Thank You, Get Fucked

I closed the door quickly, eager to get away from the January morning cold. Damn, when did I get so sensitive to 21 degrees? January used to be my favorite because of the crisp, dry air which was perfect for running.

While looking at the mirror, I dried my sweaty arms, neck, and my smooth head. I inspected my face: it hardly changes everyday but I know that the age has caught up with me. I say this to my almost-60 workmates, and they encourage me that 44 is young.

"I was at that age when I had my baby girl," the man said. "Not too late for you and Jane."

I met Jane when I just started feeling like an aging man, around 3 years ago. She was plentifully, mentally young at 32. She has a distinct laugh and kindness in her eyes. But I recognized the loneliness in her.

I was 41 and balding. After a few odd months of dating, I asked her to marry me. Honestly, I was surprised that she said yes. Maybe because neither of us wanted to have kids. So maybe for Jane, I was also "just a reasonable choice."

We sleep in different rooms. But we're kind and polite to each other like good friends. I make good money and she enjoys her life being a bookshop clerk.

It surprised me when she jumped out of the laundry area.

"Use another towel," she offered.

I noticed she had denim shorts and a tight old shirt. When she came close, I could see her breasts heaving up. I fought not to ogle.

"Need help with the laundry?" I asked while getting the towel to wrap myself in it.

"Yes please. Can you lift the comforters for me?"

I marched to our bedrooms and tear off the comforters and sheets.

I somehow feel nice when she asks me to do some heavy lifting. I actually try to be in shape, but I still have a bit of stubborn fat packed in my stomach, though.

I dropped the beddings in the laundry area. Then I took a shower. I avoided sulking at myself in the mirror. When I stepped outside, I notice Jane sitting on the couch while holding a glass of milk.

"Have you eaten?" she asked.

"Not yet, maybe not now."

She smiled a bit. "Even after a long run?"

I said yes. But she beckoned me to have some nuts that she has been eating from the bag. I ate too many for just two minutes.

"Just finish it up, I'm full and I still have this milk."

She said it very well and politely. There was no subtle annoyance in her tone even though I finished her food. She was always giving. Not only because I'm her husband-slash-housemate. It's just really in her nature as I have observed. She would have done it to anyone else.

I sat beside her munching like a hamster. A bald one at that. She laughed when I chunked down the last bit.

"Are you gonna tell me why you didn't plan on eating?"

"It's just... my belly fat I guess. Won't come off," I said hesitantly.

She laughed again. Suddenly, I find myself laughing too.

"That's no fair. How come you never get extra fat?" I teased.

"Have you taken a good look?" She jiggled her arms. "It's called skinny fat."

I just shake my head. In a beat, my mind bore a lot of things. I did not notice that my smile fell into a frown, until Jane asked me what's up.

Maybe it's my repetitive job. Or the people who keeps on asking me about having kids. Or maybe, being lost-- and that I could only keep on looking back to the old things I liked doing. Back when I was much younger.

"I just want to feel good about myself," was all I managed to say.

"I think you look great," she affirmed kindly. She thought I was still talking about my physique. Jane only understood as far as I've told her and I think that's very innocent. But I am also hoping that she probed a little bit into me.

I gazed into her kind face, and her eyes. I wished she saw me, and that she felt something deeper. I yearned. And I grew hard.

Jane finished her glass of milk and stood up but I stopped her midway. I caught her two fingers. She was startled but paused anyways.

"What's wrong? Can I get you anything?"

"Just sit back," and she did.

I offered her an embrace. She looked at me first with a quizzical look. But she grinned widely and loosely made contact with my body.

"Oh, a hug really feels nice!" she sighed and I focused on the feeling of her breasts on me.

"Why all of a sudden?" she asked.

Her arm hung limp on my side, not really gripping on me. And she didn't lean the weight of her torso much. Except for holding hands, our physical intimacy is basically zero. But I was feeling a different kind of hunger this time... I don't even masturbate nowadays but today is different.

"Can you say it again? The thing about me."

She tried to recall for a moment. "Marvin, I think you look great."

I pulled her in so closer that the couch almost moved. We were hugging sideways, and Jane was between myself and the wall. I ask her if this is alright.

"It feels nice. Thank you," she said.

"We can stay a little longer like this, yeah?"

"I think so, okay I guess."

I placed her hand on my hip and I kissed her ear. I felt her being taken aback, conscious of the burgeoning length tenting my shorts. I kissed her tenderly on the lips for a good three seconds.

"What are we doing?"

"What does it look like to you?" I tucked her hair behind her ears.

I looked into her eyes and hers was watery. Her lips were parted, and she was blushing madly up to the neck.

I kissed her again, sucking her lower lip and I brush my thumb on her cheek. There was one tear. "Can we do this?" she asked reluctantly.

"I'll take care of you," I told her.

"Just please don't hit me or choke me or --"

"I won't do that," I guaranteed and wasted no time to swoop in again for a kiss. I flicked my tongue lightly on her lip and she crumpled her small hands on my shirt.

I scooped her thighs to put it on top of mine and to my astonishment, she sat on my lap with both legs in the right direction.

To be honest, she's not a good kisser. I took care of the theatrics. But her confused hands lightly touching my face, my arms, and my chest while we were kissing felt absolutely damn good. I took my shirt off to feel more and she grinned at what she saw.

I forced my tongue in her mouth and kept it firmly until she moaned, breathless. She almost pushed me away but I pulled out the last moment.

"Oh wow," she reacted. I unzipped her shorts while she hooked her arms around my neck. I slipped my fingers and stroked her mound.

She grinded involuntarily. Her panties got wet. I asked her to sit up and kneel facing the wall. Hesitantly, she followed. I pulled my shorts down and my fuck tool sprang upwards, curled. Next, I pulled hers down just until the middle of her thighs.

I admired the shape of her ass, so wide contrary to her waist. I laid my hand next to hers against the wall and used the other to push it below the growing fat pussy.

She hummed pleasurably. I humped in and quickly pulled out.

"Ohhh..." she reacted. My body was so close I could feel her flinch a bit when I charged my dick to be squeezed by her thighs.

Then, I squeezed the bottom of her ass to maximize the impact on my dick. I wanted her to feel the roughness of skin-to-skin contact more. The more she became wet and slick, the more I wanted my length to cut through that and feel her pussy instead. I peeled her panties down to the middle of her thighs and I pulled it towards me, forcing her to buck and squeeze in her thighs more.

She was moaning loudly and when I felt her pushing against me, I responded with faster pumps that made her freeze. I wanted so bad to be doing this in a motel, where I could see myself pounding a girl against the wall on a mirror.

"Oh god, mmmm," it sounded so sweet and I wanted to see how she looked.

I asked her to face me so she turned around. We were still both kneeling on the sofa. She pulled her shorts and panties off. She hooked her arms back around my neck and I was ready again to make her feel my rough cock again.

She shut her eyes, bit her lip, and rested her head on the wall behind. Her teeth hung when she moaned and it was fucking sexy. I imagined how she would look like if her lips were rounded and wrapped around my cock.

But I didn't dare force her into blowjob yet. For now, I wanted her to have me. I wanted to use this wife. I want her to feel me deep inside. My cock throbbed badly it hurt.

I paused and tried to control myself from almost finishing. I checked on her. She was breathless.

I kissed her and caressed her hair. "Sorry about the tongue-thing, I forced it in."

"Okay," she mumbled.

"You think I can go in now?" I asked.

"I'm terrified. Just please be gentle."

I told her to lie down on her back. I pulled her right leg up, and her left leg hung on the side. Her week-old shaven pussy was wet and reddish. I pushed my tip in with little success. She wailed.

"Try to relax baby," I said, mounting beside her. I rested my forearms and elbows on the couch above her shoulders I caressed her hair and kissed her again. I couldn't help it and I shoved my tongue in her throat again. I liked how she moaned and sighed with her mouth full.

I attempted to break my dick in further, this time was easier. I got in half way. Jane drew circles on my back.

The pussy was tense, still. I focused on keeping the pace slow and careful not to enter too deep. It was fucking hard to slow myself down and I tried not to get impatient.

Jane massaged her clit. Seeing that, something in my head clicked. I groaned and suddenly went on wild mode. I pumped all the way in and her vagina cinched my girth. The girl wailed with pleasure and dug her nails on my back.

I took the hand away from her fuck object and slammed it on the couch. I used my free fingers to flick the clit in. I was balls deep and charging like a bull. I felt a surge of energy, remembering how I used to fuck all those sluts in my 20s.

She arched her back and cried. I forgot that she asked me to be gentle but her body really egged me on.

I asked her to hush, and well, she tried.

"Still okay?" I asked, pausing. She mumbled incoherently that sounded like my name. She moved her hip up, wanting to impale myself with my mad stick. I made this slut. I squeezed her breasts under her shirt.

I buried my face on her neck but she winced. So I went up and grazed my mouth on her cheek, her mouth, and ears, and she sighed more comfortably. I didn't notice when I started humping again. I let her play with her own clit. I squeezed her breasts firmly and she suddenly wriggled and made an almost-whistling tone.

She sighed with relief, having her climax. White cum came out of her pussy. She smiled sweetly.

I caught up with her. I tried not to roar, afraid that she might get scared and run away. She watched, smiling, while I sprayed cum on her thighs. God, that smile is starting to grow on me, three years too late.

I started to get back into my normal senses. My heart was beating really fast. Fuck, I was nervous. What sorcery has gotten into me, from owning the girl to feeling weak in front of her?

She turned away and wore my shirt. I dared to break the silence. I brought her tissue.

"Use this," I said. She cleaned up while she was still facing away. I felt that she felt embarrassed.

So I embrace her from behind I buried my face on her hair, appreciative of touch that I haven't had in so long. She smelled sweet. I wanted her to say something.

"Can you pull me in closer?" she asked. And I did.