If you read my last story here, you know how I, a 72-year-old retired college professor, married, monogamous (except for one slip 30 years ago), suddenly found myself in the cab of an immense semi-truck, sucking the cock of a truck driver. That story is posted in “Gay Male,” but “gay male” doesn’t begin to describe me. Perhaps I don’t know what does, any more.
I had been coming back from the funeral of an old friend in Massachusetts. The rest of that story is that I finished the drive home-about two more hours on the Mass Pike and the New York State Thruway-in a kind of dreamy warmth. I didn’t start berating myself, or worrying if I had suddenly turned gay. What I had done felt strangely natural, and yet – naturally – strange. I think that if I had thought about it, I would have been glad I’d done it, but I didn’t think. I just felt…that dreamy, warm feeling.
I got home around 10:30, and my wife, June, was already in bed and asleep. I undressed and got in beside her, and cuddled close to her, spoon fashion. She was wearing a summer nightie, and i pulled up a little to feel my cock against her bare bottom, and it had never felt so good.
She sort of half woke up, purred, wiggled her bottom against me, and my cock stirred to life. I kissed the back of her neck, which I knew was one of her erogenous zones. She rolled over to meet me, and I began kissing her all over. Her mouth, her eyes, her cheeks, her throat, her breasts (at 68, they’re soft and pillowy, and still sensitive to the ministrations Yozgat Escort of lips and tongue), down across her belly, and finally her pussy. I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, and once I put my mouth there, I couldn’t let go. I devoured her clit, her labia, along her perineum. I thrust my tongue inside her. I went back to her clit, then retraced the whole journey. She must have come three times. Then I fell asleep, with my tongue still exploring her pussy.
And woke up the same way. She had rolled over onto her side, but I was still touching her. I woke up to my nose nuzzling the soft down of her pubes.
I pulled myself up to my pillow, and looked into sparkling blue eyes. “Well, good morning sunshine! What got into you last night? Not that I’m complaining.”
I just kissed her, for an answer. But she wasn’t letting it go. And I must admit, it had been an unusual night. After forty years, our sex life was wonderful, but unadventurous. It had probably been-I started to write it had probably been months since I had gone down on her, but the truth is it might have been years.
“Come on now, what was it?” she asked. “Another woman?”
I ducked my eyes.
“Was it? Another woman? After the funeral? Starting to feel your mortality? You can tell me. I think I’d like to send her flowers.”
When I think about it now, I can’t believe I said what I said, but this was it.
“Yes…there was another woman.”
“Night before last? After the funeral? Yozgat Escort Bayan One of your old college friends? They would be pretty old, wouldn’t they? No…one of your guy friends’ trophy wives? One of your friends’ daughters?” She was teasing me now, but I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I blurted out the truth, but it was kind of a crazy truth to blurt out.
“It was thirty years ago.”
Her face went blank with astonishment. Then she started to laugh.
“And I’m just getting the benefit of it now? Well, come on, lover, tell me the rest. And why it took you thirty years to come clean. Was it one of my friends?”
“No, it was some graduate student at the Modern Language conference in Chicago. I thought it was going to be daring and naughty and exciting, but it wasn’t. Afterwards I wished I hadn’t done it.”
Now she was shaking her head in puzzlement. “Then I don’t understand. Why…”
“Yesterday evening on the drive home I had oral sex with a truck driver.” I spoke quickly and in a monotone, and she looked as though she hadn’t understood my words. Maybe she hadn’t, although I was pretty sure she had.
“You…?”
“Trucker. Mass Pike. His penis. I…my mouth…I sucked a cock!”
Now she really started to laugh, louder than before. My voice broke.
“Don’t laugh at me. Please don’t laugh at me.”
She stopped immediately, and took my face between her hands.
“I’m not laughing at you. I’m just amazed. It’s so Escort Yozgat unlike you. I’m seeing a side of you I never saw before.”
“It’s a part of me I never saw before. And…I’m not sure it really is a part of me.”
“Oh, it is, it is,” she said. “I’m sure of it. I can tell.” She pulled me closer to her, my head between those pillowy breasts. She was still wearing that summer nightie, a little damp with sweat, and her whole body was suffused with that scent of woman-that scent of her that I knew so well, but that somehow seemed new as springtime this morning. “And I like it.”
She kissed the top of my head. “And I love it. I love it, like I love every part of you. Can we do it again? Like last night? But this time finish inside me?”
I didn’t have to be asked twice. I helped her pull the nightie over her head, and raised myself up on my knees to look down at her. Her body had filled out over the years, gotten softer an rounder, but to me, it only made her sexier. I started in on her again, making love to her with my mouth, as she held my cock in her soft, warm hand and stroked it gently. When I got to her pussy she began to moan, and she used both hands to hold my face tight to her. But when her body began to tremble, she released her grip, and said urgently, “Now. I want you in me. Now.”
I entered her in one motion, and as I did, I could feel her vaginal walls starting to contract around it, and her moans turned into an animal cry, and I couldn’t hold anything back. I came inside her at the same time, and I seemed to float on that feeling of two bodies joined in one orgasm forever.
I got up a little later to go to the bathroom, and June called after my retreating form, “Come back to bed when you’re finished. We’re not going anywhere today.”