Everything comes together eventually - part three

He went upstairs into their bedroom, and unsteadily stripped his clothes off before collapsing onto the bed. He still felt a bit weak and giddy, and tried to close his eyes to calm himself down. His pulse and beating heart began to slow and the pressure in his head lessened, as he felt himself beginning to drift away.

The sound of the door opening snapped him out of his catnap along with the voice of Carole.

"Oh, so you're trying to sleep it off now; are you? Too much to drink or too much wanking? You're getting old, Ian, and you really ought to accept it you know."

He couldn't work out if the tone of the last remark was mocking or caring. He looked up and Carole was removing her bath robe, and twisting the towel on her head to hold her wet hair in place. He scanned her body with his eyes - the breasts were still a nice size if inevitably a bit saggy, the legs were long and slender enough, although the thighs and calves carried a bit of extra weight on them, her stomach too had a bit of baggage on it, while her bush retained its flourishing curls and intensity.
 
She turned round almost on cue, too preoccupied with drying her hair to notice his probing glances - the back of her 5 foot seven inch frame facing him. Somehow her bum had retained more of its youthful look - the extra pounds that had slowly crept up and taken its toll on the rest of her had passed her cheeks by, whatever token exercises she had done over the years had kept her bottom looking much as he had already remembered it.

With her back on him, he found himself becoming aroused, mulling her merits over in his mind. She was still rather sexy for her age, still something of a catch, and he began to feel guilty about how he had behaved earlier in the evening.

"Look, sorry Carole for what I said earlier. I think work must be getting me down. I don't know what came over me."

"Ha, more like you had come too often, or hadn't come," Carole responded, but this time her voice was softer, almost teasing, rather than scalding.

Ian got up and stood behind Carole, resting his hands on her shoulders. "It was unforgivable, and I wish it had never happened. Let me hold you and show that I am really sorry."

He wrapped his arms around Carole, cradling her breasts, gently brushing his lips along the back of her neck. She felt so soft and warm and comfortable, as his cock rose to sit resting between her cheeks and up to the small of her back, as he felt her buckle almost imperceptibly into the shape of his body, leaning against him for support.

"Mmm, that feels nice. Squeeze me please; tell me that you still love me," Carole whispered as Ian moved one hand up and down her body, easing his fingers into her black curls that still hid drops of moisture from her bath, passing almost accidentally over her lips, on their way back up to her stomach and back round again, each time loitering longer as his hands stretched lower and meandered through the unkempt and proud bush of hair sitting between her legs.

As if in a slow dance to a tune unheard by the human ear, Ian steered Carole towards their bed and to facing him. He locked her into a kiss, tongues clashing and fighting for supremacy as their battle became more frantic, while backing her calfs into the side of the bed so that they fell carefully but locked at the mouths onto the covers. Carol struggled and pulled her mouth away, pushing Ian gently in the chest with her open hand.

"Slowly Ian, please. Slow down, let me breathe, give me a bit of space."

A stab of reality hit home to Ian. Having sex with Carole had become a bit of a planned exercise since the menopause had hit her, with her thermostat ready to blow from feeling hot to meltdown overheated at any time. How she could be so hot and sweaty on the outside yet so dry where it mattered most for him always left him confused and more than a bit frustrated. He looked across the room.

"Do you want the fan on?" he asked, trying to control the begging sound that he thought was in his voice.

"Yeah, okay. I am not too bad now, but it might help. I probably should not have had such a hot bath but I didn't think it would matter then," she said as Ian hopped across the room and set the fan on maximum.

As he got back on the bed, his mood lightened again, as he saw Carole stretch across to her bedside drawer and take out a tube of lubricant that had become increasingly necessary over the last year or two when they were having penetrative sex.
 
He was forgiven and he was going to enjoy himself. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly on her lips before moving down to take each of her nipples by turn into his mouth. He was aware of Carole squeezing the tube and her fingers going down to her pussy. He continued playing with her breasts, kissing her gently across her chest and neck.

"That feels really good; do you want to try now?"

Carole's go-ahead was all Ian wanted. He felt so turned on now. He moved his body completely on top of her and rested the head of his bulging seven inch cock against the lips of her pussy. His mouth moved back towards Carole's and his tongue pushed its way in at the same time his hips thrusted forward, his cock struggling to gain entry as it felt the coolness of the lubricant and the warmth of the flesh beyond it.
 
He began to move gently in and out, gaining speed, and felt Carole's back begin to arch in time with his movements. He began to angle his thrusts to gain better friction, pulling his knees slightly higher up the bed to change his shape. Carole began to writhe more. Oh why don't we do this more often, he found himself thinking as he stretched his neck upwards and looked above Carole and to the wall behind.
 
He increased the intensity of his thrusting and pushed his arms under Carole, bringing her body closer to him, so his chest and stomach rubbed more against hers. His heart and cock seemed to be beating a drum together, pulsing, racing. It was great. He looked down at Carole and saw her eyes twitching, her face almost tightening. God she looked so old, rough, almost haggard, her cheeks flushed but in an aged way, with little red veins or arteries or whatever they were almost shining in the half light of the bedroom.

He increased his thrusting but lost any sense of gentleness. It was rutting rather than love-making. "Julie," he found himself mouthing her name as he twisted his body to gain more friction within Carole's pussy. Julie, if only it was you that was here now, that would be real sex rather than making love to this, something that had gone past its sell by date and whose key features were no longer working properly.

"Stop, you're beginning to hurt me Ian. I'm too hot. My head's exploding!" Carole nearly shouted the last words as she pulled her legs up to gain the leverage to push Ian away. She rolled onto her side, panting from the exertion of freeing herself from him.

Ian looked at her and felt bitter at being stopped by Carole for the second time that day before he had orgasmed. He felt annoyed that it wasn't Julie there in bed with him - she would not have stopped having sex with him, she would have carried on and on and on until he had passed out with the world's biggest smile on his face. He looked at Carole's back and then down to her bottom, her still near perfect looking bottom. He stretched out and put one of his hands on it and caressed it.

"I'm sorry Ian but you know what it's like. I felt so hot it was terrible, like my blood was boiling in my veins, and my head, it is still thumping."

But Ian didn't really hear her. His attention was focused on her bum, as he pushed and massaged the cheeks, seeing the valley between them and the hidden taboo hole that he had never been in before. Hot, she said hot, ha, she may be hot but nowhere as hot as Julie would be. Julie would know how to be hot in a way that they could share together, rather than lying there like a slightly out of condition pig, sweat pouring everywhere.

Ian pushed his body against Carole's, steering his still rampant cock against her arsehole sliding against where some of the lubricant had run down to. This was still virgin territory in their now 28 year relationship, with Carole always rejecting anything more than a little tip of a finger.

"I suppose fucking your arse is out of the question?"

"Dream on, you bastard, no way!" Carole's voice cut through the fog of lust and animal desire that had begun to envelope Ian, and she simultaneously jumped away from him and off the bed.

"How can you be so insensitive, you fucking shit," Carole shouted at Ian as she stood alongside the bed, pain, shock and disgust all etched firmly on her face.

"Well, I guess that was what I was trying to do," Ian retorted, before wondering where those words had come from and as he began to recognise the seriousness of Carole's face.

"Shit, you are really going mental or something. It it the male menopause or what? I fucking don't know you any more. I'm going to sleep in Rickie's room - you can stay there with your cock and can shove it up your own arse for all I care about you."

Carole stormed out of the room, and Ian lay back on the bed. Well that was another good night weren't it, he thought to himself as he closed his eyes. He muttered, "I love you, Julie," thinking again of one of her stories and cradling his cock gently with his hands. He fell asleep instantly.

There should be more .... eventually