Three things attracted me to Leah. I am short, but she is much shorter. less than five feet tall. Secondly, her chest is out of proportion to her height. She wears a 34E bra, and her small stature accentuates the size of her breasts. Finally, Leah has a bubbling personality which can border on the demanding when she really wants something. That’s okay, because I like assertive women.
After dinner, we stopped off at the bar in her hotel. After two cognacs, the conversation turned to our past relationships. Leah was amazingly open, and I quickly learned that she was much more sexually experienced than I.
She later went to the ladies’ room and returned with a couple of extra blouse buttons unfastened, revealing a generous amount of cleavage supported by a lacy purple bra. After more drinks and sexual discussion, I finally mustered the courage to ask whether it was too early in our relationship to go somewhere more private.
Leah replied in her lovely British accent: “Actually, I was wondering if it was too early in our relationship for you to fuck me.”
Within five minutes, we were in her hotel room, our clothes were off and she was giving me the best blowjob I had ever had. By morning, I had come three times: in her mouth, in her pussy and deep up her arse (her pronunciation, not mine). We never made it to the convention the next day… we were too busy fucking. We finally left the room to go to lunch (and also to allow the maid to change the sheets). Leah said she was really hungry, so she dressed quickly; a very tight white t-shirt over a pair of jeans and tall black boots. No underwear. I don’t know what concerned me more, whether her nipples were going to burst through the thin material of her tight top or whether my erection would burst through my trousers.
I moved to London six months later, and we soon married. Leah and I continued to have fantastic sex. One night, as we returned home from seeing a film, she stopped on the staircase. She pulled her long, silky skirt up above her waist, revealing hold-up stockings but no underwear.
“If I don’t feel your All-American prick in my English cunt within ten seconds, we’re getting a divorce,” she said.
I dropped my trousers and entered her as she knelt on the steps. We soon switched positions, with me sitting on a step and Leah forcing her pussy down on my cock reverse cowgirl-style. She rode me while I reached under her sweater and fondled those marvellous tits until she came. She then proceeded to suck me off on the staircase. After she had drained me, she kissed me deeply, pushing my spunk back into my mouth with her tongue.
“I always wanted to do that but never had the nerve with other guys,” she said. “Your cum tastes so good, so I wanted you to enjoy it, too.”
Another time, we decided at the last minute to go to Spain for a beach holiday. The weather was perfect, so the only room we could find was at a large, family-oriented hotel rather than a smaller inn more suitable for a romantic weekend. As we were leaving our room for our first trip to the beach, I noticed that she had inflated a pool toy that looked like a cross between a tire and an old-fashioned life preserver.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“You’ll find out” was all she said.
The beach was really crowded, mostly parents and with their kids. Once we found a place to lay our towels and get settled, she grabbed the inflated ring. “I’m going for a swim, are you coming with me?” As Leah was wearing a lime green bikini whose top barely hardly covered her nipples and whose bottom showed plenty of her ass, I was not about to say no.
We swam out to the deeper water about fifty feet from the shore, far past the families. We floated in relative privacy, holding on to opposite sides of the inflated ring until she said:
“Take your shorts off, now!”
“Are you crazy?” I replied. “There are hundreds of people back there.”
As I spoke, Leah was already removing her bikini, placing the top and bottoms on top of the floating ring.
“I want to fuck, here and now,” she said.
I was so turned on that I did what I was told. It took no time for me to get hard, even in the somewhat chilly water. Still holding the ring and facing each other, she swung her legs and pelvis toward me under the ring, and then I did the same. After a bit of adjustment, my cock entered her pussy, and I began to lazily pump in and out as we gently floated. People on the beach and in the shallow water could conceivably see what we were doing, but no one paid any notice… at least not until Leah suddenly began to orgasm. “Oh Jesus. Oh fuck. Jesus Christ! This is so fucking horny! Cum inside me now, you bastard. I want to feel your hot cum in my cunt.”
We did get some strange glances as we paddled in towards shore.
But times change, and so do people. Leah and I are now in our mid-fifties. We are still madly in love, but our nearly uncontrollable sexual passion is a thing of the past. Our lives began changing with the births of our sons, Jack and Paul, eighteen months apart. Leah and I supported each other through the deaths of our parents, assorted crises in our careers and the responsibilities that arise with raising children. About five years ago, I suffered a pretty serious back injury, which severely restricted my movements – and our sex life – for about six months.
Sex slowly became an afterthought, if we could remember to think about it in the first place. In other words, we had become a normal middle-aged couple.
We had sex about once a week. Leah now preferred to spend her leisure time in front of the TV, watching murder mysteries. She would respond to my sexual advances if she was in the mood, but she seldom initiated anything. Once in a while, we would get a bit drunk and have really good sex, almost like the old days. The evening would end with Leah having a great, noisy orgasm and then she would be satisfied for what seemed like months.
I grew increasingly frustrated.
Our lives – especially our sex lives – changed one Friday evening in late June. Jack and Paul had left the day before on a week-long school-sponsored cultural trip to Florence and Rome. We would have the house all to ourselves for the first time in years.
About once a month, I treat myself to a massage. Following my back injury, when traditional medicine did little to ease my pain, I began seeing an acupuncture specialist at a Chinese medical practice. Henry Chang ran the practice with his wife Jo, who was trained in therapeutic massage. The combination of acupuncture and massage helped me recover, and Jo, Henry and I became friends. I would see Henry when my back pain flared up, and I regularly visited Jo for her wonderful, stress-busting massages.
That Friday, as Jo began to massage my back, she asked: “Bill, you seem much more tense than normal. Is there something wrong today?”
As we had been friends for years, I told her about my growing sexual frustration.
Jo listened as she massaged my spine. After some thought, she said, “When we are finished, go see Henry.”
A large part of Henry’s business is selling traditional Chinese herbal remedies. While I benefited greatly from the acupuncture (and the massages), I was not a great believer in the power of herbal medication. But, after I got dressed, I wandered into Henry’s small office. Jo had already spoken to him.
“Jo tells me that you and Leah need a little help in the sack, perhaps some Spanish Fly, Chinese-style?” Henry said with his usual good humour.
Henry explained that he could recommend all sorts of concoctions that supposedly increased sexual desire, but he doubted whether they really worked. Acupuncture and some herbs could be used to treat erectile dysfunction, but as he put it, he did not stock the equivalent of ‘Love Potion Number Nine’.
However, Henry explained that one of his colleagues had recently returned from China with a collection of extremely rare herbs and had concocted a formula that, his colleague claimed, significantly increases a woman’s sexual drive. He had given a dozen of the capsules to Henry the previous day.
“I was going to ‘test’ these with Jo on Saturday night,” Henry grinned. “Maybe you should help with the research.” He then turned serious. “I really doubt if they will prove to be an answer to your problems, but I know what’s in them and I don’t think they can hurt.”
“How much do I owe you?” I asked.
“Take them, my friend. They’re on the house. You can tell me all about it when you and Leah return from the orgy.”
He gave me three of the capsules, and I headed home.
The one thing I learned after living with Leah for twenty-odd years is that you cannot con her. Honesty is always that best policy. So, with the capsules still in my jacket pocket, I broached the subject at dinner.
“You know our sex life is not what it used to be,” I said, starting a familiar conversation.
“You’ve reminded me of that about a thousand times,” she replied, “and we’ve agreed that if anyone is at fault, it’s me, especially now that your back is better. But, I’ve changed. I just don’t get excited much. What can I do about it?”
I explained my conversation with Henry that afternoon and told Leah about the herbal capsules he had given me. Leah was pissed off that I had told the Changs about our sexual ‘problems’, but she was a bit intrigued by the capsules. She was interested in alternative forms of medicine, and indeed it was Leah who had convinced me that acupuncture could help my back pain. While I was a bit worried that the capsules could make her sick, Leah was not concerned in the least.
“They’re made of herbs, right?” she asked. “So, I may overdose on ginseng… I’m not worried about it. Give me one. The boys are away, so if I decide to dance naked on the table, it will be okay, won’t it?”
I handed her a capsule, and she washed in down with the rest of the wine in her glass. I had not asked Henry how long the capsules would take to work (if they even would work), so we decided to act normally and have a normal Friday night. We got into bed early and both read novels, enjoying the peace and quiet of a house without teenage music.
After about fifteen minutes, Leah put down her book. “I was really looking forward to finishing this novel tonight, but I don’t feel like it now. My eyes are hurting. I probably shouldn’t have taken that capsule. Do you mind if I just turn out the light? I promise that we’ll have sex tomorrow night.”
While I had heard that line hundreds of times before, I was impressed that Leah had swallowed the capsule. “Sure Darling,” I said. “It’s been a long week. Let’s get some rest.”
And so we did … for about twenty minutes.
I thought Leah had fallen asleep, but then I noticed that her breathing had become heavier. She began fidgeting, almost as if she had an itch. She then kicked off the covers and, a few minutes later, took off her nightgown.
Finally, she turned to me. “Bill,” she said, “I feel like I am burning up. Could you turn on the ceiling fan?” The cooling breeze seemed to calm her, at least for a couple of minutes. However, she soon started thrashing about again.
“Honey, could you feel my forehead?” she asked. “I think I may have a fever. I am feeling really odd.”
As I sat up in bed to put my hand on her head, I couldn’t help but notice her breasts. Of course, Leah’s breasts are not hard to notice. Despite her age and the fact that she nursed two babies, she still has great tits. They had sagged a bit with age, of course, and while Leah often went without a bra when I met her, the only time she would now go braless was when we were faraway on summer vacation. However, her breasts are still a lovely shape and are adorned with large nipples that I loved to suck.