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After so many years I lost her They are going to allow me to introduce myself again. My name is José, I am a 50-year-old man, a little over 1.70 meters tall, I am not attractive, bald, light eyes, teeth somewhat yellowed from tobacco, somewhat overweight, shoulders broadened by the hard work of a lifetime, a man somewhat above average, but without exaggerating. As I said at the beginning of my stories, I don't want this to be the story of my life, rather I would like it to be a compendium of anecdotes that explain, for myself and others, the process of how we became who we are. This anecdote narrates a part of my life, like the previous ones: ( http://www.todorelatos.com/relato/78418/, http://www.todorelatos.com/relato/78741/ and http://www.todorelatos.com/relato/78936/), although taking a big leap in time. Forgive my readers if the preamble to this story is a little longer than usual, but I consider it necessary. Until now I have had several partners: Ramiro, who I have already talked about. Daniel, with whom I only shared a few months of my life. Ulva, with whom I lived for 20 years, with some anecdotes that I will explain later. Of course, there is also the sporadic, most of the time inconsequential, but with some stories of some interest. I must not forget my current partner, Malizya, with whom I recently had an experience that I would not want time to distort and that is why I prefer to narrate it now. I've been with her for just over three years. She is a woman a couple of years older than me, who knows how to be sweet and tough, voluptuous and cold, severe and flexible. In short, it is the perfect example of the duality of the human being. Malizya is as tall as me, with graying, curly and unruly hair, with clear-eyed eyes that narrow until they disappear when she smiles. A woman with generous hips and small, reactive breasts. I am not lying when I say that she is the woman of my life, the following anecdote will prove it. Malizya, know my entire past, my sexual preferences, my most intimate secrets, my darkest fantasies. It was she herself who encouraged me to capture all this in my stories, both autobiographical and imaginary. This story begins on the night of July 18 of last year, an easy date to remember, because it was the night of the publication, on this page, of my first autobiographical anecdote. That night we got home after work, I, as always, came wanting to give her a try. She, as had become usual lately, too tired to feel like doing anything, or so I thought at the time. Nothing could be further from the truth. As soon as we got home, we had dinner and “delighted” ourselves by watching the news of the day on TV. The only thing Malizya's tiredness was missing to take away her desire for anything. I remember thinking: "I work hard, a business that only results in losses, lack of sleep and more than depressing news; I feel more than ever wanting to beat her to the ground, to enjoy the only good thing we have for free, but I understand how she feels", how wrong I was! After dinner, as is our custom, we got ready to clean up. Normally while I was showering she would watch some more TV when I finished I would let her know and she would go to the shower while I waited for her in bed. On that occasion something was different, he didn't wait for my warning and, pulling aside the curtain, he said: -I'm very tired, do you mind if I take a shower with you? She had had this attitude on occasions, without it meaning anything erotic, at least for her. Once soaped, he asked me to soap his back, a situation that I took advantage of to rub his buttocks and the dividing slit as a way. I tried to prolong the caress, without making it obvious that I was prolonging it, I didn't want to overwhelm her more than I assumed she already was. When I finished washing, I heard her say: -Do you want me to rub it for you? -What do you want to rub on me? - I responded with a mischievous smile. -The back you fool! Hahaha... I turned around and got ready to enjoy the hygienic caress. -I liked the story you wrote – I heard her say with my eyes closed. -Yes?... I'm glad! -But... can I ask you something, honey? -Yes... of course - I answered, noticing how the sponge gently ran over my back, making circles that went lower and lower, getting closer to my buttocks. -With all the time you lived with Ramiro... you see... it's just... "Tell me," I said, feeling intrigued. -It's just... I don't believe you're a virgin in the ass... are you really? - Coinciding with his question, he began to vigorously rub my buttocks. -I have already told you many times: I have tried it on several occasions, the one who was closest was Ramiro, and he only managed to get the tip in and I had to leave it because the pain was unbearable for me and, in addition, I started bleeding from my anus: a fissure had opened in me that still gives me some discomfort today. I felt her drop the sponge and rub my skin directly with her soft hands. -Do you know what I would like? -That? - I said with a start, because one of his fingers was caressing the cleft between my buttocks and he began, with the tip of the same finger, to caress my closed anus. -I would love to have a cock to try it out myself. -Really? - I asked rhetorically, leaning over, resting my hands on the sides of the bathtub, making my ass stick out as much as the available space allowed. Malizya grabbed me by the left hip and put pressure on her pubis, I noticed a surprising excitement in her. The sensation of his pubis rubbing my buttocks along with that of some of his hair rubbing my perineum unnerved me, although due to age and I suppose a bad life (tobacco and alcohol, let no one think badly) my member did not become erect. A second later she grabbed the shower hose and rinsed me and herself. While rinsing me he rubbed me with his bare hand, paying special attention to my buttocks. "Raise your leg," he said in a thick voice. I obediently lifted my left leg, resting my foot on the edge of the tub. She continued with her rinsing work, but one of her fingers insinuated itself into my virginal hole. When I applied a little pressure, I noticed how the familiar stabbing pain extinguished my growing arousal. “Ouch!!“ came out of my mouth. of pain. “You knew what would happen” I told myself. -Did I hurt you darling? - He asked me at the same time that he removed his finger. -Yes a bit. -Don't worry, I won't do it, but I would like to be the first person to enter you. I noticed the disappointment in his voice. And again my old need returned, the need to please the loved one and, to be honest, the possibility of a morbid intercourse also helped me decide. -I would like you to try it – I said without changing position. -Yeah...? I'll take it easy. I turned off the water tap, I noticed how he crouched down behind me, I felt how he separated my buttocks with his hands and instantly, something wet and warm struggling to enter my back door. He was licking my anus. It had been a long time since I had felt something like that. My anatomy began to react by sending more blood to my member which began to swell, but that didn't last too long. My wife stood up and gave me a nice slap on my right buttock and said: -Come on... dry yourself and wait for me in bed. With some disappointment I left the bathtub after giving him a sweet kiss on the lips, closing the screen behind me. While I dried myself I looked at his mature body through the translucent glass, which caused my half erection to remain. -Are you still there? - Malizya said – Come on, go to bed... don't be annoying. I went to the bedroom, once there I took off my bathrobe and completely naked, as is my custom, I went to bed without covering myself with the thin sheet. Relaxation and fatigue overcame my mind. When my partner came to the bedroom I was in... that sleep-wake state prior to restful sleep. I felt the weight of Malizya lying next to me, the next thing I noticed surprised me pleasantly. I felt the wet warmth of a mouth around my horsefly, which, for some reason, was more erect than it had been in a long time. -How are you today Jose! - he said with an excitement that I didn't remember having heard - I can't even fit it in my mouth! His words unnerved me even more and made me half-open my eyes to meet his lascivious gaze. My capacity for control was at the limit, it was the most morbid image I could wish for: That look, with my tremendously hardened clapper in my mouth, giving me a blowjob as deep as I could and without using my hands like Malizya knows I like. It was really true, he couldn't put more than half of it in his mouth. When you have a good time, time is compressed, the sweet fellatio I was receiving stopped too soon for my liking. -Don't you want to eat me? - said my wife while she gave energetic blows with the tip of her tongue along the entire surface of my hyper-hardened manhood. -You already know that I love to devour you. Malizya lay down next to me giving me one of those kisses she knows how to give, hot, deep, sweet. When he finished, he pushed me to, as they say in some Nordic countries, “go down to the basement.” Without further ado, I began to run my tongue over the hair, as if searching for my final goal. I drew circles all over the pubic surface. When his hand rested on the back of my neck again, I lowered my tongue as much as I could, separating the labia minora solely and exclusively with my tongue. I heard his voice in the distance. -Suck me! Come on! It was the sign I was waiting for. I put my wet oral appendage as deeply as I could into her waterlogged vagina, I took it out just a second later, sliding the tip from the inside along the entire upper part of the entrance, until I met her small, hardened clitoris. I noticed how the liquids came out from inside, depositing on my chin and on the sheet. My sexual excitement was not accompanied by the usual physical response, my clapper was decreasing in size, but the important thing was not me, it was enjoying Malizya's finish. After a while I began to notice how she was pressing her pubis against my mouth, raising her buttocks enough so that I could place my hands under them, beginning to knead them, at the same time that my cunnilingus intensified on her clitoris, which was increasingly hardening. -Com.. eat me... wow... lammm... aaaaaah lamemeeeeeh... - he sighed The tip of my tongue noticed how the small button of flesh softened almost to the point of disappearing, at which point I intensified my licks further and spread them throughout the soaked slit. -It... makes me... now... With those words she raised her buttocks so much that the force applied to my face became even annoying. I took the opportunity to remove my right hand from her buttock and to move my left hand until my middle finger tenderly caressed Malizya's pink back flower. I used two fingers of my freed hand to slowly but firmly insert them into the vagina. My actions had the desired effect. Malizya became completely rigid, raising her hips exaggeratedly, making her body become a living and trembling bridge. On one side of the bridge her shoulders, on the other her feet firmly planted, at the top her convulsed femininity, a top on which I would have stayed to live forever. -Ya.. yaaah... - he said out of all control - yaaaaaah.... take... take... take itaaaah... allaaaaah. I gave a powerful and long hickey to the tiny clitoris. -Oh... stop... stopaaah... what.. nope... can I... it's... stings..... stopaaah I didn't obey his request until a few seconds had passed, during which he squirmed and bawled, begging me to stop. Then I left with a loud swallowing noise, admiring my work: The pubic hair was completely wet, sticky, with a mixture of my saliva and the abundant effluvia of her orgasm. That vision seemed to me, and still seems to me, to be the most intimate and erotic in the world. I decided to kneel to enjoy the complete landscape: Her small breasts with erect nipples, moving following the rhythm of a breathing that slowed down at times, inviting me to suck on them. His eyes, softly closed, difficult to see through the tangle of kinky curly hair. His arms lax, resting one of his hands on his somewhat bulging belly, the other on his pelvis, very close to his soaked and smelly crotch. I brushed away her gray hair, and upon noticing it, Malizya opened her eyes and smiled at me. -You leave me destroyed, darling. And you? Don't you want to come? - he said bending over to caress my manhood. -Yes, of course I want to. But you know me: I would spend the night caressing you, looking at you and... -Well, come on, lie down. I lay down next to her looking at her. I'm in love with that smile. She knelt on the bed, next to me. Making me lie on my back, he raised my buttocks a little and placed one of the pillows under the upper part of my butt. -Now relax... I'm going to clean up. Lying like that I turned my head towards the clock on the nightstand, “Time flies when you're having a good time!” I thought, it had been over an hour since I got out of the shower. I closed my eyes and for some reason that I can't explain, despite not having emptied my testicles, soon after, I fell into a pleasant drowsiness again, while I heard the noises in the bathroom. I didn't get to sleep I once again noticed the sweet heat of my wife's mouth hugging the base of my glans, I opened my eyes and there she was delighting in a tasty fellatio. -Shhhhh... - she whispered, taking my growing cock out of her mouth - close your eyes and enjoy. You've earned it! I listened to him, with my eyes closed I prepared to enjoy, although I was in that state for only a few seconds, I opened my eyes when I noticed something soft and vibrant sliding down the shaft of my penis, running through my entire genital area. I saw how Malizya looked me in the eyes, she was with my cock inside her mouth, she played with her tongue, at the same time she rubbed my entire genital area with the vibrator that we use for our games, a latex dildo 15 centimeters long and similar in thickness to my clapper when it is hard on. I closed my eyes again, the vibration was pleasing me, it helped my dick take on the dimensions that made it worthy of that name. The feeling of something cold and pasty in my anus made me fear the worst, but sometimes fear is just a hindrance. Re-opening my eyes I noticed that while he continued with the oral-genital work and rubbing the entire area with the dildo, his right hand disappeared between my legs. I assumed he was trying to stick one of his fingers up my ass. I felt the familiar pain, but less intense, more bearable. I let myself go. It shouldn't have been long before the sensations mixed: vibration, warmth, soft pain. All of this was one. From time to time I opened my eyes but the penetrating, morbid look and the vicious face that she made, along with my sensations made me not see anything else, really excited me. I spent quite a while enjoying all of this, the excitement was rising, but my orgasm refused to even insinuate itself. -You like this, huh, pig?.. I didn't answer his question, but the sensations disappeared. I focused my eyes blinking, my wife was kneeling next to me, with that lascivious smile, with her hair unkempt, with one hand she was masturbating me slowly and in the other she had the vibrator... shiny from the lubricant??!! I couldn't believe it, I thought: "How much of it has he managed to get into me? Probably just the tip," his words interrupted my thoughts. -Look, you're a faggot... I've put the whole toy inside you and your cock has only loosened a little... you like having things put in your ass, huh?... - I couldn't believe it – I fucked... Now!!... Come on!! When I started to get up she was already getting on her knees and hands. She knows that I love penetrating her pussy in that position. I didn't waste time. I stood behind her, pointed my half-erection at the center of the flooded grotto, thrusting it into her with a single thrust. The position allowed me to have control, I grabbed her by her generous buttocks, separating them until her throbbing anus was visible. I felt unnerved. With my right hand I spanked his buttock, while starting a deep and fast serve-and-go. -Oh! - she shouted - You like my little ass, huh, faggot?... That's why you get so hard in this position... Ugh...! Bastard!... I can't fit... Do you like it? -I love it - I answered I began to caress her anus, saying, almost crying with happiness: Of course I like it... and me...?... will you ever leave me here? - referring to her virginal rectum. -Yes, honey... but now run... aaaaah... you're breaking me... what a dick... you bastard -Cum first... again... do it for me... He didn't answer, he simply began to move wildly and, bringing his left hand back, he grabbed my hip, digging his nails into my skin. -Aaaaaaah.... what.......... strongeeeeeeeh... - he said in a sigh. Meanwhile, I continued pumping, hard, crazy, now in search of my own pleasure. Malizya closed her hand, giving me a soft blow on my hip, injured by her own nails, while saying: -Asshole... you've made... you've made me cum again... wow... bufff... cum yaaaaaaah... mmmm... You bastard...! -Really...?... Would you really... meee... let you deflower yourself... your big ass?... ooooh -Of course, honey... - his voice saying those simple words was the climax that my contained orgasm was waiting for. -Aaaaaaaaah... take it..... take it all... - I said letting all my seed escape inside the longing vagina – yaaaaa.... yaaaaaaaaa...... takeaaaaaaah... The pleasure was sublime, powerful. But, as I came out of my beloved, I realized that my orgasm only meant the end of pleasure. We went to clean ourselves in turns, falling asleep in a warm embrace. Before I looked at the alarm clock again, it had been three hours, three hours of pleasure. I thought: “At my age and I can still make love for three hours.” I fell asleep thinking about the male lovers in my life. None of them managed to penetrate me where Malizya had managed to. A lot of sweet questions were crowding my mind: Why had no one achieved it? Why had no one fucked me? Maybe they didn't use enough gentleness? Were the lubricants they used not good? The dawn gifted me with a certainty: “I love this woman more than I have ever loved anyone.”