[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

For the first time in a very long time, I could feel my balls ache as I emptied my remaining semen onto Wanda. When my ejaculation subsided, she gave my deflating, hardworking cock a peck, as if to acknowledge that he had done a decent job for a man close to his fifties.

I shuddered as she washed me down for the tip of my penis was still sore after the last ejaculation. Seeing this, she seemed to take more care not to spray water directly at it. I was touched by her thoughtfulness; who wouldn’t?

By the time we checked out of the hotel, it was pretty late. Even though we were famished, we decided against going for a ‘proper meal’. Wanda was very understanding; she assured me that she would have rather spent more time with me than to just go out eating. So, I got Wanda to pack some Roti Prata while I waited in the car. Next, we headed to the nearest supermarket to stock up on some groceries – all these, just to cover our tracks. Afterall, it was made known that I brought Wanda out to ‘run some errands’.

While in the supermarket, we behaved like newly-weds out grocery shopping. Wanda would pick different items and show them to me to get my approval before placing the item into the shopping trolley. My wife, on the other hand, never did this. She used to be a career nurse and everything to her was either too unhealthy or had too much preservatives. Whichever the case, she was the expert and she needed no counsel from me. When I was with my wife, my job was to just foot the bill and drive her home. What a refreshing change, for once.

During the drive home, I became bolder and placed my hand on Wanda’s lap, stroking it as I cruised down the highway. At ‘safer’ intervals, Wanda would lay her head on my shoulder while I drive. Sometimes, she would steal a few pecks on my cheek. Not wanting to start something that I could not finish, I restricted my free hand to spots which would not unleash the ‘horniess’ in her. But all good things must come to an end and the drive home ended too soon and before we both knew it, we arrived at our multi-storey car park.

When we got home, my son was watching television. My wife, on the other hand, had retired for the night. I was relieved as I didn’t know how to explain our many hours of absence to her. The three of us shared the Roti Prata (with fish curry; it has to be fish curry!) and turned in for the night. While I lay alone in my bed, I began to recall the events that took place in the day. How I wish I didn’t have to report back to work the next day!