Snow on Roof and Fire in Furnace

This fictional story is based on problems faced by senior citizens who lose the light of their life every day. Younger readers may not understand the feelings expressed in the story. I have made every effort to cross the t's and dot the i's for those who dwell on that sort of thing. My stories deal with the emotions of the characters. I would love to hear any comments that you may have but please be kind.

There will be other similar stories for the old folks.

He and She

He

Sam was 75 years old. His wife, Martha of 45 years passed away 2 years ago. They had a good life together. It took Sam almost 2 years to be able to go out to eat. Why, because she would not be there, looking at him, would not be there loving him with her eyes, touching his hand, sleeping there with him every night.

Sam especially missed her body close to his, arousing him, pressing into his chest, even at seventy.

God, he wanted that again. It was not the moaning and groaning of their youth but the shared passion, the memories.

Sam was also ashamed because he still had the desire to experience that passion. It was a betrayal to her, he was ashamed!

Sam had to resort to masturbation now, which was so unsatisfactory, compared to sex with Martha. Even her name could give him a hard-on. Sam had kept Marthas favorite perfume so that he could remember her scent.

Sam had resorted to sex now with plastic or rubber or whatever those things are made of. Who wants to smell rubber during sex.

Martha had her scent, wherever he found it, and she tasted wonderful, especially in those private places. Long live her scent.

Sam wanted to be faithful to her memory but was so frustrated having that sexual desire. He had tried to meet other women his age that were attractive to him, but no one could take her place. Sam finally decided that he had to move ahead to keep from going crazy.

Where could Sam find someone who perhaps was in the same condition he was. Not wanting to replace Martha but to help him deal with the loss with understanding.

Sam had looked for women at church, but many had known Martha so that would be a problem he thought.

They would know that he was looking and that would make it unacceptable.

He might go to the "senior citizens" center, but that didn't seem a+ fit for him. They would know that he was looking too.

Sam thought that he could do what people used to call "bar hopping," but that certainly was not Sam!! Maybe fate will smile on Sam someday soon.

She

Samantha had been married to Brad 47 years before he passed away. It had been a sudden event, while they were walking in the park, on their forty seventh anniversary. One minute he was there and the next he was gone. She didn't even get to say goodbye. How rude is that?

Their marriage had been "hot" from the beginning and stayed that way the whole time. Saying "hot" doesn't mean that they had sex everyday and twice on Saturday. It meant that they were always passionate about every aspect of their relationship. They were always in touch with each other and everybody could tell.

Samantha and Brad were always a couple. They could not understand how a husband and wife could split up and not go as a couple.

After Brad's passing, Samantha had locked herself in the house, frequently weeping and depressed.

The "kids" were not surprised, but after six months, they had to have a little talk with mom.

"Mom, we need to talk," they said

"If you continue to live like this you will kill yourself. Dad would not want you to continue this way. He would want you to live. You need to find someone that knows your pain. Someone who has or is going through the same experience, someone who has lost the light of their life too. Mom, snap out of it."

That was good advice, but easier said than done.

Samantha knew the kids were right, but they didn't understand either. Brad had been everything to her. She loved the kids as any mother would, but her man was her man.

After almost a year, Samantha began to crawl out of her isolation. Not looking for a new mate but just getting out of the depression. After hiding away for almost a year, she did not look good. She was pale and lethargic, walking without confidence. She didn't do anything, go anywhere. It was not a good look!

The return from the dead

Sam and Samantha were both a total wreck. Both of their kids had tried to urge their parents to join humanity. Eventually both San and Samantha realized that it was either fish or cut bait. Live or die. They did not want to die but they didn't want to live either. So, fate had to get involved.

Well maybe it wasn't fate. The only place that Sam and Samantha even came close to seeing each other was in church. They both went to the same church. The church had a senior's program and eventually they both attended that group on a Wednesday night.

The teacher would introduce new members and that night included Sam and Samantha. After the class someone dragged Sam over to Samantha just because of their names. They were not keen to do that. When they did meet, they inspected each other and found a pleasant person that might be interesting.

Soon, Sam and Samantha started attending the "senior sessions" and then regular services each week.

The friendship

After a week or two Sam and Samantha acknowledged that they were in similar situations, that is losing their cherished mates along with the loss of those happy days.

They slowly began to share their struggle to survive their respective losses. Within a few months they were comfortable enough to share their feelings about some more private topics. It happened like this.

Sam was talking to Samantha about things that were important in their lives. Sam said, "you know, one thing that I miss most is the intimate moments. They were so special that I can't forget the passion that it gave us for the rest of our lives.

Samantha was silent for a little while. Then she said quietly, "I know, me too."

Sam continued," I feel like I am being unfaithful to Martha by even thinking about that." Samantha didn't wait so long to say, "I know, me too."

The loss of their spouses was as if they had died. It took Sam and Samantha about 6 months to really get to know one another and decide that they were compatible. They had started to hold hands, but they did not know how that happened. Sam and Samantha were touching and being touched. Now the touches were different, but they were the same, always respectful, careful and only when they both felt it was OK.

The proposal

Finally, Sam felt that they had to be honest about their relationship. Sam wanted to tell Samantha how he felt about her, but he was apprehensive, afraid too. He didn't know if he could take rejection. Finally, Sam decided to let the chips fall where they may.

Sam said, "Samantha, I want to discuss something very important to me and that is how I feel about you. After Martha died, I did not think I would ever meet someone else that I could love. I was not looking for someone to replace her, but someone who was like her, the way she looked at life and conducted herself, with grace and gentleness.

I want to let you know, I feel that you have a similar approach to life. I am saying this now because I can't continue being with you, not knowing if we can remain together.

Samantha thought she was going to die, and tears filled her eyes. She said, "Sam, I felt the same way you did when we met. I did not intend to get involved with another man who was so dedicated to a marriage, When I met you, I could see that you were just like him in spirit.

I feel the same. You will never take his place, in my heart, but you can add another love letter to my life. Is there anything else that you want to know or ask me?

Sam said to Samantha, "Yes there is, will you marry me?"

Samantha said to Sam, "I have waited eagerly for this, for a while, yes Sam, I will marry you."

The Honeymoon

A few weeks later Sam and Samantha were married. They talked about where to go for the honeymoon but decided that they had done that once already. Sam had a friend with a retreat home in Colorado. It was very nice and secluded, and the friend invited them to honeymoon there.

Sam and Samantha went to the cabin, but to say it was a cabin was understated. It was also not a house, but a grand retreat.

The owner provided everything they could need for as long as they wanted.

Sam and Samantha were 75 but they had taken care of themselves physically. Both had active sexual lives in their marriage. Sam had an interesting saying, "there may be snow on the roof, but that does not mean there is no fire in the furnace." When he told Samantha that she said, "we will find out to night, you may want to throw another log on the fire."

Sam and Samantha were used to sex with class. There was no crude dialogue or slutty attire.

Samantha was stunning, she wore a white lace outfit that went clear to the floor but was not exactly see through. The areas over her breasts and pussy, obscured the nipples and the pussy. (that was what she called it) Sam could see that her pussy was covered by a carefully trimmed carpet of dark fur which was going gray, Sam liked gray just fine.

Sam for his part was not naked when she appeared from the lady's room, The use of the word bathroom did not seem appropriate. He was waiting for her, standing next to the bed.

Sam had kept his boxers on for two reasons. The first was so that his erection would be obvious but not in your face, and two because he wanted her to take them off.

Sam approached her slowly, taking his time looking at her. When he got to her, he very slowly kissed her and gently caressed her. His touch was guided by years of experience in touching, stimulating the proper places. Rubbing her erect nipples and rubbing on the place where the clit lives, He didn't separate the lips yet, he was just energizing the clit.

Then Sam started slowly raising the gown up until the pussy was exposed. At this point, Samantha reached into his shorts and got a hand full of him with one hand and his balls with the other. Clearly, they both knew what they were doing.

Sam quicky stroked her pussy and then continued raising the gown. Samantha had to raise her arms to let Sam remove it. It was now apparent that was exactly what Sam wanted. Raising her arms caused her breasts to lift and display a wonderful pair of breasts with very nice puffy nipples.

Sam proceeded to grasp the breasts and push them up exposing the puffy nipples for Sam to lick, suck and nibble on. After a few moments of that, he proceeded on down to her pussy. Sam then lightly stuck out his tongue to lick up and down her outer lips.

At this point he asked her to lay down crossway, so that her hips were on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor. This caused her legs to separate, exposing the pussy. Sam could see her pussy was opening on its own.

Sam could also see that her pussy was leaking her natural juices down on to her anus, also that her natural scent was very apparent.

Samantha softly said, "Do you like what you see?" Then she said, "if you like it, you can fill me up when you're ready."

Sam was experienced and he was also rather well hung. He was, in fact, about seven inches, which is about one and a half over average.

With Samantha lying on the bed with her feet on the floor it gave Sam a perfect view of her pussy and complete control over everything. She knew that and trusted him to know how to do this.

Sam carefully took his cock and guided it into her vagina at the bottom of the split and gently slid it in. Samanthas vagina took it all without complaint. She had waited for this so long that she thought she was going to cum right there.

Sam was in heaven because Samantha was tight since it had been five years since her last encounter and he was somewhat larger than her first husband.

Samantha was not normally into words like fucking, but used the way she did, it was erotic. Sam would do other things to her pussy but now they were enjoying their first fuck in a log time. They would catch up quickly since they knew all the chords.

Samantha was long overdue for an orgasm and the fact that Sam was so good at slipping into her and that he was somewhat bigger than her previous experience she got off quickly.

When she did cum, she thrust her hips up, trying to get as much cock in her as she could, stretching her pussy. She kept thrusting for a minute, contracting 3 or 4 times. This hard thrusting caused Sam to cum too. When Samanthe felt him flood her with sperm, she had another orgasm herself. This time was even better than the first and she contracted 8 or 9 times.

They both were exhausted. Sam just laid there next to her watching the cum running out of her pussy and down across her anus. Finally, they rearranged themselves into a normal position. There was her cum and his cum all over the sheets, but they did not care.

After Sam and Samantha rested, they started to pay attention to the sticky sheets and decided to take a shower together. That decision resulted in another fucking.

Sam and Samantha had not paid too much attention to the shower, because it was separate from the main bath area. When they did, they were amazed, the shower was about ten feet square in blue tile so that it looked like being at the beach.

There was what looked like a bed with some kind of soft waterproof material they did not recognize. There were water nozzles and controls all over the place. Apparently, the owner used this as a playpen.

The shower also featured a shelf along one wall which they could not figure out what it was for, but the shelf was equipped with some towel bars for geriatric lovers. Long bars for the towels and smaller ones for hand towels.

Since the shower was so large, they thought that the hot water suppl must be huge. They intended to find out. Another thing about the shower was that the floor was textured so that it was not slippery.

After they were finished cleaning each other they retired to the bed, changed the sheets and quickly went to sleep.

It was late in the morning when Sam woke up with a start.

Something heavy was pressing down on him. In fact, it was Samantha. Sam was on his back and Samantha was on top of him. Samantha was on him with her head between his legs, sucking on his dick. As Sam looked down, he was presented with an up close and personal view of her pussy.

Sam could see that the pussy was drooling all over the place and was splayed open. He also noted that if he wanted, he could easily lick the whole thing.

Samantha was doing a great job giving head, but Sam suddenly remembered something odd about the shower.

Sam said, "Let's take another shower!!"

Samantha stopped sucking and said, "Now?"

"Yes now," Sam said.

Sam had been in such a rush last night that he had missed something VERY important. The shower had different styles of shower heads and controls in different locations. The owner of the home had built it as a playroom.

The area that Sam was thinking about was the one with the towel bars. He went to look closer. On the floor in front of the towel bars were footprints facing the wall. There were two types of towel bars, one set of rings and one set of small vertical bars recessed into the wall. Sam saw it now and they were NOT towel bars.

Sam led Samantha over to that area. He could see that her juices were still running down her legs, so he just took her over there. He had her stand on the footprints facing the wall. This put her about two feet from the wall. Then he said to Samantha, "without moving your feet, grab the two vertical bars."

Samantha did that and then realized that she was leaning forward at a 45-degree angle with her ass exposed. That is exactly what Sam had suspected. Sam stepped up to her butt. Samanth could now picture herself, ass jutting out ready to receive his cock and it was very erotic. She said, "yes take me," And he did.

After a few minutes Samantha said, "Sam there is one thing I have wondered about but never tried. I have wondered about anal sex. Could we try that?" She continued, "I know that you will never hurt me, and I am so wet, just pull out and try my ass but stop if I say."

Now Sam had never tried this either, so he was breaking new ground, so to speak. Sam stroked her pussy a few more times to make sure he was well lubed Then he pulled out.

Then he pushed three fingers into her pussy for more lubrication and gently smeared that over her asshole. He did that a few more times. Then he lubed the fingers again and inserted one into her butt. She did not have any problem with that, and she was able to take two fingers without it hurting.

The moment of truth was at hand. Sam slid his cock back into her pussy a few more times and then placed the tip of his cock on her asshole. He pressed gently and then said, "Samantha, pretend that you need go and try to just relax."

He kept the light pressure on and as she tried to relax, he could feel her hole open slightly.

They tried pushing and relaxing for several minutes. Then Sam said, "let's start over again." They tried this routine several times and after a while Sam was pretty sure that the next effort would work.

For the last attempt he lubricated his cock again and then when he touched her asshole it allowed him to push in all the way. He let it rest there!

Samanthe said, "Is it all in?" "No," said Sam. Samanth said," let me take it a little at a time." They experimented for a while and then decided to not overdo it, but to try again later.

That night the big rush was over. Tonight, they would take it slow, enjoying the finer points that they already knew but would have a different flavor with each other.

The flavor was different, that was clear. Sam, having now tasted these two different women, could appreciate the distinction.

Thinking about it, Sam admitted that in general, all pussies look similar, but the two he had seen had little details that were unique. Viva la difference!

What could be so different? The size and color of the lips, texture of the fur and the way each kept it trimmed, the color of the fur, the place where the clit resided and the size and sensitivity. Their scent was distinctive.

That night Sam and Samantha tried different positions but not to the point of trying everything in the Kama Sutra. Sam and Samantha tried the missionary, the cowgirl, looking forward and looking backward the rear entry doggy style and rear laying on the side.

It was interesting, because he and both of his wives preferred the cowgirl looking at their partner's face.

He thought about it this way. (1) Missionary is a male dominate thing. Some guys like it because they can ram and jam it. They like to be the boss. Missionary position is tiring and the older you get the worse it is.

For the woman, she is subject to his desire not hers. Some like to push her legs back to her ears and Sam could not understand that. Also, when you get to 75 the legs are NOT going there.

(2) Next on the list is the doggy style. This is another male dominate position: Guys like to think they can get it in deeper. Is there a plus here for somebody? A drawback to this position is, you cannot see her face which tells you a lot of things. Sam did not like any position that obscures her facial expression. He could not see her smile from the back.

(3) Male behind on the side. Same problem as one and two.

(4) Cowgirl looking back. Better for her but still looking at her back.

(5) Cowgirl forward: Best for Sam and Samantha because

a. Both can see each other's face and tell right away if all is well.

b. It is less tiring for both. The woman can speed up and slow down as needed. In fact, the woman can prolong the tempo that will allow her to have an orgasm. Men tend to leave their partner behind.

Here comes the big plus for them. The male now has access to his women's body. He can touch almost everywhere on her body. Back, legs, ass, hips thighs, head, face, arms, clit and the breasts with the sensitive nipples.

Plus, for the woman.

The woman can adjust the thrusting angle by pumping up and down at her speed and depth. She can thrust back and forth. Only she knows what feels best for her at any time

This a great position for the woman because she can touch him. She can touch his cock and the attached balls to rub, squeeze, pinch, and pull. She can pinch her own nipples, have him pinch her nipples or simply drag her tits across His chest or his nipples. She can look into his eyes, give him a hot kiss, move her hips in any direction.

This position offers the greatest flexibility of any other. Sam had used all these positions from time to time, depending on what he and she wanted.

Sams first wife occasionally wanted to be dominated and sometimes she wanted to dominate, so the position varied.

In Sams experience, there were several classes of sex partners.

The full participant. Both are partners in their relationship. Each partner could ask for sex and expect a positive response unless there was a good reason not to. Sams first wife and Samantha were in this class,

Part timer who might not engage for some reason including punishing the other but would occasionally want sex on their schedule.

Scheduled participant who wants sex to be a Friday night at 10 PM event. Their approach was like the 10 o'clock news, boring.

The nonparticipant. Is a woman that will allow sex IF you plead long enough but will spread her legs just enough to get there saying to hurry up I have other things to do like throwing out the trash.

Sex with Samantha is always good. She produces the best pussy juice by having a diet high in pineapple. At least that is her story. It is very stimulating to see the juices running down her legs and it sure makes it easy to slide in. It also helps me get in her ass.

Sam and Samantha had been well off, so they sold the previous homes and got something that suited them. It is a country house with 5 bedrooms and 4 baths to handle the kids and grandkids. It also has a pool and a private fence, so that they can indulge in adult activities if they want. Sam and Samantha are still enjoying life together, including sex.