The Gift

Paul Johnson was a thinker. His mind was never at rest, and he usually thought about what was wrong in his life or the world. His wife, Kate, called him "The Brooder", and Paul had to admit that she was probably right. Paul couldn't think of a time where he wasn't worrying about something. He was a man with many anxieties and regrets, and they could take over his mind at times. Today was no exception.

As Paul sipped his morning coffee alone in the kitchen, his thoughts turned to his wife. He wondered after 15 years of marriage, if her love for him had gone stale. Paul had been married once before, and he saw some of the signs of disinterest in his current wife, Kate, that he had seen in his previous wife, Lisa. Paul had these thoughts for a while, and he did not know what to do about them. He knew that most likely he was overthinking things, but it did not stop him from doing it.

Paul knew he loved Kate more than any other woman he had known. She was different from the beginning. They were once neighbors in an upscale apartment complex. Paul was a recent, 40 year old divorcee, while Kate was 28 and had moved to the area for work at an upstart computer software company. While sitting at the complex pool one day, Paul saw that Kate was reading Skinny Legs and All by Tom Robbins. Paul had read it many years before, so he asked, "How are you enjoying the book? I love Tom Robbins." Kate had looked at him with disdain and said, "It's ok, but I'm not into talking about books that I read," in such a tone that Paul knew not to ask another question. Paul thought "So pretty, but what a bitch." Despite her tone, Paul could not take his eyes off of her. She was about 5-07 with long dark brown hair that went down to the middle of her back. She wore a yellow floral patterned bikini that showed off her huge tits that glistened with sunscreen. Kate later turned over to her flat stomach, which showed Paul her exquisite ass. The bikini bottom had fallen down at the top which exposed the top of her ass. Very sexy. He could not see her eyes because she wore sunglasses. Just looking at her made Paul's cock twitch. Oddly enough, a few months later, Paul ran into Kate at the pool again. He said nothing, but surprisingly she asked' "So what else have you read by Robbins?" She smiled and looked at him with beautiful brown eyes that were so deep and enchanting that Paul forced himself from staring at them. And so it began.

It turned out that the first time Paul had spoken to Kate, she had just broken up with her boyfriend due to his infidelity. So, at that time, she hated all men. Paul understood. They started dating, and Paul really enjoyed her company. He had never dated someone 12 years younger, so he did not know what to expect. Kate was an old soul, and they had a lot of the same tastes in music, movies, and comedy. But there were some things Paul was not used to. Texting was one of those things. Kate loved to text more than call. Paul being a Gen Xer was never big on texting, but for her, he learned. Kate was much more open about sex than the women Paul had dated in the past. She freely spoke about past lovers and things she liked. Not surprisingly it was Kate who first suggested that they fuck.

Kate texted Paul one day, told him she was horny, and asked if she could come over. Of course Paul said "yes". When she arrived, she was wearing shorts and a t-shirt that was tight around her perfect tits. Without hesitation, she took off her shirt and bra to expose two of the most perfect tits Paul had ever laid eyes on. They were triple D's with areolas the size of silver dollar pancakes, just the way Paul liked them. The areolas were pale, but as soon as Paul began to suck on her nipples, the areolas became a dark brown, which turned on Paul even more. Her tits had no sag to them, even though they were huge. They were a genetic miracle. Next, off came her shorts and panties to reveal a beautiful pussy which had a nice trimmed bush, much to Paul's delight. Paul liked women, not little girls, and a bush was very womanly in Paul's opinion. They began to make out, and at one point Paul looked down at Kate and couldn't believe how young she looked. He told her so, and then regretted it because it looked like she might leave. Luckily for Paul, she blew off his remark, opened his belt, unsnapped his shorts, and took out his cock. She began to suck on his dick, which was already super hard, in a slow methodical fashion. Paul was in heaven and he lost track of time. After what seemed like eternity, Kate pushed Paul down on the bed and mounted his cock in reverse cowgirl style. At this point Paul knew that this girl was super different. What woman goes reverse cowgirl on the first fuck? He had entered a new realm of dating to be sure. Kate began to rise up and down over his cock in a slow methodical rhythm. As she rode his dick, she played with her clit. As Kate moved her pussy faster and faster, Paul was able to keep from cumming for only a few minutes, before he pulled out and blasted multiple ropes of cum over Kate's back and his own stomach. It was a mess, but Kate laughed it off and seemed proud that she was able to have that effect on Paul.

And so, their relationship progressed and the sex got better and better. They married and went on with life. But as time wore on, the sex became less and less because the couple became busier and busier and more and more tired. Kate at times could be distant. They rarely talked, and Paul never seemed to have her full attention. She was either on her computer for work or on her phone. Some days she was her old self and they laughed and joked and fucked like old times. Other days she was a stranger. Paul wouldn't have been surprised if she announced that she wanted a divorce, nor would he have been surprised if Kate had said she wanted to renew their vows. She was an enigma to him now.

One thing Paul was certain of was that he loved Kate completely. Besides the hot sexual chemistry, he felt this undeniable attraction to her that made him want to be near her. Kate always thought it was about the sex or her big tits. Try as he might, Paul could never convince Kate that the reason he loved her was for how she made him feel when they weren't having sex. Paul likened it to a chemical bonding.

So it was thoughts like these that pervaded Paul's mind as he sipped his coffee. Adding to the stress was that today was his birthday. He had turned 55. Previously, his age had never bothered Paul, but now he was somewhat down over it. He was old. Paul would look at himself in the mirror and see grey hair in his eyebrows and recoil with disgust. His stomach was getting thicker. Paul had been an avid user of Viagra since his late 30's. Now he did not know from one session to the next if it would work. Everyday he awoke with a new pain in a different part of his body. People who said that the 50's were the new 40's were full of shit.

Kate entered the kitchen and interrupted Paul's brooding. She was dressed for the office in a long black dress that was open at the neck. There was some cleavage showing, but not enough to be improper. As always, Paul thought she looked hot, like a sexy teacher. She kissed Paul on the cheek and said, "Happy Birthday, Old man! I'm taking you out right after work tonight, so be ready by 5." Kate then retrieved her briefcase and left for the office. Paul was pleased and wondered what the evening would hold for him.

Paul worked from home, so after Kate left he retired to the spare bedroom which doubled as his office. He answered a few emails and made a few client calls, At noon, Paul said "Fuck it" and cracked open a beer. It was his birthday after all. He wondered what the evening would be like, Probably a good dinner, but would they fuck? He could not remember the last time they had fucked. Kate had been super busy at work where she had risen from a programmer to vice president of programming for the software company she had worked for when Paul first met her. She was always under a lot of pressure and stress. In her heart she was a laid back, bohemian type girl, but she was a conscientious worker. So when work cranked up, her stress cranked up and she did not have time to think about sex. Paul was a successful business consultant, and lately his travel schedule had been non stop. So the couple was generally exhausted, and the fucking had really slowed down.

What Paul missed due the lack of fucking was the closeness and connection he once had with Kate. Paul and Kate were not the type of couple that cuddled or held hands that much. What Paul later realized is that sex was their way of cuddling and connecting. So, without the sex, Paul often wondered if Kate still felt anything for him. He would ask her, and she would tell him everything was ok, but he wasn't so sure she was being truthful to him or to herself. Paul also knew that he was a pessimist by nature and an overthinker, so he did not know what to make of it all.

Promptly at 5 pm he received a text that said "Executive Suites. Route 9. Room 112, 6 PM." Paul smiled to himself at the name Executive Suites. It sounded classy but It was really a fuck motel where you could stay for three hours and screw. It was usually visited by cheating couples and people looking for a little spice in their life. There were theme rooms that had sex swings, sex cushions, mirrors on the ceilings, and heart shaped tubs. Porn was shown on the in room tv. It was a fun place to visit, and Paul and Kate had been there a few times, but not lately. It had been years.

Paul was filled with a sudden rush of lust tempered by a little anxiety. Lust for his wife who he truly loved and truly loved to fuck. Anxiety due to the fact that he took Viagra, and lately he was not sure how it would work for him. Sometimes it would work well, and he would have a cock that that was hard as a rock. Other times, not so much. His doctor had told him that sometimes the mind is willing, but the body is not. Great. At 5:30, Paul popped his Viagra, got into his car and headed to the Executive Suites.

When Paul arrived at the motel, the parking lot was pretty quiet. He saw his wife's car parked in front of Room 112, and he pulled into the space next to it. He got out and with butterflies in his stomach went to the door and knocked.

Kate answered the door wearing nothing but a white silk robe. "Hey baby, Happy Birthday!" She said with a kiss to Paul's lips. Paul tasted the alcohol on her breath, which caused Paul to smile to himself. A tipsy Kate was even more uninhibited. Paul entered the room and saw that there was a round bed with a cheetah print comforter. Classy. Paul shuddered to think of all the different DNA that was on that thing. There was a tv on the stand across from the foot of the bed, and Kate had been watching her favorite porn star, Angela White, get railed by two dudes with huge cocks. Paul could tell Kate had been enjoying the show because her nipples were rock hard underneath the robe. Kate offered Paul a glass of champagne and said, "I was watching a little Angela to get started early. I hope you don't mind." Paul laughed, who would mind. "Of course not," he said as he began to strip off his clothes. Kate removed her robe to expose her sweet tits, and Paul was delighted to see that she had shaved her bush exactly the way he loves it: bald around the pussy, and full above the clit. He had never seen her dark bush so thick and lustrous before, and she had trimmed it into a huge triangle. His cock, which was hardening the minute he saw Kate, ratcheted up a notch. Kate then raised her arms and cupped her hands behind her head to reveal that her armpits had tufts of dark brown hair. This was the first time she had ever done this, and Paul was shocked that he had not noticed it happening as she grew her hair out. He had been traveling way too much. Paul stuttered, " I love it." Kate said,"Surprise! You forget I know computers. I checked your browsing history and saw that you have been looking at stuff like that lately. So I thought I would do it too." Paul took off his last remaining article of clothing, his boxers, and Kate cooed, "oh, your cock is ready for me," as she laid down on the bed, spread her legs, and fingered her pussy.

Now Paul had a very average cock, and he knew it. He had always wanted to be hung like a horse, but the genetic gods did not reward him. The only thing notable about Paul's cock was a scar that ran full length along the bottom of it. How he got that scar is a story for another time. Kate had always said she liked the size of his cock because she could do certain positions with it that a big cock would not allow. Paul wasn't certain if she was saying that to be nice or if it was the truth. So although Paul did not possess a super cock, he did possess a love of cunnilingus. Paul loved to eat pussy, It was the one thing he felt he did well in the bedroom. In his past, he would break up with women or they would break up with him, usually due to his lack of commitment, But almost all would eventually come back to be a friend with benefits. The only reason Paul could figure out as to why they came back was his enthusiastic pussy eating. His cock was average and his personality could be a little boring. Paul knew this and they knew this. But he would lick a clit until his tongue fell off if that was needed.

So, on this, his 55th birthday in the Executive Suites with his much younger wife lying naked on a cheetah comforter as she stroked her pussy while an Angela White porn played on the TV, Paul embarked on what would become his favorite night of sex of all time. He immediately dove into his wife's pussy with his tongue. She was already wet, and he could smell her musk from the glorious bush. He started by licking the lips ever so slowly. As he did so, Kate let out a low moan, grabbed the back of Paul's head, and pulled him deeper into her snatch. Paul then darted his tongue into her opening, which caused Kate to gasp. He kept working his tongue in and out as Kate's breathing became more and more shallow and rapid. He then moved up to the clit and gave it a little flick. He then slid two fingers into her pussy as he simultaneously sucked and licked her clit in rapid fashion. Kate moaned, "Yes yes fuck, yes" as she grinded her pussy into Paul's face. It was only moments until she announced, "Oh my god I'm cumming!", and with that her pussy began to pulsate and get flooded with sweet juices that told Paul he had done well.

Kate's orgasm lasted a few seconds but time stood still for Paul. He loved having his wife cum in his face as she moaned and grinded. After she came, Paul climbed on top of her, easily slipped his cock into her pussy, and sucked on her glorious tits. He particularly loved sucking her left tit because the nipple was thicker and would noticeably grow in his mouth as he sucked it. One thing Kate liked was getting fucked, so Paul began to pound away at her pussy with all the strength his 55 year old cock could deliver. Kate moaned and grabbed both of his ass cheeks, and soon she was fucking back into him as she reached another orgasm. Paul felt his balls tighten and he knew he was about to explode. But Paul wanted it to last, so he pulled out much to Kate's surprise. "What happened?" she asked. "Nothing" he said, "I just want to make it last longer for us, will you roll over for me?" Kate grinned, rolled over, and got on all fours.

As much as Paul loved his wife's huge tits, he also loved her ass, which was surprisingly juicy and firm. In Paul's experience, women with huge tits didn't always have a great ass. He knew he was lucky to have a woman that had it all: tits, ass, and a pretty face. So with gratitude in his heart, he plunged his cock into her already soaked pussy, and he felt as though he were in heaven. Paul then gave Kate's right ass cheek a hard slap, because that's how she liked it. "Again" she moaned, "do it again" Paul complied and smacked her ass five or six more times as he fucked her pussy as hard as he could. On the last slap, Kate's body shuddered and she came again, soaking Paul's dick even more. At this point, Paul had been fucking for a while, and he knew that his time was near, but he wanted to make Kate cum one more time. Not just for her, but for his own ego as well. He slowed his cock strokes down, and as he did so, he focused on her asshole, which like her pussy, was dark and glimmering with pussy juice. Paul then began to increase his cock stroke and he rubbed Kate's asshole with his thumb, causing Kate to let out a low moan. As he rubbed her asshole, he increased his pounding. He felt his balls tighten as he slipped his thumb inside Kate's asshole, and he felt her body tighten. And then it happened; Paul couldn't hold back anymore. He passed the point of no return and with a loud moan of his own, he began to empty his balls into Kate. She, feeling his hot cum flood her pussy, came as well with a shriek of delight. Paul and Kate then exhaustedly felt on to the bed in a sweaty, sticky, but joyous tangle of their bodies.

For a long while, neither Kate nor Paul said anything. Paul relished the moment. It was like old times when they were younger and had nothing but energy to fuck. Kate spoke first, "Not bad for an old guy", and she laughed. Paul laughed and sat up with his back against the headboard. Kate got up and retrieved a bottle of water from a bag she had brought to the room. She then cuddled up next to Paul, which was not usual for her. They sat like that for a while and said very little. The Angela White porn was still playing on the tv, and Paul was surprised that after a short while and some hydration, his cock began to stiffen again. Amen for the viagra. Kate noticed it too and said, "Getting hard again? Impressive for a 55 year old cock!"

Kate took Paul's hardening cock in her hand and began to stroke it. Now Paul expected her to climb on it and ride it once it was sufficiently hard. Paul rarely if ever came twice in one session. He always assumed that he came so much the first time, it was super hard to come a second time. But he loved making Kate happy, so he loved fucking her even if he didn't cum again. Plus it felt so damn good. Kate then took his cock in her mouth and began to run her tongue up and down the shaft. This too surprised Paul because by her own admission, Kate didn't like to suck dick. Mind you, Kate's blow job game was very strong. When she sucked Paul's cock, she would let out a little moan which could make Paul cum almost instantly, but he would not cum in her mouth because he didn't think Kate liked it. She would usually pull his cock out of her mouth but continue to give him a handjob as she rubbed his cock head against her tits. The visual was beyond erotic, and it was usually at this point that Paul would lose all control and cum over Kate's tits. These blow job sessions were rare, and Paul did not ask for them often because he didn't want Kate to have to do something she didn't really like. Plus, he loved fucking her more. So this day as she sucked his cock with her mouth and stroked it with her hand, Paul said, "Babe, why don't you stop and ride me?" Kate shook her head, said "no", and went back to sucking his dick. It felt incredible, and Paul lost track of time as he closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure. Kate stopped working his cock with her mouth and hand. She then began to stroke his dick with the opposite hand, and with the original hand, Kate began to finger herself. Paul had opened his eyes when she stopped sucking his cock, so he took this all in with a smile on his face. He loved watching Kate play with herself. He was about to suggest they start fucking again when Kate did something that shocked beyond words. She removed the finger from her pussy and without warning, shoved her finger, which was well lubed from her pussy, into Paul's asshole. She then worked it up in search of his prostate, which upon finding it, she began to massage. Now Paul was equally surprised and aroused as this all happened. His wife had never ever engaged in ass play with him. He never asked her for it because he just knew it wasn't a Kate thing. Plus, he really just loved fucking her or eating her sweet pussy. So as she worked his cock with one hand while massaging his prostate, Kate said, "Look at me Paul" and as she said that, she opened her mouth and rubbed the head of Paul's cock on her tongue. Paul lost all control of his body. He felt a strange sensation well up in his balls and stomach area, and then he came. In buckets. Over and over again. The cum landed on his stomach and when it was over, Paul looked down and had to admit he had never cum so much in his life. He laid down on the bed in complete exhaustion. "Now that was a birthday surprise," he told Kate, who merely laughed and went to the bathroom to clean up. As Paul laid on the cheetah patterned comforter that now had additional DNA on it, he thought to himself that this had been one of the best nights of his life. His heart was full with the love and gratitude he felt for his wife.

A week later, Kate filed for divorce.

Paul hoped for a reconciliation.