My wife Grace and I have been married for almost forty years. Until about five years ago, our sex life was great. We screwed at least twice a week, usually more often. Frequently, I'd suck my wife's pussy before we fucked. Early in our marriage, this made her come, but then for years she let me do it only because I liked to. She has sucked my prick, never often enough to suit me and never long enough to make me come.
I'm a horny bastard, so for many years she often jacked me off. I especially liked it when we were before the mirror above our bathroom sink. She has gorgeous nipples which I loved to look at as she watched what her hand was doing and my come as it spurted into the sink.
I love the taste of a woman's come. Not that I've tasted that much. So far, only that of two gals before I was married, one woman who used to live next door and, of course, my wife.
Sometimes, when the head of my prick gets wet from looking at pictures of pussy or reading a dirty story or watching an R-rated movie, I rub my finger in that wetness, then lick that finger. OK, so call me a pervert. I can't imagine why a woman wouldn't want to lick my prick when it's wet like that or why she wouldn't want to taste my come.
Now, I have to satisfy myself with my hand. I usually jack off in the bathroom while looking at pictures in Penthouse. When my wife's out, I've also jacked off into a tissue while looking at really-horny parts of an X-rated videotape I've freeze-framed on our living room TV.
Last month, our niece, Terry, and her eighteen-year-old daughter, Tracy, visited us for the two weeks. Terry's husband was doing his annual stint in the National Guard. Tracy was out of school for the summer.
One day, Tracy and I were on the patio talking when she shyly inquired, "Uncle John, may I ask you something I never could ask my mom or dad?"
"Sure, sweetie."
Then she shocked the daylights out of me by asking, "Are all penises big and long and veiny and ugly?"
"Did you just ask me what I think you did?"
"Yeah. I've seen Playgirl and I wonder if all penises are nine or ten inches long and as big around as a cucumber."
"It seems we're being perfectly frank and you've probably seen a lot more penises than I have. But most of those I've seen are about six or seven inches long and not even as big around as a small banana. Whether or not they're circumcised also has a lot to do with the way they look. I shouldn't be telling you this, but mine's just over six inches long and uncircumcised."
"Would you let me see it?"
"Are you out of your mind? Of course not. Anyway, I can't imagine why you'd want to see it. I'm almost sixty years old, have flab below my belly and more wrinkles than a wadded-up paper napkin. Don't you have a boyfriend who'll show you his?"
"Are you kidding? He'd think I was inviting him to get in my pants."
"That does it. I'm going inside and I'm going to forget we ever had this discussion."
A few hours later, I was sitting in the den watching TV. Tracy stuck her head in the door and said, "Aunt Grace and mom said for me to tell you 'We're going to the mall and the movies' and to ask you 'Do you want to come along?'."
"Tell them I'm going to watch TV for a while, then take a nap."
Less than a minute had passed when Tracy came into the den and sat down.
"I thought you went with your aunt and mother."
"Nah. Shopping stinks. And the movie they're going to see sounds gross. Besides, I wanted to be here alone with you so you can show me your prick."
"Are we going to start up with that again?"
"Why not? We're the only ones who'll know you've shown it to me because I'll never tell anyone. Not even my best friend Becky."
"I certainly would hope not."
"So what d'ya say? I'll even show you my vag...er, cunt."
