At a bar a man tells of where he and his wife still wished for a family as they approached old age and his wife's beginnings of menopause. The bartender, with different shades of eyes, offers a possible solution.

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     Grieving over an unsettling fact, "It's been that severe," I leaned on the counter. "All these years and we never had our own little ones." As I complained to the bartender on the other side of the counter he heard tell of how the local kids in our town had grown around me and my wife. Some were born just after our marriage and now as Robyn and I headed closer to our twilight years with no offspring to leave anything to when we passed on. Not that I should complain. Most treated us like extended parents as we entertained the same neighborhoods kids to our kindness over the years. But that didn't quell the yearning both Robyn and I held as we watched them carry on about starting to have kids of their own. It just didn't feel the same as a few had taken to visit us once they had moved on over the years. "I don't know if I can take it," as I sipped down another one at the local pub.

     The old man stationed behind the counter peered back at my reflection from the large wall mirror with his thick glasses. He had already announced last call. It wasn't like me to stay so late in a joint like this but whenever Robyn started going over one of our scrapbooks lately there was a hurt in her eyes and I hated to see her hurt so in our not having children of our own not that we hadn't tried. Pictures of just the two of us on past trips could set her off, as with others showing the changes our neighborhood children went through.

     Now with the bar closing I just laid it all out to before him. Bless his soul, he had to put up with a lot of drunkards and listen to me talk on as he took more orders over the hours. Late now parts of the establishment were lit in some areas. Waitresses had started to clean up the joint of what was left scattered on tables when dark while another older gent moved a mop over what some drunk had taken to spewed with wanting to have his own version of a party. He had left it there as he staggered out the door across the floor with not a care.

     "I don't know what to tell you, Kasey. Sometimes it's just how it goes in life. Not everyone gets what they want." He answered while a waitress moved past to dump more glasses into a sink behind him. She gave me a welcomed nod. Cuter still from the days Robyn and I first watched her grow into an adult.

     "I know." Sipping down my beer once he looked me over. I had heard of were others were putting off having kids until their late 30's or 40's only we wished we hadn't waited so long due to qualifying circumstances.

     I didn't see his name tag when took my orders and didn't remember seeing him before since I'd first came to this establishment over the years. I wasn't a frequent customer but had watched it grow from a lone dive into something of a more respected establishment. Thankfully he didn't press matters on my slow sips to make the hours pass. I was barely interested on what game played over several of the flat screens while nibbling over a few of the free offerings. This was my fifth glass, but he didn't harp on it. Now the place was shutting down and Robyn was sure to expect me home soon knowing where I was. I had no qualms in wanting to hide from her and my phone had gone off like it usually did when she was concerned. She knew me well to know I wasn't one who overly expressed my feelings well when it came to wanting kids. We had been trying since our mid-thirties to conceive once we established our careers. Now our chances were dwindling, fading fast with the beginning signs of her entering menopause. Too late in the diagnose, doctors finally determined the root cause of our failings which led back to me and had run into the thousands. Artificial insemination had proved futile while we still enjoyed our outgoing life. Now it was too late and looking forward we both wondered what more could we have done. I've always dreamed of holding a little one in my arms. One that we could call our own as did Robyn. I've always wanted to be as good a parent to my own children as did she and how both of our parents had been.

     Looking around morel lights brightened up the place and the barkeep pressed the switch letting the flat screens go dark. "If I could Kasey...," letting words hang as if in contemplation.

     "I'm just at my wits end. Adoptions out given our age and…." It was then I noticed them behind those spectacles of his. He was a strange man from what I could tell. Not that older than me with curly brown hair once a favorite from back in my day when older actors were dictated on how to 'stay hip' as it were when around a younger crowd. Like the once from the old sitcom show The Brady Bunch. Reed… Reed something as the name slipped away from me. Only it was those eyes that made him stand out when the lights came on. More specifically how different they were. One green, the other blue and he let out a sort of chuckle in a not so deep voice pulling me away from what, sigh, caught my attention.

     "Kasey what if I had something that might solve your problem?" I swear that blue one seemed to go a little grey for just a split second. Either a trick of my own eyes or possibly the interior lights.

     "Not some sort of snake oil your trying to hand out?" He genially seemed hurt as I downed what was left of my beer only to give that light laugh again as if he could tell I'd heard it all before. The same was true for Robyn. We had tried many tricks of the trade as they say only to come up empty. Some had been fun but no results.

     "No. Not snake oil," as he left briefly then returned with what looked like a small box. Smaller than a shoe box but larger than ones still used to ship VCR tapes even in today's age of DVD's and online streaming. Opening it after looking behind me he whispered for only us to hear. "These are sure to solve what you've been longing for."

     I looked at the contents.

     "What are they…" in a now used skeptical voice of suspicion. Maybe it was the beer or maybe it was the sincerity. I don't know which. Could be I was still hankering in my desperation as I leaned in closer since the door was closing fast as with wishful thinking from the alcohol. Robyn wasn't infertile. Not yet anyways.

     "Some might say it's magic…" he whispered and then laughed. "More simply it's my gift to you. You don't seem like the others that frequent here. Hell I thought for sure you were going to just drown yourself this night before our talking. And the way you treated the waitress's. Pretty decent of you if you ask me. Not like some of the others who frequent the place like tonight."

     I thought of the one whom he probably was referring to. I knew better to pester the staff since I would lose the respect of a few. How one drinker I knew of let the hard stuff take hold of his mouth as he tried to get fresh with one of the waitress. His complaint of how unfaithful his once wife was. Only I knew better and watched him grow to be the womanizer. How he galvanized from one girl to another before marrying. His wife finally had enough and left. Anyways… those that knew me I only came to give my wife her needed space. I greeted most of the staff by their first names. I watched them grow and now called me by my first as well.

     "Wouldn't do me any good," as I took to examine the contents closer. Two crystal heart shaped vials. I nearly misconceived them as mini spritzer bottles of perfume. "I have no qualm with my wife. I love her very much," having wanted to only provide her the best when we retired. Except we were never told of why she couldn't conceive later in life as it wasn't her. It was when doctors narrowed down the problem to me did we learn that our best chance to conceive had been when I was younger. I had let my job take control of
me like many others did from our generation as we socked away for our retirement.

     "Didn't say you did." as if reading my mind. "Not many come here with their cells turned on. Most are off or left out of sight. Her reminding you to call a cab and sorry about earlier. Not to chance driving home. Management said you're a regular of sorts. To treat you… with respect and care."

     Reseating the cover over the nondescript box, the inside was form fitted to ensure the contents weren't jostled or harmed. "Think of them as a second chance in romance. Romance in a bottle. Follow the directions and I guarantee it will do the rest. All you gotta do is serve it with some type of dinner drink. Your choice. Wine, cocktail or whatever's your heart's desire. Then, enjoy the evening. I can guarantee before the month is over 'you' will be welcoming a little bundle of excitement."

     "Oh really!" I asked in my still skeptical voice. Maybe he saw how I was a bit excited in my wanting as his words seemed to ring true. Or was it the wishful thinking enhanced from the alcohol and his smooth talk in dealing with difficult people. Had to be with the likes of that Craig boy as with other riffraff and soon to be drunks, neither of which I was.

     "Of course there's still a matter of the bill…." I knew it.

     "Of course," I growled, slumping back into my chair. "How much is it going to cost me? A hundred, a thousand?" I nearly barked. All his talk proved to be nothing but a sales pitch.

     "What?" Startled in my sudden agitation as with my facial displeasure. Him and his smooth way of promise. He provided no proof other than his word and hand over my wallet. How many times had me and Robyn fallen for such a deal earlier. He was just another con artist of wanting my money with the same scheme of blind trust and take to swallow down some old snake oiled remedy.

     He backed away slightly at my being upset. Then understanding came. "Oh not for the box, that's my gift to you." Slightly hurt at my hostility. "But you still have to settle the tab." He set the figure owed between me and the box. "It's closing time and I need to clear the register." Squirming I felt ashamed as I did have to reach for my wallet. I would still have to give my card to him.

     "What's the catch? I asked. Nobody just handed something like this away for free—if it worked.

     "No catch," all smiles again. "Like I said the boss and several others told me about you. To treat you with respect." He glided the box towards me over the counter.

     Sheepishly I took the proffered gift cradling the box close. It was if I was handling a ticking bomb with my not wanting to disturb what was inside. I'd check online later to verify I wasn't being swindled. Then he handed me both card and receipt as if anticipating my skepticism. "I understand your disbelief, why trust a stranger," as I looked over the charges. "So many taken so easily nowadays. Just be prepared for some major changes," giving me a friendly wink. "Once it starts there ain't no turning back."

     "Thanks." After giving him a decent tip then headed out of the pub. To late I heard the click of the door behind me in wanting to give a much needed apology. The last light flickered through the doors frosted window as the place went dark. The last I think I heard him say before leaving was to be prepared for a night of major cravings. Even with my doubts I hurried with my bundle home. What did we have to lose? Us closer to our fifties and Robyn's start of menopause, nothing could stop the clock once it started ticking. But what did we have to loose. It cost me nothing it seems. I wondered how prepared we could be given how late a start the two of us would be? Want and desire didn't mean much in parenthood for it was nothing to sneeze at. Would we be able to handle the cravings of a young person as we were likely to be mistaken as grandparents as he or she grew. "Be sure," he warned, "because once it starts it’s going to come on fast." He said. How right he was.

     Unlike many kids today in this fast paced age taking hold over the world I like to romance my wife slowly in not wanting to be rushed in what I considered to be taken on slowly. And still I found myself needing to hurry in preparation to properly wine and dine the love of my life come Saturday. As I went about ensuring that the setting was perfect I hinted little to my love when asked of what I was planning. Robyn was a peach in taking my ramblings in stride. Sure she was game already knowing I was up to something when I first showed her the box and explained what I was told. She had the same outlook as I still did over the claim of the barkeep. And like me she didn't expect much of it. Maybe we were overly realistic now to believe is such mumbo jumbo but what was the harm if it meant we had some fun in an adventurous weekend. She was still frisky enough even with the onset of hot flashes. They were still few and was up for it. I hope I can stay up am through it all as well for this might be our only chance as we enjoy a last hurrah in our wanting to add one more to our family. A little optimism on our part didn't hurt.

     By this month's monthly schedule this Saturday was the first of several others and with me personally making preparations for her she was mildly surprised when I told Robyn I wanted her out of our home. "Go pamper yourself Peaches." Of course I wasn't an early riser but I forced myself to be this day. What I had planned for the night would prove to be a more undertaking task as I had to rise early in needing to pick up a few special items. I wanted this day to be not mine but hers for what was hopefully to come later. A candle lit dinner was to await my love as with a bouquet of roses to adorn the table, as with a somewhat revealing and purposely naughty item placed in the bedroom. With the necessary ingredients in hand I prepare a homemade dinner.

     "Alexa start my playlist." I ordered the device sitting on a table. We might be old but we weren't that lost in missing some of the trends and latest gadgets as I worked in the kitchen. I wasn't a terrible cook by no means but today I felt like pushing the envelope as I made ready for what I considered an important interlude. I went through the instructions once again once located underneath the inside package.

     Neither of us considered it much as we both held the vials within our hands. Maybe it was a mistake on my part as I reread the instructions while preparing the contents of our drinks. 'Still what harm would it be,' Robyn had asked in wonder. She wouldn't be fertile much longer as she had read them as well.

     After texting my love I instructed Alexa to dim the lights and to start her playlist and waited. Two glasses of dinner drinks needed to be prepared served as we ate. Small talk would follow as we discussed if we really wanted this. Maybe I was expecting too much as I poured one of the contents into a waiting glass. Expecting a magical bang or some sort or other theatrical production once poured, mixed into my drink there had been none of that. Just a slight change of color and fizzing once stirred, then—nothing. Had to be a dud as I sniffed nothing but the aroma of alcohol. Nothing out of place to signify their working once dissolved except a slight tinge swirling inside her glass. Shrugging I went to make mine with the same results with its amber ting floating within. Well if anything Peaches got a well-deserved meal from me.

     Just as I was finishing preparing her plate Robyn announced her arrival home. "My you have been busy," in mild surprise. It was something she was used to but to see how much more effort I had done seemed to surprise even her. It was rare when I had managed to exceed beyond what she expected. "Are you sure about this?" She asked after I pulled out her chair."

     "Never more Peaches," I said, setting a glass down by her plate. "You know how much I love you."

     "Flattery will take you far…, as she examined her drink. She seemed to be examining hers saying, "This night." She had a way of turning me on even this late in our age. Slightly crimson herself she dangled the drink in the dim light. Even if it didn't work Robyn looked wanting. "If you're up to it."

     I hope so I thought even with my saying "I'm sure I will be," giving a crooked if somewhat lecherous evil smile. She twilled her finger in her mixture then sucked on that same finger in a very provocative motion sending me deeper into a tizzy even as I took a small sip of my own.

     Making mild talk I could see Robyn was enjoying this night. We discussed how life would be different if she were able to conceive with the two of us nearing retirement. Far more reaching implications were sure to follow if successful.

     "If only we hadn't waited so long in our marriage," I sulked sipping more of my drink. How would I be able to play catch or keep up with a child so full of demand and energy while I might need extra oxygen to keep up. She had the same worries. Her eyes were slightly closed with very little of our drinks left as with the food. I raised what little of mine remained for a final toast.

     "Kasey?" Robyn began. "Who will be watching over our child?" It was a question neither of us had considered since we both worked, until now. "That is if this works as promised." Her job was demanding in that she would travel for weeks giving seminars and would be the more taxing since she would be the one carrying our child.

     "Let's wait on that," I answered after clinking then swallowing what was left of mine. I must have given a slurred response for a few drops trickled down the side of my mouth. Moving towards me Robyn pressed my face close to hers.

     "Let me get that," as she slowly drew close to suck off what had slid along the contours of my lips and chin. Moving back to press lips her kiss removed what little was left of my drink. Our meals were quickly forgotten, left unfinished as we went longer to suckle on each other's tongues in quick succession.

     In what would forever mark a changing relationship in our lives I looked deep into her eyes as a new craving took hold over us with her to unbuttoning my shirt. Not to be outdone I pulled along the zipper line of her dress letting it fall free as we moved from the dining room with our need to see who could remove the others clothes the fastest. First we headed towards the couch, our zeal fixated on removing the others clothes: shoes, heels, bra, everything fell to the wayside as we tugged away on every stitch of clothing. And with each turn Robyn looked more mesmerizing, alluring as if the years were starting to melt away as we continued to paw over one another. Partially dressed still we managed to French kiss in making out on the couch for a catch of air. Gone were the creases that had formed on the sides of her eyes as with those extra pounds a woman gathered through age.

     I don't know when or cared but she let out a lighthearted screams as I gave chase of wanting to take this further in our bedroom. Streaking down the hall into our bedroom myself butt naked, I wanted nothing more than to take hold of a shaking bottom. What a fine butt Robyn now had as I reached out to grab hold of that delicious derriere, my quest of wanting to squeeze and fondle them in my hands more than anything this night. That is to say as with both it and another pair of enticing attributes which somehow seemed to tighten in stature a little higher up. Those seemingly lovely attributes many men fell in love with, a woman carried on about them both good and ill over the years. Now once more hers held up lavishly with every proceeding footstep we did towards that room.

     With outreached arms I grabbed hold of a tittering woman laughing as we both tumbled onto our bed not caring what our neighbors heard. This night we were fraught in desire. Neither dreamed of nothing more than to remain connected in a lust filled embrace. Parts of the night would pass in a blur as roaming hands intertwined over one another's body while we each carried on as if pulled back to our once youth.

     "Are you sure tiger?" Robyn asked heavily in breath. She seemed mixed in thought while I drew her in closer. It was as if our lives hearkened back to those days when we both couldn't wait to come home from a day's work longing for a leisurely paced filled weekends of sexual stress relief. Tonguing her deeply, my response must have answered her underlying question as I fantasied of carrying a baby. No other thoughts perpetrated me as I sought out my lovers sweet spots. Lavished over her with tender kisses. I slowly worked my way between her breasts and stomach. Time surely rolled back to our earlier days with our unequivocal lust for one and burning desire. Robyn beckoned me to hurry inside her all excited. I mandated control of my erection which stood at full attention with my positioning over a wanting opening of engorged flesh having licked my way over them. I wasn't going to waste experience over youth as I closed my eyes having relished their warm parting before my tongues lashing licks. Two sides of savory flesh now ready to engulf my manhood as raging desires commanded me.

     "I love you…," I whispered in heated passion.

     "I know…," with her drawing deep between my lips in answer before my proceeding to entrance myself inside her, "…tiger."

     My member throbbed in heated surroundings of moist mons. All that I had would soon be released as I quickened my pace in what I knew would be a sea of ecstasy, my seed ready to flow up and out in waves from my waiting sack as I expected to crash willingly against a wall of never-ending love. Tonight, like no other night, would be ours to which neither of us would ever forget. Our coupling was just one means to consummate our love for one another. This was our night unlike so many others. With renewed invigoration my motions increased in tempered gusto —intensity. Robyn must have felt the change in my demeanor as she too began to increase her own ministrations by humping harder against me to drive me deeper in. With renewed confidence I rarely displayed of late, our act of love making filled me as she would soon grow more vocal in her own commitment as with mine.

     "Ooooo… Kasey… don't… just don't… ooooh I’ve waited, wanted this for… oooh… so long. Tonight's the night. I know it is tiger. We'll be parents… Kasey… oh baby." Water teared my eyes as I continued to please her. I felt myself approaching in what we both wanted.

     Then something unexplained happened. I don’t exactly know when but my world seemed to go a little out of canter in my lust filled ambition. My drive was to still stay buried in her as she carried out her own throngs of keeping close to my rhythm as I moved to slightly change our positions. Turning her sideways would allow me to scissor her better as I lifted a leg high. With each and every thrust I had to press closer in wanting to keep a deep penetration of her. Moving onto the bed I positioned her leg against my chest as I leaned, bent to continue my thrusting over her folds. We were in true scissor style as we meshed against one another. Soon I started to rub against her folds for deeper, personal contact. Flesh meet flesh, skin against moist lips as I was mildly reminded of what might happen. Afraid of slipping out with my being so close to rubbing against her ready to climax in what doctors had said my problem was of late, I didn't feel as if I was going soft. Just a brief change of awareness like something wasn't completely right as we continued our rubbing motions of juices.

     Robyn must have missed my near misstep as she seemed too deep herself in wanting to maintain our contact and not notice. She continued to verbalize her joy over our love making while somehow increasing her own tempo of wanting deeper contact by uttering several gruntle sounds. Deep heavy panting gruntles. Together our bodies gyrated hard staying pressed against one another as she snaked a finger down between us, rubbing her way between the two. There had been no falling out on my part when I stopped pressing against her outer lips and probing finger, just mild annoyance for needing to stop as there had been no ejaculation on my part. I had expected some form of release. Gone unnoticed by her that something was amiss she went from rubbing against our meshed groins to dry humping me. I started to grind more of myself against her and her finger. Deep gruntle sounds continued as well. I barely heard them as I felt something was now missing in me and needed to be put back. Like the tip of her fingers thrilling touch but more. A lost item now in search of having lost its way from where it had once been.

     Soon she started to hump harder against me which started me to grind more in search of that tip of which was missing. And as I slithered more between her thighs I found what I craved. It had grown larger and firmer as her finger soon left as she let another tip penetrate its way back between my own thighs as moisture coated them, grew hotter and inviting in wanting. Whatever had made me pause in our love fest vanished, forgotten as she began to thrust in earnest with her own drive to be inside me once more. As I let her take over more I continued to meet her thrusts with my own rotations. Relief washed over me afraid that we nearly miss our chance in conception as she exerted her way deeper inside and my own pushes. I had expected some sort of pain when she first took to enter me as we failed to purchase any lubrication from the store. But here I was so horny I didn't think it necessary as she for me. I gave a light oomph in letting her know all was well when she managed to first push her way in we shifted back in letting her take hold of my hips to force herself inside a place that shouldn't have been possible. She grew harder still as her member probed me with my new craving unfolding. It felt good. So so good as that bump took to replace the emptiness I had briefly missed. Instinctively I craved more of her in what I also considered mine and wanted back.

     I began to gyrate with earnest as I pushed over that rock as we changed positions in my strive to maintain that little devil inside me. I wanted more of this invasive creature back within. And intrusion welcomed by me as it snaked its way inward. To strive and have it touch the deepest base of my being. When I was fully impaled only then did I raise my voice letting a keening sound flow exponentially. Slowly I lowered my ass to hover then traverse its way down over Robyn's love maker before sliding it all the way in having touched its base with my lips. Up, down, was my circular motion as I fitted more of her ever invasive rod inside me. I heard the soft feminine moan of contentment, not that it sounded strange to me. If it had it might have stopped me, us but we were driven by lust filled fulfillment and really didn't care. This new feeling of wanting her to grip hold of me penetrated every fiber of my body and the desired promise told by the bartender. I started to shiver and shake with youthful passion in a provocative up and down ride as I took to bring forth from my wife what we both desperately wanted. Even if we could have I don't think either of would have tried to stop.

     Oh god how good it felt to have her back inside me afraid that she had slipped out. So good in wanting her, not wishing for this to end. I could feel my nipples harden, extend slightly more with her thrusts. Normally they weren't this sensitive and as I reached to take hold of upper flesh I touched one. It seemed a little longer, puffier in the darkness of our room. Another set of fingers reached up to take hold mine with its thumb and index as I removed mine.

     A rough hand snaked around my waist pulling me down, closer while rubbing the other finger and thumb over my nipple. Robyn practically pinched it sending me to cry a screeching whimper. Speeding up my cadence the beginning sounds of my fleshed slapping flesh shook me as my butt bounced against my lovers hips as my nipples felt on fire as they tried to bounce as well. In and out… up and down… loose flesh moved with exhilaration as my apogee continued to grow within. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get no better…

     Robyn proved me wrong!

     I swear I could feel the girth of what lay hidden between my legs swell in size as I joyfully consumed more of her in my, our, quest of fulfillment. No description can describe the feeling of being filled while taking in her constant upwards thrusts. Growing expectations abounded in each of her successive up and down humps. Oh god yes… oh dear lord yes. I never thought of being able to take this feeling any higher but I was sure as hell going to try and manage to do so in keeping her deep inside me, this explorer of meat squirmed and sent a wave of its warm substance to fill my very being. Robyn's deep quickening grunts should have clued me as she let out a cry within the room, mixed with mine as I realized how deep her own tension must have been in wanting what we thought we couldn't have. I waited for more of my lovers juices to escape from her to me.

     She always had the stamina to hold back against my craving thus earning her bedroom name Stallion. But she didn't call me Tiger for nothing either as I craved more of her even with her releasing her spunk inside me. I wasn't really disappointed with her release of hot sticky fluid as her throbbing cock continued to erupt. Small streams of liquid escaped from my snatch onto my thighs and bed. I had no idea how long we had been going but it must have been a while if she finally erupted. Satisfied briefly in her climax I still hadn't reached my own and felt a little frustrated. She might be a stallion to my tiger but after spending a few weeks traveling she couldn't hold for long. I was far from done having missed our coupling due to her work schedule and wanted more. I had yet to have my own form of relief. That rod of hers should have continued to be the one which granted me mine except it had already began to grow soft within. I desperately needed to reinvigorate what Robyn had used to awakened what once lay dormant inside me and sought of another way to bring it back to life again. I had to have more of it and her.

     Frantic I crouched on our bed in our darkened bedroom. Curtains drawn didn't make it easy to see as I let my fingers search. Even if I couldn't fully see my lovers body I knew where to search and touch in my want and knelt down between her legs at the foot of our bed. Her tool was just slightly hard but going soft as my stirrings deepened on what that hot piston rod had given me. Now it began to shrink away. This was my enjoyment, my pleasure rod and I wanted, no demanded it back before it returned from whence it came. Barely a fourth in its size from before, our night was still young, like us, and I didn't care how long it took me I would not be denied my ounce of flesh as I brought hers and mine enjoyment close to my nose and smelled the same musky odor of what now oozed inside and between my thighs. It smelled so good… so overwhelming with sniffing its aroma. I tasted the tip of Robyn's lovemaker without nary a thought, my tongue coating itself as it skimmed over the mushroom base bringing her closer to my mouth. Holding this prize between my fingers it reversed course from where it seemed to want to go back inside her as I continued to administer my version of resurrection. I wanted, deserved more. But not just in my hand. I licked more off the tip, cleaned away the last remnants of her leaking fluid. Joy overtook me as sent new breaths of life into it with my resuscitation and reciprocation. Opening my lips wider after wrapping an arm under a hair leg I enveloped it as it began to pulsate upwards.

     My woman lay on our bed letting out a grunt of satisfaction as she seemed to delight in my manly ministrations. Taking a once again growing girth deeper in my mouth I straddled myself over my lovers face and let a slickened tongue traverse lovingly down and over this rod of meat in a delicious satisfactory way. Settling myself for a bit of work our hunger for one another reminded me of how we spend our days over our honeymoon. Decked out in the sexiest wedding lingerie I had bought I seduced my bride for days. We spent more time in bed than seeing the sites. As then, I lower myself over her firm chest with my endowment of swaying hips in wanting to keep her love maker trapped between my loins. She had what I wanted then as now and wanting to keep it close inside me like some thief's stolen treasure. My brides body stayed ever so close to me as I clung onto her buffed arms when we did venture out not wanting other men to steal her away as if they could. An ever unsatisfied thirst still existed between us as then when we finally managed to break away from our room for some night life.

     Rekindled now for the first time in who knows how long we enjoyed feasting on each other's appetite. With her tickling my lips with me prostrating her, I lowered my throat to engulf all of her member. It never disappeared as I once feared except when it vanished in my wanting mouth. Again could I hear her give a deep low moan from beneath me as I engulfed her. My own noise muffled as she excited other moistened lips with her face touching them even as I suckled deeper around this onetime explorer who had the gall to nearly evade me.

     Sucking in my cheeks leaving little breathing space I inhaled her flesh deep and held her within. Touching the base of her shaft with my nose I felt empowered in how I held every inch of her member as I let this explorer fill a new cavern if only briefly with each intake of breath. It seemed to grow again nearly choking me. Both large and oh so thick! So succulent. How I would miss this thing come morning as slurped sounds came forth. Moaning increased proportionately as I moved along this rod. Mine or hers I cared not.

     If I continued my explorations I knew where this would end and reluctantly detaching myself as I felt a new wetness crease its way between my legs. Rough facial hair stroked between cheeks as a tongue slithered its way between my opened cracks leaving me to moan over her teasing preparations knowing I still wanted a deeper satisfaction. I quickly released myself from my spelunkers tongue and moved forward.

     Robyn knew what I wanted as I crawled on all fours. Her waiting tiger wanted to be ridden pony style. Shaking as much of my long hair loose she bound her hand within none too tight. She and I knew only she could sedate my craving. Damn! It must have grown more as I let forth a satisfying growl come from my stallion as she took to ride her tiger once. Her rising once more to the occasion with new cravings of her own. Flourishing once again I welcomed the hardened fellow inside me by pushing back against its length. Definitely longer if not wider, Robyn's cock opened me wider than expected as she slid herself fully within and consume me in ways I had never dreamed possible. I could feel my stallions hairs tickle against me from where she pressed herself deep onto my most and sensitive mons. I felt the slapping of once missing testes join now filled with her waiting love juice. Together the three slapped in unison in what became a symphony of beats of what had become my oh so favorite love tool before we married. I gyrated a rhythm back increasing their slapping as we executed our movements and was soon joined by a forth with the beginning squeaks of our bed from the force my wife was exerting on me. She loved to try and control her tiger even as she fucked me blind. She was riding me hard being the stud she is.

     The squeak…squeak…squeaking soon joined with our beds quaking. A more profound rhythmic sounding chorus joined in by my own pleasure calls. Once more my nipples bounced freely with symbiotic motion, more profound than earlier as my flesh seem to shift down underneath me. Renewed pressure mounted within. Higher, larger; an all-consuming gratification coursed through my entire being. This time I knew there would be no….

     Oh shit! Crap….

     Oh. My. God…its…I'm…

     "Don't stop—," screaming out. "Don't stop—fucking me," as never before existed muscles clenched over what I once had. They clamped hard over that pleasure rod buried within as Robyn's thrusts pushed me towards that elusive wall, sending me crashing in throws of ecstasy. My eyes must have rolled back in my head as a larger darkness overtook me. I screamed out in pleasure. Pulsating after exquisite pulsating throbs invaded my body as did she, to fill me with a shattered sense of elation. My stallions rod was ever so paramount now and my taking it, needing it. Part of me wanted it to remain buried deep inside as she struck a deeper cord of intensity as more pleasurable quivers took to roil over me like a freight train with such passion.

     Muscles quaked between my legs as firm hands clamped around my flesh ridden hips holding me in place as Robyn growled out a deep baritone cry of "Oh lord K.C., I’m cumming again…, then the Arrhhh….emm," as she released more of her steaming liquid to flow into me like previously, only now I sensed a missing ingredient from our previous session now given. A needed substance to climb inside a once hidden chamber of mine now opened as I leaned back pushing into her member. Bending forward I let my rear reposition itself high letting the love of my life continue to pump more of that wondrous tools fluid inside me leaving us both spasming. Oh how precious that cargo of life of hers is, flowing deep inside my chambers to receive and give us both what we wanted. I was breathing heavenly as was she from our exertions. Both of us now spent I turned towards her in the dark, my hand rested on her hairy chest, traces of sweat intermixed from us as we both breathed in unison and sedation.

     This should have been the end of our night, could have been, had it not been for the stamina of my lover. Her insistent wish of wanting to ensure the vials potential effect for us from when he spooned against me previously. Rolling earlier on my side he lay against my back. Lips worked their way to pleasure me over my neck making me squeal. Fingers played with my fleshy mounds. The intensity of my previous orgasm was notching up again with his ministrations as warm lips trekked their way over my shoulders to find then suckle on my mountain peaks as soft flesh shook within in his wanting mouth. Nothing he did seemed amiss, which should have. Our lips seemed to be inches away from the other and yet our love needed to continue as more cravings resurfaced in the night it seemed. Like two youngsters who couldn't satisfy and itch and stayed intense when together my mind grew aroused once more from our sexcapdes. Together it seemed we want ed to continue a third time in wanting to release years of pent-up frustration. He, like me, enjoyed the released tension and wanted to continue in releasing more. Who was I to argue with my stallion as my own years of frustration melted, exploded away. Never could I remember being this sexual aroused—ever.

     Late in the night over Robin's begging of wanting more of me again I let go of my exhaustion. Hands went over Robin's hard firm chest muscles as I whimpered with his mouth suckling on my nips as they again grew. Within, us the vials must have been still at work as our buildup swelled and my prayer these wonton lips of his wouldn't give me release to soon. He continued to suckle forcibly while nibbling on my pointed flesh then accompanied it with a larger hand to gently caress the fold of soft skin around my other nipple releasing new moans of my own want. Again desires escaped with the pressing of my pelvis upward. The bartender wasn't kidding when he said my cravings would be great as with hers. Insatiable cravings of blissful sex.

     Large hands left my chest to lift and hold my rear high for his pleasure (and mine) while leaving me to whimper as he exposed me to him. Pausing but a moment, an index finger found its way past the short hairs there, teasing then linger briefly in search for a way to enter my body. I squealed as he rubbed high above my opening then my G spot. The feeling wasn't nothing in comparison to what we had done before, yet it was just as pleasurable as enlarged fingers teased me to my pleasuring delight. Soon his mouth began to gently suckle again on one of my nipples while leaving a long thick finger to probe me. A rhythm ensured with his finger dance joined in by another. Pulling out Robin left me wanting with my squirming around for his touch. Lightly he went over other sensitive areas surrounding my thighs. I arched my back indicating I wanted more of him inside me again, but his nimble fingers were the ones in control. God, I want it as much as I had before, now only he seemed to want to take a more leisurely pace even with my reaching out with my own fingers towards him. I soon found his semi-erect cock and wrapped slender fingers firmly around it as I began a stroking motion. Even having it encased my slender fingers pulled, spread apart unable to hold his hardening flesh in my smaller hand. Once again my prey escaped from my fingered cage due to my ministrations. I managed to give it a squeeze forcing him to groan. Roaming fingers splayed my blood filled lips after spreading them open then encircling the insides. I wanted more as a new tension took hold. The feel of his member back inside me having loved the way it grew in my soft hands with the movement of loose rough skin curling up against the inside of my palm with ease. I loved… yes loved, the way he could satisfy me. I turned toward my stallion lover and whispered passionately, "Fill me again… all of it… I want all of you inside of me. Now!"

     Rising, Robin rested my legs high over his shoulders spreading me wide before pressing forward. In anticipation I waited for what I longed for, only instead of pressing into me he moved the tip of my interest over the sides exasperating my craving of desire and his denying me. The more Robin teased me the greater I wanted it. Then when he brushed the outside of my entrance with but a flickering touch of it I thrust myself forward only to have him pull back as primal sensations gathered. The bastard was toying with me now, my feelings.

     "Are you sure baby?" Robin asked as he played over my opening. "Beg me."

     I don't beg. I demand…

     "Bastard give me it!" I mewled.

     Over and over again he did this as more growls came out in my demands. He knew he was frustration me in being denied grew. If he kept it up…, I had enough and howled in near rage ready to claw the very love of my life's dick off and shove it myself in a suffering pussy if he didn't relent. He knew me well enough to obligate me for he stopped in his taunts having touched my wanting hole. He could be such a dick as times before pressing inwards… voraciously. But damnit he was my dick.

     "Okay K.C.," he laughed with clawing at him, his groin firmly stapled against my opening, I thought for sure my legs wouldn't give and bend with his sudden thrust only they gave as did he. I could have licked a kneecap if I wanted. "I think we both had enough tiger." Hearing me growl towards him. He knew better when I had enough and was about to release the tiger within me. Damn straight it was enough even as he inched his way out. I growled more in his near leaving me but not fully. My hand reached down to take hold of him only to move it away when his prick returned to fill me once again. Again and again he returned to me as with my feeling of where I touched, rubbed above from where he entertained my pussy. My own miniature dick as I whimpered and whined for more with the arching of my back taking all of his further in. I'm sure nature couldn't have allowed this studley man to exist but he did and I was glad he was mine and started to mewl in satisfaction.

     I don't know when his lips returned to my chest. They did a lolling motion over a peaked nipple. Shivers penetrated throughout my body with his light nipping making me cry out for more as involuntary tremors bombarded me. He knew all the buttons to push as he once again sent me cowering over the edge just like from our earlier passions of love making. He loved to make me squirm, beg him just like we did a few years back over our honeymoon. How I would tease him in the night relentlessly if left unsatisfied. Ours was a passion of our own making, deepened for the other. With his mischievous strokes Robin had managed to send me higher than any other woman before could have knowing I might pass out from the pleasure he put me in. At last it happened as our lovemaking reached a crescendo and I nearly did pass out. I couldn't contain myself as renewed orgasms coursed through me in gut wrenching delight. Once again my lower muscles clamped down hard on that monstrous device as his as a rough face continued to scratch against my nipples. It was too much as I screamed, high and mighty for all to hear. I swear the room moved with my howls as I reached for the back of the one I loved above me, clawing, scratching at bare skin with my fingernails. Large arms engulfed me, pulling me towards his hairy chest. God how I loved my woman.

     I don't know when we had moved as I once again felt the scratching of his face pressed against mine. Our sucking face hard with my breasts and nipples meshed themselves into a chest of hair as I continued to squeeze a love rod for all its worth underneath me in orgasmic delight. "Oh… god… Robin." I screamed. "My sweet Robin…."

     I breathed in his sweaty scent letting it wash over me as with his sweat. I don't know how my lover replenished himself for he too had ultimately climaxed with my straddling on him with what had to be the last of his reserve inside of me as the two of us held the other tightly. With my legs splayed around him I crossed them, tumbling the two of us sideways. Exhaustion had finally overtaken us as we both passed out deep in sleep.

     The barkeep was right, tonight would be a night to remember.

     I awoke to the sound of water running. Not uncommon as I rubbed crust from my eyes and looked around our disheveled room. Robyn usually showered first but this was a first with our taking that concoction last night. Our bed was an utter mess. I could still smell the remnants of our passion as with seeing the dried stains unsure of what to make of it. It had been wonderful even as I wondered how I managed to outperform what I usually failed at in bringing Robyn to such a climatic high. Several times. My actions seemed all dreamlike but a strange dream none the less for there was no way I could have mustered all I had done as I crawled out of bed pulling the sheets off before going into the bathroom. Robyn's blurred figure shifted against the glass covered in steam and heavy droplets. Tapping I gave a light 'Hey' as Robyn wiped away a portion to fill my view after seeing her lovely ass scrape against the glass.

     "Hey lover boy," she smiled having pushed the door slightly ajar, parts of her hair still covered in suds.

     "Need a hand there?" I asked with me still feeling frisky.

     "Maybe…" in a giddy sort of manner then laughed before letting it close. Slowly in tease. "How long has it been since we acted like that?" she asked on the other side.

     "Years," I answered still in disbelief while relieving myself. "I don't think…" resisting the urge to flush once finished. Our shower didn't have the latest in means of preventing one from being suddenly scalded. "I'm beginning to think it was nothing but some strong dose of a drug like Viagra." I had lost that sort of stamina I had to have done and seen on our bed years before.

     "You think? You know how harmful it is for you be taking a stimulant right? And why would I?"

     "Well I heard that some women have taken it? In their later years but…" I replied silent in what really troubled me. "Still I don't care. It was great as the tension I usually held after failing wasn't there. I’d never been so… invigorated." I answered pleased in how I had managed to pleasure my wife like years before.

     "Really?" Robyn wondered. "Did you? Did you also… dream…" She sounded so unsure. "I mean could you ever imagine if we…" She seemed embarrassed. Did she have the same idea I had? How we could have somehow…

     "Switched roles?" She finished.

     "Yeah." Sheepish with my reply of thinking it. "How energetic we were from back in our youth. Our getting more into it."

     "Like two horny adults? That’s funny…" going quiet then…

     "More like bunnies but I'm not complaining." Giving off a shaky laugh. "I loved every minute of it."

     "Really? Did you… dream we also made love all night?"

     "From what I saw on the sheets," I answered, "we had to have." Not only were they stained heavily we must both been at pretty hard to have torn it form its edges.

     "Yeah. Maybe that bartender did slip you some sort of drug." Although she didn't sound as if she really believed it.

     "Possibly, some hallucinogenic or mind-altering one perhaps."

     "So, not magic?" Her voice still giddy even if doubtful on being so youthful. "We were so in love…"

     "Lust more likely." I teased finally pushing on the handle once she finished.

     "I was going to say passionate," wrapping a towel around herself.

     "Still am." Taking hold of a smaller hand towel to dry off her shoulders as I leaned over her shoulders slightly. Pulling back wet hair I kissed over her slender shoulder which slapped against my face overwhelming me with its freshly instilled fragrance. "Maybe it was magical," I muttered holding her tightly in my arms not caring if I got wet.

     "Whatever it was," Robyn answered playfully in giving me a peck on the cheek. "Last night was wonderful, regardless if it was magic or not," kissing me back more. "Take a shower," suddenly pulling way. "You smell like sex."

     "Passionate sex," I reminded her as I stepped inside. "Still love your body," with eyes basking over her splendor. "You know you’re so gorgeous!

     "And you were so rough," she replied, dropping the terry cloth a little where it had soaked some of the water off her body. "I still have your markings."

     "Sorry." I didn't mean to be scratch her so roughly as she bent slightly to fill her bra with what I consider still magnificent breasts.

     "Next time tiger I'll be the one who marks her territory."

     Grinning I asked more playfully. "Will you? So your saying there might be a next time?"

     "It's up to you. Less if you don't shower," once I entered the stall and let the door close on me leaving me aroused. Whatever I took its effect still lingered. I looked at my fingernails unsure how I could have done what was said. Mine were always shaved close to where my leaving a mark was nearly impossible.

     Last night's session played over me in that wonderful, mind-blowing way of having accomplished more than one could have dreamed of. It had felt so surreal as I showered and found myself thrusting backwards to meet some imaginary friend as I contemplated over how I had maintained such stamina to please her so. I imaged another firmness inside me as hands lathered shower gel over my body. I never had lots of hair. Sparse patched covered over just my pecs with fine chest and stomach hair which thinned away with my growing older with age. With skin naturally smooth even as I spent time in the sun I was blessed to only have bits of grey show below as I rinsed over what was slowly coming in. Past my navel pubic hair thinned sparser as with going white. Long gone were any forms of blackness in my beard and mustache unlike below which showed faster giving me a thinned out Santa if grown out.

     The rest of the day stayed good as Robyn and I took to the outdoors. It felt strange in wanting to go out so early but there was a built-up tension between us as if we couldn't keep still. Hand in hand in we turned what was our usual lounging around the house into a walk about in what had turned out to be an exceptionally warm day. I found myself filled with a nervous tick. It was like nothing could settle what had been released in me even as last night's memory slowly faded away. Not sex but a profound building of energy. Not that I didn't have any before. Just not like I used to as Robyn seemed the same.

     Looking at her in the suns light, wrinkles seemed less noticeable as with her own greying of hair. She seemed more robust as I was and we ventured deeper inside the city park then we normally would have. Nothing seemed to bother us as we took on a longer stroll and talked over what new changes the city council planned and how it would affect our expanding neighborhood. How this park showed the signs of age from even with our cities boundaries expanding. Money spend to develop new housing while the city chose to ignore this as with several smaller ones. We had used to come here often in our youth, and now. It seemed run down from years of slow neglect with minimal repair and large sums of money earned from its use. Visiting a much needed to be drained pond someone complimented my wife on how youthful she look. I felt jealous as the muddied water failed to properly show off our reflection. For some reason I felt a pang of petty jealousy over what I shouldn't have. She was my wife and compliments from others should have been welcomed. Looking back we should have known something was amiss but hindsight is just that, only visible once a matter has passed when looked upon.

     Our thoughts lingered still of our wanting a child with our age. The dream resurfaced once more as we settled into bed. During the day we both somehow kept a sprinted youthful vigor inside us. I started to nibble on one of her breasts. Later our lovemaking session commenced again with my taking to paw my way over her breasts before sliding my fingers down between her legs. Just like last night things seemed to go askew before I resumed in wanting her inside me. My bobbing over her cock as she once again fingered my pussy to slickness for ease of entry. I couldn't wait for when she would shove that monster deep inside me with our having retired early. We both wanted to have another round of lovemaking before retiring for work the next day. Slowly this time we repeated our previous night's rounds. Not so quick as I wanted to savor it unlike our heated passion thanks to the vials potent effect.

     Relinquishing to our desires we finished the night as hoped for with her spewing her way inside me and the increased chances of our being able to raise a little one. I let the cliché thought of Robin wanting to smoke a cigarette pass after bringing me to another night of orgasmic bliss. The thought had formed briefly thanks to our watching one of the older movies. Pillow talk just before we drifted off in sleep with her spooning close to my back side. None of the older shows really carried our interest yet for some reason we couldn't sleep and decided to take in one of those old late night ones from the early eighties. Years before our time with me shifting over her abs once more. Twirling my fingers through strands of her chest hair I took a more pointed view of where movies always seemed to treat girls as helpless victims while Robyn countered with how they were taken as some sort of blockheaded testosterone goon who's only interest was pushing aside ones panties. We both admitted it wasn't really the package a man carried between her legs but on how one carried themselves in treating the other. Not all women were some sort of helpless ditz needing a man as we saw how Hollywood used a time worn cliché with me finally drifting off with my hand nestling easily in her hairy chest. Thick strands of coarse hair covered her pecs and nipples as I played with one. Not as sensitive or profound as the ones seated on my fleshy mounds. Images of the movie floated over me that I had won her over with my pointed view of what a man really considered more importance as I cupped my lovers prick in soft fingers taking the last remnants of our lovemaking in me having licked her clean. I wanted to savor every drop I could squeeze out of her softening pecker before falling asleep.