One-Third of a Century

      He heard the door open and the shuffle of slippers on the rug.

      She saw his blanket covered body lying on the bed. He’d asked to be wakened at six.

      He had been awake for about ten minutes waiting to rise from his nap.

      She kissed him on the cheek, “It’s time to get up.”

      “I’ve been awake for a while, is dinner ready yet?

      “Yes, there are leftovers for both of us,” she said, continuing to kiss him.

      “Is there any chance of appetizers?” he asked, rolling onto his back.

      “What do you have in mind?”

        “I was thinking of hanging mammary glands,” he said, with a knowing grin.

      “Oh you with the one track mind.”

      With one hand he pulled her blouse from her shorts and found the coupling of her bra with the other. He tried several different to loosen it but didn’t make any progress. “I used to do that with one hand.”

      “You’re not as young or flexible as you once were.” She moved to free his left arm as she kissed him on the lips.

      “Thank you ma’me,” he said, using both hands to unfasten her bra.

      She sighed at the release of the pressure of the surrounding elastic material.

      He rubbed his hands over the spot where the clasp had been, and using his nails raked the same place with his nails.

      She loved to have her back scratched. The rascal knows I like that, she thought.

      He pulled the front of her blouse and bra from her breasts. The ample flesh swayed when freed.

      She turned to her right allowing her blouse to balloon over his head and a breast to swing in front of his face. She liked his mouth on her flesh.

      “You’re beautiful,” he said, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

      “They changed a great deal over the years,” she said, enjoying his sucking.

      “They’re still fantastic,” He took the entire nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue back and forth and around and around.

      She pulled away slightly forcing him to apply more pressure to hold her sensitive hardening nipple in place.

      He held on and used a hand to fondle the other.

      “Hum,” she said, pulling loose and turning to give him access to the opposite nipple. Needing no encouragement, he eagerly took the gift.

      Her blood was racing as he suckled like a new born.

      The taste of her breasts never grew old. The sweet salty flavor reminded him of the first time he had the privilege, and his cock hardened.

      She turned back again offering him a second opportunity at pleasuring her nub.

      He sucked harder and worked his tongue faster applying more pressure with the top of his mouth and tongue. At the same time, he threw the blanked from his body.

      Pulling away because of the tingling coursing through her body; she pulled her blouse and bra over her head.

      “That’s better,” he said, guiding her hand to his erection and pulling her face to his for a kiss.

      She stroked the familiar, soft, smooth but hard flesh with her hand. “I’m breaking my back,” she said.

      “You don’t have to stand there. You can join me.”

      She walked to the other side of the bed, undressed, and crawled in with him. “Is this better?” She asked, kissing him.

      “Much,” he said, returning her kiss and placing her hand on his cock.

      They kissed a long time: at first they were small pecks, then moist lips to moist lips, and finally tongue to tongue.

      She was aroused. The excitement of his kisses, the feel of his hard-on, and the tingling that radiated from her nipples to her core.

      His hand slid from her breast, down her stomach, and to her pubic hair and pussy lips. “You’re wet,” he said, with a smile.

      “What did you expect? “

      He pulled her on top of him. “Can I assume you’re ready?”

      “You can assume anything you want,” she said, lifting her body straddling him. “Hold it in place, I don’t want to wait.”

      He held his cock erect and felt her pussy glide down around him.

      She sighed as her pussy lips were separated and her moist void filled.

      He groaned as she encased him. He smiled up at her as he had countless times before.

      “Like that a little,” she said, slowly moving back and forth on him.

      He lifted his hips and watched her breasts sway from side to side, and bounce up and down.

      She smiled down at his handsome face decorated with a graying Van Dyke, as she moved with practiced deliberateness.

      He took her by the hands and propelled her to a quicker rhythm.

      Like a cowgirl, she rode him at a faster and faster pace, and her level of arousal increased with each stroke.

      Pushing and pulling, he forced her to move more rapidly on his engorged and throbbing cock. Her breasts bounded in all directions, which increased his visual and emotional pleasure.

      Her breathing became ragged and the stimulation of his cock moving back and forth along her pussy walls stirred her to a fever pitch.

      He pulled her forward and took her breasts into his hands. With his thumbs between her tits, he brought the nipples together and took them in his mouth.

      She knew what was happening and couldn’t wait for the thrill he was about to deliver. His mouth swallowed her nipples and his tongue ran figure eights around them. His cock, his mouth, and his tongue ignited a spark of passion in her and she erupted in an orgasmic dance. 

        Her gyrations caused him to arch his back, and it felt as though the head of his cock was exploding in delicious spurts of semen.

      Her rapid movements continued for a short while as her body was racked with spasms of pleasure as though she’d been drugged. This was the moment of ultimate pleasure and freedom she always looked forward too.  She arched her back, shuddered, and fell too his side.

      He took her in his arms as he fell flaccid from her. “I love you—a little bit.”

      Those were the words she heard every day, but they had a special meaning after they made love. That expression had a special meaning that took both of them a long way back in time.

      “I love you too,” she said

      Husband and wife clung to each other as though they were young lovers, but he was seventy-six and she sixty-one. They had been married for more than one-third of a century, but for each of them it was as though it was the first time.

Carmen Inked: Clip 1