“Seriously?” Izzy asked with her mouth gaping open, looking between Maria and me.
Maria’s cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as she covered her smile. “No, we love having you kids here. We were not making goo-goo eyes.”
“Shit you not,” Joe blurted out, standing and picking his plate up. “Let’s head out and give the lovebirds some time alone.”
“Really?” Izzy asked again, shaking her head. “Even after thirty years, you two want us to go so you can have…sex?” She made a face when she said sex, her body visibly heaving forward.
Maria laughed, the pink from her cheeks spreading across her face. “I love your dad.”
“Aren’t you two too old to have sex?” she asked as she too stood, pushing away from the table. “No. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know. There are some things your children don’t want to know.”
I smiled at Maria, winking as she looked at me under her eyelashes. “Victory,” I whispered, blowing her a kiss.
“I think we’ve scarred Izzy for life.”
“She’ll get over it, love.”
Their muffled voices, mixed with the clanking of dishes, filled the house. I knew within minutes we’d have peace and quiet and be totally alone.
Joe walked back in the dining room and looked at us both with a smile. “We’re out.”
“Thanks,” I said, smiling at my son. He knew. Men always understood the unspoken truth about sex. Sometimes it was a necessity, the feeling of needing someone gnawing at you from the inside with only one way to make it go away.
He nodded, turning his head back toward the kitchen. “Let’s go!” he yelled, walking to Maria and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Pop,” he said, holding out his hand to me. “Have some fun tonight, old man.”
“You got it, son.” I couldn’t help but laugh. My poor wife probably wanted to crawl under the table, which gave me a thought—I wanted her under the table, taking my cock deep between her beautiful lips.
The kids left in a hurry. I assumed the thought of me having sex with their mother drove them out fast. “They’re finally gone,” I said, pulling her hand to my lips.
“Real smooth, Sal.” She laughed, pulling her hand from my grip as she stood.
“Come here, love.” I held out my hand to her, pushing back from the table a few inches.
Sliding her hand in mine, I pulled her into my lap, wrapping my arm around her and gripping her thigh with my other hand. Running my nose along her jaw, I could still smell the cake on her lips. I sank my teeth into her neck, stroking her skin with my tongue as she whimpered.
I fucking wanted her more than I had in a long time. Maybe having to wait and being unable to finish what we started this afternoon had amplified it. I would’ve never expected the want I felt for her to grow over the years, but it fucking did.
Gripping her thigh roughly, I nibbled on her neck, finding the one spot that had her quivering in my arms. Her body twitched as she gripped my arms, digging her nails into my flesh. I moaned, pushing her legs apart before sliding my hand in between.
My hard-on poked her in the ass, begging to be freed. I moaned as I ran my fingers along the side of her lace panties, feeling her wetness soaking through the thin material. Capturing her lips, I kissed her with passion, intertwining our tongues as I slipped my fingers under the lace.
Her legs fell open, inviting my touch, as she moaned into my mouth. I groaned in response, her ass pushing against my cock as she opened to me further.
“Fuck,” I murmured against her mouth, thrusting my fingers inside her. She shuddered, her lips leaving mine as her head fell back. With her neck exposed, I kissed a trail across her skin, working my finger inside her pussy. Stroking her G-spot, I circled her clit with my thumb, feeling her pussy milking my fingers.
Maria loved to be finger-fucked. It was the quickest way to get her off. Her body had always been responsive to my touch, even more so as we aged. I turned her in my lap and she moved easily, knowing how I wanted her positioned. Her back to my front, her legs spread with her head on my shoulder, I dipped two fingers back inside her, using my palm to stroke her clit.
I bit her shoulder, digging my teeth into the tender muscle at the base of her neck as I continued to assault her pussy, bringing her closer to coming apart in my arms. Palming her breast, I held her in place, toying with her nipples through her dress.
“Oh, Sal,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider in my lap.
“I fucking love your cunt,” I whispered against her neck, pulling up with my fingers as I pushed against her G-sp
ot and rubbed my palm harder against her clit.
Her thighs began to quake, and her head fell back on my shoulder as her eyes fluttered closed. My dick strained against my jeans, pushing against her ass as it throbbed for relief. Just as I felt her pussy contracting around my fingers, I dug my teeth deeper into her neck, moving my palm away from her skin and denying her the orgasm she so desperately sought.
“Not yet,” I growled, withdrawing my fingers from her body as her bottom followed my hand, trying to get my fingers back inside her.
“Fuck,” she muttered, lifting her head from my shoulder and squeezing her legs together.
Bringing my fingers to my lips, I licked them clean, tasting her on my tongue. “God, you taste so fuckin’ good, love.” I moaned, drawing them from my mouth. “I need to taste more.”
“Oh.” Maria turned, crushing her lips against mine, moaning as her tongue entered my mouth.
Grabbing her arms, I lifted her ass to the table. Moving the plates, I cleared a spot for her to lie back. “Lie down,” I demanded, helping her recline on the dining room table.
Spreading her legs, I stared down at my wife. Her face was flushed, covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and absolutely stunning. Pushing up her dress, I reached for her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them to the floor. Reaching behind her knees, I pulled her down the table, letting her feet dangle and bringing her ass to the edge. I smiled at the sight of my wife spread-eagled and waiting.
Sitting back in my seat, I took a moment to look at her lying there with her dress hoisted up, legs open, and her pussy glistening. “Fucking beautiful,” I muttered, resting my hands on each leg as I pushed her legs open wider.
“Sal,” she whimpered, wiggling her ass against the table as she begged to be taken.
I pushed two fingers inside her, filling her as I latched on to her clit, flicking it with my tongue. Feeling her body shake with my touch, I thrust my fingers in deeper and sucked a little harder, bringing her back to the edge. Her legs clamped around my head, holding my face against her pussy, not letting me escape and leave her hanging.
“Don’t stop. Oh my God. Yes!” she yelled, digging her fingers in my hair, pushing my face against her body. “Yes!”
Adding a third finger, I stretched her wide, sucking her clit deeper in my mouth as I caressed it with my tongue.
Her body seized as her head lifted from the table, her breath stuttering before she held it inside. There was nothing like watching a woman come as you ate her, tasting her orgasm against your lips.
Moaning, I chased her up the table as she tried to pull away while she rode the orgasm. Shaking and moaning, she wrapped her legs around my head, giving up on getting away. As her legs relaxed, her head fell back against the table while she sucked in a breath, her chest heaving as she tried to get air.
She rested her hand against her throat, swallowing hard as she grew limp in my arms. Withdrawing my fingers, I stood from the chair and undid my pants. Her eyes looked down her body, zeroing in on my crotch as I pulled out my throbbing cock. “It’s my turn now, love.”
“Oh God,” she moaned, bringing her finger to her lip and biting down on it.
“I plan to make you say that a couple more times before I’m done with you.” I smiled, sliding the tip against her wetness.
As I pushed my dick inside, her pussy was tight, still contracting from coming. I gripped her hips, pulling her body down to meet my thrusts as I grunted, chasing the release I so badly sought. Tonight I wouldn’t last long; the teasing and waiting had had me on edge all day.
I pumped into her, feeling my balls tighten as my cock hardened inside her pussy. “Fuck,” I hissed, gripping her thighs tighter as I held her in place. “Maria,” I moaned, thrusting a couple more times before emptying myself inside her.
She locked her ankles around my ass, holding my body against hers as my body shook from pleasure. Tiny aftershocks overcame me, causing my body to collapse against her.
The top of her breast peeked out through her dress as I peppered it with small kisses, tasting the sweat on her skin. She moaned, digging her heels into my ass as she kept my dick inside her. Looking up, I trailed kisses up her chest, up her neck before capturing her lips. “I love you,” I mumbled against her mouth as our breathing stayed heavy, both still trying to get enough air in our lungs. I opened my eyes with my lips still attached to hers.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, tangling her fingers in my hair. “Thanks for chasing the kids away.”
“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” I laughed, giving her one last kiss before pushing off the table and pulling out. “That’s the best dessert you could ever give me.”
“Much easier than baking a cake too,” she said, a small smile spreading across her face, still flushed from her orgasm.
I laughed as I helped her sit up, wrapping my arms around her body. She rested her head against my chest, returning the hug. “I thank God every day that you didn’t let me get away.”
