A little shyly, Carol looked downward as she wriggled out of equally sensible white cotton panties. She'd never been one for what she considered "big girl" panties, but these were merely functional, nothing fancy. She knew, though, that despite the extras—a few extra pounds, some stretchmarks and wrinkles around her eyes, a bit of cellulite—in Chet's opinion, she was everything he wanted in a woman. She smiled directly at him, confident and secure, almost daring him to just sit there when she stood naked, just out of reach.
"Do you know what I love the most about your body?" he asked softly.
Carol bit her lip, her eyes sparkling. She cupped her breasts with her hands, pressing them into a younger, perkier version. "These?"
He shook his head slowly.
She giggled and dropped her hands to her waist, spinning around before bending over slightly with her hands on her buttocks. "These?"
"Uh-uh."
Carol rolled her eyes, enjoying the moment every bit as much as her husband. What woman wouldn't enjoy feeling adored and cherished? She made a show of thinking deeply before slowly running her hands down to the salt-and-pepper triangle that, as surely as an X on a treasure map, marked the spot. "This? Is this what you love the most?" she whispered.
He surprised her by once again shaking his head in the negative before moving to her, embracing her. "What I love the most about your body is everything… and the fact that it's yours. And the fact that it's mine."
Retired though he was, Chet still worked out at the fire department gym. Scooping her up in his arms, he laid her gently on the bed. When he lay down beside her, he let out a sigh of contentment. "Maybe we should just take a little nap instead," he murmured.
Carol snorted as she laid a hand on his jeans. "Absolutely not. Not with that big thing wanting to get out." Giggling, she undid his zipper so he could shimmy out of his jeans and boxers. When he was nude, she reached across him for a bottle of lubricant on the nightstand.
When they'd first been intimate, Chet had—he admitted later—felt he'd let her down because she needed "lube", but she had convinced him it was an age thing, not a desire thing. She squirted a few drops into her hand and warmed it with the other before lovingly applying it to his erection. Once he knew this only enhanced her eventual pleasure, they included it in their foreplay.
Sometimes, he insisted on lubricating her instead, either by caressing her "lady parts" as he called them, or by using his mouth and tongue to get her wet. Other times, her body decided it was still a teenager after all, and as they played around, his cock slipped in easily, surprising them both. "Well!" he'd say with a touch of pride. "That was easy!"
Today, he caressed her back and teased her breasts as she massaged the slippery warming fluid over the head of his penis and down the sides. Carol gripped him harder and then whispered, "Turn over, Chief."
He faced her as she rested her leg on his hip and guided his cock into her body. The moment of union—the joining, the oneness—was always such bliss for her. They lay still for a few seconds, just enjoying their closeness. Then Chet kissed her long and completely, their tongues playing, becoming joined by mouths just as they were below. Without losing either connection, they rolled over so that Chet was on top as he began to move, slowly at first, then more quickly. "Mmm. Oh yes, yes," Carol groaned softly.
He slowed again, concentrating on Carol. In answer, she grabbed his buttocks tightly, pulling him in more deeply.
Chet bent down, kissing her neck, her chest, nipping at her nipples as Carol gripped even harder. Her legs wrapped around him as her hands grabbed his head, forcing him to kiss her on the mouth as she arched her back and let out a moan of ecstasy. Only then did Chet thrust hard and fast, reaching his own climax within seconds. His face grimaced in concentration as he uttered a deep moan of release, relaxed with a sigh and then raised himself off, elbows straight, so he could look at her. "You are so beautiful," he said.
"You're just saying that because I put out," she teased, obviously pleased.
"That's right," he said as he bent down to kiss her. "I tell that to all the soon-to-be grandmothers who spread their legs for me."
That gave Carol the giggles, silent giggles making her whole body shake. Chet wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously. "Oh I like that. Keep shaking and I may just feel the earth move again."
Instead, Carol pinched both of his butt cheeks.
"Ow!" he cried. "Okay, you little vixen, now you've done it." With one smooth movement, Chet was off her, pulling her onto his stomach where he trapped her feet. "You've been a naughty girl." He spanked her lightly with one hand a few times and then pulled her higher by both arms so that her breasts were above his face. Chuckling, he took first one nipple in his mouth, biting it gently, and then the other before laying Carol back on the bed. His gaze moved swiftly up and down her curves. "If we don't stop now, you're going to have to endure me again."
Carol laughed. "It was your idea!" Chet got up and dressed quickly as she did the same. They embraced, still feeling the heat of their lovemaking. A lingering, wet kiss and Carol pushed him away. "If we don't stop now, you're going to have to endure me again."
Her phone rang from where she'd left it in the living room, and she ran to answer it. "Keith? What's wrong?"
Several miles away, Worth and Jessica wrapped presents and enjoyed homemade eggnog. "I love
