Amie Ch 03

This is the third, and likely the final chapter concerning Amie and Steve.

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All persons in this story are over the age of 18.

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My life had changed so dramatically since that day the voice on the phone said simply, "Hi." Prior to that I knew I loved Amie, but the age difference was likely to get in the way of any lasting relationship.

Or so I had thought.

That day changed everything, as Amie and I made love for the first time, literal first time for her, and I discovered how real her love for me really was. I asked her to marry me, something I would never have predicted.

The other thing I could not have predicted was Amie's appetite for sex. She wanted to experience everything, do everything, and do it again. Here I was, at my age, having sex two or three times a day every day. Who needs a gym membership?

Our lives continued that way for the next month or so. I thought I was going to wear out, but I figured it was a great way to go!

Then a repeat...the telephone. "Hi."

"Hi sweetheart. How are you?"

"I'm great. I'm in love with the most wonderful man in the world and the greatest lover!"

"Is that two different men?"

"No, silly, just you, always you. Only you. I'm calling to ask how soon you can come home."

By now, of course, the little head was paying close attention! "I'll be right there." Notice, I didn't even ask why? I was learning.

Fifteen minutes later I walked in and found Amie, as a couple of months ago, lying naked on my sofa. My favorite black stockings and this time a garter belt. No panties. Damn, I was hard!

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An hour later, both of us were still naked and intertwined on the bed, Amie started to talk.

"Steve, I can't imagine there are two lovers who are better matched than we are. I am the luckiest girl in the world to have found a man who loves me, respects me, wants me to be the best person possible, and who pleases me sexually with an intensity I never knew possible."

Then she paused, looking into my eyes. Hesitating. There was clearly more on her mind.

"I want to ask you something--I really need to know how you feel."

She paused again, hesitant to go on.

"Go ahead," I said. "You know I want to do anything for you to make you happy."

She started again. "We haven't talked about our age difference in awhile--and it still does not matter at all to me--but I know you might feel differently about this than I do. It's just that...well, the sweetest most loving thing you could do for me would be to give me a baby. I am still on the pill, and if you don't want that I won't go off it."

I sat up, kissing her gently and wiping away the tears.

"Amie, you are a beautiful girl. No one has ever captured my heart and soul as you have, and you will be a great mother! Let's make a baby together. Or two or three. Whatever you want.

"However, I think there is something we should do first. If we are going to have a baby, let's get married first. Then there are no awkward questions later."

"Steve, I love you for feeling that way! I agree, but I don't need a big fancy wedding. Can we just ask one of our friends to allow us to get married in their home, and find a minister to perform the wedding?"

That's what we did. We were married at a friend's home. We had only close family and friends there on our special day.

Afterwards, I took Amie to a luxury resort in the mountains, where we... well everyone knows what we did there. It started like this:

"Amie, now that we are married, and you are off the pill, let's make a baby. I know it will take a few weeks to leave your system, but let's get started."

There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"We can still have hot sex, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, she twisted around, grabbed my semi-erect staff, and started licking slowly from base to crown.

I think I managed to mumble something about needing to actually have some sperm left to make a baby, but I don't remember how much of that I actually spoke before she plunged my now rock-hard cock slowly into her mouth.

We were done talking.

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Amie stopped taking the pill. We wanted a baby, despite the age difference. She was simply the most beautiful woman I had ever known and definitely the most horny.

I would never have dreamed that at 40 I would be having sex every day and usually more than once!

But far more than that, I knew I was experiencing more than just great sex. I was more in love than I had ever known possible. Her happiness was just about all I cared about.

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About three months later I got to work one morning and opened my briefcase I found a note:

I have a special night planned. Think about me impaled on you. Think about that all day, but do not leave work until 5 pm!

It was not difficult to think about that. In fact, it would have been nearly impossible not to! It's like telling a child not to put macaroni up his nose. Up it goes! He won't think of anything else!

Amie was a virgin before we became lovers and had become an enthusiastic student. Recently she had favored cowgirl. She claimed she loved watching my face as she fucked me, but I adored watching her. Those beautiful, small breasts with hard eraser-like nipples. Her look of concentration as she dropped the length of my cock, her cunt swallowing its prey as our pubes ground together.

Now she was asking me to think about that all day.

So, there I was, sitting at my desk, picturing her. And I had a monstrous erection. I may need medical help!

I had several meetings that day. I'm confident I made no positive contribution to anything discussed. Somehow I got through, but it took a lot of concentration not to day dream about my cock in Amie's mouth, or deep in her pussy, or her body frozen in sweet agony, or... well, you get the point.

I remember looking at my watch, convinced it had stopped. I checked my computer. It had stopped too! What are the odds of that?

The last 17 minutes were agony. I didn't want to start working on anything, and time was passing more slowly than I thought possible.

Down to 7 minutes.

Somehow those minutes dragged by and then I was in my car. She said I could not leave early, but she most definitely did not say I couldn't drive 80 mph through city streets!

I drove into the garage, ran into the kitchen. Wow, the lights were dim, and Amie was standing there in a beautiful little black dress and heels. The table was set, complete with candles, and the aroma of food was indescribable.

"Hi, sweetie. I wanted to treat you tonight like the prince you are in my life."

All I could manage in reply was something cheesy like, "Just having you in my life makes me feel like the most fortunate man on earth."

Oh hell, words were not going to matter much tonight.

Dinner was T-bone steaks, grilled to perfection. One of the best steaks I have ever eaten.

But I was still distracted. Amie was sitting across the small table and I couldn't help but picture her naked, riding me.

Once she got up and started for the kitchen to get something, but stopped behind me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Are you thinking about your cock buried in my mouth or in my cunt?" Then she walked away, hips swaying.

All I could do was groan.

"Leave the dishes for later, dear, we have more important activities waiting" she said when we had finished eating. She walked into the kitchen and brought back a bowl of ice cream. "You enjoy this while I go change."

I finished the dessert and, despite her instructions, cleaned up a few dishes. I knew I had a few minutes.

"Steve?" I looked around the corner and there she was. She was wearing a sheer black gown, thin enough for me to see her breasts clearly. Then I saw she was wearing a black lace thong. Stiletto heels. Clearly the blood in my body was going to have to do something other than digest that meal, and soon!

Amie walked over and started undressing me. Tie, shirt, belt, shoes, socks, slacks--all tossed aside. I was standing there in my boxers--and my watch. She had overlooked that. I pulled it off and tossed it on the sofa.

"Not there" she said. That's where you are to sit. She moved the watch and I sat. She picked up the remote--the one to our sound system--and started the music playing. It was unfamiliar to me, but the sultry jazz sure fit the mood.

In the light of the candles, Amie faced me and slowly pulled the gown off her shoulders and let it pool at her feet. She cupped her breasts. "Oh, baby, I want you to suck on my nipples while I fuck you."

With that she came to me, knelt in front of me, removed my boxers and thrust my hard cock into her mouth. "I just wanted to make sure you are hard enough," she whispered. Then back to sucking.

After deep-throating me she stood and straddled me. As Amie looked into my eyes she reached down and positioned my cock at her entrance and slowly-- agonizingly slowly-- descended my pole, her eyes fixed on mine. Her mouth opened and she held still, adjusting to the invasion.

She started to move. She cupped her breasts and offered them to me. When I sucked on one, she put her hands on the sofa on either side of my head, closed her eyes, and went to work. I sucked on a nipple and she rotated her pelvis to thrust my cock in and out. My hands were on her, loving the feel of warm flesh and the sensuous curves of her ass.

Our breathing became erratic. She moved more quickly, driving her pussy onto my cock. Beads of sweat appeared. She then kissed me hard, our tongues probing deeply. Suddenly she froze at the bottom of a thrust, her eyes fluttering, mouth open. A soft scream. It lasted for several seconds.

Amie dismounted and knelt again, swallowing my cock. Within a minute I felt that point of no return as the cum boiled up. I no longer had to tell her--she knew the signs. She stroked me and sucked, then with perfect timing she took me as deep as she could and I exploded. I pumped as I moaned. Over and over.

She was still sucking my seed. Finally she pulled away and opened her mouth to show me the white pool on her tongue. Then, without breaking eye contact, she swallowed.

Although I was spent, she pulled me to my feet and we headed for the bedroom. As we snuggled under the covers, my hand exploring her delicious ass, she kissed me. Not a chaste peck either. A deep, sensuous kiss, full of exploring lips and tongue.

We stopped, breathed again, and looked into each other's eyes.

"Steve, I have news. I had a suspicion, so I saw the doctor yesterday. Apparently, sometime about eight weeks ago we made a baby. You knocked me up, old man, and I am so happy! The doctor said I could still have sex without any restrictions for a few more months. Are you ready for more?"

I think getting her pregnant was a good thing. My cock is in need of rehab.