Dana came from a wealthy family. She went to college and got a degree in World History. With her degree, she could have taught, and she had the vocation for teaching, but she said that she preferred to leave the job to those who really needed a job. She didn’t need to work. Her father’s accountant invested properly so she could enjoy a monthly check that allowed her to live adequately without missing anything, but without squandering.
She decided to use her knowledge to help those in need, so she spent every afternoon, Monday to Friday, at the local “Boys and Girls Club” to help kids with homework. It was rewarding.
It was right there that Dana met Jack. He was the PE teacher three afternoons a week.
Jack was the President of an important local company and, like Dana, instead of squandering his money, he donated money and time to the local “Boys and Girls Club.”
They fell in love, they got married, they had four children, they became grandparents. A regular life studded with an intense and fulfilling sexual understanding.
They loved each other profoundly, outside and inside the bedroom. Their sexual desire thrived with the years and they both were uninhibited. They freely talked about sex, about what they liked or not, about their desire for each other.
Once all their four children were out of the nest, their sexual desire even grew and together they decided to dare new ways to please each other. It was during their research that Dana discovered she liked something kinky. Nothing that included whips or canes, but she liked to be blindfolded, and she needed Jack to be a little rough and dominant.
She got aroused when Jack commanded her to do things, like what to wear before an important dinner, or what to do to arouse him. Sometimes she liked when he fucked her, yes, fucked, without foreplay, right there. Sometimes it was on the kitchen table, sometimes watching a movie, or joining her in the shower. A few times, while she was on her hands and knees, he spanked her, and that made her cum like crazy.
Jack got aroused watching Dana fingering herself or walking naked around the house. Sometimes he ordered her to do the cleaning naked while he jacked off.
Yes, they were happy and complete, and they had so much fun.
Phil was the vice-president in the same company as Jack.
Dana met him during a Christmas celebration ten years before. The moment Jack introduced Phil to her, she felt her inside tensing. It wasn’t love, no, she knew love very well and her heart was all for Jack. That was sexual attraction, pure and simple. She wanted to be fucked by him. Never in her life had she felt that attraction for another man.
She promised herself that she would never cheat on Jack. That meant that sometimes she used her vibrator fantasizing about Phil.
Two business dinners a year, one for Christmas and one for the annual celebration of the company, were the only occasions Dana had to see Phil, and each and every time, she got home with her panties wet.
One night, after one of the annual dinners, Dana was getting ready for the night when Jack suddenly said, “I felt it.”
“Uh? What did you feel?” she asked, unhooking her bra.
Jack got closer, his look very serious, his eyes darker like when he was aroused, he hugged her and stroked her back to her butt, then said, “I bet your panties are wet. Open your legs, slut,” and in that very moment, placed a hand between Dana’s legs to confirm his suspects. With a harsh laugh, he asked, “You like him?”
“Him who?” Dana asked, “Who are you talking about?”
“Phil, naughty girl, who else? I feel the attraction. He likes you too,” the tone was harsh, but she knew he wasn’t angry, he never was. He just loved knowing other men desired Dana, and that aroused him.
Her voice a low whisper, she said, “I don’t like him, I just-”
With his hand still between her legs, he kissed her and said, “I know. It’s sexual attraction.” Then he moved the panties on the side and started fingering her.
“You’ll never have him, you know that, right? I will never allow you to fuck him,” Jack said, still fingering her.
“I know, you’re the only one I want, you’re the only one allowed to fuck me,” Dana replied, opening her legs wider and gasping. She knew that was one of those nights they were going to have it rough and that made her even wetter.
“Yeah,” Jack said with his husky voice, “me and your vibrator. Nobody else can fuck you,” then closer to her ear, he instructed her, “On your hands and knees.”
Dana walked slowly to the bed and went on her hands and knees.
Jack filled her with a second finger and, with a thundering voice, said, “Don’t you dare to think about him. You can’t. When you are with me, I’m the only one. Clear?”
“Crystal,” she whispered panting, already on the edge of cumming.
She heard the sound of a zipper and the rustle of his pants falling on the floor.
“Jack,” she gasped, “I’m almost there.”
She knew her husband and she knew he was on the edge too. Whenever she got doggie style, showing her ass, it took only a few thrusts for Jack to cum.
He loved to see his cock entering her amazing pussy. Sometimes he liked to tease her rosebud with a finger too, but tonight he was in a hurry to cum.
He started pumping his cock in and out while she played with her clit, and in a few minutes she started to tighten her body, arching her back and pushing her ass out.
Jack let her cum, then groaning he pushed his cock deeply and roughly inside her. Three fast, deep thrusts, and he came too.
They both fell on the bed, breathless, panting, and sweating.
Stroking Dana’s butt, a finger in the crease, he said, “I mean it, Dana.”
“I know, Jack. And I told you, I would never cheat on you,” she said, panting. She was enjoying the little contractions she still felt in her pussy, and her husband’s finger between her cheeks. “Jack-,” she said holding her breath and tightening.
“Yes hon?” he replied in a mischievous voice.
She emitted a guttural sound, and said, “You’re making me cum- again.”
“Oh, do I?” Jack grabbed one of her vibrators in the nightstand, slicked it with the mix of her pussy fluids and his cum, and penetrated her with it.
Later, when they were both relaxing, laying side by side, Jack said, “I love you,” kissing her.
“I love you, too,” Dana replied in a sleepy voice.
His mouth on hers to say goodnight, Jack said, “Only when you play alone with your vibrator.”
She looked at him, frowning, “Uh?”
“You can think about Phil only when you are alone playing with your vibrator. Deal?” Jack asked.
“Deal,” she said.
And they fell asleep.
A few months after that night, Jillian, Jack’s assistant, called Dana, “Dana! Jack had a stroke. The ambulance is taking him at the St. Paul.”
Jack was in good shape and worked out. Dana couldn’t believe it. How did that happen?
Jack was released from the hospital one month later. His left leg, left arm, and part of the left side of his face, paralyzed.
Dana had to change a few things in the house, she moved their bedroom downstairs, and enlarged the bathroom to fit a bigger shower with a bench. Then she had the three stairs on the walkway outside levelled to facilitate the wheelchair passage and arranged a workout room for his physiotherapy.
“Don’t worry,” Jack said one day at the hospital when she was helping him with lunch, “My cock is still perfectly working. We just need to change a few things.”
“Honey,” she said kissing him, “I can resuscitate it if I have to.”
They had to change a lot of things. He couldn’t make love standing, as they used to do many times, especially in the shower, and he couldn’t be on top of her. Maybe one day, but not yet.
They could still play kinky, but it wasn’t the same with him on a wheelchair. One of the things Dana missed more was that he couldn’t take her on her hands and knees. Surely he missed that too. For oral sex, she had to straddle his face. They tried a few times with her sitting on the counter in the kitchen and him on the wheelchair, and it was nice, but he couldn’t finger her and pinch her nipples at the same time, having only one hand functioning.
But still, since he came home from the hospital they made love every time they wanted to.
The other thing that changed, was the business dinners. Jack didn’t want people’s sympathy, so he declined dinners and resigned from the company.
Rita, the former president’s wife, with whom Dana was friends, one day called her, “Dana, my dear, can I invite you both here for dinner?”
“Oh, Rita,” Dana said, sighing, “I don’t know. I need to check with Jack.”
“You need to get out and have a social life,” Rita continued.
“I know,” Dana said, lowering her voice, “believe me, I’m tired of this seclusion. I’m happy when I go grocery shopping, but I don’t wanna force him.”
Rita laughed, “Oh my goodness, Dana, that’s bad!” then added, “Let me talk to him.”
Jack was in the workout room.
“Jack?” Dana called, “Rita wants to talk to you,” handing him the phone.
“Rita my love, how are you?” he was always affectionate with Rita and her husband, Mike.
“Jack, I’m planning a dinner next Saturday, just two or three of our regular friends, and you, of course. Please, say yes. If not for your sake, for Dana’s. She needs to get out,” Rita said in one breath, before he could find an excuse.
He thought for a moment, looking at his wife lifting some weights. Rita was right, she needed to get out and see her friends. He was being selfish denying her that.
“Ok,” he said, exhaling, “We’ll be there. But you need to invite two strong guys to lift me up the stairs,” he said chuckling.
“Oh, my friend, don’t worry about it, Mike fixed that weeks ago,” Rita said giggling.
Saturday morning Dana scheduled an appointment to her salon for a complete treatment, mani-pedi and hair.
Saturday afternoon Dana was in her big closet, in her underwear, trying to decide what to wear, when Jack startled her saying, “You look beautiful.”
She turned, placed a hand on her heart, and, panting, said, “Jeez, Jack! You almost killed me!”
“I’m sorry! Come here and I apologize properly,” he said, holding out his hand.
She walked to him, stopped in front of the wheelchair, and bent to kiss him.
“Open your legs,” he commanded, her mouth still on his.
Sighing she said, “Jack, you’re making me wet and then I need to change panties.” She loved being touched by Jack, but she liked also playing the reluctant wife while he played the angry husband.
“I said, open your legs,” Jack said in a harsh voice, “don’t make me ask again.”
“We’ll be late,” Dana said.
“So, stop whining and indulge me and I’ll make it quick,” he said, sliding a hand inside her panties and stroking the soft red hair on her mound. When she finally opened her leg, he said, “See? You can do it.”
His finger slid between her lips as he said, in a kidding tone, “Doctors said women after forty-five suffer of dryness. How old are you?”
“Forty-nine,” she said, breathing deeply, closing her eyes, “But those women don’t have you as a husband.”
He went to kiss her belly and deeply inhaled her scent, and said, “Your smell is arousing me.”
He circled her entrance with his middle finger, while his thumb firmly pressed on her clit. With one firm stroke, he entered her pussy.
Dana’s legs were already shaking, and she braced herself on the armrests of his chair. In this position her breasts, even caged in a bra, wobbled and Jack was in heaven.
“Dana, take off your panties.”
She pulled off her panties, eager to feel his finger inside her again, then she got closer to him and with her hand, pulled her breast in his mouth.
When Jack added a second finger inside her pussy, Dana was about to cum.
With two of Jack’s fingers inside her, and her nipple between his teeth, she bent to unzip his pants and pulled off his gorgeous erection.
Jack took Dana on the edge, thrusting his fingers hard and deep inside her and biting her nipple, pulling out her breast.
She rocked her hips toward the fingers, pulling back her head, moaning and sighing.
He groaned.
She cried out, “Jack, I’m ready!” With her hand, she wrapped Jack’s cock, pulled Jack’s fingers out of her pussy, and directed his cock to her entrance. She straddled him, feeling his cock entering slowly inside her pussy.
Jack’s hand went behind to stroke her butt and tease her in the crease of her butt cheeks.
Jack felt her pussy squeezing his cock, driving him crazy.
She came hard, a few instants before Jack.
Once their bodies stopped shaking, hugging her, with his cock still inside her but almost completely out, Jack said, “Sometimes I fear you’ll get tired of an old paralytic man, and you run away.”
“Jack!” she said, yelling at him, “How can you say that?”
“Because I can’t give you what you need,” he said, almost crying.
“Jack,” Dana took his face between her hands, “I love you. We had four amazing children, we have two grandchildren, we had, and still have, an amazing sex life. I’m forty-nine without dryness problems, I’m just happy your cock still works. When it stops working, we still can play with some vibrators.”
They laughed.
Dana kissed him then said, “Now we need a shower,” and helped him to undress, get up, and enter the shower. She turned on some music and joined him in the shower. It was a long shower with a lot of touching and kissing.
She helped him dress, then she asked, “What do you want me to wear?” She always loved when he chose her outfit, that alone was a turn-on for her.
She was completely naked, and he liked the ease with which she moved around, completely naked. Sometimes she complained about her extra pounds, but he still found her extremely erotic.
“Stop looking at me like that. We are going to be late, and I’m already turned on,” she begged.
Jack smirked.
“The burgundy thong,” Jack commanded.
Slowly and with a sensual sway, she walked toward the dresser and took the burgundy thong and bra. She put them on making a dance, bending at her waist, with her ass at Jack and he stroked that magnificent ass.
Jack tugged his pants around his now hard cock, and groaned, “Naughty girl.”
She giggled.
Jack picked a dark blue dress for Dana. It had a wide cleavage showing the laced hem of her bra, and it was like a second skin, showing all her sensual curves.
Dana was curvy, not fat like she used to say. Her belly, after four children, wasn’t flat, but for Jack it was so damn erotic, probably more now than when she was in her twenties.
The final touch was, “Stiletto,” Jack said.
“What?” Dana said astonished, “You know I’m not wearing them anymore. They kill my feet.”
“I know!” he said amused, “So when they hurt you, you take them off and you are even sexier. I can’t wait.”
“And I’m the naughty one,” she giggled, gently punching his shoulder, “I hope you’re up to it because tonight I’m going to wear you out.”
When they arrived at Rita and Mike’s place, Dana saw they added a slideway by the entrance, “Jack, look,” pointing the entrance.
“What the fuck?” Jack said.
Dana parked, got out to grab the wheelchair from the trunk, and helped Jack out of the car. Pressing the button to make it roll over, he went up the slide. Mike opened the door, and said, “Jack! Do you like my new feature?” and patted his friend’s shoulder.
“You didn’t have to do that for me,” Jack said.
“This is to make you understand that we love you, and here you’re always welcome,” Mike explained, “And who knows, maybe one day I need it for myself,” and they all laughed.
Jack was moved by his friend’s statement.
The table was set for eight people, one of them was Phil who now was the president since Jack resigned.
“Dana,” Rita said, “do you want to sit beside your husband?”
Jack interceded and said, “I’m pretty sure she’s tired of being with me twenty-four hours a day. If you’re ok cutting my steak, I’ll enjoy your company,” addressed to Rita.
Jack sat at the head of the table, away from Dana who was in front of Phil. During the dinner, she heard Jack and Rita laughing. She wasn’t jealous, but she felt exposed, vulnerable.
Dana was indulging in the food, pretending to listen to Paula, one of the other guests, when she felt something touching her shin. She almost choked.
“Is everything alright?” Mike asked, beside her.
“Yes,” she answered clearing her throat, “Wrong pipe.”
Phil filled her glass with water and winked.
The footsie continued, and she was sure it was Phil, who else? She wasn’t annoyed with him, but with her husband for putting her in this position. Jack knew Phil had an attraction for Dana and knew she liked the attention, the feeling of being liked, the excitement.
She was almost fifty, not too worried to age, but still hungry for sex. Dana loved her husband very much, but she couldn’t avoid feeling the sexual attraction to Phil, even knowing she would never give in to the temptation.
Dana let the footsie continue, without reciprocating, without acknowledging it, but neither moving her leg away.
When they finished eating, Dana took off her shoes and went to help Rita clean the kitchen before dessert. She was left alone when Rita got a phone call and went on the porch.
“That’s the view that kept me awake most nights for the past ten years,” Phil said, leaning against the jamb, looking at Dana’s ass while she filled the dishwasher.
She felt again the familiar tickling of her pussy and a wet sensation. She straightened up turning, she looked at him for a moment then said, “Thank you,” without smiling.
“Are you mad at me?” Phil asked getting closer.
Dana sighed and said, “No, not at you,” then she turned again and, for his pleasure, and hers, she bent over the dishwasher, giving him a great view.
Phil got closer to her, cleared his throat, and whispered, “Does he still make you happy? Because, you know, if you need help, for you I’m always available.”
For a crazy instant, Dana closed her eyes, imagining he got closer so she could rub her ass against his cock. Instead, she got up, looked at him, and smirking, said, “Sorry to disappoint you, but I really don’t need your help. I’m plenty satisfied, thank you.”
Rita was back and Phil asked her something. Dana wasn’t paying attention, too absorbed in her naughty thoughts. She couldn’t give in to temptation, she had to resist the urge, she was fifty, for god’s sake, and married.
When the two women were alone again, Rita started, “Sorry for the interruption. So, how’s it going darling?”
“It’s going very well, really,” Dana replied, leaning against the counter. She had a feeling she knew what her friend wanted to know, “We had to change our routine and to rearrange a few things of the house, but other than that, everything is fine. We were thinking of taking a vacation to the Caribbean.”
Rita looked at her friend, then decided to ask, “What about your, ehm, intimacy?”
Aha. She knew it.
“Rita,” Dana explained, giggling, “His cock is perfectly functioning, believe me. To be honest, we risked arriving late tonight. We just have to accept that he can’t do some positions.”
The two women were good friends, but they never talked about intimacy. In Dana’s opinion, Rita was frigid, but she could be wrong.
“What positions?” Rita asked curious, getting closer and lowering her voice.
“Like standing in the shower, or doggie style.”
Dana saw her friend’s mouth forming an O and blushing.
“You-,” Rita tried to find the courage to speak, “ehm, you did that before?”
“Are you kidding? It was one of my favorites,” Dana said giggling, loving to see her friend’s reaction. She noticed Rita’s nipples stiffening through the shirt and that made her realize Rita wasn’t frigid after all, she just didn’t get laid.
Rita rushed to close the kitchen door and went close to Dana again, “I want to know all the details, please,” she begged.
“You want to know what? You don’t do that position with Mike?” Dana asked.
“That position? Any!” Rita said, “I don’t know if Mike has another woman or if he just isn’t interested anymore,” lowering her head.
“Well,” Dana said, “You have two ways to know that for sure. One, hire a PI but then you have to deal with the consequences. Or two, attract his attention.”
“How?” Rita asked.
“You should change your outfit with something that shows more, then you should be more naked around the house, touch him more,” Dana suggested.
“Naked? Dana, do you see me?” Rita asked, discouraged.
“Rita, we are not much different, and we are not teenagers, and neither is he. I had four kids and my belly is flabby. But he likes it, apparently.”
“Can you help me with the outfit? Will you go shopping with me?” Rita implored her friend.
“Sure! Tomorrow works for you?” Dana asked.
The two friends agreed to go shopping the following day.
“Can I ask you one more thing?” Rita asked her friend.
“Sure thing,” Dana said, imagining another favor.
“What’s going on with Phil?”
“Phil? What about him?” Dana asked, puzzled.
“Well, I saw how Phil looked at you. Every dinner together, he can’t keep his eyes off you. Mike noticed that too.”
“Wait, what?” Dana asked.
“You didn’t know?” Rita asked.
“Jack told me, but I didn’t know everybody knew,” Dana said, embarrassed, “he barely talks to me. Tonight, was the first time he said something about it,” Dana said.
They talked a few more minutes then joined the others for dessert and coffee, but at that point, Dana was distracted.
On the way back home, in the car, Jack said, “I saw him going in the kitchen. What did you talk about?”
“Uh?” Dana’s thoughts were elsewhere.
“Phil. What did he say?” Jack repeated.
“He said that if you can’t satisfy me, he can help,” Dana said with a sarcastic giggle.
“Dana,” Jack continued, “Phil wants you.”
“Jack,” Dana said, squeezing his lifeless hand, “Phil doesn’t want me, he wants just a fuck.”
“Before this,” Jack said, pointing to his lifeless arm, “I said I wouldn’t allow you to fuck him. Now-“
Dana interrupted him, “Stop it! Didn’t you get the part -in health and sickness?”
“He can give you what you need,” Jack didn’t stop talking.
Dana didn’t answer, she continued driving, and Jack continued talking, “If you can promise to not fall in love with him, I’ll allow it,” Jack continued, relentless, “But I don’t wanna know. I don’t want the details of something I can’t do anymore.”
He stopped talking and they stayed in silence for the last five minutes of the driving.
Once at home, Dana helped Jack out of the car, and they went inside. She took off her shoes and went to pour herself a drink. She wasn’t a drinker but that night she really needed something strong before saying something she would then regret.
She was so immersed in her thoughts, she didn’t herd Jack’s wheelchair approaching behind her.
Jack pulled up her skirt and gently kissed and bit her butt cheeks.
Dana closed her eyes, enjoying Jack’s touching, and said, “How can I enjoy another man? You know me too well, you know what I like, my most sensitive spots. I don’t have to ask you anything because you always know what I need and how I need it. You know my flaws and I don’t have to hide them from you. You’re the only one I can feel really free with. With another man, I have to begin all over again. I’m too old for this.”
She turned to look at her husband, and continued, “It’s not making love against a wall, or with you on top that matters to me. It’s your heart that I want the most. Now, if you don’t mind, as I promised you before, I’m going to wear you out. Get on the bed,” she commanded.
She helped him out of his clothes and his gorgeous erection jutted out. He went on the bed, laid down on his back, and Dana straddled his face.
“Eat my pussy like it was your last meal,” she groaned.
He opened her lips with his hand and began licking her very wet pussy. He moved his hand to stroke her butt cheek, teasing the crease as she liked. Yes, he knew everything about her. After twenty-nine years, she didn’t have to tell him what she liked and what she didn’t like.
Dana started stroking her breasts, pinching her nipples, and pulling her breasts out.
From Jack’s point of view, she was the most erotic creature he could ever dream of.
She started rocking her hips frantically.
Jack tried to keep her in place and help her cumming at the same time, but it was impossible with just one hand. He decided to just help her. He kept his tongue inside her pussy, while she rocked her hips, and with his hand, he gently pressed against her rosebud. He knew that this touch would make her cum. After a few seconds, she began shaking, crying out, “Yes- yes-,” arching her back and pulling her head back.
He was about to lose it but had to hold on.
When her body stopped shaking, he said, “Honey please-“
Looking down with heavy eyes, she smiled. She straightened up on her legs helping him to sit up, leaning against the head of their bed. She bent down to kiss him and taste her own fluids on his face. Then she sat down on his groin, feeling his well-erected cock between her butt’s cheeks. She loved the sensation, but she knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so, she straightened up, and slowly, very slowly, squatted down, feeling his cock sliding easily inside her.
She stayed a few moments still, enjoying the feeling of his cock deep inside, squeezing her pussy around it. Then she kissed him again.
“Hon, please,” he groaned, moving his hand to her pussy, and rubbing her clit with his thumb.
She moved up and down, all the way up until only the head of his cock was barely inside, and all the way down until she felt his cock deeply inside her.
She pushed her breast into his mouth, and he tugged her nipple with his teeth.
When she felt his hips pushing, trying to speed up her rhythm, she knew her husband was about to cum. Yes, she knew everything about him, and he knew everything about her. This wasn’t only sex, this was sex combined with their immortal love.
Jack groaned then, holding his breath, hugging her at the waist, he thrusted deeply inside her, and together they came.
One year later, after strenuous physiotherapy, Jack was able to stand up and walk small distances without the wheelchair. But he didn’t tell this to his wife, he wanted to surprise her.
To celebrate his beautiful and very erotic wife’s fiftieth birthday, Jack turned off all the lights and lit several candles around the bathroom and the bedroom. He then prepared a bathtub for her. He didn’t like the bath, but he liked to see his wife in it.
Everything was ready. Sitting on his wheelchair, he called his wife, “Dana? Dana honey, can you please come help me?”
When she arrived, wearing only a shirt, she stopped by the door and said, “What is this?”
“Come here and kiss me,” he said.
She did as he asked and bent down to kiss him. She knew he was now able to move the left arm and hand, even if with some effort, so she wasn’t surprised when she felt both his hands stroking her thighs, up to her ass.
With his mouth still on hers, he said, “I prepared a bath for you. Follow me.”
When they were in the bathroom, he showed her a blindfold and ordered her to wear it.
She was already aroused.
“Take off your shirt and get in the tub,” he commanded.
In the tub Dana relaxed her head on the head-support and began to stroke her breasts. She heard the unmistakable noise of the zipper of Jack’s jeans. She knew he was stroking his cock, but she knew he wouldn’t jack off.
She bent her legs and opened them wide, then moved her hands down, stroking her inner thighs to her pussy.
Jack knew she was fingering herself with two fingers of one hand inside her pussy and stroking her clit with the other hand.
He loved to see her face, tense first with the rising of her excitement, and relaxed after when the orgasm faded.
When she was done, he helped her to dry off most of the water and offered her a glass of wine.
He guided her to the bedroom and ordered, “On your hands and knees.”
She knew he couldn’t do that position, but sometimes he used a vibrator.
She waited there for the vibrator, her knees on the edge of the bed, her ass out, ready for him.
“Open your legs,” he commanded.
She didn’t move.
“I. Said. Open. Your. Legs.” And he slapped her cheek. “Open!” he ordered and slapped the other cheek.
At this point she was well satisfied, extremely aroused, and obeyed, opening her legs.
“More,” he said.
Dana heard the creak of his chair, the rustle of his clothes, and then- Then she felt him approaching her from behind, the contact of her thighs and her ass with her husband’s body, entering her pussy with two firm fingers, and thrusting those fingers in and out, stroking her cheek with the other hand and kissing her back.
“Jack?” she called, surprised, crying.
“Happy birthday my love,” Jack then said, looking at his cock entering his wife’s pussy, “I love you.”
