Carol Bradford sat on the commode, her nightgown bunched around her waist. Through her wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her silky blonde pussy-hair, then drop into the bowl. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake.
"Mike?" she called.
"Yeah?" her husband answered, pushing the bathroom door open. "Well, aren't you a pretty sight?" he said.
"Look, who's talking. You look as bad as I feel," she said with a smile. Her husband was naked except for a towel around his mid-section, his flaccid cock making a delightful bulge in the material. She saw it twitch as he eyed her with open appreciation.
Blessed with good skin tone and bone structure, Carol Bradford still possessed almost all the physical attributes that had first attracted her husband, over twenty years ago. Her face showed no surrender to her age and her long-legged body was well put together: tits, full and firm, stomach flat, and a shapely set of tight buns. People frequently confused her with her grown daughter, Marsha.
Mike returned her smile.
"Oh, honey," she said, "I can't wake up this morning. I'm too beat up. What about you?"
"Ol' stallion Bradford? Fit as a fiddle and reanin' to trot. Want to go around again?"
"You're too much," she giggled. "Did you hide the video real good? I don't want the kids to stumble over it while they're here."
"Of course I did," he lied. The video was still in the VCR; rewound, just where they had left it. "Relax, they don't go sneaking through our drawers anymore."
"Oh, God. Do you remember when Peter found your rubbers and thought they were balloons? I almost died from embarrassment."
"Hell, how about when Marsha found your diaphragms and used them for falsies - at a grade school dance, no less, and then they fell out when she was dancing. Now, that was embarrassing!"
They both broke into laughter.
"We've come a long way since then, haven't we?"
"And how. That's why I want that video stashed where no one is going to find it. One day you amateur film-makers are going to get us hung."
"Com'on, admit it. You enjoy watching the replay just as much as we do. Admit it," he urged.
"I'll do no such thing." she said, giggling, "You're a dirty old man!"
"I sure am," he said, pulling her to him.
Carol felt the hair on his bare chest rub against her sensitive tit-flesh and her blood stirred. She was amazed that he still couldn't get enough, not even after twenty years. But then, neither could she. They had found the secret of keeping the magic alive.
"How'd you like this dirty ol' man to prong you again?"
"After last night? You can't have that much energy left."
He rubbed the palm of his hand over her nipple making it immediately come alive and hardened. Her body's trigger was her tits, and he knew it. Carol's pussy began to heat up, making her juices flow.
"You bastard! Oh, that feels so good." Playfully, she punched his arm as his knowing hands began to roam her body, stoking the smoldering ember in her loins.
"So, you're not so beat up after all."
"Like hell! You know how beat up I am. You have it recorded for posterity . . . Oooh, yes, do that!"
"I sure as hell do, and everytime I think about it, I get horny. Like now. Com'on, let's go to bed."
Carol giggled as she allowed herself to be maneuvered to the large bed. Mike pulled the tassel on her gown and it fell to her feet, almost causing her to trip. Reaching to steady her, his hand found her left tit. The shock was electric and caused her to suck in her breath. Automatically she reached for his stiffening prick.
"God," he said, with a choke in his voice, "you're a good-looking woman; same as you were twenty years ago."
Carol kneaded his cock, feeling it grow harder and hotter in her hand. "And you, pretty liar, only get better with age. More kinky, too," she giggled. "I love it!"
She fell back on the bed with his hands trailing over the hills and valleys of her body. Spreading her legs wide he blew softly into her silky, hot cunt and Carol moaned with delicious excitement. Pussyjuice oozed from her cunt and clung to the golden strands of her pubic hair. The hot pink lips beckoned. Slowly, her husband flicked his tongue over her exposed clit.
"Oooooooo, Mike . . . mmmmmmmmmmm," she mewed, her voice tight with anticipation. Automatically, her cunt-lips parted.
Mike grabbed her asscheeks and stabbed her cunt with his spear-like tongue. Her body arched, and she grabbed his head, forcing his face deep into her musky mound.
"Oh, God . . . yes!" she screamed, grinding her hips against his sucking mouth. "That's it! There! Oh, shit, yessss! Oh, Mike, suck harder . . . no . . . don't stop!
Mike pulled his tongue out of his wife's steaming pussy and looked at her face. It was flushed and her brow was knitted as if in pain. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Her hips twitched and her tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing. With a smile he mashed his face tight against her wide open cunt and drove his tongue in deep.
"Ugggggggh! Oh, you mean bastard! Aaaaaah! Oh, Mike, keep sucking! Yeaaaah! Christ! Stick your finger in my cunt . . . please! Yes! Yes! Like that! Oh, soooo gooood! Fill me up!"
Carol felt Mike's tongue dart in and out of her searing cunt, felt his teeth nibble the tender outer lips, his hot mouth sucking hard on her clit.
He knew her body; her responses, how to drive her to the brink and back again. He twisted his finger around the slick walls of her cunt, feeling the spongy texture; adding to her torment and pleasure.
"Oh, you sonofabitch!" she screamed. "My ass! My ass! Stick your finger up my ass! Hurry, I'm dying . . . AAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Her body arched and the muscles of her ass contracted as his relentlessly probing finger entered the tight ring of her asshole. Thrashing around almost violently, Carol forced her hips down on Mike's twisting finger driving it deep into her bowels; all the time holding his face flush against her demanding pussy. Thick, hot cunt-juice dribbled out of her burning hole, down her asscrack, lubricating her husband's index finger.
A vision of Carol with a huge, thick prick up her ass flashed through Mike's mind, and his erection became almost painful.
Carol twisted around, her toes curling, stiffly, around the bedsheets, bunching them together. Her breathing was labored and her words came in gulps. "Oh, Mike . . . I'm so full! Aw, shit, honey, I need your cock in me. Bad! Quick, lay down . . . I've got to have it!"
They quickly shifted positions. Carol roughly pushed Mike down on his back and placed her juicy, pleasure-raw cunt directly over his large purple cockhead. Hunkering down, she slowly eased herself onto the long, slender shaft. Her pussy stretched wide as his hot prick pushed its' way deep into her erupting body.
Oh, God, she thought, as Mike's cock hit bottom, this is heaven! How would I ever do without cock?
