Im 74, a widower. My wife died fifteen months ago after a little over forty-one years of marriage. I didnt marry until I was thirty-two, a late maturer I guess. Marrying late has its advantages. I had sowed my wild oats, although they werent all that wild nor sowed all that widely, so I knew what I was missing and it wasnt much. I had no trouble staying faithful through my marriage. Not that our sex life together was all that wild either. My fault as much as, or more than, my wife. Im just a conservative. Steady and traditional fit me. Our two daughters are good people, married to good guys, and raising my grandchildren well.
Now, sex has entered my life again. A little more lively than all the many previous years. Before getting into details, I should add that after continuing to have sex with my wife as we aged together, I was well aware that her genitals remained as interesting, moist and capable of exercising my cock at the end as in the beginning. Maybe more so, although I needed Viagra to hold up my half of the action.
Im not sure how to identify female genitals. Pussy. Im not sure why but I dont like to use such a flip name for my wifes sexual apparatus. Cunt is even worse. The word cunnilingua is used to describe the licking of them so maybe some version of cunni, whatever its roots, is right. Im aware some females calll it their cunny. Vulva is probably the correct name but somehow that doesnt sound sexy at all.
Whatever the name, I spent forty years regularly licking it, tasting it, sucking on her clit. Im pretty sure close to 100% of females like, or would like, to have it favored orally. Mostly, ours was foreplay, leading up to inserting my penis. My cock. But I liked it for some odd reason so it often led to orgasm all on its own.
All of this is to lead up to the fact that at ages close to mine both mens and womens bodies change. They wrinkle and sag even among the most fit. Ive gained weight -- not horrribly obese but with more of a spare... Læs hele novellen
