Retirement Spirit

Most of our friends had hyped SILVER COMMUNITY in fact I'm sure that 97.998% of affluent Americans could not find one single bad thing to say about it. I guess I was in that 2.002% of the population that didn't want anything to do with retirement homes. When asked what I found objectionable I always said "Whats wrong with just dying at home?"

However, once I became affluent and yes old, my dear wife Ann presented me with incontrovertible evidence that proved that moving there was the right choice. That evidence was the case of my good friend James Preston. He died unexpectedly at home and left his wife to manage and liquidate property in Chicago, Sarasota and northern Michigan. All were furnished and crammed to the rafters with all the shit they had accumulated in a long marriage. His wife asked Ann and I to help and a year later I wasn't surprised to find our own liquidation project at the head of the "honey do" list.

Ours wasn't quite as bad as theirs but like them we had property in three states and lifetime collections of crap in two of them. Some of our problems were solved by gifting stuff to our kids and then forcing them to accept all their childhood toys, pictures and other memorabilia from our garages, attics and basements. The next big beneficiary was the Salvation Army and finally two dumpsters from a trash removal company.

At the end of a long process our possessions were boiled down to what would fit into Ann's Camry and my pickup. I had a car tow mount on my truck so we could ride together in the Tundra. Distributed between the two were four seasons of clothes, our computers with chairs, three paintings, a dozen bankers boxes of indispensable paper records, six boxes of small electronics, three personal boxes each, two containers packed tight with mystery electronic debris and one fat bankbook. The only real bone of contention we had had in the whole process were the hundreds of framed photos and the cartons of paper prints. We solved that problem by sending everything to a service that scaned it all. We ended up with six framed pics and a display screen that played digital slideshows of all the rest off one of our computers.

Ann and I sat in the driveway of our last big house after the closing and took a collective deep breath. I broke the ice with.

"Are you sure we made the right decision doing all this.?"

Ann looked over at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and said.

"Absolutely Sweetheart. I can't wait to get up to SILVER. The cottage there has been furnished to our specifications, we know at least twenty couples who live in the Community and I have already been asked to join nine different really fun sounding committees."

With that encouragement I met her gaze and threw her an air kiss. She caught it in mid air and threw it right back to me just like she had done that night so many years ago as we left our wedding reception and began our honeymoon drive.

As she did then she quickly slid over and nestled into her spot next to me. My only thought was how lucky I was to have this beautiful vision as a wife. When I told her that she did the usual dismissal of the compliment but I detected just the hint of a smile as she tightened the tuck of her polo shirt over her lovely breasts and checked her makeup in the rear view mirror. Her nipples were showing and unable to resist I dipped my head and kissed that special spot on her neck. As I closed in on her lips my left hand snuck up and lightly caressed her right nipple that was hard under my fingers. With practiced ease she fended off the boob grab and concentrated on the kiss. As our lips parted she said.

"Animal. You are just going to have to keep your hands to yourself and you know what in your pants until we get there. Now I'm going to ignore your hard on and you are going to start the engine now."

"Spoilsport. You're sure you don't want to have a farewell fuck in the driveway as our goodby present for the new owners?"

"I think you chasing me all over the house last night and having your way with me in every room on the first floor would be enough."

"As I recall you insisted on finishing off in the butlers pantry on the cutting board."

"Oh yeh. Did you remember to check it this morning in case it was broken."

"Don't worry that crack you heard was just a molding strip pulling off. I tacked it back on and it passed the house inspection just fine."

"Well OK, lets go Stud."

The drive north east only took an hour or so up to the hill country. The guard at the gate waved us through as the license plate scanner checked our vehicle into the database. The orientation brochure I read the other day said that visual scanning of our faces had also occurred but the cameras must have been hidden because I saw no trace of them.

The entrance gate was in a heavily wooded area and after several hundred yards the trees thinned out to reveal one of the three golf courses on the property. Scattered around the first course were of course some of the villas and town houses of SILVER COMMUNITY EAST. Our immediate destination was in a cluster of single family cottages removed from the hustle and bustle of the golf, tennis, pickleball, etc, etc courts. We were in C9 which was one of a dozen cottages built in roughly a circular pattern around a free form pool.

No doubt alerted by the entry guard a nice looking young lady greeted us at our door with several sets of keys, todays SILVER newspaper, a quick orientation walk through of our unit and a picnic basket with a complimentary cold supper and breakfast. We turned down the unpacking service, thanked the lady profusely and said goodby.

I unhooked the sedan and backed my truck up to the front door and in ten minutes had everything unloaded and in a neat pile in the living room. The Camry up took another ten and was mostly directed towards the second bedroom (computer room) and the Master. After a quick Diet Coke shared with the boss I headed out to get some booze at the nearest grocery.

I returned a half hour later and moved Ann's car into the single car garage and parked the truck in front of the garage door. Now going back into the house I dropped the liquor case on a convenient counter and went looking for Ann.

I found her sitting on our new king sized bed amid boxes of clothes and bedding drying her eyes with a Kleenex. I immediately knew what she was thinking and sat down beside her taking her into my arms. We just sat in silence for a moment before I said.

"September 3rd 1970. Parkland apartment #107, 6:30 PM."

"More like 7:30 and I couldn't find the fucking box with the sheets or anything to wear the next day. There was no food in the damn apartment, it was hot and humid and you had just gotten back from disposing of the trailer."

"And what did I do?"

"You put your arms around me and gave me a big messy kiss while fondling my tits and said. "So Mrs. Wilson, wanna fuck?"

"And then what happened after you smiled and swatted me?"

"You found my suitcase that had tomorrows dress in it, opened the carton containing the sheets and blanket for the bed and helped me make it. You then produced a 14" pizza out of thin air, two cold beers, lit some candles and we had a dinner fit for royalty."

"And then what happened?"

"We got naked and after you had your way with me we tested the shower and as I recall you got me once again in there really well and then again initiating the new bed. I had to wear a pad to my job the next morning after a cold pizza breakfast."

"And then?"

"We lived happily ever after."

"So wanna fuck?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

The new mattress on their bed was just right for our welcome fuck in our new home.

Settling our cottage at SILVER was immeasurably easier than our first married apartment all those years ago. In the first place all of the infra structure down to the linens, forks and knives was already in place. All we had to add was our clothes, food and drink. We were allowed to bring in three of our paintings and a few family photos. Our only exception was our computers. Both of us have active cyber lives, Ann with a monthly newsletter on senior lifestyle and me with a very limited clientele of high income investors. Our electronic center relegated the second bedroom double bed to a store room somewhere off premises. It was replaced by a small futon and two computer work stations. A T1 line completed our decoration of that room.

Clothes settled and kitchen stocked after our first day, I settled the computer room while Ann started the socialization process.

By the end of the first week Ann had me oriented in the small doses I required. She on the other hand had managed to become best friends with about 50 ladies and join all the appropriate committees. I got our websites moved, all the electronics up and the Family Wilson on line once again. Most importantly we got our bed properly aligned and very well broken in.

Unusual for most 70+ seniors we had some form of sex almost every day. Of course it wasn't the wildly exuberant sex of our 20's but it was still physical and relentlessly romantic. In fact our selfies were somewhat of a legend in the Wilson family. One of our relatives once described them as "Euuuhhhh Grandma they caught you and Grandpa doing THAT?" Yes indeed, my beautiful wife Ann is just as desirous to me now as she was 50 years ago. Sure she has a few wrinkles and scars but her bottom line sexual desirability has done nothing but grow as time moved on.

The weather was warm for June and so midmorning on a Tuesday I suggested a swim. It didn't conflict with any of Ann's groups so she pulled on her bikini and I got into my speedo. One of the pools was immediately outside our patio door and we picked out a couple of convenient chaise lounge tanning beds. There were ten or twelve already occupied by older ladies and one other man. They really didn't pay too much attention until Ann untied her top and turned her back to me so I could put lotion on it. She then turned to me and in a low tone of voice said.

"And now the good parts."

The good parts were obviously those lovely breasts smiling at me with rosy nipples erect and waiting for suntan lotion. By now I think we had the attention of all the sun worshipers. Except for one lady close by no one else could see what I was doing but since Ann's bikini top was clutched in her hand and hanging down to the side there was no question that she was exposed to me. I matter of factly applied lotion where required, pursed my lips in an air kiss and told her I was done. In seconds the bra was back on and I was helping to tie it in the back.

This location of SILVER COMMUNITY has approximately 900 inhabitants. The female/male mix is about 60/40. Some sort of underground network apparently exists because by time supper was served that night all the women were aware of Ann's daring debut. All the men had been warned to stay away from cottage 9 on Aspen Lane.

The next day was just as sunny and we had to spread our towels on the grass because it was standing room only for the chaises. There were also dozens of men who just so happened to be out for a nature walk on this beautiful sunny day.

We got about an hour's worth of sun and when the crowd didn't thin out at all I winked at her and she sat up to do what we had discussed at breakfast. Stretching her arms over her head she got to her feet and did a few basic exercises like touching her toes and rotating her arms with swimmer warm ups. She then walked over to the pool and with an Esther Williams type dive into the water and did a few laps. Unfortunately this pool wasn't good for lane type swimming so she contented herself by doing water ballet exercises in the center. At this point I slipped into the water and provided the base for a statue of Liberty pose. I slowly rotated in a circle and she acknowledged the round of applause. Ann then announced to the group.

"We are the Wilson's, Bill and Ann. Cottage 9 Aspen Drive. We will be performing every sunny day at about 11 AM."

As we got out of the water there was another round of applause from the gawkers and a number of them came over and introduced themselves as we dried off. I hung around just long enough not to be rude and retreated back to my new study. I did however visually touch base with the boss to see if it was OK. All it took was a quick nod and a glance towards our windows and I knew it was alright with her.

As I walked back to the cottage I reflected on my fellow residents of SC. I had done a fair amount of research on who would be my neighbors before moving here. My brief exchanges with the folks I had met and Ann had told me confirmed my early research. They were mostly well educated with a net worth of 2M+ and would be comfortable in any golf, tennis or university club in the country. Most would not find the same comfort in a small town bar or Legion post Fish Fry on a Friday night. I tended towards the later group but I could fit in wherever Ann wanted to go that day. She was universally liked because she had the ability to say exactly the right thing to anyone and in seconds have them thinking they had just found their long lost best friend.

She also had an uncanny ability to detect bullshit and native honesty in people. Her ability in this area was so good that I never entered into any kind of business relationship without first introducing her to the principals at lunch or dinner. Two drinks and a meal with Ann and my investors or potential partners would have reveled everything relevant without realizing what they were doing. That was why she was the other name on the Wilson and Wilson letterhead.

Back at the house I got on line, checked my mail answered a few issues and logged off to make some sandwiches for lunch. Ann came in just as I was putting the last of the condiments away. Her paper plate held three chips and half a cheese and sausage sandwich.

"Thank you Sweetheart. I had half a dozen offers for lunch but I would rather have lunch with you any day."

"And why is that my dear?"

"Well I suspect that you put a secret sauce on my sandwich that will give me an irresistible urge to shed this bikini and spend the afternoon getting fucked."

As she was speaking I closed the distance between us and as I bent to kiss her I grasped her right hand and placed it on the cock what was conveniently erect and pulsing.

"Ann my dear, your hand is holding the secret sauce dispenser. Now what are you thoughts."

"Well my dear husband I can't possibly get out of this bikini one handed so dear man how about making yourself useful and help a girl undress."

"Good thinking babe."

Of course while this dialogue was going on my shorts were dropping to the floor to join her bikini bottom and then her bra. I hadn't got to handle her gorgeous breasts since this morning and as I lovingly cradled them in my hands I teased first the right and then the left nipple with my tongue. Then tracing a path up her chest to her succulent neck, around her right ear, down her chin to her eager mouth. Our tongues dueled as I lifted her by her butt cheeks and let her down on my eager cock.

"Oh God Bill"

The muscles of her pussy grasped me like a third hand as she went on.

'It just never gets old does it? It just gets better and better and BETTER and BETTER OH FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!

I held her butt steady as the tremors of her orgasm slowly died down and then suddenly a strange voice exclaimed.

"Knock knock Wilsons Its Marie Louise from next door. Are you............. oh my god I'm so sorry."

Still joined with Ann I turned us together so I could see who had just walked into our home. There half way into our kitchen was one of the pool ladies.

"Can I help you? As you can see I'm having intercourse with my wife right now but if you leave your name and number we'll get back to you just as soon as we're done."

Tongue tied and blushing furiously Marie Louise just covered her eyes, backed out and slowly shut the door.

"I guess I won't have to put up that Knock Before Entering sign."

"Yes I think she got the message and I'm sure she will spread the word around the neighborhood."

"And what message is that dear."

"Well my husband. Obviously the couple in C9 are horny assholes so knock before entering. Now, for the last minute or so our afternoon delight has paused and I'd sort of like to pick up where we left off."

"Hold that thought." I said as I set Ann's feet back on the ground. Grabbing the plate of sandwiches with one hand and Rachels hand with the other I hurried us to the Master. Ten seconds later I was once again fully seated in her tight pussy and slowly moving in and out."

"Smooth move Billy. Now we can snack on each other and sandwiches at the same time."

I shut her up with a deep French kiss that got the juices flowing again. Three orgasms for her and a nice one for me and I was feeding her her half a sandwich and three chips.

"Are these the ones with the special sauce?"

For the next two years our idilic life at SILVER COMMUNITY went on. We continued with our Internet businesses, Ann got the committees all reorganized and even got me to join in a couple of community events. We took several trips to check in on busy kids and grandkids and two trips to the islands to fine tune our sex life. In fact it was on the last trip to Barbados as we were cooling off after a sweaty romp in a grass roofed shack on the beach that I noticed her grimacing slightly as she rubbed her tummy.

"Was I l little too energetic and hurt you sweetie"

"Oh no of course not I just have this little pain that sort of comes and goes."

"Well when we get back schedule an appointment. OK?"

The trip finished fine with me observing no other symptoms nor did she complain. She got in to see her GP two weeks after we got home. The GP ordered xRays. Specialists were called in and two days later the light of my life was in Intensive Care. Stunned I listened to the white coats telling me she was riddled with inoperable cancer and they were recommending that extreme life extending measures would be useless. How long did she have? Call your kids in for Goodby's. Eighteen hours later I was holding her hand as the light in my life went out. I remember kissing her on the lips and I guess going home.

From that second on I only have extremely spotty recollections of everything. Frankly I simply don't remember much if anything about dealing with her body and the funeral except that I was there. I especially don't remember the coming, goings and messages of support from the hundreds of her and our friends, relatives and acquaintances. Even the tax and legal dealings in the following months frankly went in one ear and out the other. But somehow things got done and as I've gone back and reviewed the decisions that were made they were generally right and for the best. One of the more surprising things was that my website and business somehow kept running and surprisingly flourished.

I was however a lost fucking soul. Well meaning friends and relatives told me repeatedly that things would get better and then suddenly everyone's solution was to get out there and start dating. I'm not interested in dating. You should be after all you are living in target rich environment. Hundreds of not too bad looking rich widows are living within easy walking distance of your cottage asshole. Get out there! All you have to do is to put a sign in the window and you will have horny ladies lined up for blocks.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Besides the memory gaps I also found that frequently I was tearing up. This was unusual for me because from about age seven on I was notoriously dry eyed. Except for possibly a Lassie movie nothing in my life moved me to even get misty eyed. Now I couldn't visit Ann's grave without a major shedding of tears. On one memorable occasion I actually broke down sobbed out loud. Bringing up memories was always good for a tear and if a friend brought up a remembrance I would have to turn away and change the subject. The passage of time only very slowly diminished this new trait.

Somewhere in the muddle that was my life after the death of her body I started to sense that her presence or spirit was still around. Was she trying to communicate with me. Dumb idea right? Her corporal body was gone with cremation. But maybe her spirit wasn't? The feeling was stronger in some places like for instance our home and a certain park, places that I knew she had loved. Occasionally I'd feel it so strongly that I'd ask her a question out loud. Then I'd answer the question the way I thought she would. Maybe thats how the dialogue started. From time to time I was concerned that what I was doing could be construed as talking to myself but then I said fuck it, I'm old and lonely. If I'm going crazy so the fuck what. If I want to talk with my wife I'm going to.

My rational side knew that spirits or angels weren't real but I didn't want to let go of her and so perhaps that made them real. All I know is that I began to hear Ann talking back. At first when I told her I loved her in the dark at night I would hear her say.

"I love you too Sweetheart."

Then when I was looking at some old polaroids of us having sex I told her how sexy and beautiful she had been. It was then that I distinctly heard her say.

"Thank you lover. You made me feel so special."

As time went on our dialogue got more and more complex. However my biggest surprise came one day when I told her how much I missed the sex that we shared.

I miss it to. In fact I'm not embarrassed to admit that I'm still masturbating like I did before you broke me in.

Spirits jerk off?

Sure why not? There's not much else to do while waiting for your lover to get here.

By now I'm sure you are asking yourself just what kind of nutcase is this guy? Does he really believe that his wife is talking to him or are these conversations all in his imagination? Well I don't fucking know either. I do know that it comforts me to think about and chat with her.

When she was alive we frequently watched soft or even some hard porn. She told me now to of course keep it up.

"By all means get out Little Bill and stoke him off thinking of me. I really love to see the look on your face when you squeeze that pearly essence out of your beautiful cock. I only wish that I could wrap my lips around him and drink you right down like I used to."

Sex had always been a very important part of our lives and with her 'encouragement' I tried to keep it up in my fantasy world. Best of all she wanted to reminisce about the evolution of our sex life from the time we met until the day she died. That is why I have captured the following vignettes. As I have put them to paper I have reviewed them with her and modified them if she didn't remember them quite the same way. What I found fascinating was that we agreed on most of what were our most memorable sexual experiences.

My first draft was a loving, gentle tribute to a long happy marriage. I wrote about all the touching moments and significant milestones. She rejected that draft totally saying.

"Thank you dear man for writing this. If I still had eyes I would be balling my head off but you flunked the fucking assignment. The idea is to write a good juicy stroke piece. JUST WRITE ABOUT THE RAUNCHY WONDERFUL SEX. Oh and by the way, feel free to change the person of the narrator from you to me or even a third person observer. Got that? Oh and KEEP UP THE JERKING OFF. Somehow I think it improves your writing."

Here is the my next attempt. The narrator is Ann.

My roommate and I were drinking cokes in the Union basement trying to look sexy and sophisticated. We were hoping to meet some upper class guys because they seemed lots hotter than the dweebs in our Freshman class. So here we were advertising in our tightest and most flattering sweaters. Two nice looking frat guys took the bait and asked us to dance. The football player type zoned in on my roommate. Her platinum blonde hair and 40D boobs in a tight sweater pulled him in like a bee to pollen.

The other and I thought even hotter guy seemed interested in me. Now my boobs aren't as big as the blond's but then mine are nice and firm while hers are already starting to droop. Anyway, the guy not only was a really good dancer but he looked and smelled great. When he complimented my perfume I knew we were a match made in heaven. The next ten minutes were a blur of information exchange which included those all important phone numbers. We only had a half hour or so left before curfew and when the guys offered to walk us to our dorm we of course accepted.

The highlight of that walk was when he took my hand to 'help' me around a rain puddle on the sidewalk. That contact sent a current through my body from my fingers to my lady parts. Oh I know good girls don't think of things like that but I swear holding his hand just felt so natural that I didn't let it go until the house mother at the dorm shooed out the boys. That night and most of those that followed I masturbated to thoughts of Bill.

The school showed art films on Sunday nights and Bill asked me if I wanted to go. Does a bear poop in the woods? The movie was in some foreign language but all I paid attention to was Bills arm around me and his finger tracing a slow circle on my shoulder. About half way through the film he put his lips close to my ear and whispered

"You can slug me if you want but I really need to give you our first kiss right now."

I was flustered but when his lips tenderly kissed that little hollow at the base of my neck I shivered as the most intimate sensation ever caused by a boy coursed through my body and then went right to my pussy. He paused for a moment as I slowly turned my head to him and brought my lips to his for a wonderful open mouthed kiss. Our tongues tentatively touched, sparred for a moment and then engaged again and again. An indeterminate period of time passed while we made out and then there was applause as the lights came on.

"Do you think they are applauding our kissing?"

"Obviously pretty lady."

I never forgot the first kiss and the fact that he called me pretty. That kiss was reenacted thousands of times thereafter for the next decades until that last kiss on my death bed.

Short of going to a motel which good girls in my youth definitely did not do, privacy at our school was at a real premium. It severely restricted our sex life which in retrospect might not have been all bad because we got to know one another a whole lot better. However, Christmas vacation meant a car for dates and a car allowed for the first exploration of that lump in his pants and of course my boobs now came into play. Now all 18 year old girls have seen and no doubt felt the lump. Some of us have even had a guy put our hand on an uncovered one. However, I led such a restricted early dating life that Bill was going to be my first in just about everything.

Unlike any of the boys my friends or I had dated before, Bill never forced or pushed anything intimate or sexual. Rather, the sly fox would just create the atmosphere for something to happen and sit back for me to take the next step. He always gave me the opportunity to take that step or not. So, the privacy of his car and the huge lump in his pants pressing against me and the zipper tab poking into my hand would logically lead to an inquisitive college girl to pull the tab down and investigate what was inside those pants. The same thing happened with my bra. Once I allowed his stealthy hands under my sweaters his fingers and hands did just about everything possible to my boobs from on top of my bras. We both knew that it would feel better under the bra but he left it up to me to be the first to open the hooks and then on special occasions to go without. It was always my sex drive that brought us to the next logical step. He was consistent with this right up to riding his cock in front of a crowd on the beach in Cancun. He always let me make the final decisions. But now, I've gotten ahead of myself. That wild vacation in Cancun still gets me turned on.

Our relationship slowly grew and prospered through the balance of the school year and the next summer. A year into it I was starting my sophomore year and Bill his senior. He was on a plan to go straight on to Graduate School for his Masters and I would get my Bachelors at the same time.

"GET BACK TO THE SEX. You criticized me for too much background information."

"YES DEAR"

I was also the youngest of my family but my folks were conservative homebodies overly concerned about the virginal status of their baby. What they didn't appreciate

was that I wasn't a virgin because of their concerns or collegiate babysitting but because I wanted to be 100% sure that Bill was the man for the rest of my life. I know that's out of the norm today but in ancient times that's what many of us thought. Bill had made it clear to me that I was his lifetime pick and I eventually agreed with him. He was now living without a roommate in an unrestricted dorm and when he asked what I'd like to do on the following Saturday night I told him.

"I'd sort of like to have sex."

"Well that goes without saying but I sort of thought we were already having sex almost every time we can find five minutes of privacy."

"Yes but if you put that big brain of yours to work real hard you'll figure out that there is a certain kind of sex that I was holding off on that I've now decided to agree too."

"Oh you mean the red wine, candle and jumbo package of condoms kind of sex."

"You guessed it big fella."

That Friday night Bill served a sub sandwich and red wine feast in his dorm room. A candle lit atmosphere and soft violin music played in the background. Being naked with each other was an added plus and for desert I slowly ran my tongue up one side and down the other on his beautiful erection. Together we rolled a condom on the pulsing pole and I spread my legs, closed my eyes and laid back. I was clearly not prepared for what happened next.

Instead of the anticipated pain from the first time insertion that I had heard about suddenly my vaginal area was engulfed with the exquisite pleasure of Bill's mouth and tongue. He was making oral love to my pussy. Bill's tongue was like an exploring snake as it slithered in and out of my vagina and labia before finally concentrating on my clit. He tweaked it back and forth relentlessly until I had a surprise quick orgasm.

I barely caught my breath when I realized that Bills tongue had been replaced by the warm head of his cock. Poised in the entrance of my vagina it was smoothly moving in and out and from time to time pressing up against my hymen. Slowly, oh so slowly he worked his cock to stretch my tissues. Finally he sensed that he had gone far enough for the first time and he pulled out and sat back on his haunches pulling off the condom. I looked up at him between my legs but all my attention was on his huge cock. It was hard as a rock and bobbing up and down desperately seeking an orgasm. My two hands grabbed the monster and aggressively stroked it half a dozen times until it began spitting cum all over my belly and breasts.

For the next three nights we worked on the slowest deflowering in world history. My maidenhead was stretched out of the way without a drop of blood and with no pain or discomfort. I could now take a seven and seven eighths inch cock or dildo right up to the ball sack and did so at every single opportunity.

Graduation led to terrific jobs and even greater sex. The sex was greater because there was much more off time and opportunity to make love. Oh sure we did things other then have sex but they pale in significance to the sex. One of those things was we got married. It was a big deal for both sets of parents but only a minor blip in our sex life. We had spent the last six years working out any kinks in that so we were all primed for a sybaritic honeymoon. We were planning a two week trip to the islands for Spring and so our September wedding only allowed for a six day honeymoon within easy driving distance. Luckily Bill's uncle had offered up his family cottage on a nice little lake an hour away. It was perfect. Two bedrooms on a private lake. For the first three days we didn't get dressed.

"STILL SORT OF VANILLA DEAR."

While our early married sex life was great it paled in comparison when we undertook the baby making process. I think that it had something to do with getting in much closer touch with my reproductive system. We now paid attention to prime fertile times in the ovulation cycle and fucked up a frigging storm at those times. We had always fucked regularly but now during peaks we packed as many loads of wigglers up my pussy as was humanly possible. Oh god I can't tell you just how much I enjoyed being fucked by Bill. He always had huge loads that came out in sometimes as much as a dozen spurts each one driven by his pile driver tight buns. I could write a novel about that man's ass but that's off topic.

For three times in five years we got me all pumped up and producing perfect babies and then it was time to get my parts straightened out and put back in shape. It took about a year of workouts but eventually I restored my body to its former shape. The only exception was my boobs that put on a full cup in size. The added bulk caused a very slight droop but judging from men's reactions when I showed them off on topless beaches on vacation, the boys had no complaints.

Our early marriage vacation spots were at first inexpensive housekeeping cabins in the northern part of our state that met certain criteria. They were quiet, secluded, had decent indoor plumbing, a nice double bed and something to do between fucks besides getting a tan. As our income grew the locale for our fuck fest vacations occasionally moved south but the criteria always remained the same. Even after we got out of the baby making business we continued practicing. We found that nothing got us back on the same page with any issue better than a week to ten days of fucking each others eyeballs out.

OK OK. I THOUGHT THIS STUFF WAS PRETTY SEXY. I'LL TRY HARDER WITH THE SMUT.

I remember one trip in particular. I was particularly horny and we had been driving since early in the morning and were now in the Smoky Mountains. Despite the beautiful scene before us I could tell you were having a lot of trouble keeping your eyes open. My solution was to slide over right next to you and put my left arm around your shoulders and my right on your upper thigh. It was summer and you were wearing just a pair of gym shorts because of the warm weather. I lightly ran my fingers back and forth in the hair on your thigh and I could sense you liked it.

"What are you doing honey?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit. You're up to something."

"And so are you. I'm watching that lump in your shorts move around and whenever my fingers get close to it it moves around a little more as if it's a creature and wants to come out and play."

"Probably not a real good idea at 75 miles an hour."

"Of course its a bad idea. Whatever gave you the idea that I was interested in playing with Little Bill?"

"Just a hint here and there."

"What do you mean a hint here and there?"

"Well at the last Wayside you came out of the Ladies bouncing a little. Normally you've got those beauties strapped down tight but now I see you've let them out and they're breathing free, right?"

I didn't answer your question so after a minute you went on.

"Look I'm an expert on Annie tits. One of my specialties is bra or no bra. The key is the subtle movement of those beauties under clothing. Since you're just wearing a cotton blouse now you don't stand a chance of me not knowing. Just look down. Your right nipple is starting to show off. She always goes first you know. Leftie usually follows her sister but she's the more sensitive. But then what do I know about such things?"

"Oh I think you know quite a lot about my body. I'll bet that you know what I'm thinking right now."

"That's easy. You're wondering if I took my underwear off at the last rest stop like you did."

"Of course guy. Of course you ditched your underwear. Look at your bulge now. It's twice the size as before and it looks like its creeping down and in another two inches it's is going to be sticking his head out of the leg of your shorts to say hello."

You had to watch the road and traffic but I could concentrate on the progress of my friend trying to come out to play. It was like a snake slowly exploring and trying to find a way out of those gym shorts. And then finally just his swollen head peaked out and in my mind your cock asked 'Is the coast clear?"

I answered. "All clear big fella."

You raised your butt just slightly which loosened the shorts and out of the leg hole came my friend. A good half of his almost 8" hard on exploded from your shorts and I exclaimed out loud.

"Oh Bill he's beautiful. Can I keep him?"

Without waiting for an answer I captured LB in my mouth and lovingly ran my tongue up and down and around the smooth skin that moved loosely over a hard pulsing underlying rod. I love the taste and smell of my man and having his cock in my mouth always gave me a sudden rush of power and arousal. You know me well and with your free hand you slipped a couple of fingers into the front of my shorts and slid right down to my freshly waxed pussy. Like a homing pigeon they went straight to my clit for a little how do you do and then down and into my vagina. After fooling around for a couple of minutes you hooked right up to my g spot.

Throughout this play you handled your truck with the calm and alert precision of a professional driver. I was the opposite. Oblivious to the traffic I wallowed in the eroticism of the moment, my mouth filled with its favorite treat and my pussy spasming though a wet orgasm in the morning sunlight. And then I was conscious that our vehicle was slowing down. You were gesturing me to sit up and I noticed that we were coasting through a wayside. You pulled into the rear lot that was mostly clear of the trucks whose drivers had caught some shut eye in the early morning hours. You stopped in a relatively open area and pulled your shorts down the rest of the way. Having been this route before I had availed myself of the last 90 seconds or so to ditch my shorts and pull open my blouse freeing the girls. The truck had barely stopped and you were still putting it in Park as I straddled you and settled my pussy onto your cock.

"Fuck me good baby. Oh god fuck, fuck, fuck me" I cried as I posted up and down on Little Bill. No more that 60 seconds later I was screaming out my orgasm. As I slowly came down the massively noisy air horn of an 18 wheeler went off almost on top of us. I looked up and waved to the smiling trucker who saluted our early morning fuck.

You replied with our horn and we both waved. He laid on his horn again and then I realized that my open blouse and no bra was providing quite a show. I quickly covered up and Bill circled around to the main building again so that we could use the restrooms.

"Better, big fella better. I like it when you write about the tastes and smells and the sexual rush of an impending orgasm. We had some great times didn't we."

The rest of the morning drive was memorable for another thing because I had lost several buttons on my blouse when I ripped it open earlier. My rosy nipples and occasionally a full breast would 'randomly' emerge from the gap like when we got gas or stopped for lunch. The desk clerk at the resort was also quite appreciative. The other reason was because for several hours you kept me on the verge of orgasm by constantly fingering my pussy. You had the juices flowing so much that I had a giant wet spot on my shorts and the car and my clothes all smelled like ripe pussy. Offensive odor to some but like waving a red cape at a bull to you.

We had barely gotten our things into our room at the resort when you were plowing me from behind. While not an optimum position for me to orgasm you remedied that by taking one of your hands that had been mauling my tits and moving it around and down to find my clit. Now every thrust of your fat cock was punctuated with a tweek of my clit or a nipple. I literally became a fucking orgasm machine and after four I pleaded with you to just please fucking cum. You did with what seemed like a quart of swimmers.

As I sat naked on the toilet draining and reflecting on our wonderful sex life you came in.

"Sorry babe but I have to pee. Shower, sink or between your legs?"

"How about the last one, I have to shower anyway."

"OK but don't do anything sexy because I can't pee with another hard on."

Sitting up straighter and cupping my hands under my breasts I smiled and said.

"Any time you're ready sailor."

Quickly you straddled my lap and sat down on my thighs. Your cock was fattening up but you forced it down, seemed to tense up momentarily and unleashed a torrent of pee. The warm stream felt strangely exhilarating as it flowed on my shaved pussy and down between my legs, around my clit and into the toilet. When your stream ended we sat for a moment in silence and I said.

"Well my dear husband that was indeed a first. Urine is warmer than I thought. Not at all unpleasant but sort of messy wouldn't you say?"

"Try it again later?"

"How about in the shower?"

As I recall you then jumped into the shower while I mopped up, flushed and got in with you. We frequently showered together finding it to be a tremendously erotic experience after making love. We found through trial and error that it was not a great place for us to have intercourse but a wonderful sensual experience after a round of sex. Gently soaping and shampooing each others bodies sometimes led to more sex but more often was just erotic bonding.

For some reason that shower stands out in my memory as a particularly erotic one that led to your third beautiful erection in as many hours and more sweet love in the resort bed. As I recall we ran our whole erotic repertoire that afternoon and held hands like newlyweds the rest of the day.

I'll never forget walking arm in arm to a small restaurant on the resort grounds and you stopping before we went in. You took my head in your hands, looked into my eyes and said.

"My Darling Ann I love you so very much. I love you now and I will forever."

You then kissed me for the longest time and while tears streamed down my face I said the same to you.

"Oh Yeh I remember that trip. The sex of course but most of all the affection you showed me was out of this world. Now, are you going to write about that vacation week in the Bahamas when we got mixed up with those swingers?

You're sure you want me to dredge that one up again.

There was some pretty hot sex.

Yes there was. Unfortunately I wasn't involved in all of it."

This is Bill writing this.

While the trip in question to the Bahamas involved lots of partial and full nudity with sex on several beaches it also involved other couples in much closer contact than I was comfortable with. In other words, at a drunken orgy a stranger had a lot of sexual contact with you that I got seriously upset about.

This is Ann again. I'm very sorry that Bill had poor memories of that trip. We had our usual great vacation sex but I did get involved in an incident where a stranger stuck his cock in me briefly but I'll get to that later.

Bill was involved in some large important projects at work and had been putting in incredibly long hours. When everything was successful and on track we left on a trip to the Bahamas that I had arranged. I had perused dozens of websites that gave vacation ideas for the islands and frankly they all started to blur together. I ended up keying in on a group of hotels that touted a topless beach on one of the islands. The web pics showed topless beautiful young people playing volleyball and drinking around large bonfires. The rooms and weekly packages were within our budget and so I picked one and sent in the deposit.

Bill didn't really relax until we were on the plane. I had asked the stewardess for a blanket and I spread it over both of our laps. When he said he wasn't cold I just said to relax. I think he got the reason for the blanket as my fingers pulled down his zipper and began to fish around to get his cock out of the fly in his underwear. Luckily he was wearing boxers that were looser than his regular jockey shorts. The folks in the row across from us were napping and so I was able to play with and eventually bring him off before landing on the island. The problem was now I was all keyed up and I had to wait until we got the hotel to get my chimes rung. Ring them he did after stripping me down and throwing me onto the bed. That fuck was fast, intense and as I recall, took the edge off quite nicely.

It was mid afternoon and so we suited up to go down to the beach. I had been dieting my eyeballs out and wore a bikini with a thong bottom and a top that barely covered my nipples. Bill had been working out also but still wore his old cotton unlined bottoms.

The crowd on the beach was mixed. Little kids were naked. Teenagers were mostly topless as were the adults. However, I wanted to scream out and tell most of the topless women to please put on a shirt. Nine out of ten of the women had tits with nipples down around their bellybuttons. I was reminded of milk cow udders. Bill made a comment that reflected that same feeling but then pointed out to me that there was a beach section over on the right that was reserved for our hotel and was populated with umbrellas with the hotel logo. Our fellow guests were all over there. My appraisal of that crowd was that the guys were mostly decent and most of the girls and women were good to great looking. All were topless. I'm sure Bill would agree, there were no cows in this herd.

I quickly disposed of my bikini top in my beach bag and my stud husband and I looked for an unoccupied umbrella. That first afternoon we mostly gawked and got a two hour dose of sun. From time to time girls in tiny little thongs circulated throughout our area passing out flyers for the evening activities. As the five o'clock hour approached we had had enough first day sun and headed back to the room to unpack and shower.

Bill did a quick shower while I did the woman shit of settling our stuff, showering and redoing my makeup so that it didn't look like I was wearing makeup. Through that process Bill was feeding me alcoholic fruit drinks. He stayed nude and so did I and about six all my tasks completed I joined him on our veranda. We eyed each other's nude bodies and the following conversation ensued.

"So kind Sir have you relaxed and are you enjoying yourself?

"Yes kind lady. I've had two orgasms this afternoon and I'm thinking about wether to go for another now or to wait for one down at the beach luau later?"

"Why not both?"

"Sorry girl, I'm not 16 any more unless I pill up."

We bantered back and forth but eventually decided to fill our empty stomachs at the hotel's sponsored luau buffet. I wore an open blouse over my bikini and I think you had a tee shirt and swimming trunks. The food was OK but certainly not spectacular. They did however have virtual vats of some sort of alcoholic fruit drink that gave you a buzz and memory loss over the food. In any event there was music, a giant bonfire, booze and lots of people in a party mood. We found out later that a large percentage of the younger crowd there were from some kind of partying tour group and all knew one another.

You are not much of a dancer but I have always loved having a few cocktails and dancing till I'm ready to drop. You will do three or four songs and then bow out. I usually find another high woman who also loves to dance and we go nuts. The same thing happened at this luau only the drunk girl I linked up with stripped off her bra and dared me to do the same. My blouse was already off but I resisted dropping my bra and then suddenly it was loose and falling to the sand. One of my dancing partner's girlfriends had un latched it and then I realized that all of the women dancing near us were topless and fondling not only their own breasts but others as well.

Anyway, I was wasted on Mai somethings and just kept dancing as the crowd around me got wilder and wilder. Then suddenly a pair of hands came around me from behind and started fondling my tits. In my drunken state I first thought how nice it was that you were caressing me from behind. I could feel your cock against my ass and my wish that my bikini bottom was off came true. Your cock slid into my pussy from behind and I glanced down at that point and saw that dark brown hands were holding my hips. It took a couple of seconds in my drunken state to realize that HOLY FUCK THOSE ARN'T MY HUSBANDS HANDS. If they weren't his hands than whose cock? Abruptly I tried to pull away but the guy was strong and having fun fucking an unsuspecting woman. Then suddenly I saw you were plowing through the dancers tossing people to the sides and with a roar assaulting my erstwhile lover. I had never seen you so angry as you pounded on the man who fell away onto the sand and cowered from your assault.

Then as suddenly as the beast in you had been turned on the second that you looked at me your face turned tragically sad. You held out a hand to me and said.

"Where are your clothes?"

That said it all. Here I was a naked middle aged woman surrounded by drunken youngsters still wildly dancing to the tropical music. In a moment of clarity I realized what had happened and my tears began to flow as I cried against your chest. Through the tears I sobbed.

"I'm so sorry. I thought you had rejoined me dancing and it was only when I saw his hands that I realized that it wasn't you. Oh Bill I'm so so sorry can you ever forgive me?

You didn't answer that one as you searched for and then found my thong. He shook the sand out and handed it too me.

"Put this on for when we walk through the hotel lobby. I think we've had enough luau fun and you need to spend a little time with your douche."

As I recall you grabbed a towel from the station at the hotels gate to the beach and I wrapped it around my shoulders and boobs. You said nothing as we walked through the lobby and took the elevator to our room. When we got there I just went directly into the bathroom and spent the next half hour repairing. When I came out I stayed naked and joined Bill on the balcony overlooking the beach and ocean.

I sat down next to him and finally broke the silence.

"Once again I don't know what to say besides I'm sorry. I realize that me getting wasted and doing my usual drunken girl dancing routine led to what happened. I pledge to you that I will never again put myself in a situation where what happened would be possible. I guess I naively thought that if a guy was going to fuck a strange girl that he would ask first but then I suppose me just showing off with my naked tits was all the permission he thought he needed."

You were still quiet and so I went on.

"Bill I love you and I don't know what to say or do. The guy only was in me briefly and no cum came out with the douche. Please, please I need you to love me and replace all those bad memories."

I reached out and touched your shoulder. You then turned in your chair and grasped my hand in yours. We both had tears in our eyes as we leaned together and tenderly kissed. The tenderness gradually gave way to more and more sexual feelings and soon you were pulling me out of my chair and into the bedroom. We conveniently fell onto the bed and in literally seconds your beautiful cock was banging against my cervix as my heels beat a tattoo on your back. I became an orgasm machine popping off one after another at least half a dozen times before you reared back and let loose with a monster cum that filled me to overflowing.

We slowly relaxed and slipped into a deep sleep not waking until the birds started their calls in the morning.

During the rest of our long marriage, Bill never threw this episode back in my face. I still loved to dance but I never again went wild like that night or let a penis not Bill's anywhere in the vicinity of my vagina.

Our intercourse frequency gradually slowed down when we got into our later 60's. However, our affection for each other stayed the same or maybe even went up a bit as the sex time decreased. We were open with each other and found that both of us had to assist our bodies with lubricants, salves and erection meds. It was sort of clinical but we were open with one another and fit the assists into our sex lives. The main thing was that we had to be more verbal in what we called our pre bedroom talk. For instance if 11 was bedtime I might say something like.

"Say Bill how's the back doing. I was sort of thinking of a little exercise later to loosen up the joints. Is that OK with you?"

Last Saturday when I said that he looked over the top of his glasses at me and came over to my TV chair. He bent over me and tilted my head up with one hand and gave me an old fashioned tongue kiss while seeking and finding a nipple with his other hand. As old lefty stiffened and stuck out through my checkered blouse I reached out and fondled his groin.

"I'll be pilling up old lady so get your lady parts ready for some exercise."

Bill took his pill and then made the rounds locking up and otherwise securing the house. He then got out his iPad, brushed his teeth and finished up in the bathroom before stripping down and getting under the covers. Selecting one of his favorite Literotica stories he settled in to wait for me.

Ten minutes later I was at his bedside wearing my favorite short satin robe.

"Howdy big fella. Come here often?"

"Well I cum here as often as the sexy fox I'm married too lets me. How about you?"

"Bout the same."

I was opening the covers as we talked and his eyes shined as I let my robe open and a boob fell out. As the covers opened completely I said.

"Heh fella. Really nice hard on. Oh look he's bobbing up and down beckoning me to say hello."

I played with his cock while I the gown opened completely. We both loved the way the satin felt on our skin and I gathered a handful of it and his cock. Slowly masturbating it I said.

"You know my husband used to have one just like this only maybe not quite so big."

After a couple of minutes he pulled me down next to him and we continued the gown play now leaving trails of precum on the garment.

"Now you're going to have to wash my favorite gown."

"No way. I love cum trails like this. I wards off the other gentlemen callers."

My pussy was clean shaven and eventually he moved in to seek and find my clit. Half a dozen strokes of his tongue and I was humming like the old days. A little later. he tested my lube and found me warm and tight and responsive as always. With Cialis or Viagra Bill can literally fuck all night and so he fucked me to three orgasms and then pulled out for a little rest. I loved the breaks almost as much as the fucking because we were naked, exposed and totally open with one another. We loved to trace our fingers up and down the peaks and valleys of each others bodies not put off for a moment by the scars and wrinkles of time. I particularly remember having a long conversation with his cock that night.

By now my satin gown was off and Bill was perched on my midsection. He knew that I was self conscious about my breasts which were once a firm C cup now were a droopy D. Sometimes I wore a shelf bra to hold them up and out but he seemed to love them no matter what and I usually fed him my nipples as he alternated kissed them.

I remember that night trapping his cock between my legs forming a tunnel so that his in and out motions went directly over my clit. This enabled me to cum repeatedly and Bill got off again and sleep started to creep up on us.

A final visit to the bathroom and naked in each others arms we went to sleep. Being nude, sleeping with the naked love of my life and him having taken a 100mg hard on pill made it easy to initiate another love making session the next morning. Thank goodness for modern medicine.

So my dear did I cover all the important subjects or do you want to add anything?

No, you covered most of the important stuff. The only problem was that it was a little vanilla. I know, I know you are writing this for a different audience but I'm dead and crave descriptions of the sights and smells of sex which I am currently denied. Don't worry Billy boy. I'm waiting for you and my girlfriends tell me the fucking here is spectacular.