Forty-Plus Fun: A Reward Deserved

The years melted away as I looked at Karen, she truly was a beautiful woman. When she and I were in our 40s, she still was though I was already 51, we knew we needed to do something about our physical condition. I’ve kept myself in decent shape through self-employment and karate, but I wasn’t where I wanted to be. Karen, after seven pregnancies and four children, had never managed to regain her pre-pregnancy weight. I loved her immensely, and she was stunning; our sex life was fantastic. I’m 6’2”, with brown hair and blue eyes, and weighed around 240 lbs. Karen is 5’7”, blonde, with green eyes. We often took romantic weekend getaways where we could really let loose. During these trips, we both committed to getting back into top shape for both our health and other reasons. We got serious about exercise and eating healthy. Karen worked incredibly hard every day to achieve her goals. I, too, increased my workout regimen and karate training. The results were amazing! After about six months, I’d lost around 40 lbs, replacing it with muscle and weighing in at 205 lbs. I’d regained my six-pack abs and was in the best shape I’d been in since my time in the military. Karen lost almost 60 lbs, dropping from a size 16-18 to an 8-10. She was in the most beautiful shape she’d ever been in, firm and toned. Her legs were better than ever, and her backside was firm and sweet. Everyone said she looked ten years younger, which was great since she already looked ten years younger than her actual age. We needed a new wardrobe. Buying Karen new clothes, sexy lingerie, and fashionable items she hadn’t worn in years was a lot of fun! She looked absolutely hot in those new clothes. We decided to fly to the Florida coast for our anniversary. Karen had just had her hair lightened to bring out her natural color and had been tanning, resulting in a beautiful, brown complexion. She was wearing a halter top that showcased her toned arms and shoulders, a short, mid-thigh skirt that highlighted her long, brown legs, and open-toed heels with straps that wrapped around her calves, showing off her bright red toenails. A temporary tattoo adorned her ankle, and she looked absolutely stunning. As we walked through the airport, I noticed men and women glancing at Karen. I left her alone for a few minutes as I went to check us in, and it wasn’t surprising to find a couple of soldiers talking to her when I returned. They excused themselves quickly, one of them giving me a friendly smile and a comment about how lucky I was. “Enjoying yourself?” I asked, smiling back. “Now that you’re back, yes,” she answered, her smile lighting up my world. She took my hand and clung to my arm like we'd just met. I truly loved her very much. I could feel her desire for me radiating through her body and into mine. I was so proud of her and the hard work she continued to put in.

We were seated on the plane, and I was struggling to maintain composure. Her legs were beautiful and inviting, and when she asked for a blanket, we both allowed our hands to wander beneath its cover. The short flight felt like an eternity, and my maleness was actually in pain from being restrained for so long. We arrived in Florida and got our rental car. While leaving the parking garage, Karen asked me to pull into a deserted, darkened area and stop. As soon as the car was stopped, she pulled me close and whispered, “I need you now.” We began to kiss passionately, our tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths. My erection was tenting my shorts, threatening to burst out. My hand instinctively reached for her body, exposing her breast and licking her nipples, causing her to moan and squirm in her seat. I slid my hand up her skirt, and she wildly, almost desperately, spread her legs and thrust to meet my searching fingers. Her thong was soaked and slippery as I moved it aside and began to touch and probe her sensitive area. My fingers slid inside of her, and she gasped my name, moaning with pleasure. I started to thrust my fingers in and out of her, creating wet, squishy, and delicious sounds. I brought my fingers to my mouth to lick her juices when she intercepted them and instead licked them herself. I put my fingers back into her and increased the pace, continuing to work her nipples. Suddenly, I felt everything tighten, and she screamed. Her juices squirted all over the car seat and my hand as she came for what seemed like an eternity. This time, I got to lick her juices off my fingers, savoring the taste and scent of her. I hadn't realized it, but she had somehow managed to free me from my clothing prison and hungrily leaned over and shoved my cock down her throat, moaning all the time, almost like an animal. The sight of my beautiful wife, with her red toenails, heels, and red finger nails, working up and down my shaft, caused me to climax way before I wanted to. My cum exploded deep into her mouth as she groaned gutturally and sucked and swallowed every last drop, refusing to stop until I couldn't take any more. We lay there, basking in the emotion and release. The car smelled like sex, and we didn't care. As we left the area, I noticed the security camera and wondered if that’s what made the security guard at the gate smile and wave the way she did.

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