I was on my knees leaning over the back of the couch, staring out the window. We were on the twenty-ninth floor, perched above Fifth Avenue overlooking Central Park. The rising sun was casting shadows across Manhattan. Traffic was still light on the street below. An hour from now, it will be jammed with cars, trucks, and buses. I love this city.

Frank came into the room. “Is anything exciting going on out there?”

“No. I’m just amazed at all the green space in the middle of this concrete jungle we’re in.” Yesterday, he and I went for a walk in the park. I’m sure we looked like two kids in love as we held hands, talked, and laughed as we strolled from one end of the park to the other.

We were both still naked. Last night and into the morning, we fucked like rabbits. I never count my orgasms; there are always too many to keep track. The two of us couldn’t get enough of each other. Every time we get together, it’s like the first time.

Whenever I am with Frank, our nights are like that. We’ve known each other for years. At first, he was a client, and over time, we became friends. Right around the time his wife passed away, my own marriage was falling apart. He and I spent many hours counseling one another. When I finally divorced, we became lovers. We’re not exclusive. In fact, we both enjoy a very active sex life apart from one another. I think that’s why our time together is special. There are no expectations, just pure lust for each other. At sixty-five years old, Frank is a sensuous man. He still screws like a twenty-year-old and does it without any pills. I often think what a lucky woman his wife was. My ex was the opposite. He hated sex. After years of being denied an active sex life, I found out he was a closet homosexual, but that’s a story for another time.

He came up behind me and grabbed my hips. His hands were warm as his grip tightened. My eyes closed with the knowledge that I was about to be taken. I arched my back and spread my legs, enticing him to impale me. That was unnecessary; he was going to have his way with me whether I wanted it or not. That is never a problem though. I always want him.

I was ready. He’s never in a rush and takes his time entering me. The way his cock pierces me is an immediate euphoric rush. As he inched forward, the pressure built inside me. I buried my face in the back of the couch as the first in a series of orgasms detonated. His motion was rigorous and exact. He knows how to get to me. He reached around and gave my left nipple a hard pinch. It sent me over the top. My screams were loud. His hand grabbed my hair and pulled me back. I could feel the hot stream of cum filling me. I  thought to myself, ‘How does he do it? This was the third time he came since we woke up.’

The magnificent erection that I’ve come to love receded from my body. I couldn’t move, as I was still having small spasms from the fabulous morning workout.

As if nothing just took place, Frank asked, “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

He is amazing. That’s why I love being with him. Our physical relationship never gets in the way of our everyday life.

As he was heading toward the kitchen, I noticed he was still hard as a rock. “Sure. Thanks.”

Minutes later, he came out with two mugs of steaming hot coffee. I was still staring out the window.

“Here,” was all he said.

I flipped around to take the hot drink from him. His cock was right in front of me. I couldn’t resist and put the coffee mug on the table next to the couch. He stood tall and allowed me to handle him. I cupped his balls and took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it. His eyes shut, his head tilted back, and I could hear his familiar moan of pleasure. I leaned into him and wrapped my lips around the bulbous head. He softly took the back of my head and drew me into his shaft. Similar to his motion just a short while before, I sucked and swallowed him. It only took a minute for him to deliver a thick, salty load into my throat. His arms dropped, and he backed away.

I swallowed every drop. “Amazing!”

With an exhausted breath, he said, “What’s amazing?”

“You. You’re like a machine, the Energizer Bunny, a Timex watch. You just keep on going. I love you Frank.”

The smile on his face was more than a hundred words could describe. We sat together, drank our coffee, and an hour later, we were showered, dressed, and on to start our day.