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Larry lay back on the bed and tried to catch his breath, Mia laying next to him with one leg across his stomach and the other at an angle with her foot on his thigh, an arm up to cover her eyes while she tried to catch her own breath. The light from the 32 inch TV cast reflections from their sweaty skin while Mia ran her toes over his thigh.

"See, you're not so old," Mia finally said after uncovering her eyes and turning her head to look at him.

Larry snorted and gave Mua the 'look' with an ironic grin.

"What's that song?" Larry asked, "I'm as good once and all that shit."

Mua laughed and shook her head, "You better not be a one shot wonder, we've got all night to play again."

Larry lay back on the clean, white bed sheet with a grin and ignored the growing gray stain beneath his waist from where Mia had just been straddling him. In all honestly he knew he'd be able to get hard again, but he also knew that now that he was in his mid fifties cumming once was nice, but not a guarantee, twice... Twice would be a very welcome surprise, but one he wasn't betting against with spending the next twelve hours with Mia.

And honestly, at fifty seven he wasn't in bad shape. His black hair had gone salt and pepper a few years ago, his beard mostly white at the same time. He had added way too many pounds, but at six two, having a few extra pounds a little north of two hundred meant he at least didn't look god awful. He thought of himself as only slightly troll like with long, gangly skinny arms and a protruding beer gut that hadn't reached obnoxious proportions quit yet.

And Mia wasn't a spring chicken herself having now reached that halfway mark in life before the ever shorter road to oblivion. Her hair was a bright pink today, her B cup breasts a little soft and droopy, her stomach marred by wrinkles and the extra folds that were the laurels of motherhood. But she was still slim, and much more importantly at the moment, was still insatiable.

And he thought she was beautiful.

Larry licked his lips while he stared at Mia's naked body laying perpendicular to his, the light from the movie reflecting from her sweaty skin and then reached down to trail his fingers over her smooth mound.

"What?" Mia asked defensively when she noticed his stare.

"Just enjoying the view," Larry replied, his fingers straying lower to slip between her lips until he found her cum slick clit.

"You're such an ass," Mia exhaled, but let her legs spread apart just a bit more for his gentle explorations.

Larry barely glanced up at the loud moaning from the porno that was playing on the TV, the view of two men fucking a woman at the same time, one in her ass and another in her pussy. He let his finger tip slowly circle her slick clit before running his fingers through her equally lubricated labia.

Mia's soft moans of pleasure, the way her body shifted and moved beneath his touch was so much more erotic than a movie could ever be. Larry used two fingers to slip inside her body so that he could coat them in his cum and Mia's thick juices before returning to her clit and labia.

"Oh, god, Larry, that feels soooo good!" Mia moaned so softly that he could barely hear her.

Larry could feel himself stirring, could feel his dick slowly getting hard again and smiled at the sight of Mia laying naked beside him, her back arching up off the white bed sheets while her hands found her nipples to pinch and roll.

"What?" Mia asked several minutes later when she opened her eyes to see Larry still watching her, his eyes still glued to her naked body and his fingers still gently exploring her intimate delves and folds.

"Nothing," Larry said with a smile, his fingers hooking into Mia's body so that his fingertips could press up against the roof of her sheath, to pull up gently while making a slow 'come here' gesture, "It's just...

"I love... this.

"I love getting to just be with you after we've made love, to touch and caress you, just to keep making you feel good, relaxing and enjoying.

"Basking the afterglow."

"Asshole," Mia said softly but with more passion and pleasure in her voice than heat, "I can call this a lot, but relaxing isn't one of them!"

Larry chuckled and pulled his fingers out of Mia's body to start circling her clit again, her butt lifting up off the bedsheet so she could thrust her hips towards him.

"You should get a divorce," Mia said suddenly after another few minutes.

Larry felt his jaw clench and then forced himself to relax, his finger tip starting to move up and down over Mia's clit from where it had frozen in place just a second ago.

"Well, you should and you know it," Mia said again and gasped as Larry's fingertip began to pick up speed, "Ohhhhh, how.... how long has it been since you got laid?"

"What, like thirty minutes?" Larry shot back after a glance at the clock.

"Not with me you ass," Mia said and moaned as Larry's fingers slipped back inside of her body, "Ohhhh, god...

"With your wife..."

Larry pushed his fingertips deep into Mia's warm, slippery sheath until he felt the soft pressure of her cervix and then began to run slow circles around the dome of her womb.

"Ahhhh... yessssss...." Mia whimpered as she forced her body down to increase the pressure of Larry's fingers inside of her.

"Over a year, hasn't it," Mia finally said, her hips jerking up convulsively while Larry's fingers continued to move inside of her.

"Really Mia?" Larry asked, "This is what you want to talk about right now?"

"Yesssss," Mia moaned, "You should get a divorce!"

"It's not about me, Mia," Larry replied and pulled his two fingers part way out of her sheath before clenching his thumb and fingers together to make a point and slowly slipping them all back inside of her.

Mia's moan became a little louder as Larry slowly rotated his wrist, working his entire hand deeper and deeper into her body as her vulva relaxed and stretched.

"Marriage isn't about me," Larry explained while slowly rotating his his wrist, "It's not about the man and wife."

Mia's vulva was now stretched tightly around Larry's hand with just his knuckles at the base of his fingers still outside her body. He slowly and gently kept rotating his wrist with the soft, silky smooth pressure of her sheath squeezing his fingers. After another moment her body accepted even more of his hand into her sheath, his knuckles slipping past her vulva so that his entire hand was inside of her.

"Aaaaahhhhh," Mia moaned, her hips rocking in time with Larry's wrist as he rotated it slowly, "Ok, so what's it supposed to be?"

"Marriage?" Larry asked with a grin while rotating his wrist and pushing his hand in before relaxing the pressure rhythmically, "It's about kids.

"It's about my girls, it's about giving them the absolute best possible start in life no matter what, and if that means living with a roommate and not a wife, someone who can't stand me, doesn't want to be around me... doesn't want to have sex with me...

"It's about my girls Mia, so give it another four years until Rebecca graduates... then ask me to get a divorce.

"I stopped having a wife years ago when she stopped wanting to hug or kiss me, have a conversation of more than half a dozen words to me, and yea, stopped wanting to have sex with me," Larry said softly with a distant, sad look that broke Mia's heart, "I can live with that if I keep from hurting my girls and can make sure that they have the best chance they can to start their lives."

"You are such an stupid asshole," Mia gasped, her eyes still closed but now with her hands wrapped around Larry's wrist to force his hand in and out of her body, "And I can't believe I love you."

Larry winched, those three simple words some he hadn't heard in a very long time, but the feel of Mia's sheath wrapped tightly around his fingers, the feel of her silky smooth flesh squeezing down and gliding against his hand drove the momentary hurt, the want of something more for himself out of his mind.

The night slipped past, Mia's moans becoming more insistent until her body arched up off the bed, the pressure squeezing down on his hand redoubling in rhythmic pulses until she finally collapsed back onto the bedsheets. Larry smiled at the site of the even larger stain on the white sheet beneath her hips while she panted.

He chanced a quick glance at the clock and grinned. Not even two hours had gone by since he had walked through the seedy motel room door. He worked twelve hour shifts which left another ten hours to go before he had to leave.

Ten hours to be with someone who enjoyed making love for the pleasure that they could give each other, who enjoyed making love with him.

Mia pulled gently and Larry took the hint and slowly eased his hand out of her gaping vulva, a rush of warm liquid following his hand the moment the pressure of her body squirted his hand out. Mia's chest heaved in the flickering light while Larry watched, the palm of his wet hand still resting on her smooth, shaved mound.

"I'd love you to sit on my face," Larry said softly after Mia's breathing had become slow and even.

"Oh, my god, really?" Mia said with a glare, "You're not going to let me have any rest tonight, are you!"

"Nope," Larry replied with a smile.

Mia glared at him for several moments and then pulled her leg off his stomach and began to turn around.

"You want to eat my cum filled pussy, how about sixty-nine?" Mia asked and straddled Larry's face.

Larry gazed up at Mia's shaved sex, her large, dark brown wrinkled labia with the silver hoop through one lip, her light pink clit that was visible beneath her hood, the soft, light pink wrinkled flesh inside her sheath that her gaping vulva let him see, every soft, beautiful, luscious inch covered in flecks of white cream or a sheen of clear, thick liquid that was still dripping from her open sex. He could smell Mia's strong pungent scent mixed with the smell of sex and cum as she lowered herself down onto his waiting tongue, her flavor flooding his mouth to replace her heady smell.

"Mmmmm," Larry moaned, his tongue delving deep into Mia's gaping vulva to lick at the milky fluid inside of her while he felt her take his semi erect dick in her mouth.

Larry moaned again a bit harder at the feeling of Mia sucking hard on his soft glans, could feel himself swelling and was pretty sure he was going to be ready for round two soon, even if he didn't manage to cum a second time.

Larry sucked each of Mia's large labia into his mouth, stretching and pulling them before the slipped free. He could care less if he managed to cum a second time or not. Tonight was about pleasure. His and Mia's, giving and sharing, of letting their fetishes feed and build off each other.

To make each other happy, to satisfy their kinks, to explore and fulfil any fantasy either of them could dream up without inhibition, without fear of rejection.

It was about pleasure.

Larry sucked gently on Mia's clit before pressing his lips against her flesh and humming a long, drawn out 'wwwwwww' sound.

Ten hours to enjoy each other, to enjoy each other's bodies, to give as much pleasure as possible for the sheer joy of giving... and maybe steal a little personal pleasure in the bargain.

Larry's tongue slipped repeatedly into Mia's still gaping sheath to lick at the milky fluid dripping from her body before returning to her lips and clit, the chalky earthy flavor one he loved every single time he got to spend any time with Mia at all.

Ten more hours. Larry could feel the pressure building and was surprised that he might actually get to cum a second time after all.

He'd have to climb on top, he wanted to feel himself cumming bareback inside of Mia again, to feel his seed shooting deep into her body and not while she was giving him a blowjob.

Only getting to make love once every two or three years with her, he had to keep his priorities straight.