Expectations for the future

Expectations for the future
This story is more of a confession about what I think and feel about women. If there were any serious research on the subject, I would be absolutely sure that when it comes to sexual satisfaction for married women over fifty years old, the result would be painful, especially as regards sex with one's regular partner...and I say this in addition to practical knowledge that everyday marital life destroys all desire..., see that I am not generalizing because I know very well that there are commendable exceptions.
And if in that same survey, the "husbands" were asked whether they cheat or have cheated on their wives, the percentage would be very high; and one might argue that if the question was posed to wives it would also be high. Yet I sense there are many married women who feel relegated to a position of mere "housewife", caring for children and husband who is even present but sexually absent.
On more than one occasion I have heard women confess that their husbands abandoned them for younger wives or whose sexual attractions come out of the standard stereotype of selfishness and wantonness lacking in spice, filled with tantrums and antics which delightfully make intercourse something far better.
I have also heard women confess that they are with their husbands only for convenience, and even if not getting any kind of sexual satisfaction at all, remain as asexual people living one day after another wishing their partners would "rise from the ashes" to want them again!
I made this somewhat lengthy prologue to narrate a fact that has made me feel very happy and fulfilled, because like most married men I have seen my marriage fall apart over the effects of everyday life, discovering that certain attractions are not just about sexual adventure.
Anyway, one day I was shopping alone in a supermarket near my home when my eyes caught sight of an extremely beautiful woman who had been doing the same; she was a brunette with medium wavy hair and about fifty years old (actually nearing sixty), plus-size body type. Even wearing well-behaved clothing could not conceal her curves' sensuality that emanated from all sides.
She was dressed in a black gown, somewhat fair-length to slightly above the knees, revealing legs that betrayed thick thighs and insinuating ideas.
As soon as I saw her, I realized that my gaze was also noticed and immediately reciprocated with a certain discretion but intense interest. So I started to follow this monument at an appropriate distance from it without losing sight of the good behaviour one expects in a public setting, while trying to insinuate myself so she wouldn't forget about me.
After a while I finally lost sight of her and gave up, since the possibility that this look could become something else was more than remote. And what wasn't my surprise when looking for an available box in which to place my purchases, I met again with this beautiful woman who had just finished making her purchase and completing payment. Again into his eyes with the same discretion, and I must confess that my interest was so pronounced that I behaved quite accurately both in looks and smiles.
Once again, she left pushing her trolley towards the parking lot. I dismissed that possibility and tried to touch my life. But as I always say nothing happens without a reason, once more I met this insinuating woman. And it was in the car park with her trying to put her groceries into the boot of her car.
Immediately realizing her difficulty, and without wasting any time, I ran to help her by offering my loans so that she could finish her task; the woman hesitated for a moment but then accepted my assistance with a beautiful bright smile.
As soon as we were finished, she thanked me and I reciprocated; I must confess to you that I am not the kind of man who takes advantage of situations in order to let out a clichéd joke. And over the years I have learned how to be gallant without being offensive, which is why I told her it had been an enormous pleasure for me to help especially such a beautiful and attractive woman.
I asked her name and she told me to call herself Fernanda, asking long then which was mine.
For a moment, I thought that everything was going to end right then and there without any possibility of another chance. And thinking that the only thing left for me was this crazy attempt at winning over this beautiful woman; I approached the car door and leaned down asking Fernanda if it would be the last time we'd see each other. She looked at me with an almost solemn look in her eyes, and I had the impression that she was about to receive a monumental discharge.
Suddenly, her seriousness gave way to a new bright smile with Fernanda answering that it would only be the last one if I wanted. At this moment my heart almost jumped out of my mouth and I agitated myself looking for an appropriate phrase for that "almost invitation".
I told her that I didn't want this to be our last date, and I also wanted to know when the next one would be.
-If you have nothing else to do today and want to take a coffee with me, my house is at your disposal ..., but I will understand if that's not possible ... <unk> the sentence came accompanied by a look in the direction of my left ring finger...
My brain was unable to process such an insinuating invitation, coming from a woman who had just met me at the supermarket and with no idea of who I was or what my intentions would be.
-It's an invitation you can't refuse! <unk> I responded immediately <unk> just tell me when and where.
Fernanda borrowed my cell phone and typed something into it, then said that she would send me a text message with the necessary information. We smiled at each other as we waved good-bye, feeling that kissing was needed but not essential in this moment.
I flew home and called work, saying that because of problems "beyond my control" I would have to be away for the day. Turned off my cell phone and ran into the booth as I needed a shower to cool down my excitement. I was drying myself when a message arrived on my mobile. Almost tripped over it in order to reach him at the sink, and barely held back until I opened the message. It was from Fernanda (she spared them the details of the message and moved on).
A few minutes later, I was standing in front of my new friend's house. It had a large roof with functional architecture and had just been built. I got out of the car and after turning on the alarm sounded an intercom call from Fernanda (her sweet little-girl tone made me very excited!). She greeted me and pulled open the gate.
I walked up the small staircase to the front door and before I could do anything, Fernanda greeted me. Once again she was stunning in her very short shorts and a fine knit blouse that further accentuated her delightful body (I emphasize here that every woman has a beautiful body and therefore deserves praise from my point of view).
Immediately, she invited me in without showing any fear that a strange man was invading the privacy of her home. She invited me to sit on the large soft cloth couch while walking towards the kitchen and returning from there with a tray full of coffee and some biscuits (and thinking what I really wanted was "to dip my cookie" into those delicious curves!).
We enjoyed coffee and biscuits talking amenities (children, life, everyday ... marriage); Fernanda told me that her husband was a businessman in the pharmaceutical industry and because of his work had to travel a lot; moreover, she confided to me, at this time he was in Curitiba where he would stay for two weeks. In return, I told him that my wife also worked, but I saved it from other unimportant details .
There was a moment when the conversation flowed so naturally that Fernanda took the opportunity to ask what had attracted me to her.
She laughed and told me that my tattoos had piqued her interest because she'd never seen a man of my age with so many on his body. It was my turn to have a good laugh and confide in him that besides those, I had others. Fernanda looked at me amazedly, wanting to know where else I had gotten them.
Without wasting time and making measured movements so that she would not be frightened, I stood up, took off my T-shirt and turned around showing the set of drawings covering my entire torso. Before I could turn again Fernanda got up and approached me, passing her hands over my skin which suddenly became itchy.
I turned to her and almost without thinking, took her in my arms searching for his lips with mine; we kissed very passionately while her hands caressed my back down to the waist. In turn I did the same but a little more boldly by passing my hands underneath her blouse and noticing that she was not wearing a bra. Her skin was warm and soft and I could feel her heart racing against my chest.
My already hard and pulsating scroll pressed on the fabric of my bermuda, making itself felt for my partner. Fernanda disengaged from my arms and with an indescribable eagerness brought her hands up to my waist, pulling down my Bermuda shorts and revealing the tough pike that had jumped against it.
"Is it all because of me?" she asked in a hushed voice, as her hands played with the new toy.
I smiled coyly and nodded in affirmation as my hands stroked her soft, silky hair. Fernanda played a little with the roller then stood up pushing me toward the sofa; I found out about it while she took care to get rid of the bermuda shorts leaving me naked before his sultry eyes.
Then she got up and walked to the window, intending to make it darker; immediately I protested by saying that I also wanted to see her naked. Fernanda resisted, saying that she did not find herself a beautiful woman and that probably I could suffer a disappointment which would end our afternoon.
I jumped off the couch and ran to her, embracing her and saying that this was nonsense because I was sure she would not let me down; arguing what I always say: every woman has a beauty standard of her own and that such beauty can only be appreciated by the eyes of those who see it rather than those who are seen.
Fernanda was surprised by my argument and retorted that she had never heard any man say such a thing; I told her I wasn't "any man" but the one who, at that moment, went crazy to see her naked, delighting in her singular beauty.
She looked at me so seriously that she thought I had really ruined everything and could even throw me out of there forever ... but the next moment Fernanda opened a huge bright smile and invited me back to the couch for an exclusive special striptease session.
Fernanda walked up to the huge shelf that covered all of the side wall and after inserting a CD into the sound equipment (Bang & Olufsen), let the sensual, exciting music take over. My cat was giggling, listening to the music, and letting her body be free to dance for me.
My delightful partner danced, and how she did! Her silhouette was something magical, like an odalisque full of sensuality and knowledgeable in the art of hallucinating men. With a movement more than subtle, Fernanda got rid of her thin blouse, revealing her beautiful bust.
They were enormous breasts, crowned by broad rose-colored haloes whose slightly raised nipples were in the process of accelerated swelling and which swayed to the same rhythm as music flowing through my environment igniting inside me and exploding into shivers and pulsations from my stiff limb.
With another movement more imperceptible than the previous one, Fernanda got rid of her shorts and stood naked for me with a pale milky skin that glowed an opaque luminescence resembling Renaissance sculpture.
At that moment, I gave up my private show and rushed over to her, embracing and stroking her satin skin and feeling the soft, slightly warmed texture. Fernanda returned my caresses but it was not long before she pushed me back onto the couch, kneeling in front of me and swallowing my roll inside her hot bold mouth.
She sucked and licked me until she couldn't take it anymore, and I felt like I had something better to do even though I thought that I could spend the whole day being sucked by this beauty. So I grabbed her in my arms and put her on all fours on the couch. And again a magical thing happened: I positioned myself for penetration and my roll slipped into that flooded muzzle with one hand fitting perfectly onto the glove (and what a glove!); Fernanda groaned loudly and begged me to fuck her non-stop.
I stocked that vagina with initially slow and long movements, letting her feel the full extent of the dick going in and out of her bowels and enjoying every groan, every half-spoken phrase and each sigh my partner exuded as if it were a unique and very appetizing delicacy.
Little by little, I began to intensify the movements making my dick go in and out more quickly and providing multiple orgasms for my partner who was delighted with that unique and almost magical fuck.
Where have you been all this time? <unk> Fernanda's voice was muffled and the words came out with difficulty, interrupted by moans and body spasms that dominated her senses.
I made fun of Fernanda so many times that we both lost count and only stopped when my strength was at its limit. She lay down on the couch, and like a faun, I jumped between her legs, mouthing off her vagina and sucking it with passion; I took her clitoris between my lips, squeezing carefully and making her go crazy from excitement; I inserted my tongue into her vagina, pretending to be a small penis going in and out, again giving her another sequence of continuous orgasms.
There was a moment when Fernanda begged me to stop, for she felt her legs twitching and the whole body trembling involuntarily.
"If I ask, will you do something for me?" asked my partner as she tried to regain control of her body.
"And what does my princess desire?" I asked in a rather naughty tone.
Fernanda's voice took on an almost childish tone asking me to fuck her from behind.
With no time for a convincing answer, I preferred to take action and make her stand on all fours again in order to present him with vigorous anal penetration.
However, Fernanda returned to her original position and after placing a pillow underneath her buttocks, she flexed her body until her anus was in the right place for my role.
-I want you to fuck my ass like this, from the front... looking at me.
I put myself in an attack position, held Fernanda's legs as high as possible and with a single precise movement introduced the swollen glans of my dick; she gasped for air then let out an almost suffocating scream.
- Go, my macho ..., do not stop, no..., fuck that ass which is all yours!
Feeling myself the most accomplished man in the world, I stepped forward fearlessly... shoving inch by inch of my roll into my partner's arsehole who bravely resisted my harassment... subtly twisting her body to accommodate a new invader.
And when at last my balls brushed the lower part of my partner's buttocks, I felt victorious for having completed my attempt; I continued with vigorous and deep back-and-forth movements. Fernanda resisted not showing whether she was feeling pleasure, but trying to seize that opportunity.
After a while, I realized that pleasure had infected my partner and that anal penetration finally gained the contours of something to be enjoyed with great delight.
Fernanda teased others so many times that the lubrication was more than perfect, while I continued to stock up my anus with movements of a male in full ecstasy, performing a unique and special fantasy.
I held on as long as I could, but after a few more minutes, I was forced to surrender and announce full-throatedly that I was about to mock. Fernanda smiled at me and asked how I wanted to make fun of her.
- I want to lick you all with my hot fucking, will ya?
- Of course yes, my love ..., with me and after all this you can everything!
I stepped up my movements to the limit, and when a tremendous amount of pelvic pressure set in, I pulled out the rolling pin and with "hand assistance" completed the job.
The ejaculation came like an enormous wave of pleasure rising up through my bowels, exploding in a sequence of jets of hot and very slimy semen; they were vigorous jets that projected into the air, coming to fall on the belly and stomach of my partner who also delighted with this mass licking her skin.
When I was finished, I looked at Fernanda as she spread the hot sperm over her body with both hands and made it clear how much that meant to her. In turn, my body felt weakening and I let loose on my partner breathing heavily like a teenager who'd just had his first sex in life.
Without worrying about anything else, including our wet and sweaty bodies, we fell asleep lying on top of each other while exchanging caresses and passionate kisses.
I don't know how much time has passed, but I was awakened by the warm hands of my partner caressing my back while her lips kissed my forehead. I looked at her and smiled, receiving another bright smile. Fernanda asked if I would like to take a bath; I replied that only if accompanied. She was surprised with my proposal and when she felt my stick pulsate on her belly gave an amusing laugh.
"Won't you calm down, pretty boy?" she said as she caressed my face.
-Impossible to calm down with you by my side, cat...
We went to the bathroom and took a warm, comforting shower, exchanging more caresses until I got down on one knee and started licking that delicious little squeeze. Fernanda delighted in my tongue playing with her vagina and clitoris till she made fun of me some more times.
She took my stiff stick in her hands and began to masturbate me with an indescribable care; I leaned back against the wall of the box, while my partner enhanced this delicious hand job by making me reach once again on the edge of orgasm. And enjoyed myself as Fernanda persisted in movements until she completely shrivelled my roll.
Then she got down on her knees in front of me and licked his pussy, sipping drop by drop the last weak jets of sperm.
We dried ourselves off and went back to the room. I asked her for permission to smoke a cigarette, which there was no resistance; while smoking quietly I looked at my partner who stared at me with a placid and simple look.
- Answer me one thing, if you want to of course! <unk> Her voice was sweet and soft demonstrating her full state of personal satisfaction.
- Anything you want, princess! <unk> I answered without hesitation.
Did you really enjoy fucking me, or was it just casual fun with a needy old woman?
- And who said you're old! <unk> I protested resolutely, going on. <unk> Look, Fernanda, let me tell you something: age and physical appearance say nothing about lust or desire.
You're a sensational woman, good in bed and very sexy.
"Oh, you're saying that just to please me!" she retorted with a cheerful laugh on her lips.
If your husband prefers to leave you like this, unprotected and dissatisfied, rest assured that I know how to value the woman as a woman and not just an ordinary stereotype.
"Women are special creatures", I went on without hesitation, "without whom we would be a bunch of nomadic fauns desperate for cheap and meaningless sex just because our partner has curves drawn in plastic surgery offices and artificial elements imposed upon her by a gang of self-dissatisfied people".
When I realized it, Fernanda's eyes were watery and that touched me deeply. I took her in my arms and kissed her affectionately. She crouched down on my chest and said she never thought she would meet such a man ... as well as myself!
We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and amusing ourselves with socially indiscreet jokes. And when night fell, I told her that she had to go away. Still wet-eyed Fernanda asked me if we would meet again or whether this was goodbye.
We smiled at each other while I was looking for my clothes.
We parted on the doorstep of her home with my promise to return whenever she wanted and could.
I left with a clear feeling that I had made one woman happy and, at the same time, myself better as well as happier. Fernanda was no longer her own person just like me... we became part of each other regardless of our marital status or social position.
NOTE: I end this story with an invitation. If you feel unhappy and unloved know that there are still men like me who want to give and receive pleasure, without prejudice, without restrictions, without demands and with the utmost dedication. I am a perennial admirer of all women and have the conviction that no age or social barriers can prevent someone from being happy even if only for some moments ..., sweet and unforgettable moments such as those I spent beside this sensual and formidable woman. (This is not an invitation, but ... that matters; feel free to dream and get rid of what bothers you).
Dedicated to lovers, in love or not, who want something more than casual sex without commitment... they want the experience of feeling desired and able to desire again.