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It was a grey morning, rain had just settled down and the mood felt a bit lackluster. Simon groaned as he got out of bed, rubbing his tired face as he plucked his glasses from off the nightstand.
He looked to his right, sensing the warm body next to him had already got up for the morning. Sure enough, Betty’s side of the bed was spotless, void of her sleeping state.
He got up, with a pop of his back, as he lazily shuffled into his slippers.
After taking his medication on their dresser, with a nice cold cup of water left kindly behind by Betty, he made his way to the kitchen to start his day.
It was just an ordinary day, one like all the rest. Or, this was the sentiment that Simon had felt, at least. Betty, on the other hand…
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIMON!!” She blew a party kazoo and doused Simon in a rain of confetti and glitter. Immediately she turned to the stove, plating him a stack of his favorite pancakes.
He sat down at the table with a smile, brushing a few confetti pieces off his shoulder. “Oh, yeah.. that’s right, isn’t it?” He asked for confirmation. The date really slipped his mind. After so many birthdays, one more didn’t seem to make a difference.
She set the stack in front of him, powdering it with light sugar before drizzling it with sweet syrup. And finally, popped a toothpick in the top with a little decoration marking a big ‘5-0’.
Betty wrapped her arms around his shoulders for a moment to give a tight hug, before she kissed him sweetly upon the cheek.
“So, any big plans for today?” She smiled at him, ruffling his hair up just a bit, using the excuse to thread her fingers into his handsome mop of hair.
He sighed, already digging his fork into the delectable meal. “Well, no… not particularly.” He shrugged, taking a bite and taking around the mouthful. “Mm.. but I WILL enjoy these Betty Pancakes.”
She sat across from him now, rubbing her socked foot casually against his leg as it sneaked under his pajama pants.
“Aw, are you sure? You only turn 50 once, you know.” She took her own fork and helped out Simon with the towering stack of sticky hot cakes. She was proud enough to admit even she admired her own cooking skills from time to time.
Simon licked a dribble of syrup off from the corner of his lip. “That’s true, but I've had enough birthday celebrations to last me- well, a lifetime, I suppose.” He chewed down another forkful of morning sugar.
“I think I’ve got the gist of it by now.” He chuckled lightly.
Betty reached out her hand to hold onto his free one. She rubbed the back of his soft hand, rubbing a thumb over the slightly wrinkled texture and admiring the pure texture of what was her Simon.
“There isn’t anythiiiing that would brighten up your special day?” She asked further, now reaching out her foot higher along his leg as well. His leg pants bunched up around her ankle as she smoothed her foot up to his knee and back down to caress him.
He smirked, turning his hand over to hold Betty’s. He gave her a light squeeze, and rubbed the back of her hand just as she had been doing to him.
“Well, you’re certainly a fair gift to wake up to every day.” He said sincerely, feeling nothing but pure love and admiration, even in this small moment.
Betty giggled, “That may be true, but.. I really want to make you feel special today. It’s your day!”
Simon just continued to gaze at her, eating his breakfast bite by bite. He really didn’t have anything up his sleeve, or secret notes in his Dream diary that she was unaware of.
“I’m sure a day off with you alone will be enough. Your presence itself makes me feel grateful for waking up to another year in this life.”
So there she had it, the only answer that she would seem to get in terms of his birthday plans. So she would fulfill that request just fine. If he wanted a day with Betty, he would receive the very best one.
After the short discussion, Simon continued on with his meal, but Betty got up to find something elsewhere.
As he finished along with his meal, he listened curiously to see what Betty happened to be doing in the background. Some shuffling around, but nothing that stood out too much.
Eventually, she found him back at the table. Leaning over his shoulder, she placed a small package by his plate. A very small package. A silver square with a blue pill encased by a thin plastic cover.
Simon’s eyebrows raised as she looked cheekily at Betty, who was already pouring him a glass of milk now, to go along with his meal and little treat.
She set it down for him, smiling innocently as she sat back down on his opposite facing side. Her foot found its place right back in its fateful spot along his leg.
He chuckled, popping the pill out of it’s package. “Old faithful blue, huh?” He recognized this medication, of course he had. He was a tad bit embarrassed having to resort to the boner enhancer previously, but being 50 and still very much sexually active, he found it quite useful now.
A gift of viagra was truly a gift for them both.
“Well, only if you’re interested in a bit of fun.” She said, now stretching her foot out to pad along his thigh.
Simon watched her watching him as he forgoed the pancakes momentarily, taking his pleasure aid.
Betty giggled with anticipation, knowing for him, it wouldn’t take too long for the pill to kick in and assist.
She hummed along as her curious foot continued stroking along his thigh. It gravitated more toward the inside now, teasing the close proximity to his crotch.
He’d nearly finished his meal, which was perfect timing really. Simon wasn’t sure how long he could keep still just munching away on his breakfast this way.
But still, he had to finish the last few bites down while squirming slightly in place. Her foot was giving his cock it’s full attention now.
She rubbed it around, pressing into him with just a slight bit of pressure. Until along came her opposite foot, joining in on the fun as she cupped his cock beneath the pajama pants, between the both of her feet.
“Ooohh.. that’s- ahh..” Simon’s shoulders hunched then relaxed as he bit down on his lip, letting the fork clatter to the table.
“Be a big middle aged man and finish your meal.” She said wagging a finger at him as her feet wriggled at his cock.
“Y-yes ma’am.” He conceded, shakily picking the fork back up to continue eating.
She watched him put in mouthful after mouthful as he hummed pleasantly around the utensil. His leg twitched slightly, and his legs parted as his cock began desiring more of this magnificent touch.
With one more piece of his cake to go, he practically swallowed it one piece, while Betty teased him agonizingly so.
He pushed out from the table, standing up and almost immediately falling down on jelly legs.
But he managed, and now briskly held the back of Betty’s own chair as he pulled her out from the table.
“Wooh!” She exclaimed, excited to see where this was going.
Simon slid an arm behind her back, and another under her thighs as he attempted picking her up bridal style.
He succeeded, despite his light build and smaller muscle mass. He bounced her properly into place in his arms with a small “Hup!”
Betty giggled herself silly, burying her face into his chest for a moment as she kicked her legs in the air. “Where are you taking me, good sir?” She asked, already feeling she knew the answer.
Simon huffed out pants of effort as he carried her back toward the way of their bedroom. “I’m.. taking you…” He paused to readjust his grip on her as his knees threatened to buckle. “Uh- to…ecstasy.”
She giggled again at him, as he shuffled his way through the open door, before tossing his princess onto the royal bed.
She looked up at him eagerly, as he began stripping off his shirt and kicking off his pajama pants.
She followed suit, shuffling out of her own pants and unbuttoning her sleep blouse before shucking it off with a single grab in one go.
As she reached for the back of her bra clasp, he pounced onto the bed. “Ah- ah!” He stopped her efforts. “Allow me..”
So, she let her hands drop to the side as he himself wrapped his arms around to her back. Without much effort, he easily unclasped her and let the bra slip off to her lap.
He paused to admire her lovely breasts. Just as Simon had been aging, Betty did the very same. Where she once had perky breasts, they were now subjected to gravity as they sagged a bit below.
And he loved them, he loved his fun bags. Simon grasped at one, and he leaned in to kiss along the other.
Betty leaned back a bit, a hand gripping into the sheets beneath. She sighed pleasantly at the feel of his sensual lips making their way to her nipple.
As he massaged and caressed a soft breast in one hand, his slick tongue began to circle around the nipple of the other. Cool saliva alerted her nipples erect as he danced and swirled his tongue around the pink bud.
He began to suck upon it, teasing it with just a small squeeze of his teeth. Betty squeaked in response to this. And he loved that familiar squeak.
He now rubbed and rolled her opposite nipple in between his fingers.
“Aa-ahhh.. Simon, mm, that’s.. so g-oOD!!” She stuttered out at the end, as he flickered his tongue against her nipple like a snake.
Betty found her other hand buried in his hair now, squeezing and holding on tight as he went to town on her chest.
After enough of this warm up, he could really feel his cock beginning to stir and awaken.
He backed up enough to place his hands onto her milky thighs. And down he dipped his head until he had the edge of her panties into the hold of his teeth.
Betty had to try intentionally now, not to squirm while he worked the panties off of her.
Down, down he peeled the underwear off with his teeth alone. His face touched against her thighs, and it sent a shiver of pleasure throughout her.
Once they reached a certain point, he hooked the hem with his finger as he pulled it off along the rest of her legs. With her leg’s own eager assistance, of course.
The panties were fully discarded now, and Simon set his eyes on the prize before him. A red field of bush, glowing near golden in the light, as her pretty pussy lay just below.
But first, Betty moved to hook her legs around his lower back, before pulling him down on top of her.
“Woah!” He said, unexpecting the sudden fall.
She hooked her own thumbs into the sides of his boxers. “Off.” She demanded. “Now.”
And he happily obliged. In one swift motion, he had yanked off the rest of his own underwear.
Betty gazed at his cock, already at half-mast. She had hoped she’d have the privilege of lifting it up all the way.
With that, Simon splayed both of his hands out on either side of her head as he hovered over her.
His legs pinned outside of each of her own, and he used one of his hands briefly now, to guide his hardening cock inside of her hole.
Betty placed her own hands onto each shoulder for balance and a warm secure grip.
As he slid his perfect fit inside of her, his cock felt like it was being hugged warm and tight. It was pure serenity.
He placed his hand back onto her shoulder now, as the other stayed by the side of her head.
“You’re so wonderful.” He said, gazing into her mesmerizing brown eyes. They reminded him of nature; the glowing brown hills of nature’s breathtaking soil and beautiful oak trees standing out tall and proud. She herself was an enigma, a true beauty of the world with no effort needed whatsoever.
He squeezed her shoulder, as she did his. And together they gyrated their pelvises as he slipped further into her warmth.
He began to pick up on a smooth rhythm. She could feel his cock rubbing against her insides, back and forth with it’s gracious warmth.
Unable to keep his mouth off her any longer, and still pumping inside, he leaned down to suckle upon her neck.
She craned her head to give him more access, as he formed a proper hickey on her neck. A bloom of red flowers decorated the pale exterior of her skin as he continued on to leave more elsewhere.
She hummed in delight, calling out his name and beginning to rake her fingernails down his back.
He grunted against her skin, sighing desperately as he sucked sore spots and licked them over soothingly with his slick tongue. It was a fiery combination of subtle pain and a soft begging for forgiveness as he lapped her with his healing tongue.
This, combined with his steadily growing cock putting more pressure inside of her now, had her moaning aloud.
“OOOhhh~! Aah Ssssimon~” Her nails dug into him as she let out a loud and long “MmmMm!!!” Her moans of delight were like a symphony to his ears. And he would continue to orchestrate for her.
He picked up his pace now, as it seemed his cock had succeeded now in becoming fully erect. With the help of a little blue pill, yes, but also the incredible hotness that was his wife. No one else could possibly bring him to this state so easily. Her beauty and sexuality was effortless.
She could feel her hole loosened as he slid his cock out, down to the head, leaving her cold and lonely- before he thrusted and plunged back in.
“OH!!” She gasped aloud, as he continued with the very same method.
In and out, he smacked his hips against her ass with a plap as his cock dove in greedily to comfort itself in her vagina’s warmth.
Each thrust resulted in Betty giving a cry aloud, and they came louder and quicker in succession.
“OH! OH,OH,oHHH, OHGH SSS-SIMON!!” Betty drooled as she gripped into his body tight, pulling him closer into herself as she desperately craved his body’s rhythmic touch.
“Aah.. B-Betty.. mMMGH~!” Simon shared in his own noisy appreciation of her body’s inviting comfort.
Her hands desperately reached down to grab at his plump ass. She rubbed each cheek around in circles, spreading and gripping them. Giving them any sort of touch she could in the moment.
As she reached her own climax, she found herself wanting to give Simon the very same feelings of overwhelming pleasure. So she slipped a finger between his cheeks and into his own hole.
She wriggled it around in a “come-forth” motion, feeling the inside of his smooth walls past the bundle of hair that tickled her finger at the entrance.
He moaned shakily, panting and blabbering gibberish that may have been Betty’s own name. And with a final thrust and a stroke of those nimble fingers inside his ass, he came inside of her.
She had gave out her own cry as she came along with him, washing his dick over in a warmth of her own juices
Simon sighed heavily, shakily, as he regained his composure and pulled out of his Betty.
She put the back of her hand to her sweaty forehead, catching her own breath as he lay beside her and hugged her like a koala to a tree.
The two could feel one another’s rapid heartbeats pulsing against one another. It was their favorite song. The most wonderful beat and thrumming of their conjoined love.
Betty kissed the top of Simon’s head, rubbing his along his spiny back.
“Happy birthday.” She said, smiling to the man she was proud to call hers.
“Happy birthday.” He replied back in his own daze, causing Betty to giggle at the unusual response.
“I mean- uh.” He realized his silly mistake. “Tha-thank you.” He leaned into her scratching hand upon his head. “I love you.” He snuggled into her, rubbing his face into her as he took in her post ecstasy scent.
“I love you, too.” And she would continue to do so for as long as she could.
Why, she already had similar plans cooking up for next year.