming her for what didn't happen, and lo and behold, found myself actually happier with what did happen! I stopped feeling like I was deprived. She gradually came to believe in my change and be able to walk in my shoes a bit, freeing her up to give more. And so, the cycle became so virtuous that for my 62nd birthday I got a beautiful card, filled with loving sentiment, and a coupon redeemable for the unbridled sex week I wanted, whenever I wanted it. I was humbled, gratified, and tremendously excited. A plan took shape, for a hot summer week—a couple days at home, then off to the Napa Valley spa town of Calistoga for the long weekend. DAY ONE. I started the week slowly, that first day, a Monday, allowing her to wake up on her own time. After bringing her coffee upstairs, I got into bed and held her for a long, long time, kissing, neither of us speaking, marinating in our love. Her pajamas came off, one piece at a time. When my cock finally hardened I slipped inside her and we fucked gently. I softened and withdrew. She looked at me in surprise. "I thought this was your wild week. I told you it could begin this morning." "It is, it has begun, but there's no hurry. I didn't even take my Viagra this morning. I need you to be completely with me, no hesitation, no regrets, so we can work into it at a slow pace. Don't worry, you'll be pretty well-used before the week is done! I'm not going to be forcing you to do anything, just asking. If you have to say no, you can, but what I want to hear is yes. I'm simply asking you to be generous with me. Be available, be enthusiastic, be naked, be oral, pleasure yourself, thoroughly enjoy my happiness. No judgments, no regrets." She raised her eyebrows. "Naked all the time? That might be the hardest thing. Well, just be sure the house is warm." "You can wear a flimsy little nothing if you want, inside, but no underwear or bras or anything. It's going to be hot in Calistoga. And I already reset the thermostats! Want to go for a walk?" "Sure, just gimme a minute." And with that she slid down and took my cock in her mouth, long smooth strokes taking it in and out. The heat and the touch were delicious. I hardened almost immediately. She stopped for a second, asking, "Can you see all right? I know you like to watch me do this." Speechless, I just nodded, and she went back to mouthing me with long, smooth strokes, taking a break and using her hand, then swallowing me up again. I was thrilled watching her lips surround the hard pole of my cock, the neatly manicured hand supporting it carrying her familiar rings. Finally, she went all the way down and slid her lips up my cock very slowly, popping off and kissing the tip. She looked up at me and smiled, my cock in her hand. "How was that? Did you like it?" I nodded like an idiot, feeling that big dumb irrepressible smile on my face. "Good. I liked it, too. I suppose I'll be doing a lot more of that this week, huh?" I nodded like an idiot, but then said, "Yes, quite a bit, I would hope. Thanks for the reassurance." "You're welcome. Slow is still the right approach, I think. I just wanted you to know that I'm really taking this to heart. Anything I'm able to give this week, you're getting." Starting with her clothing; for our walk she wore a loose skirt and baggy sweater with nothing else. Not that sexy to look at, maybe, but it made her body very accessible, giving me a number of opportunities to feel her, see her and expose her, on our long loop through the Presidio. We got home and sat down together on the living room couch. I put on some music, and putting my arm around her shoulders slipped my hand under her top, caressing her nipple. She sighed, yielding happily to my touch, took the sweater off and lowered her hand to my crotch. I took off my clothes; her hand rested firmly on my soft but exquisitely sensitive cock. I reached down between her legs, pulling up the skirt to massage her clit. "Put your leg up here, Joanie," I said, taking her foot and putting it on the couch, opening her up to me and forcing my fingers into her. Having free reign with her body brought me so much pleasure! She started rocking her hips against my hand, sliding my fingers in and of her while rubbing her clitoris against my now pretty slick palm. As she yielded to passion her body softened and slid down into my lap, forcing an organic replacement of her hand with her mouth. I stiffened as she sucked. Looking up for a second, she asked, "So, Sam, how am I doing? Is this what you wanted?" "Yes, it is. And so is this!" I rolled her off me and onto her knees, up against the couch, pulled the skirt down to the floor and in one motion drove my cock fully into her core, pulling her ass back against me, fucking with long, deep strokes, running my hand over her strong, beautiful back as my hips slowly became covered with her wetness. Just to digress a bit, 'hard' has a different meaning at 62 than it did at 22. I only get that tree-like feeling with a combination of Viagra and passion. Passion alone produces enough of a hard on to fuck with, but not the irrepressibly large feeling of years gone by, and it could fade at any moment. Cumming is a few measly squirts rather than that endless stream of seed I used to produce. Despite this, the emotions, the spirit and the desire to possess her are unquenched, and passionate sex is deeply satisfying. But back to the story. My cock indeed softened and we slowed to a stop. Joanie threw on her sweater, but we left the rest of our clothes in a heap on the living room floor, and went upstairs naked to work at our desks for a couple hours. Later, after retrieving our clothes we had a sweet, romantic dinner out, filled with light loving conversation, gentle kisses, entwined hands and no feeling up at all. When we got home, we got ready for bed, me nude, Joan with a little black camisole, read a bit, then cuddled and fell asleep in a tangle of tired limbs DAY TWO. The next morning, Tuesday, I got up early, had my coffee, took my Viagra, and when it started coming on I woke her up by sliding my hard cock between her legs and titillating her clit with some gentle back-and-forthing. Still on the slow plan, I kept my cock away from her mouth and did the fucking straight, but ramping up the intensity I moved her into a few positions, driving in a bit harder when she was the most exposed. Happily, she responded well, getting into receiving me in the passive positions, presenting herself and pushing back in the more active ones, and coming with me at the end. After a nice shower and a big breakfast, we separated for the day as we each had some work to do to free up the rest of the week. Happily, she spent the day 'dressed' in a very revealing, very short little chemise, nipples straining against the fabric, sitting there at her computer, preparing a lecture. Incongruous, but pretty darn sexy. It was hard to keep my cock out of her mouth, but pleasure delayed is decidedly not pleasure denied. That night I was taking her out to a fancy, romantic dinner, and I had a particular scene in mind. It started with a classic, age appropriate black dress, fitting tightly around her torso, beautifully engineered from satin and lace, sheer in the back, all the way down to just above her butt, exposing her back, and a full skirt, mid calf length, with a hidden slit extending most of the way up her thigh. Makeup finished, she came out into the bedroom. I was waiting with the camera. "I'm dressed," she said, "and you're naked. Don't we have to go soon?" Click. "Pretty soon. Have I ever told you what a beautiful dress that is?" Click. "I thin k so." She struck a pose against the wall, hands on her hips. "Do you want to tell me again?" "Well, it's a beautiful dress." Click. She tossed her head, mocking a model's pose. "Especially with you naked underneath." Click. "Only you know that." "People who see you from the back will be wondering, though. Put your leg up on the ottoman." The skirt fell open to mid thigh, revealing her flesh. Click. She looked at me. She smiled. I was getting hard. She pointed at it saying, "Uh-oh. Really? I just got this dress on, it's kind of complicated to get it off." "Yes, really. Getting it off is exactly what I don't want. Getting you off, on the other hand.... Put your hands behind your head. Show me your chest." Click. "Sit down. Spread your legs." Click. "Wider." Click. "God, Sam, if you make me mess this dress up I'm not going to be able to wear it tonight, y'know?" Click. "You really are kind of a pervert, aren't you?" The slit found her thigh again, the white skin of her bare leg contrasting with the black satin of the dress. Click. "Guilty," I said. "I'm being driven crazy by a beautiful, willing woman. We'll just have to careful. Pull the skirt up higher." Both her legs were exposed now, knees wide apart, with the fabric of the dress just falling down in between. Click. "Put your hand between your legs." She laughed, a little nervously, as she slipped her hand under the skirt. "You really want me to go here, now?" Click. "Yes, yes I do. I've been fantasizing about this moment for ten years. Pull it up all the way. Show me what you're doing." She lifted up a bit, the skirt falling to the sides as i saw her finger working her clit. Click, Click. "Put your fingers inside. Fuck yourself." Click, click, click. She started breathing harder as she fucked herself with two fingers. My hand started working my cock. "Ten years you've been dreaming about this? That's kind of sick. How much life did you miss? Hope it's worth the wait!" "Jesus, Joan, you have no idea how worth it it is. Put another finger in. And I didn't miss much. Still got to spend it with you." "Awww. Good answer." She was masturbating with a lot more enthusiasm now, my obvious excitement turning her on, looking at the camera with a charming combination of eroticism and incredulity. I positioned the camera on its tabletop tripod and set it on automatic. Watching this, she said, "Hmm, I bet I can guess what's coming next!" She opened her mouth and made a big pouty circle with her lips. "Gosh Joanie, am I that transparent?" "Yes," she replied, "subtlety is not your strong suit. But I wasn't born yesterday, either. I know there's no way I can avoid cocksucking in this circumstance, so get over here." I came over with the remote, positioning my profile to the camera, and she spun to face me and put both hands on my hips to take my cock unhesitatingly into her mouth. We were both getting pretty hot. "Oh my God, Joan, this is a total home run. Put your hand back down there," I panted. Turning her head, I rotated the ottoman back to face the camera. Laughing, she said "Careful, I'm not as flexible as I used to be!" Keeping her legs spread wide to the camera she slipped two fingers into her cunt and twisted her torso to the left, my cock still buried in her mouth as she sucked away. She started grinding her hips against her hand. "God this is so lewd! This thrills you?" I was very excited. "Hmm, let me think about that, my wife is dressed in a fancy dress and sucking my dick while fucking herself? I'd say, yes, thrilling!" Click. "OK, no judgment and no regrets, I promised! But I'm hungry. Let's finish this up. You want to come in my mouth?" She slipped to her knees and really went to work on my cock with hands and mouth, pounding me in and out, rubbing it harshly. Click click click! God, she had actually asked me that! The answer was yes, but I couldn't stand it. I had to possess her right then. Forgetting the camera, I picked her up bodily, threw her on the bed, pushed the skirt up above her waist and fucked the bejesus out of her until I rammed in deep and shot my aging little jet up into her. She responded enthusiastically. It only took us about a minute. We didn't get any cum on the dress. While she dabbed up the mess between her legs, I put on a suit and tie and we went to dinner. Just in these two short days, years of concern had fallen away from her face. She was happy and clowned around in the car, making fun of me, squeezing my limp cock, baring her legs, showing me her still wet center. At the restaurant, we giggled and cooed like a couple of kids, sitting next to each other in a little booth instead of across from each other at a table. I often had a hand between her legs, touch her clit or slipping a finger insider her. We drank too much, and it took a lot of my concentration to get us home safely. Of course she was doing her best to distract me, legs spread, feet planted on the dashboard. Pay no attention to that wet bare cunt in the chair next to you! We stumbled up the stairs and barely got out of our clothes before falling right to sleep. DAY THREE. I brought her coffee early, around seven, and we sat and read the paper while she woke up. "Did you have fun last night, Sam?" "You bet I did. That was fantastic! It was exactly what I had been dreaming about for years. And the pictures are amazing!" "I don't know if I can look at those or not, but you had better keep them tightly under control. Hope you didn't jerk off too much this morning, but thanks for letting me wake up. Do you want to fuck me now?" "I didn't jerk off at all, actually, I have you fully, so I am totally calm. As far as major fucking goes, I'm going to wait until we get to Calistoga, I think. I'm going to go run a couple of errands now, but what I would like you to do is to start masturbating now and to keep it up for the entire time I'm gone. Can you do that?" She was embarrassed again. "Alone? Don't you want to see me?" "I will watch you get started, and see you when I get back, but mostly I want you to remember that you are capable of real self pleasure. I need you to experience that feeling again. I want to visualize you doing yourself for the next hour. Can you move to the chair?" I had covered our Herman Miller chair with towels and set some lube and a dildo on the small table: That was new for us. "OK." She saw the dildo. "I'm not using that. Put it away." "Don't prejudge it, honey, just use it if you feel like it. I'm only asking. I'll leave it here for now." When she sat down the chemise hiked itself up to her waist. She looked at me with a wry expression on her face and slid a hand between her legs. "That turns me on, Joanie, to see that. You make me hot." "Really, just watching me?" she circled her finger gently on her clit, opening her legs. "You make me hot when you're dressed, so this? Duh! Thinking about it for the next hour, visualizing you here? Very exciting." "OK, visualize away." There was a combination of resignation and anticipation in her voice. "I'm doing it. I'll keep doing it, I won't stop, and I'll be doing it when you get back. Try not to cum in your pants when you think about me sitting here, touching myself and cumming all over the chair. Go do what you needed to do." I was gone for about an hour. As I came back in the house, I could hear the rhythm of her heavy breathing punctuated by occasional sounds of pleasure. I put a few things away and dawdled for a minute. A high pitched gasp floated down the stairs, and I imagined her face, eyes closed, mouth half open as the waves of pleasure rolled across it. My cock twitched in line with my imagination, but upstairs, the reality was vastly better. There was my completely naked wife deep in passionate sexual abandon, her long gray hair framing her face and neck, her head nestled up on the arm of the chair, the wrinkles of her face and neck rolling and stretching as her passion radiated into the room. Her breasts sagged off to either side, the stretch marks white against the flush of her skin, her nipples hard as plum pits. My wish had come true. Her legs were spread wide and pulled up high in the easy chair as the dildo moved rhythmically and repeatedly in and out of her, the beat matching her laboring breath. Her lower lips, obscenely effaced, glistened around the realistic plastic cock. She pulsed with erotic energy. I picked up the camera and snapped off a couple quick shots, then dropped it and my clothes. Her eyes fluttered open and she wordlessly reached out to my cock as I got in range, guiding it to her mouth and swallowing me up. Semi-hard though I was, I began to thrust in and out, matching her rhythm, but her hand on my hip stopped me. Looking me right on the eye, she reached up between my legs, grabbed my ass and pulled me as deep into her mouth as I had ever been. I felt the back of her throat on my cockhead, her tongue moving back and forth slowly on the insanely sensitive under skin. I tried real hard not to fuck her mouth as she arched her back, pushing down toward her hand, coming again and again around the dildo. Finally, panting, she settled down a bit, opening her eyes, pulling back as my cock popped up and banged off my belly as she extracted me from her mouth and let go of the dildo. Her arms hung loosely at her sides as the dildo inched its way out of her and dropped to the floor. They Love Each Other, Ending 01 It took a couple of minutes to come down. She looked at me. "OK, you wanted me to, and I did it. I took two cocks at once, maybe even three for a minute there, but I am not doing it with someone else. I mean, that was incredibly hot, but it also was incredibly hard, hard to do physically, my legs, my mouth, my back are really tired. This was so much farther out than anything else you had me do this week. And accommodating your passion and mine is hard enough! I can't imagine welcoming the passion of one or two other men as well. I'd have to be super vulnerable, just like today, super exposed, and where would it lead? Would I still be able to love you after you made me take three guys, two or three or ten times each? Would I fall in love with one of them? I don't want to subject myself to that much exposure." "As I said, Joanie, I can't make you do anything. You would have to totally cooperate, and you seem pretty clear that it will never happen. Anyway, that was so intense, I'd probably have a heart attack if you did it for real." "Well, well, there's once small little piece of reality piercing your sex addled haze. You do have to be careful what you wish for! One more day, Sam, then it is over. Really over, because I have to get back into professional mode, and I can't be a whore in the same context." "Joan, you aren't a whore. I'm your husband, not some John." "Actually, Sam, I think I am, this week. You've kept me, you've paid for everything, and I've done whatever you wanted, without restriction. I've fucked you on demand, sucked your cock five times a day, paraded around town practically naked, gotten myself off over and over again, let you take a thousand pictures of it all....things I would never even think of, much less actually do. Its been fantastically satisfying sexually, it's true, but that doesn't really matter--just because behavior like this is in me, it doesn't mean that it is of me. Its way too imbalanced--it's too much to expect of me, to become, what did you call me? 'A quivering ball of orgasm' at the drop of a hat. What I did for you this week evens the scales for the past ten years. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful that I could give you this, but it isn't me. "What I just did, fucking that thing while blowing you, milking your cum out, dripping it down my face like that? Way out there. Just because I liked it doesn't mean it was something I should do more of. It took the entire week to get me here. And I can't believe that you still get another day. I don't know what I can do that will top that." "I don't think there is anything that could top that, Joan. Maybe you can do it again tomorrow." She shook her head. "I can't imagine doing that again." "Maybe you will, maybe you won't, but I promise you we'll let tomorrow take care of itself. It's hard to hear what you just said. I know you did this for me, but you were so willingly engaged with it all-- it's not fake. It is an aspect of you that needs nurturing and expression. Please accept this week as beneficial reality that can be approached closer in regular life, enjoying oral sex in particular. We're getting old, and yet my passion for you is unabated. At this time in our lives, there is so much that could happen, illness, grief--I could have prostate surgery tomorrow and lose my potency forever. I have to treat you as a gift, and this week is a total celebration. We've been through a period of years where we've just had this pretty vanilla sex on Saturday morning. Sweet, loving, wonderful intimate sex, but not very passionate or creative. "Today, this week, I feel insanely fulfilled, but I know what worries you about me--that I'll never be satisfied, that I'll always want more, more, that I'll diminish what you have given me this week. I will not ever do that to you again. You have fulfilled me, you do fulfill me, and I can't deny it. The pictures will remind me, indeed, you have given me everything. You have successfully destroyed any last possibility of blaming you for my frustrations. Thank you." Her face had softened during this speech. "You're welcome. You can imagine how freeing it is to hear you say that, but I do hear the other part as well. I acknowledge this was real, and I will try to remember, to let it in more at home. It won't be easy for me, though, once regular life sets in." We both were lying on the deck, staring at the sky. I got up and filled the hot tub. We lay in the tub for a long time, without speaking, arms intertwined, her hand on my cock, mine on her clit, overwhelmed by the power that had been unleashed this afternoon. It felt sacramental, somehow. We recovered a bit by the time we went out to dinner at the simple family pizza place on Main Street, and the spiritual power of our union was supplanted by a quiet, joyful, fulfillment, Joan wore a black, knee-length muslin skirt with slits up both thighs, and a bra top with a sheer open shirt over it. No underwear, of course, but it was her most conservative outfit of the entire week. The vibrating egg I had planned to use tonight remained in the room; being together this deeply replaced any need I had to manufacture passion. For tonight, she was orgasmed out, and I had actually had enough myself. We didn't talk much during dinner, but afterward, she took my hand as we strolled up and down the street. "I hope you don't feel bad about me," she said, "that experience this afternoon, as incredible as it was, was also alienating: I just don't want to be that far out of myself again. I do love you. You were right that I did need to give you something you needed, but I hope you are OK with where I am. "I'm too overwhelmed to fuck you now, and may not be able to tomorrow. I cant imagine being easy after what i did this afternoon, but I promise I will have time like this with you again, and I won't make you wait for years, either. But don't expect this afternoon again, OK?" "I'm going to try not to expect anything the next time, so you can surprise me!" Joan did remember to take her clothes off when I started opening the patio gate, and remained naked until we left the next morning. We did our teeth and fell into the bed, cuddling close, whispering loving words to each other, and were sound asleep ten minutes after we got back to the room. The next morning I took one last dose of Viagra and drank my coffee, outside with my book, waiting for her to wake up. She deserved that consideration! The dildos were still sitting out there from the day before. I smiled, my cock twitching at the memory, and took them inside to rinse off at the sink. The noise woke her up a bit. I poured her a cup of coffee and put it on it nightstand, then went back outside and laid the dildos out to dry in the sun. I hear a rustling, and looked up and saw my naked wife standing in the doorway, steaming cup in hand. "Hi." "Hi," I said, "How are you feeling?" I made room in my chair and she came and sat in front of me, leaning back against my chest. I wrapped both of my arms around her. "I'm feeling pretty good, not too sore," she said. "I'm about as far away from work as I can possibly get, although I'm already starting to think about it again." "Uh-oh," I said. "You've got twelve more hours on this track. I wonder if i can think of anything to distract you?" and with that, I reached started lightly touching her nipples. Sighing, she reached up and wrapped an arm around my neck. "I can't believe it after yesterday, but I think I actually am ready for you again. Last night I wouldn't have imagined it! Can I at least finish my coffee first?" "You just go right ahead, Joanie, don't mind me," I said, without letting up on my touching at all. She struggled to drink her coffee as her nipples visibly hardened. "Oh hell, Sam. You won't stop that? That's just mean. I'm putty in your hands! I'm not going to make it through this cup!" "Well, you don't really have to, now, do you?" I took the cup from her. "I guess not. You got to drink yours, though, so you're all bright eyed and bushy tailed, and you're just pushing me down into a total hormonal quagmire." "Oh, poor baby. You are awake, though." "I guess I am. What should I do now? How about this?" She reached over and picked up the vibrator. "That's a great idea, Joan!" She turned it on, and began running it over her clitoris and pussy lips. She pressed her back against my stiffening cock as her breath quickened yet again. The vibrator started penetrating her. Her hips moved in time with the rhythmic stroking of the vibrator. "God, Sam, I'm going to come again! I bet I've lost ten pounds of fluid this week. Maybe I can go into the weight loss business. Ahhhh, ohhhh, ummm." I could see the juices flowing out of her as her pelvic muscles tightened around the device. She held it lightly in position with her right hand as she rubbed her clit with her left. Her orgasm returned, and went on and on. "Wow, "Joanie's Fuck-off-your-fat Farm and Orgasm Factory! But you are amazing, amazing! You are just picking up from where you left off, eh?" Panting, she said, "I'm as turned on as I was, Sam, but I really want to make love to you. If this is our last morning this is the memory I want to carry away with me." I was overwhelmed with love for this complex, passionate woman and told her so. She slid to the ground, turned around and took my cock in her mouth, slurping and licking and sucking. She used her hand and slid it up and down, squeezing the base of my cock when I'd start to shake, then putting me back in her mouth after my volcanism subsided a bit. When I just couldn't get any stiffer I gently pushed her off me and stood up, leading her the three steps to the pad in the sun, straightening the towel as I laid her down. She reached out to me with arms and legs and heart, and I slowly slipped inside like we had all the time in the world. We did. Eventually, I could feel my orgasm building up; the last one of my special week. She could feel it, too. "Sam, I know you probably want to come in my mouth, and you can if you really want, but please stay here. I want to feel you cum inside me, now." It was what I wanted, too. I shot off deep inside her, felt her cum simultaneously as it mixed with mine. I lay down on top of her for just a second, releasing all my weight, crushing her dear form, then easily rolled off. "Oh Joan, that was so sweet. You look so beautiful lying here. How about if you stay right here, and I pack?" She laughed, "OK, you probably want me to do stuff, too, don't you." "Truthfully, just seeing you there was enough." OK, that maybe was a little white lie. But she couldn't really stop herself either and lay there for us both, naked until the end, dildo in hand, quietly masturbating until it was time to go. How did I pack? Not very neatly! She showered and I hung her clothes, the outfit from last night, by the gate so she was nude until the last possible moment. She put on the skirt but left off the camisole, just slipping on the very sheer overshirt, and stayed that way for me all the way to the parking lot at the Napa Premium Outlets where she finally covered her breasts for the last time. And after that, it just seemed to be over. I spent a shitload of money on new clothes for her. It was the least I could do, eh? We got home an dealt with the mail and opening our house again, and fell off early in a happy embrace. Unbelievably, the next morning she came downstairs in her nicely tailored wool pants, silk shirt and white doctor's coat, ate her fruit and yogurt and kissed me goodbye as if the past week had never happened! Women really are amazing. It took me longer to settle down, but I got to work in the afternoon. I was sort of shattered by the experience, was conservative in bed for the next few weeks, giving her space, and soon enough our normal patterns reasserted themselves, and the week was a memory. I made a separate DVD of her masturbating, the sweet fun of that first night in the black dress overcome by that incredible final afternoon, and although I look at it or the other one almost daily, she has steadfastly refused to be so graphically reminded what she is capable of. But occasionally, when we're fucking on those vanilla Saturday mornings, she rolls me over and climbs on top, fucking my cock, rubbing her nipples and touching her clit, her eyes closed, a passionate but dreamy look on her face, I know she is remembering the week she was all mine. They Love Each Other, Ending 02 Still panting, body shining with sweat, legs slick with her own cum, mine glistening on her lips and dripping down her chin, still panting in the afterglow of her effort, Joan looked at me. "If you still want me to, I'll do it." "Do what?" "Fuck two guys at once. Or even three. At this point, it probably doesn't really matter how many. Well, not more than three. 'Cause I'll probably have to take each of you multiple times, anyway, so God knows how much I'll actually be fucked. Plus a lot of cocksucking, I imagine. But it has to be tomorrow, because I have to get back into professional mode, and I can't be a whore in the same context." "Joanie, you aren't a whore." "Actually, Sammy, I think I am, this week, it's pretty accurate. You've kept me, you've paid for me, and I've done what you wanted, without thinking if it was I wanted, too. I'm so divorced from who I normally am that I let your experience be my only touchstone. I've been getting off, it's true, but it is really imbalanced and there is no way I could maintain this and still have my normal life. I will not be able to manage being a whore and being a doctor, and I choose the doctor. It's too much to expect of me, to be able to turn off my intellect at the drop of a hat and become, what did you call me? 'A quivering ball of orgasm.' So this week, I am your whore. What I just did, fucking that thing while blowing you, milking your cum out? I would never have gotten there by myself. I wouldn't even have imagined it! I loved it, in the moment, but I was doing it for you. And that was good, actually. One thing you were right about, I really did need to do something for you, that part feels good, even though the behavior is completely off the wall. So if you want me to really be a whore, and fuck your friends, this is your one chance. I'm actually excited to do it, and to let you see it. You have successfully gotten me to yield completely to this whole thing, and despite myself I'm enjoying it. Truthfully, I feel so abstracted from any reality that it doesn't really matter what happens, so if you really want to watch me whoring, get on the phone and set it up. If you dare." "Do your care who?" "Someone clean and safe. George, I guess, is the obvious candidate." "Someone else?" "I don't know. There's no one I've thought about fucking because I've barely even thought about fucking you these past years, but I swear to God I'd fuck anyone who walked in that gate right now." "Well, I don't think I'll open the gate and leave you to all comers, but I thought it might matter to you, in terms of trust and so forth, but maybe not?" "Its gotta be a friend, I guess, someone who will protect our interests in all this, and certainly no one from the hospital! I'll think about who. In the meantime, I'm gonna go be nice to myself, see if i can restore my poor flesh to some kind of a normal state because tomorrow is going to be absolutely insane." And insane it was. It ended up being her, me, George, and my old friend Max who dropped everything and flew up from LA when I invited him. Joan was obviously going all the way. She never got dressed that night. I got takeout for dinner, and we went to sleep with my cock in her mouth. In the morning, she picked up right where she left off, giving me a nice blowjob (I reserved my semen for later), then enjoying the sun, getting herself gently off while I got us packed and checked out. Finally, in an act of total yielding, she walked to the car completely nude and remained that way for the entire drive home, lightly masturbating. I pulled the car into the garage. The door closed. She came down off her high. We both paused and looked at each other, registering what was about to happen. "Joan, we're home. The guys should be here already. Are you sure about this?" "I think it's me who should be asking you that question, Sam. This is your invention that I've bought into. I've already given myself fully and completely to you, yet I'm about to give to Max and George in a way I never have given myself to you. You're just one more cock. Is that really the thing you want to be now? Are you gonna be able take your wife loving these guys? You know me, it's going to be loving, not solely fucking. Once I do this, it's going to be there, always, both what I do and how we both feel about it. You can never take it back, and you don't know where it will lead." "Joan, I'm so turned on now, and so excited, I do want to go through with it. I'm going to have to trust that our hearts are big enough to contain this and still contain our love and marriage." "That's an interesting way to think about it. I hope I can have the generosity of spirit that allows me to hold this in love instead of resenting you. It's going to be embarrassing enough to think back on what i did this week, but at least it was just us. Now, we're about to go way off the charts. These guys are going to know me in a way only you have until now. I don't know how I will be able to understand this tomorrow. I started out doing this for you, but I really want this, today, now. I'm going all in." She opened the car door and, still completely naked, went up the stairs and into the house. I emptied the car, cleaning out the trash, putting the used towels in the washer, and then took our bags upstairs. It had been maybe three minutes, but when I got to the living room, she had already begun, sitting naked on the couch between my still-clothed friends, one arm around each of their necks, kissing the one who had a hand on her breast, while the other had his arm around her waist and his hand between her spread legs. I dropped our bags and my clothes, and naked said, "Hey, guys." George pulled away from Joan's mouth, leaving her with Max's finger up her cunt, stood up and came over to give me a hug. "Hey. You're still sure about this? I've known you guys for forty years, and what is about to happen here is as far away from the Joan I know as I can imagine. I love Joan and have always wanted to make love to her, and I am so very excited that it can happen, but now that it's here I don't want to lose you, either of you, in my life. I love you both a lot and if this ends up coming between us I'd be sick about it." Joan looked up from where she was undoing Max's pants while he was busying himself with her tits. "George, that is so thoughtful, but we can't worry about that now. We're assuming we'll be able to handle it, but we really don't know where it might lead. Maybe you'll end up being able to fuck me often, I may want that after today, I don't know. But I trust you and I hope that you will let us be lovers today. Know that I am really committed to this, for myself as well as for Sam, I'm really ready, so take off your clothes and get over here." He did just that, but I took his shoulder first and looked into his eyes and said, "We both love you. Thank you for being here. Whatever happens today, you have my blessing." Joan smiled at that and said, "Sam, you just get to sit and watch for a while. I'm sure you want to see every detail of my ravishment." And with that, she reached out and took George's cock in her mouth, while her other hand was filled with Max's. George stopped worrying about me, I think, as he sighed and moaned, caressing Joan's head and face. It was obvious he was getting very turned on. He started gently fucking her face, and she pulled off of him, saying, "Please try to save it. I want this to go on for a while." guiding him to sit next to her while leaning over to suck Max. I was glued to my chair, looking across the room at the three naked bodies, Joan, her tits squashed against Max's thigh, was mouthing his rod while on the other side of her George, who had pulled himself under control a bit, was gently caressing her body. She reached out with her other hand and took hold of his cock. I roused myself enough to take few pictures. George reached down with one hand and began tweaking her clit, and she opened her legs in response. Max, in the meantime, was beginning to buck his hips as her steady sucking rhythm moved him down the road. She pulled off, said, "Down, boy," and leaned in the other direction to suck on George. This forced his hand off her cunt, and he wrapped it over her shoulder. Max, his cock massively hard, pulled her legs off the floor, stretched her out on the couch and, squeezing himself in behind her, entered her wet cunt with one swift, relentless motion. Joan responded by thrusting her hips back against him, and there it was, my fantasy, laid out before my eyes and my camera. My Joan was stretched out on the couch, her head in one man's lap, his cock securely in her mouth, with her legs splayed open and getting fucked from the back by another. Despite having George's cock in her mouth she looked right at me, a look of passion, care and defiance, and lifted her upper leg a bit so I would have a clear view of Max's cock coursing in and out of her. I felt excited, impassioned, very turned on, but somehow disconnected from what I was seeing. I knew that was my wife over there, I was supposed to be jealous or anxious about what I was seeing, but I felt neither way. Yet I had a welter of other feelings. I felt proud of her, proud of her sexual capacity, proud of her depth of loving, proud of the physical strength and power that enabled her to handle them. I was satisfied showing off to my friends that my wife could do this. I felt glad to be loving them by sharing her with them, particularly with George who has had terrible problems with love in his life. I felt awed by the power of her sexuality, that she could have carried this feeling through the week to this point. I took a couple more pictures, but then stood up to come over to them. Joan was having none of it. Lifting her mouth off George's cock she said, "Sam, you stay right there, when I decide it's your turn I'll come to you. You wanted this, but I'm going to run it. Max, sit up." He pulled out and sat up, and she lifted into his lap and lowered herself onto his cock, riding him backwards. George stood up in front of her and she swallowed him up again. My view was obscured by his body, so I moved to the side a bit, although the eye that wasn't obscured by the cock in her mouth clearly told me to keep my distance. Max had taken her tits in his hands and was worrying her nipples while she ground herself into his lap. George took her sucking, gently caressing her hair while slowly fucking her in the mouth. She looked up at him, the pulled off and took his cock in her hand. "Are you close to cumming?" "Yes, I'm trying to hold it, but I can't for long. I love you! This is so hot! " "If you cum, how long will it take you to get hard again?" "I'm not sure, actually, but I'm sure I will, I don't know an hour or so? She looked back over her shoulder. "How about you?" Max smiled through his panting. "I'm good to go for a while. I could make myself cum if you want it now, but I'm not that close." "No, take all the time you can. Sam, go get some Viagra for those guys, OK?" Oh. My. God. She was really serious. I ran upstairs and down again in record time, with the Viagra and a handful of towels. When I got back, Joan had rolled onto the floor, kneeling in front of Max with his cock in her mouth while George really hammered her. I just sort of stopped, transfixed. She looked back over her shoulder at George, gave him a beautiful smile, and said, "go ahead, George sweetie, you can cum now, fill me up, we have all day!" She arched her back, forcing him deep, and groaning, he came, loading her pulsing cunt with his seed. His passion spent, he fell away onto the floor. I patted him on the shoulder and gave him a Viagra: he just took it without asking. Joan raised herself up from working on Max's cock, looking him in the eye and said, "Will you come fuck me, too?" He took the hint, taking George's place and driving into her in one motion. I moved to sit next to her on the couch, waving my stiff bone around suggestively, but she was having none of it. "i told you to wait your turn, Sam. Take your pictures or something. I'm fucking your friends now." And boy, was she. When Max took a little break from his pistoning, she pushed him back and went to the floor, moving sweetly into George's arms, cuddling up close, wrapping an arm around his neck, kissing his face, his lips, squeezing his spent cock with her left hand, throwing her leg over his to expose her cunt to Max again, so inviting; he followed her to the floor and reinserted himself. She made sure her hips were positioned right to take him all the way, all the while lovingly kissing George, embracing him, his hands gently caressing her. This all was too much for Max, who shot his load deeply inside and collapsed, cuddling up on the floor behind her. His hands reached around to cup her breast. She reached an arm back and pulled him in more closely. She was sandwiched lovingly between these two men, my close friends, kissing one, kissing the other, being caressed and loved while each of their sperm dripped out of her. This was hard to see, her loving them. I was totally out of the picture and I found myself feeling bereft, alone. This is what she had meant. Was my love threatened? Could I take it? There was no place for me there, on that floor, but I had to believe in my place in our bed. Belief is all well and good, but when Max rolled off to go use the bathroom, I raced to take his place behind her and slipped my hard cock into her waiting hole. She looked back at me. "Hi, sweetheart," I said. "I love you. I have to take you now, I got so lonely sitting up there seeing you loving. You are beautiful." "That is the thing I was worried about, but if you can fix it with fucking, come and take me. I love you. And I lied before. You are more than just another cock." George, suddenly concerned, looked up at us both from where Joan was still cuddled firmly up against him. "Is this getting weird for you guys? Do you need us to go?" She smiled at him. "Not on your life, buster. I told your friend here I wanted to go all the way, and I do. You just stay right here and get ready to fuck me again." "Thank you. Joan. Both of you guys. This is wonderful!" He rolled onto his back and yielded to the floor, body limp as a wet rag. She rubbed his stomach, reached down and took his limp cock in hand, leaning over and giving it a few quick sucks. I was moving in and out slowly, very hard from what I had just witnessed. I needed to make love to her. I rolled her onto her back, climbing on and loving with an easy rhythm, holding her close, whispering sweet love, into her ear. She lifted up her legs and wrapped them around my back: George moved behind her, and took her legs in hand, holding her up, supporting her as she took me in over and over again, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes. I had eyes only for her, for her beautiful face, her warm brown eyes, and when I came my whole body shook. She gave me a smile, then rolled me off and reached for George. "Are you hard yet?" "Not fully, but I'm definitely on my way." "Well, come on then," and she pulled him onto her and slid his cock into her wet, gaping opening. They went on for a long time, easily half an hour, and it was nice to lay there on the floor, next to them, rubbing her face, daubing off the sweat, kissing a nipple every now and again, caring for her as she abandoned herself to her pleasure. When George finally came again and rolled away from her, Max was hard as a rock. "Look, Joanie, my love," I said. "Another one." "I see that. I still want that one, too. Come, Max." She reached her arms out toward him. "Wait just a minute, sweetheart," I said. I leaned up against the couch. "Come here, with me." I brought her up toward me and cradled her head and shoulders in my lap, holding her lovingly as she spread her legs wide. My hard cock pointed straight up, caressing her face she reached up and softly held me, safe against her cheek. I stared down at her face, electric with her passion, lightly touching her cheek and hair, watching the slight tremor move across it as Max slipped inside her. Her breath took up the rhythm of his screwing. I took her arms, gently, and she reached back, wrapping around my waist, legs pulled up and open to the side, accepting her fifth cock of the day. And, not be outdone by George, he lasted a long time, too. It became a true marathon fuck, and Joan took all we had to give, hungrily, capably. I continued touching her face, her breasts, her belly, her nipples as Max fucked her relentlessly. As his pace increased, her breath came deeper, small little sounds coming out with each exhale, her body quivering as the pleasure on her face transformed into sheer lust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, reached up with her arms and pulled him into her body. Unable to resist a minute longer he shot off into her and rolled off, laying flat on the floor, panting. She had been flat on her back, getting fucked, non stop, for over an hour by three different guys, not to mention the half hour on her knees. Joan looked up at me. She felt my cock against her cheek, even harder again after the amazing scene I had just shared, and said, "What do you think you are going to do with that?" I smiled at her, 'Well, I'm not quite sure. I was thinking to maybe put it into you someplace." "Oh really, where did you have in mind?" "I imagine you would have to be a little sore after what just went on, here, but isn't it kind of up to you? You did tell me you were running this little shindig" "Oh, I guess I did, but I'm here for your pleasure, too. I'll suck you for a while." She rolled onto her side and took me into her mouth. It felt absolutely wonderful. She was curled up into almost a fetal position, resting her head on my thigh holding my cock in her mouth. I let my head roll back against the couch, and we both just started to drift off for a while. Instead of falling asleep, I said, "Y'know, this is pretty nice, but let's move the whole show to the bedroom. Max, George, could you grab some drinks out of the fridge?" We got upstairs. I opened the blinds at the top, so the afternoon sun flooded the room but the neighbors were protected from the action. "All this cum is starting to cake all over me. I'm going to shower, guys, but don't worry, as long there's a hard cock in the room," she said, as she pointed to mine, "I'm not finished. Round three, round five whatever. I'm going until none of you can get it up again." The three of us sat, Max limply on the chair, George and I on the bed. George put his hand on my knee. "Are you OK? You are lucky that she loves you. When you used to complain about her, I never knew why you couldn't work it out, but I have an inkling now. She is so strong! I feel very lucky to be here." "Me, too," Max said. "I really don't know Joan very well, but the fact that she would trust me with this intimate part of her is humbling. And it really is showing me the love you have for each other, even while your wife is getting screwed six ways from Sunday, the two of you are connected. When you were holding her while she and I were fucking, you bond was so strong, but there was so much kindness and care there as well, its like a story book." "A triple X rated one," George said. "My mom never read me books that came out like this!" We all chuckled, and Max said, "No shit, she, the sex is incredible. If she makes love to you with the power she's using here, yikes! You are a very lucky man. The way she took me, just before? I was really at my limit. I could not have fucked her with any more passion or power, and she jut swallowed it up, smiling through it all and bringing me in even deeper. Christ, incredible, awesome, unbelievable. And she's 62? "