The Empty Nesters

This is the First Chapter in a series of stories based on actual events. The names have been changed to provide a modicum of privacy however the geographical settings and the personas of the people are kept intact. All the characters at the time of this writing are mature adults over the age of 50. My writing style is more factual and builds through the story trying to convey real feelings and emotions along the way, with each chapter including, romance, raw sex, and explicit language usually followed by a climactic ending. Enjoy!

Content Note: This initial chapter involves B/G sex and mild cock worship.

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The Empty Nesters -- Chapter 1 -- A Surreal Adventure Begins

Mark Twain said, "Truth Is Stranger than Fiction."

I've seen many strange things in my law enforcement career that spanned 33 years. During that time, I saw many things that I wouldn't have believed without having seen them myself. It is the nature of a cop to be skeptical because a certain degree of skepticism is necessary for survival. However, what transpired in my life over the last several years after retirement is even harder for me to believe but it proves that truth can be stranger than fiction.

My name is Jackson Morgan. My parents named me in honor of Andrew Jackson who was a shirttail relative, however, everyone just calls me Jack. My wife, Susan, and I live in a modest two-story farmhouse a short distance from a small Midwestern agricultural community that has a population of around 1,500. This area is a vast sea of cornfields in the summer and a sparse windswept plain in the winter. With five sprawling acres as our playground, our house provides the perfect space to indulge in the hobbies we love.

In our fifties, Susan was a homemaker and I had a successful career in state law enforcement. With the world changing the way it was, I recently decided to retire. I realized that my line of work was now best left to the younger generation and even taking a job as an administrator, chief, or county sheriff in today's environment was too stressful for me.

In addition to job stress, a recent health scare had left me taking an inventory of my life and coming to the realization that time was too short to spend another decade or so in a job that would probably kill me. It was time to move on and focus on enjoying life. I was very blessed to be able to use previous time that I had accumulated in the military and another local law enforcement job to buy back longevity time and apply it to my current job allowing me to retire early. Although it was not a lavish retirement by any means, we were very comfortable.

I was blessed with a loving wife and soulmate, in addition to several children who were grown and living lives of their own some distance from our home, making us empty nesters.

My wife's name is Susan, and I call her either Susan or Sue interchangeably. Sue is an Italian beauty. At 5'2" she has a slim figure, beautiful curly black hair, and deep brown eyes making me wonder to this day, how I was so blessed. She loves to cook Italian recipes handed down through her family, and that delicious Italian cooking nearly killed me, but that is the subject of another story.

I am a very large man. Not overweight, just large, with my height at 6'4", and my weight tipping the scales at about 230lbs. I am a bit eclectic, describing myself as a life-long learner taking many college classes generously paid for by my previous employer. I have a deep baritone voice, and if you couple it with my physique, I was suited for a career in law enforcement. Being tall had many advantages like being able to reach things on the top shelf at the supermarket, which my wife used me for all the time. Oh, and yes, it is true what they say about men who are taller with larger feet. Or at least it is from my personal experience.

My transformation from child to adult occurred in the 1970s, a time of liberation and freedom. I discovered the opposite sex in sixth grade, and through middle school and into high school I concluded that I had a very robust sex drive, although one could argue that many males would fit that description. Reflecting, I would suppose you could consider me 'average' on the scale of sexual experiences during high school and college. I say these things knowing full well that sexual knowledge and experience are hard to objectively measure because, in my line of work, I came across more people exhibiting sexual kinks than I ever knew existed which, for me, was a real eye-opener.

My wife Sue was also a product of the 70s. As far as girls go, she fully admits that she had a higher sex drive than many of the girls that she knew. She was also more sexually adventurous than I was before our marriage, or at the very least she had more opportunities, which I believe is true for the females that are so inclined.

We initially met each other in high school through mutual acquaintances but did not become an official couple until our early twenties. Like most, we had dated other people on and off before our marriage until we each found "the one" that brought complete satisfaction.

As a married couple, our sex life before children was pretty awesome (although there is always room for improvement). Sue brought a level of no-holes-barred experimentation, which I greatly appreciated. However, life, careers, children, and being in that constant parental state during the formative child-rearing years, had the negative impact of making couples conform to a less adventurous more 'vanilla' style of sex.

My unique story began when, after taking a routine antibiotic, I started developing erectile dysfunction. Now it is pretty shocking psychologically when a man realizes that he can't 'get it up', and that the reason is something more than the normally understood issues.

My symptoms were unique. My testosterone was in the normal range and I would easily experience nocturnal, or nighttime, erections. Eventually, the doctor determined that my ED was not due to depression, heart disease, or a passing bump in the road. He eventually diagnosed my ED as a form of neurological issue caused by the antibiotic I took. That's right, a common antibiotic caused this. The doctor said it was considered a fluke, but it was a problem for me and I wanted it fixed.

I know that the average penis length is around 5-6 inches or so, and I also know that men generally like to exaggerate their size. For me, this wasn't the case. As I mentioned earlier I was a tall man and when aroused I was used to having a fairly large erection at around eight 1/2 inches to nine inches. It was not porn star quality by any means but I was no slouch either. After having a life of robust erections and now, being faced with the possibility of a permanently flaccid penis, or not being able to get completely hard was, to say the least, very disturbing to me.

"What can we do?" I asked the doctor.

"Let's try some different types of oral medication."

Over the next few months, I tried little blue pills, little orange pills, round pills, oval pills, and combo pills. Unfortunately, pills always left me with a host of unpleasant side effects.

My wife Susan was wonderful through this whole ordeal. She was always my ever-loyal true-blue fully devoted spouse. Our relationship was to the point where we were comfortable with our imperfections and idiosyncrasies. Even though we still had somewhat of a variety, I still missed having a solid erection. My wife joked that she did not mind me being 'softer' as since she was getting older and her jaw got tired from sucking a large cock. I knew that she was trying to humor me.

When the time came for my next doctor's visit I expressed my displeasure with the latest pill. This time the doctor asked me a question.

"Do you think that you could inject yourself?" he asked.

"You mean like in the leg or arm?" I responded.

"No," he said, "you would inject yourself in the penis."

At first, the thought of injecting my penis was alarming, to say the least. But I was also getting desperate and tired of the pills. The doctor told me that it was not all that bad since we would be using a very, very small needle and injecting a small amount.

The doctor said the first injection would be done by him in the office, and then at the next visit, I would inject myself. During this time, we would be adjusting the dose to ensure a long erection but not too long as to get priapism.

"Ok doc", I said, "let's give it a try. When should we do this?"

"Nothing like the present," said the doctor, and he mentioned going to get some medication from the other room and he would be right back. I sat nervously fidgeting. I am glad that he wanted to do it right away, because if I gave myself enough time, I may chicken out.

He returned with a vial that he mixed up and then drew up an appropriate size dose.

"Drop your pants and underwear", the doctor said. I complied as he used his gloved hands to wipe the upper side of my penis with an alcohol wipe.

"The injection goes on either side of the penis about one-third down from the head." He then said, "Whatever you do, do not inject yourself in the penile head". The thought of sticking a needle in the head of my penis was, to say the least, disturbing.

With a swift motion, he injected me. The pain was very minimal.

"Now pull up your pants and go walk around in the hallway for a while. The action will get the blood flowing and we should have an erection soon."

In a very surreal moment, I started walking up and down the hallway of a busy medical building. My mind wandered to thoughts about the strangeness of the situation. Within about 10 minutes I had a hard erection, a rock-hard erection. It felt wonderful.

As I walked this giant circle formed by the hallways connecting the doctor's offices, several attractive nurses walked by. I minute later the same nurses walked by me again. Looking at my watch I realized that they were walking for exercise over their lunch hour. When they came back around the third time I couldn't help but wonder if they saw the very large bulge in the front of my jeans. Although it may have been my imagination, I could have sworn I saw one take a sideways glance at my crotch area.

I eventually went back into the patient room and waited for the doctor to return. In a few minutes, he returned and asked to look at my penis.

"Yep, it looks as though it is working just fine." He spoke. "Now if it lasts for more than four hours, you must come back to the office for treatment. If everything goes just fine I will see you in a week or two for another injection."

I quickly made my next appointment and left feeling great. I was walking around with a solid erection, something that I had not felt in a long time. I couldn't wait to show my wife so I quickly drove home.

My wife was working at the kitchen counter when I walked in acting like a kid with a new toy. I walked up to her and stood there, trying not to act too enthused about the erection that was screaming to break free of my pants, but also knowing I was doing a poor job of hiding my zeal. I was half-expecting her to ask me how it went at the doctor's office, but she was busy finishing a recipe. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer.

"Well...do you want to see it?" I asked her.

"Sure", she said nonchalantly looking over her shoulder as she worked at the kitchen counter.

I unzipped my pants and pulled them along with my briefs down far enough to allow my erect cock to spring free, protruding straight out at an upward angle.

I could tell she was shocked, obviously not expecting to see such a dramatic result. "Oh, my word Jack, it's really huge, actually much bigger than I remember it," she said smiling.

Sue was right. There was something different than before. Even though I could easily measure out at 8 1/2 inches in the past, the medicine did something seemingly different. Now, it was as though I was nineteen again. There was an old saying that "your cock is so hard that the cat can't scratch it." This, I guess, would describe my present state. The veins on the shaft were very noticeable, the sides were shiny and the head was purple and engorged. I was fascinated by the sheer firmness of it and I could tell that Susan was as well.

Sue shifted away from her kitchen work, drying her hands on a hand towel, turning to face me and commenting yet again, "I just can't get over how hard you are. It is like when you were in your early twenties," as an enthused look along with a small flicker of lust flashed in her eyes.

She had jokingly complained about the difficulties of sucking a large cock in the past, however, I saw that old familiar look of lust in her eyes. We had been married long enough and I had seen that look before, although it had been a very long time.

Susan laid down the hand towel, took off her apron, and walked over to me placing her hand on the shaft of my cock giving it a quick squeeze to gauge its firmness. I fully admit that I was already turned on evidenced by the pre-cum that was oozing from the tip that glistened in the bright kitchen lights. Susan took her finger and dabbed the pre-cum and swirled it around the head of my cock. She then dropped to her knees with her eyes transfixed on it staring in amazement.

Without saying a word or any fanfare whatsoever, Sue leaned forward and slipped my erection into her mouth in one quick motion. The first couple of thrusts were shallow as if to gauge my size, then amazingly I watched it completely disappear as her lips came to rest at the base, her nose touching my abdomen.

Pulling back to the head, "It's so large," she said muffled around the head in her mouth.

If blowjobs were an artform, then Sue was an artisan. A skill that she mastered many years ago. From our youth, I was always amazed that she could take the entire length of a large cock in her mouth allowing it to slide down her throat. I was also puzzled by the mechanics of it but never wanted to look a gift horse in the mouth. Much like riding a bike, it was a talent that she never lost. For me, it was heaven.

I leaned back against a center island in the kitchen and watched in fascination as Susan bobbed her head up and down on my hard shaft now wet from her mouth mixed with precum. With each thrust, I could see a bulge in her throat as my cock plunged into the depths. It appeared to me that Sue was willing to take this experience to its inevitable conclusion. I wanted her to feel the full erect inside of her so I guided her to stand bringing her mouth to mine, giving her a French kiss, while I unfastened her jeans and started sliding them and her panties down. She knew in an instant what I wanted and she finished removing her pants and panties and at my guidance spun around and bent over the kitchen island.

We love each other very deeply but animalistic passions were taking over, reminiscent of our much younger days. Susan leaned over the island and grabbed the edges arching her back and exposing her beautiful glistening entrance to me bracing herself for the pounding that was coming. I slid my hand up and down her opening and feeling that she was very wet I slowly slid my cock deep inside her cunt. She let out a squeal of delight followed by a moan as I slowly started pumping her with strong deliberate strokes.

This newfound feeling was wonderful after having experienced the lack of an erection for quite some time. Amazingly, this erection was like having a twenty-one-year-old's cock on my fifty-something's body.

I watched my wet glistening rod slide easily in and out of her cunt as she let out a moan with each stroke. Still clothed in her t-shirt and bra, I pushed her t-shirt forward exposing the hasp of her bra, and unclasped it. Within a few seconds, she hurriedly tossed them aside and was completely nude. Her erect tits started slapping the tile on top of the kitchen island with each stroke as I lightly grabbed her hair pulling her head slightly back and making her back arch even more. I knew that we wouldn't last long and that explosive orgasms were moments away. For us, this was better sex than we have had in a long time.

As my thrusts gained in speed and force our bodies slammed together. I reached around and frantically grabbed her breasts trying to firmly squeeze each nipple. For her that was all it took. "Oh fuck, I'm coming," she said as she moaned a loud long moan and gripped the edges of the island with white knuckles. I felt her cunt muscles rhythmically contract around my cock as she climaxed. That feeling was all it took for me as well and I felt that familiar feeling rising from deep within my balls. My orgasm was more of an explosion than it was a simple orgasm. My seed came forth in a series of sustained spurts as our bodies slapped together culminating in loud wet smacks.

As I withdrew she turned over onto her back on the island and all we could do was laugh at what had just transpired. It was an amazing experience! We both basked in the afterglow, feeling both the love of a mature couple and the feeling of youthful exuberance. It was very hard to put into words the joy we felt at that moment.

Normally at this time, my cock would begin to grow flaccid. My wife was picking up our clothes that were strewn about the kitchen when she looked over at my cock in amazement. It was still as hard as a rock! Jokingly, I started walking around the kitchen island like some youthful male with full morning wood, even though I had just had intense sex. I teasingly trotted off toward the shower whistling and waiving around my erection like some proud trophy.

Within a few moments, I was in a hot shower, lathering up my body, and thinking about what just happened. As I stood there all soapy I was amazed that my cock was still standing at attention. Like a teen playing with his newfound hard-on, I used the soap and was slowly pumping my cock as I washed it.

All of a sudden, I saw the shower door open just a crack. It was my wife peeking to see if my erection had gone down, it had not. Playfully she reached in and grabbed my sudsy cock and started sliding her hand up and down. Now, most of the time, especially since I have gotten older, I am a one-shot man and need some time, usually around 24 hours or so, to recuperate before returning to action. It also had become a habit that, most of the time, not always, my wife often preferred to lay and cuddle after a session and rarely, except for years ago, expressed interest in immediately re-engaging but now she was expressing interest in more. We were venturing into exciting territory we had not visited for quite some time.

The feeling of her hand sliding up and down on my sudsy member was exhilarating. Already naked from what just happened in the kitchen, it did not take long and she was in the shower with me stroking my cock still in amazement. At one point she stopped and jokingly placed a wet washcloth on my erect member to see if it would drop. It did not. She looked up at me with the shower water cascading down on her and said, "What should we do?"

"Well..", I said, "it is said, that you should never let a good erection go to waste", and with that, she dropped to her knees and eagerly started sucking on my cock again!

Once again, employing her oral skills, she started deepthroating my cock. I was amazed that she attacked it with the same zeal that she had shown in the front seat of my 1964 Chevy many years prior. I have been blessed over the years to have experienced many wonderful blowjobs with her always savoring every drop. She was never hesitant in her desire to perform in this area. She had confided in me in the past that she enjoyed the taste and feel of semen and that it was one of her favorite sex acts to perform.

Although her hunger to suck my cock was always greatly appreciated, I wanted so much for my very hard cock to be back inside her again. I gently motioned her to get up and turn around. She readily complied, turning around, placing her hands on the shower wall, and again arching her wonderful ass up in the air.