Senior Citizen's Eden

 By

 Jim Stanley



Chapter 1

John

John Curtis had just turned 72 when his wife Marcie passed away. It had been a close and sensual relationship throughout their fifty years of marriage. For that reason, when his son suggested that he might be better off in a senior home, he felt like his life had come to an end, an end he didn't want to accept just yet. For right up until his wife's death, sex was a vital part of his life. The stress was on the vital. While the actual count of orgasms declined, the quality and length of them increased. John and Marcie slept in the buff. There was an understanding between them that when arousal occurred, each would respond. They learned early in life that, when one of them began sexual play, even if the other felt disinterested, frequently the urge would be upon both in no time. Marcie, too, never wore panties so that free play was invited.
Often, John would wake hard, slip the tip of his dick into her warm cunt and gently, not deeply, massage her dormant clitoris. If she were with her back to him, he would insert it from the rear, his other hands massaging her breasts. Often she would not even wake. John would continue his probing until he shot his load. She, too, would have her moments. While John slept, Marcie would massage his penis and testicles until arousal. When it was hard, she would draw back the covers and admire John's shaft as it throbbed. Then she would run her tongue up and down, tasting the glans and the testicles. She could take one whole testicle into her mouth and suck it tenderly as John slept.  More often, she would suck his cock gently until he came into her mouth. She loved the warmth and taste of the cum as it spurted to the back of her throat. At other times, she would kneel over his hard dick and, sitting, insert it deep into her cunt. She could feel the deep penetration and the excitement of being in control as John slept. She enjoyed the sight of his wet cock sliding in and out of her vagina. It glistened in the bedroom light. She particularly took pleasure in seeing the intermingling of their pubic hair as his hard and wet cock drove deeply into her now agonizingly sensitive cunt. Sometimes John would wake but pretend sleep, enjoying her excitement as he came to explosive orgasms. 
This playfulness continued throughout the day. Often, the kitchen sink was the scene of intense lovemaking. John, while watching television, often massaged his penis into hardness. Marcie, on the other hand, might be in the kitchen washing the breakfast or dinner dishes. Aroused, John would walk up behind her at the sink, raise her dress, and playfully rub her anus and her clitoris with his hard cock. Marcie loved the surprise and spontaneity of this lovemaking. She would rest her elbows on the sink, extend her legs wide, and offer the fullness of her cunt and asshole. John would slowly move his hard, wet cock into her warm and moist vagina. His hands would massage her breasts while Marcie would reach between her legs with one hand and feel the hardened shaft as it moved in and out. Their wetness was something Marcie enjoyed. She could feel and taste the wetness with her hand, continually going back for more. 
These remembrances of their relationship made it difficult for John to settle into his new environment with ease. The administration, however, was sensitive to senior needs and helped in the transition. They staged activities that invited fraternization and mingling. Teas, cocktail parties, and overnight trips were scheduled often. Because of this, John began to make friends and observe that friendship and intimacy existed at Carter Court and that, ultimately, it was up to him to take advantage of its offerings.




