I had met him on the first morning we were on holiday whilst we were both out walking our dogs. We seemed to be heading in the same direction, so we chatted while we walked. We swapped life stories and I found out that he was a life long bachelor although he admitted to having a few liaisons, occasionally with married women. He didn't admit at this point that the married women's husbands had been fully aware of him! Anyway, I saw him most mornings and by the second or third morning we were chatting away like old buddies and exchanging quite intimate details.
On Wednesdays, the local pub regularly held a steak special lunch and he said that these were at a very good value and should not be missed, so why didn't I bring the wife along to meet him? I said I would suggest it to her, little knowing the consequences.
We met at the pub and his recommendations were indeed spot on, and we all had a very enjoyable meal with the conversation flowing as if we had known each other for years. My wife, normally relatively quiet in new company, was very open, almost flirty with him and I could see that she was impressed with him. After the meal, we said our goodbyes with my wife giving him a rather friendly big kiss on the lips and we went our separate ways.
That night in bed, Margaret - my wife - seemed particularly clingy and affectionate so I thought that I would try my luck as our sex life had been virtually non-existent for ages. After kissing and cuddling for a bit, I slid my exploring hand downwards to find that she had left off her knickers - an almost unknown occurrence - and on further exploring I discovered that she was wringing wet. Bearing in mind that her lack of lubrication had been a limiting factor in our physical relationship lately, I began to explore her wetness and asked her what had brought this on.
"Get down there and drink up all my juices and I will tell you," she replied.
Previously, she had only been willing to accept my oral advances so I couldn't believe my ears, but still managed to move the fastest I had in some time to drop down between her legs and lick out her glorious nectar, of which there was copious amounts. She just laid there, enjoying the sensations which were running through her body as I lovingly worshipped her pussy and drank of her juices.
After about ten minutes of heavenly worship, she tensed her body and surged into the largest and most powerful orgasm I had ever seen her experience. As I eased my licking into gentle caresses, she gradually calmed down and relaxed. I looked up over her body, which despite showing some signs of her eighty-plus years was just as beautiful in my eyes. She just seemed to glow. With the biggest smile I have seen in a long time, she said to me, "That was wonderful but I don't know what you would think of me if you knew what I was thinking about whilst you were having you evening drink."
"Try me," I replied, "it must have been something good and sexy judging by the effect that it had."
"Get and take one of your little blue pills," she said, "and get back to work between my legs whilst it takes effect."
"Does this mean I can make love to you," I enquired.
"Yes" she replied, "and if you are good I'll tell you why I'm making you so much juice for you to drink."
I encouraged her to keep having those thoughts if they helped her make my favourite juice drink and if she felt able to share those thoughts with me. After nearly forty years, I thought that we no longer had any secrets but I was to be proved very wrong!
My viagra pill had begun to do its job long before M had had enough of my tongue so my dick was the hardest it had been for some time.