Maing His Dreams Come True

My mind was buzzing as I tied the laces of my boots in the dark of the hallway at six in the morning. My husband was off on Sundays, and he and the kids usually slept late. I really did go hiking at that trail on Sunday mornings, so it wasn't out of my usual routine. But I had no clue what to expect, or how to be. I just took deep breaths, and kept pushing myself until I was in my truck and on the road.

His was already parked next to the fishing pier, and I pulled in beside him. He was sitting in the driver's seat, staring straight ahead at the lake, until he noticed me. I got out and walked around to meet him, my hands shaking.

"Do you want to walk or fish? I did bring my pole." I said, shoving my hands into my pockets to steady them. His eyes were wide and his face expressionless as he looked at me.

"Let's walk, I don't think I can sit still right now." he said, a clear tremble in his usually steady deep voice. I nodded and turned on my heel.

"I didn't know you fished." he finally said after a few minutes of tense silence.

"I grew up fishing with my dad, I haven't gotten to go nearly as much since the kids. But I do enjoy it." I said, glancing at him. He kept his eyes on the ground, his hands also in his pockets. We walked in silence on the trail for several minutes, and I was still working out what to say when he started.

"She hits me. Calls me names, and throws things. She comes home in a rage, and leaves in a huff. She spends all of our money, and expects me to do everything. It's been that way since our son was born. She's been threatening to leave me lately, and while I'm happy to see her go, I'm afraid of starting all over again. The house is mine, but she's left me with nothing." he rushed out.

"Oh Henry, I am so sorry. That's horrible. I had no idea." I was horrified, and could only stare at him open-mouthed.

"No one knows. But you, now." he went quiet for a moment. "So why don't you... What happened? With you and Jake? You don't have to answer, if you don't want to." he said quickly.

"Well... he was never great. He didn't plan dates, or whisk me off my feet. But when I was pregnant, I had to beg for his attention. He didn't want me anymore, and instead, he looked at other women. For other women." Henry made a cough of disgust, but motioned for me to continue. "I didn't find out about the cheating until after our second was born. By then it was too late for divorce, or I'd lose partial custody of the kids. And I couldn't stand that. So I settled, and lived with it. We have separate rooms, separate bank accounts, everything," It felt good to say it out loud. To stop pretending for just a few minutes.

"I'm sorry." he said after a few moments of silence. "He's an idiot. I've never liked him much, and now I want to go and punch him. You didn't deserve that." His face was red, and tensed with anger. I smiled softly.

"You're right, he's an ass. But I'm not perfect, either. We all have our faults."

"Yes. You are perfect." he stopped and gently took my arm. "I've lived next to you for years. You are the most kind and patient person I've ever met. You're beautiful, and sweet, and such an amazing mother to those two kids. I see a lot. You are incredible. Don't ever doubt that." He said firmly, and held my hand between both of his.

I was stunned. Both by his words, and by the electricity of the physical contact. "I- thank you, Henry. That's..." I was at a lost for words.

He slowly pulled me towards him, and I could feel his breath on my cheek, minty and smoky and warm. We were close now, closer than we'd ever been, my breasts barely brushing against his chest.

"In thirty-five years of marriage, I've never even touched another woman." he said, almost more to himself than to me. He grasped my other hand and brought them together. "I don't do this. This isn't... just kicks for me. I look at you, and I feel like I can't breathe. " he whispered.

He dipped his head towards me and inhaled deeply, as if trying to take me in, I did the same as his beard brushed my cheek. He smelled like leather and woodsmoke, and clean like soap. I breathed deeply, my head going dizzy with it. I could get drunk off of that smell.

"But this... Whatever this is. You can feel it, can't you? It just snapped into place the other day. I can't stop thinking about it. About you." he said against my forehead. "I've always admired you. Always thought you were beautiful, and so alive. But this...? I don't know what to do."

Without thinking, I tipped my head back to look at him, and our eyes locked. That electricity flowed through us, and our lips crashed together. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck. His body was hard and fit so well against mine, and I couldn't think at all when I felt his tongue brush against mine. I moaned softly, and I felt his hand grab my ass, hard. He broke the kiss and I was seeing stars.

When he pulled his mouth away from me, his eyes were wild. "I didn't come here expecting anything. I just wanted to talk about this, before it drove me insane."

I nodded. "I don't know what this is, either. I've never stepped out on my husband, before. But I felt this, the other day. And now I can't take my eyes off of you. I've overthought our conversation for days, I don't know what to make of it."

He stared at me for a long moment, searching my features. He nodded, as though making a decision, and pulled me back to him in a tight embrace. Being wrapped in his arms felt like when I was small, and my dad came in to tuck me in at night. I felt comfortable, warm, and completely safe. Like nothing in the world could touch me here. A sob wracked my body, and I let out a deep sigh as I clung to him. I can't explain why, but hugging this man was healing something broken deep inside of me. I felt like I could let go, and I sank into his safe warmth.

I pulled back a little, and looked into his eyes. They were filled with tears, one already rolling down his cheek. I reached up to brush it away and he leaned forward to kiss me at the same time. Gently at first, soft and sweet. Then it took on that same passion, that heat that was there before. His hands went to my hips and tugged me against him, where I felt his hard cock push against me through my thin black leggings.

He pushed against me again, and groaned. His tongue went deep into my mouth, exploring it. I freed a hand and slid it over his heavily muscled chest, down his stomach, to his belt. He stilled, but kept the contact of the kiss, as I kept going until the hard outline of him rested in my palm.

He moaned against my mouth as I stroked him through his jeans. He was so hard in my hand, and the noises he was making were driving me insane. This hard, calloused older man was moaning for me, and it was making me so hot.

"I... I need...God, yes...." he ground out between his teeth. Making a quick glance around at the empty woods, I undid his belt with one hand, never taking my other hand off of him. "What are you-?" he began to ask, but I dropped to my knees in front of him.

I released his hard cock from his jeans, and it sprang forward. He was throbbing, the veins standing out, the head was swollen and almost purple. I gently stroked my hand over him, and he groaned in pleasure. "You don't have to..." he shivered, and I looked up at him in question.

"You're fine." he panted. "I'm not use to... I've only been with Sash. And I'm not use to such a gentle touch. It feels amazing." he reached out and gently tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

My eyes widened at that. He'd only ever been with Sasha? Ever? And he wasn't use to a gentle touch. When they did sleep together, was she so rough, so awful to him? My heart suddenly swelled, and realized that I wanted to help him. Make him feel good, make him smile. Protect him. The thought of anyone being mean to his gentle soul made my heart hurt, and my temper flare.

Precum shined at the tip of his cock, and I bent forward to taste it with a flick of my tongue. He groaned loudly, and his cock twitched against my tongue. When I took him in my mouth, his whole body jerked, and he made a guttural sound deep in his throat before moaning and bucking his hips against my lips.

"Fuck.... I- Oh god..."

Henry never cursed to my knowledge. I'd never heard a bad word pass his lips, and hearing him swear now made my already wet pussy clench. I wanted to make him curse a lot more, in that sexy deep masculine voice.

I sucked him deeper, taking him almost all the way in when I felt his hand fist in my hair, and tug. His other hand joined it, wrapping around the back of my neck and squeezing. He gripped my head, and started thrusting into my mouth. He was going deep into my throat, and making me gag a little but I kept still and took every inch. He acted shy before, but this man was full on face fucking me now, his balls hitting my chin and throat with each thrust. I let him, getting the sense that he hasn't done anything like this in a long time. If ever.

"I'm.. *thrust* Gonna... *thrust* Come... Fuck! yes, yes, yes..." he groaned loudly, almost yelling as he shoved his cock deep down my throat, holding my head in place while he shot a huge load of cum into me. I focused on breathing through my nose as he drained his balls in my mouth. I could feel my pussy dripping onto my panties, making even my thighs wet.

He loosened his grip on my head, but instead of pulling away, like most men do, he stroked my hair. Combing his fingers through it, and caressing my neck. He slowly withdrew his cock a little, and pushed it back in. I moaned, and gently cupped his balls while I cleaned his mess. He slid out of my mouth after a minute, and he leaned forward and kissed me, my forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips. He was being so gentle with me now, brushing his thumbs over my skin as he panted.

"I didn't hurt you... did I? Was that... Was that okay?" he breathed heavily into my hair as he kissed the top of my head. I nodded, and smiled. He smiled back, relief on his face. "I've never done anything like that before, I wasn't sure..."

I laughed. "You've never had a blow job, Henry? You're fifty!" he carefully helped me to my feet and he shook his head as he buttoned his jeans.

"Not like that. Not so... You took all of me. And I..." He looked at his hands, then at my hair. "I lost control." He looked nervous now, and a little guilty. I took his hands in mine. "I'm sorry."

"Honey, don't be. If that was you losing control, I like you losing control. It was a huge turn on for me." his eyes snapped to mine, and he pulled me to him, kissing the top of my head.

"You're incredible." He whispered. "Thank you."