Midnight Spontaneity

The rain hammered against the windows of our daughter’s guest room, a relentless rhythm accompanying the awkward silence hanging in the air. It was 5:00 AM, and the scheduled quickie had taken an unexpected turn. We’d planned for a hurried encounter, a clandestine moment before returning home, but the cramped space and the stifling humidity had thrown a wrench into our carefully laid plans. My wife, Melodie, and I had been asleep since 4:47 AM, a restless night punctuated by tossing and turning. The guest room bed, a mere full-sized model compared to our opulent queen at home, felt small and confining. We’d fallen asleep spooning, my arm draped protectively over her back, her scent, a blend of lavender and vanilla, clinging to my skin.

Before the inevitable awakening, I’d whispered my adoration, detailing the exquisite beauty of her large, Scandinavian eyes, the voluptuous curve of her breasts, and the delicate pleasure of her little clitoris. It felt absurd, uttering such words at this ungodly hour, but the truth was, her kindness and intelligence had been the initial spark, the magnetic pull that drew me to her in the first place. Perhaps those captivating eyes played a part too.

The insistent ring of my iPhone shattered the quiet. It was 4:47 AM, and the digital display cast a harsh, white light across Melodie’s face, illuminating her porcelain skin with an unflattering glare. I fumbled for the snooze button, desperate to recapture the last vestiges of sleep, but the insistent buzzing continued. Finally, I rose, shuffling across the room to the bathroom, only to return moments later, feeling even more irritable. Melodie had already followed suit, her movements silent and graceful, a stark contrast to my clumsy attempts at normalcy.

As we both headed back to the bed, she surprised me. "Wanna do our quickie right now?" she asked, her voice a low murmur in the darkness. I expected a refusal, a gentle protest against the premature intrusion of our desires. But she simply nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Next, she swiftly removed her pajama top and bottoms, stretching her arms overhead and arching her back, accentuating the ample fullness of her breasts. The low-light setting on my iPhone cast a soft glow, transforming her into a vision of captivating beauty. It was almost uncanny how gorgeous a woman could look at nearly 70 years old. I wasn’t complaining, not one bit. Her knowing smile and deliberate arching of her back were clearly intentional, designed to maximize the impact of her ample bosom.

As we both shed our clothes, discarding our pajamas in a flurry of movement, I leaned over her, kissing her neck, drawn to the intoxicating scent of her skin. Our familiar tongue dance began, a slow, sensual exploration of each other’s mouths, a prelude to the pleasures that lay ahead. "You are so beautiful in this light," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "I wish you knew how gorgeous you are to me!"

Thirty years together, and the feeling of gratitude for having her in my life, in my bed, remained as strong as ever. I began by cupping her full, shapely breasts, gently playing with the sensitive nipples. Then, I engulfed the closest nipple, along with its surrounding areola, with my eager mouth, savoring the delectable taste of her flesh. I gently tongue-flicked and sucked, drawing pleasure from her succulent nip, before moving on to the other breast, treating it to the same loving attention.

“My turn!” she exclaimed, pushing me back onto my side of the bed. She then enveloped my nearest-to-her man nipple, a passionate gesture that sent shivers down my spine. What an incredible sensation, a primal urge that I couldn’t deny. Soon, she began cupping my balls, initiating the rhythmic pumping that would soon lead to ecstasy. Simultaneously, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stimulating my nips while continuing to caress my erection. "You are hard," she whispered, her voice a breathy invitation, "and you're good." Correction: she did slide her lips up to my ear, whispering how hard I was getting and how good it was going to feel to have me inside her. The realization that we were about to experience an extended session only intensified my anticipation.

Next, I offered her the handle of one of her bullet vibrators, applying a generous amount of strawberry-flavored Aloe Cadabra lubricant. Her pussy was a sight to behold, a glistening invitation to pleasure. I rubbed the fingers that had just been inside her pussy onto her now hard nipples, intensifying the sensation. Then, I repeated my oral ministrations on her nips, savoring each moment of connection. I also took the opportunity to masturbate as I knelt beside her, rubbing my tip against her closest nip, feeding my desires with unrestrained abandon.

Melodie, sensing the intense pleasure she was experiencing, decided against using the vibrator this morning, fearing that it might alert our daughter and her husband, who were residing in the next room. After a short time of intense stimulation, she requested, "Go inside me!" It was a direct command, a blatant disregard for our earlier agreement of a quickie. Despite the circumstances, I complied, understanding that her desire for intimacy outweighed any concerns about potential eavesdropping. We mounted her in missionary position, my body pressing against hers as we plunged deeper into our shared pleasure.

As I thrust in deep, I paused to savor the sensation, acutely aware of the physical strain on my aging heart. The position had become increasingly challenging over the past few months, a painful reminder of my declining health. But the heat of the moment, the exquisite pleasure of her body against mine, drowned out any discomfort. Soon, I was thrusting with full power, while Melodie twerked beneath me, her muscles contracting and flexing, causing me an indescribable amount of delight. She squeezed my shaft with her Kegal muscles, her movements both powerful and mesmerizing. As I leaned in to suck on each of her sexy (and bouncing) hard nipples, we continued our frenzied exchange, pushing the boundaries of our shared desire.

“I love you, Melodie!” I shouted, looking into her gorgeous eyes, feeling an overwhelming surge of affection for the woman beside me. “All of you. But right now, I love making love to your beautiful body!” “I – love – you – too!” she gasped out between each pounding thrust, her twerking and Kegal muscles creating an even more intense experience. Between her pussy squeezing my erection, her sexy twerking, and my relentless thrusting, the orgasm hit me with the force of a tidal wave. It was so intense that I saw stars, a familiar sensation from our early years of marriage.

I carefully collapsed onto her, showering her with kisses, before rolling off. I scooped some strawberry cream from her flowing pussy, savoring the sweet taste of our love. But even amidst the pleasure, I felt a profound sense of gratitude for having her in my life, for the enduring connection that transcended time and circumstance. I wanted to give her the kind of orgasmic bliss I'd just experienced, a potent reminder of the passion that still burned within us.

I wished I could tell you that she came this morning too, but it didn’t happen. She was too nervous about our daughter and son-in-law hearing us. (The headboard HAD banged a bit against the wall while we had our fun.) We were both pleased that we had been able to fully enjoy M-position for the first time in a few months. The experience, both physically and emotionally, was truly unforgettable.

A few days later, we indulged in a rip-roaring sex romp in our queen bed, far removed from the cramped confines of our daughter’s guest room. Soft lamplight, cast by our halite lamps, illuminated the scene, creating a warm, golden glow that was distinctly different from the harsh white light of my iPhone screen. We also lit a "TV fire" on the screen of our bedroom TV, a nostalgic nod to our past. Melodie’s smooth, soft, lovely skin had an alpenglow, thanks to the combined effect of the lamp light and the TV fire. I love seeing her with that kind of glow, a visual representation of her beauty and sensuality. Alpenglow, as I’ve mentioned before, is the soft light that bathes the snow-covered mountains at sunset. We once made love in a high hotel room at sunset, and she had the same kind of glow on her beautiful naked body. The halite lamps, in a way, mimic the alpenglow light.

We began our lovemaking session with gentle kisses, followed by my lips tracing the curves of her nips. Then, I moved on to more intimate oral attention, exploring every inch of her beautiful clitoris. It’s easy to overlook the beauty of that little sex organ, but it deserves our attention and appreciation. I slid the glass dildo deep inside her, a provocative act that sent shivers down my spine. Melodie cooed and moaned softly as I loved on her nipples, savoring the sensation. Then, I knelt next to her and rubbed my tip against her closest nip, further intensifying the pleasure. She always enjoys this, and the combination of these sensations created an unparalleled experience. There is something terribly erotic about it.

But all the stimulation made Melodie want the real thing. So, she finally demanded that I get the real thing inside her. It was a direct and insistent request, one that I couldn’t ignore. We promptly transitioned into X-position, our bodies at right angles, me on my side and her on her back. As I plunged deep into her fully aroused pussy, we continued our frenzied exchange, pushing the boundaries of our shared desire.

Eventually, I came with surprising force, a testament to the power of our connection. I then moved up to use my lips on her nips again, but first, I added some of our pussy-mixed strawberry cream “protein shake” to her nips, intensifying the flavor and sensation. Melodie kept up the vibing on her clitoris, her pleasure a constant reminder of our shared intimacy. The combination of her twerking, her Kegal muscles, and my relentless thrusting created an experience that exceeded all expectations. Her orgasm was so intense that it shook her entire body, a visual confirmation of her pleasure. She looked absolutely radiant in the soft light, and I felt blessed beyond measure. We both felt the need to continue this amazing experience, but we were interrupted by the arrival of our other daughter and her family. The headboard had banged a bit against the wall while we were enjoying our pleasure. We ended our session, but we knew that we would soon be able to resume our passionate encounters. As we drifted off to sleep, I realized that despite the challenges of age and health, our love remained as strong and vibrant as ever.

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