Twelve Days of Christmas - Day 02

Day 2 - Monday

Five am comes way too damn early. I pushed myself from bed, put on my slippers and headed to the kitchen. My wife had to leave for work way earlier than I did, so I got the task of packing our lunches and making breakfast while she showered and dressed. This Monday was no different than any other, even though Christmas was drawing closer. Work was still work. I was busy making sandwiches when I felt a pair of hands slip around my waist. Her hands slid down and grasped my flaccid cock through my pajama shorts that I routinely wore. She only played with it for a few moments before she pushed my shorts down, letting them slide all the way to my ankles, leaving me essentially naked. I felt her lean against me, her bare tits pressing into my bare back and her lips kissing the back of my neck as her hands grabbed my now exposed cock and started to play with it, quickly coaxing it to harden.

"What do you think it'd take to make this really hard?" she asked in a whisper.

"I dunno," I answered, playing along with her surprise playfulness. "What are you offering?"

"Hmmmm. Don't have much time, not if I'm going to get screwed. How about a quick suck?"

I chuckled, not stopping my work on the sandwiches. "No fair teasing," I said, knowing that she hadn't sucked my dick since our honeymoon when I accidently came in her mouth.

"Who says I'm teasing?"

I set the knife I was using down on the cutting board and turned in her arms. I was actually surprised to see her completely naked. She sunk to her knees while she looked up at me. She leaned her face towards me and closed her lips around my half hard dick. She moved her face towards and away from me, sliding her lips on my quickly hardening shaft. Her hand was soon following her lips, sliding along my long hard shaft teasingly.

"Well, that did the job," she said as she pulled her lips from my dick. She looked up at me with a grin and used her hand to rub my head around her hard nipples, spreading my precum and her saliva on each hard protrusion. She let go and stood up, reaching for my hands. She stepped backward, pulling me to shuffle along with her, my shorts still around my ankles. She reached the table and settled her butt on the edge. Without letting go of my hands she leaned back, pulling me between her legs until my rock hard dick was laying on her curl covered mound. "Okay lover. We only have a few minutes."

"Sure," I answered, never stupid enough to turn down a request for sex. I pulled my hands from hers and used one to aim my head at her pussy. I was surprised how wet she was, and not with shower water. I rubbed my head up and down her slit, spreading her slick juices on my head and then settled it into the entrance to her vagina.

"Ohhhhh God yes," she moaned softly as I pressed myself into her. "Ohhhhh you feel so damn big."

"What do you expect, after playing with me like that," I said as I started to slide my cock in and out of her, slowly working myself deeper as her pussy lubricated my shaft. In and out I slid, drawing moans and gasps from her as I plunged into her, occasionally driving hard enough to bang my head against her cervix and slap my thighs to her bare ass.

"Harder!" she practically begged as I thrust into her over and over, her fingers tried to stroke my stomach, my hands holding her hips so I didn't slide her across the table. It had been a long time since she'd wanted it hard, let along asked me for it. I jammed myself into her harder and faster as my need grew more insistent and her moans grew louder. I didn't have to worry about going too fast and finishing before her, already feeling the first tremblings deep inside her, long before I was at the point of no return. Forty years of sex with her had me attuned to the slightest indications of her climax. It built within her quickly, her pussy moving from little quivers to full squeezing and spasming around my plunging cock as I drove into her, her tits rolling wildly on her chest as we pounded together.

"OH Lover!" she gasped loudly as she started to climax even harder, her pussy now squeezing surprisingly tightly around me, attesting to how hard her orgasm was. I continued to thrust into her, drawing little grunts and gasps from her as my head smashed into her depths, her heels digging into my bare ass to try and pull me in deeper. She arched her back and pushed her pussy towards me, driving me ever so slightly deeper so my cock head pounded into the end of her vagina and her cervix with each plunging stroke.

"Uhhhhh! Damn!" I grunted as I thrust one final time into her with my body helping with a huge spasm. I felt my cum push hard into her, my cock jerking and pumping half a dozen more shots into her as I stood between her legs, panting and jerking uncontrollably.

"Ohhhh perfect lover. Just exactly what I needed," she whispered as her climax slowly faded, making no move to make me pull my shrinking cock from her. "I can't remember the last time I woke up so horny, and it just got worse in the shower. I might be late for work, but it was soooooo worth it. You were so big and hard!"

"Well, I guess you had a lot to do with that. I can't remember the last time you did that," I answered.

"Oh what a liar. You do too. It was the third day of our honeymoon, and I was sucking you off in that little palm grove just off the beach."

"Yeah, I suppose maybe."

"I'm sure you remember. As well as why it was I never did it again."

"Yeah. I remember," I said with a shrug. "No amount of apologizing seemed to help."

"It didn't. But I forgive you."

"Oh. That's nice. After forty years?"

"Well, sometimes it takes a while," she said innocently.

"Well. Thank you," I said. "Now you better get your ass dressed or you really will be late for work, and I don't want to have to wait another forty years for you to forgive me."

She pushed me away and sat upright, slipping off the table in front of me. "Don't worry. You won't have to," she said with a grin, reaching down and giving my slick dick a squeeze before heading to the bedroom to dress.

My wife was home long before I was. It was just how our schedules worked. She started work at least an hour before me and got off a good hour before I did. Not that I minded. I made breakfast and lunches and she had dinner cooking by the time I got home. Usually by the time I got home she was changed into something more comfortable than the dresses or slacks she wore to work. Today when I walked in from the garage, she was still dressed in the same little blue dress she had on when she left this morning. She had a huge closet full of dresses, slacks, blouses and pants suits, many of which she hadn't worn in years. Not that they didn't fit. In fact, she was proud of the fact that she could still fit onto clothes that she bought ten or more years ago. Part of that was due to the efforts of our neighbor Diane.

Diane moved in next door about four years ago and works at one of the fitness centers as a private trainer. It wasn't but a few weeks after she moved in that she found out my wife and I didn't work out and took it upon herself to solve that. To that end, we converted one of the bedrooms into a workout room and three times a week she comes over to play slave driver. Okay, that's not exactly fair. But sometimes it feels like that. My wife took to the workout sessions much quicker than I did. For me, exercise is a twenty minutes and done thing. Diane makes my wife work for considerably longer.

Anyway, blue dress. It was a dress I hadn't seen her wear in a long time. Probably because the hem was considerably shorter than she usually wore these days. With age, her hemline has dropped from mid-thigh to barely above her knee. This one was definitely mid-thigh, if not even a little higher. She was standing at the counter chopping vegetables that looked to go in a salad when I walked up behind her. I slipped my arms around her waist and leaned down and kissed her neck. "Did I tell you how good you looked this morning?"

"You did, but you can tell me again," she said with a little giggle.

"You look incredible. So beautiful and so sexy."

"Liar. We both know I'm an old woman with an old woman body. But if you want to tell me you like it... well, who am I to argue?"

"Well, just so there's no question, I think you're incredibly sexy," I whispered, pressing my cheek against hers and slipping my hands around her and up to her breasts. I cupped each one and gently squeezed them, letting my thumbs stroke across her dress covered nipples.

"Mmmmmmm. I like that. My nipples have been begging for more attention since this morning," she whispered.

"Oh? Did my dick tickle their fancy?" I whispered, still teasing her nipples, which surprisingly, I could feel getting harder through the material of her dress and bra.

"You could say that," she said, still trying to cut the peppers she had on the cutting board in front of her. "But if you're going to do anything about it, you might not want to waste time. Diane's coming over after dinner for our workout."

I slipped my hands from around her and reached them to her back as I straighten up. "Then why wait?" I asked, pulling the zipper down her back. I unzipped her dress all the way down to the top of her butt, as far as the zipper would go. I unclasped her bra in the gap of the dress and then slipped my hands up her bare back inside the dress, pushing the shoulders of the dress and the straps of her bra off her shoulders. She set the knife down and lowered her arms, letting me push the dress and bra down her arms, leaving her naked from the waist up. I leaned back against her, wrapping my arms around her and crossing them so that I was cupping each breast and pulling her back against me as well. I stroked her now bare nipples with my thumbs, teasing the hard nubs and drawing a soft groan from her. "You like that?"

"I think we both do," she whispered, pressing her ass against my quickly hardening cock. She moved her hands from the counter edge and pushed the dress lower, working it down between us until it slid down around her ankles. Then her hand wormed between us and found the zipper of my slacks. She worked the zipper down and slipped her hand in, teasing my brief covered dick with her fingers. "Someone's getting pretty turned on. Either that or you're carrying a cucumber in your pocket."

"That's no cucumber," I whispered back.

She pulled her hand from my pants. "In that case," she whispered, as she worked to undo my belt with one hand. I pulled my pelvis away from her enough she could get both hands behind her and on my belt. In a few moments she had my pants sliding down my legs and was pushing my briefs down. "Definitely not a cucumber," she said, stroking my hard-on. I let one hand let go of her breast and slide down to her crotch, stroking the definitely wet crotch material of her panties. I worked my fingers between her legs, stroking her lips in time with my thumb strokes across her nipple. "Ohhhhhhhh damn honey. You're making me so wet."

"Good," I whispered.

"You keep that up and I'm going to make you put that dick someplace it can do some good," she whispered breathlessly.

"Any time you want," I whispered back.

"How about now?" she asked, letting go of my dick. I held her and felt her pushing her pantyhose and panties down. I moved my fingers to let her push them down to her thighs and then slipped my fingers between her legs again, this time slipping my fingers between her wet lips. I stroked her clit softly as she bent over and rubbed my engorged head up and down between her wet lips. I felt her find the entrance to her depths with my head and pushed into her, my head and about two inches sliding into her. I continued to stroke her clit with my fingers while I started to work my dick in and out, lubricating my shaft with her juices. In and out I moved until my body pressed her bare ass with each stroke. I shifted my grip on her body, cupping her right breast with my right hand now, instead of her left, allowing me to start to stroke more strongly into her. "Oh damn. Ohhhhhhh damn that feels good."

"I'm glad," I whispered.

"Go faster lover. Go faster. Make me come."

I grinned to myself and let most of her breast pull from my hand, just holding her nipple between my fingers and the palm of my hand. I straightened up part way and started to drive into her harder, plunging into her with an audible squish. "Oh damn," I groaned as I felt my urgency building. With her legs pressed together by her pantihose, she was surprisingly snug around my shaft, and the angle was hitting all the right places with ease. I teased her clit and pumped in and out of her, determined to make her climax hard before I couldn't hold back any further. Each slap of her ass made her tits bounce, the nipple of the one I was holding being stretched and pulled by its weight.

I felt her start to climax. The first little spasms of her pussy around me, coaxing me to plunge even faster. Our bodies slapped together loudly as I pumped my hips, her pussy starting to squeeze tighter, her moans shifting to breathless gasps as her body started to delve into its full climax. I just couldn't hold back any longer and drove my cock into her hard one last time before letting a long groan out. I felt my cock pump my cum into her, surprising me a little with how much it felt like I was filling her with after the load I'd given her that morning. I caught just the slightest movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw Diane standing in the family room, looking right at us, one hand over her mouth, the other over her crotch. I had no idea how long she had been there, but from the look of the bumps on the front of her spandex shirt, long enough to get turned on. When she realized I was looking back at her, she blushed and walked quickly and quietly back out of the room. I heard the garage door open and close while I stood there panting, my cock still twitching inside her.

"Ohhhhh damn," my wife whispered, reaching up and coaxing my hand from her breast. She bent over further and leaned on the counter for support while she panted. "That was...um...intense and unexpected, for both of us, I think. I might have to tease you in the morning a little more often."

"Any time you want. I won't argue," I panted.

"Good," she said, pushing me back and out of her. She turned to face me and pushed me back with one hand on my chest, looking down at my leaking dick, dripping our come. "You better go clean that thing off and change before Diane comes over. I don't think she'd appreciate seeing your old man dick hanging out."

"Never know. She might," I said, deciding I wasn't going to tell her that she'd already seen it. THAT fight I didn't want to start.

"Go on. I have to finish this," she said, pushing me back further and then pulling her panties up. "Damn! I'm going to be leaking you all night!" she said as she bent to step out of her dress and push the pantyhose all the way off. "Bring me something to wear too, will you?" she said as she tossed me her dress and bra.

"Sure," I said, walking down the hall with my pants held up around my thighs. I tossed the dress on the bed and then stepped over and pulled the bra from within the dress. It wasn't even close to one of the regular heavily padded ones she usually wears to keep her rather large nipples from showing through the dresses. She always said it was embarrassing to have her nipples show if they got chilled or anything. This bra would most certainly allow that, the thin lace cups clearly not up to the job of hiding them.

I stripped and pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of Under Armor workout shorts. I walked to her dresser and pulled out some of her spandex workout pants and a shirt. I picked up the sports bra laying on top of her dresser and then grinned to myself, dropping it back where I found it. I walked out to the kitchen, pausing to watch her for a few moments, finishing dinner in nothing but a pair of panties with a very definitely wet crotch.

"Here you go," I said, holding the pants and shirt out for her when she noticed me standing and watching her.

"Having fun watching?" she asked, walking over for the clothes I was holding out for her.

"I was," I nodded, as she took the clothes from me. She set them on the counter and then dug through them.

"No bra?"

"Just figured you wouldn't mind not wearing it this once."

She looked at me for several seconds. "Okay. I won't," she said as she tossed the shirt on the table. She stepped to me and pushed my shorts down. She tugged on the waistband of my briefs. "Guess you wouldn't mind not wearing these then, just this once," she said with a naughty grin. "Hope you don't mind showing Denise your hard-on, cuz you know damn well what's gonna happen if I don't wear a bra."

I knew exactly what would happen if she didn't wear a bra and her tits were bouncing around. Just having had sex or not, I was damn well going to end up with a boner that would be all the more obvious in the thin workout shorts.

"In fact, I insist!" she said, reaching her other hand to my hip and pushing them down. "You take these off and I'll go without the bra in that shirt."

"You sure about that?"

"I insist!" she said with a naughty grin on her face.

I took my shorts and briefs off and then pulled my shorts back on while she watched. I couldn't help but get a partial hard-on just thinking about what was going to happen. Was that bad?

She dressed in her spandex top and knee length pants and then we sat down to dinner, her nipples poking the top out obviously.

We finished dinner and then retired to the family room to watch TV until Diane came over, IF she came over after walking in on us. Unlike normal, my wife didn't sit down at her end of the sofa, instead she sat on the oversized recliner that was "mine" squeezing in with me and pressing herself against me. She wrapped one of my arms around her shoulders and pulled my hand down to her chest as she got comfortable. My fingers rested on her left breast, and my fingers were soon teasing slowly over and around her spandex covered nipple. I guessed she didn't mind since she slipped her hand into my shorts and was playing with my dick at the same time. It was almost like she WANTED me to have a hard-on when Diane came over. If that was her intent, she succeeded.

Somehow thinking that my wife was intentionally trying to show off my hard-on to her friend made it impossible to get it to go down. I could tell it was horribly obvious and I saw Diane looking at it frequently as we stretched. Of course my wife's tits wiggling around in the spandex shirt every time she bent or twisted didn't help. I swore she was intentionally wigging her chest to MAKE them move. It was my night to run on the elliptical while my wife rode the stationary bike. The two machines were set next to each other in the room, so as she rode, I could easily see her tits wiggle around. I could also see her round ass wiggle side to side with each pedal stroke. My mind drifted to a thought that had come all too often when we worked out together, pulling my wife's pants down as she was bent over on the bike and sticking 'ol mister happy' into her, which did little to make 'mister happy' take a nap. No, he stayed quite hard making a significant tent in my shorts as Diane slowly walked around us, encouraging us to push harder, which brought all the wrong images to mind. Normally I did get a hard-on watching my wife work out, but with briefs to keep it corralled it wasn't exactly a problem. Today that wasn't the case and each time she walked past me I could see her eyes flick down to my dick and a little smile creep to her lips.

I knew she had to have seen it pumping into my wife earlier. I also felt like my wife was intentionally trying to flash me, or at least keep me interestingly hard, for Diane. I was tempted to just pull down my shorts and let her get another look! True I wasn't thinking with my brain at that point, but I also knew that there was no way I was going to be cheating on my wife. It hadn't happened in forty years, and it wasn't about to happen now. That didn't stop me from noticing that Diane's nipples were hard and poking out HER shirt!