Maggie snuggled even closer. “I’m getting pretty fucking hot just thinking about it, mister.”
Alex reached around, twisting her so her back was to him. She was nearly weightless in the water and he picked her up, moving her so her ass slid into position over his cock. He felt her reach under her buttocks and her fingers on his shaft, positioning him and he lowered her, feeling his wood-hard member slide into her. It actually felt cool inside her after the heat of the water, as her buttocks settled into his lap. He encircled her torso with his arms, forcing himself to go slowly. The last time his cock had been inside her was just over four months ago.
He felt her body relax and settle into his. For the first time today, he had unfettered access to her new breasts and spent several minutes massaging them and tweaking the nipples, as his cock slowly slipped in and out of her pussy. In the heat of the water, the various sensations were intoxicating—he couldn’t remember the last time he had experienced anything that felt so good. They reached for their Champagne at the side of the tub and had a little toast. Then another. It took them nearly an hour to finish the bottle and go back inside where they made love until the wee hours.
Alex had one last look—the emergency vehicles up the street were finally gone.
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At 9:30 the next morning, Alex announced that he had one more birthday surprise for her. The streets below were moderately busy—traffic was moving again. The ‘Fantasy Fest’ week was officially over and things were getting back to normal. He seldom asked her to wear specific clothing, but this morning he suggested a sundress that surprised her. It was the least sexy one in the closet. He also suggested that she wear underwear—yesterday she’d announced she wasn’t wearing any for the remainder of their vacation.
“It’s the place we’re going to,” he told her. “It’s quite conservative and I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or out of place. Personally, I’d be happy if you went in buck-naked.”
She grinned and took his advice.
Fifteen minutes later, they walked through the doors of a very ritzy-looking restaurant. When the head waitress heard his name, she smiled and asked them to follow. Maggie was shocked as they approached a large table near the back—seated there were her parents and Chrissie. This had taken a good deal of planning for Alex, but at this moment, it was worth it all.
Maggie hadn’t seen them for four months, either. They all came to their feet in a spontaneous group hug, the three women crying lustily, and all talking over one another. Alex smiled at her dad, who gave him a covert ‘thumbs up’. He had to smile at Chrissie and her grandmother who were staring in fascination at Maggie’s body—especially her new bosom, now more than filling out the front of her sundress. The ensuing reunion brunch lasted two hours.
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August 2060
40 Years Later
‘The Renaissance’ was considered one of the nicest retirement nursing homes in the entire country, catering to the ultra-wealthy. It was located on an estate bordering a now fully developed Coney Lake. Gone was the forest surrounding the lake, replaced by tasteful wooded subdivisions of stately homes and small community parks. Thirty years had passed since the last group of naked sun-worshippers congregated at the little beach and wharf. Now there were families in boats and lots of young people scooting around on paddleboards.
The wrap-around deck had a view unmatched anywhere else in the city. It was still comfortable out on the private deck after dinner, although up here on the fortieth penthouse floor, the breeze was just a bit cool.
The elderly couple were seated side-by-side on a plush outdoor sofa, each with a knitted shawl around their shoulders. The man’s face was lined with the creases of eighty-two years, but he still with a full head of hair, albeit pure white. The years had treated the woman more kindly. Some of the beauty of her youth was still there, shining through the network of spidery wrinkles radiating from the corners of her eyes, and along the sides of her cheeks. They were both quite trim and looked generally healthy.
Although Alex was now slightly more frail than Maggie, his mind was still perfectly sharp. It filled him with great sadness when ten years ago, Maggie had started making simple mistakes and retelling the same stories over and over, and forgetting the names of friends and family. She still remembered him and loved being with him. He still loved her as much as the day they’d married, fifty-nine years ago.
Today was Maggie’s eightieth birthday. That afternoon they’d had a party for her with twelve guests, including their daughter Chrissie and her husband Joe, and their two kids—Maggie and Alex’s grandchildren. Both of them were married now too, and their spouses were there along with their combined four children, ranging in age from one to seven—Maggie and Alex’s great-grandchildren.
The party was catered by the management of the retirement home—no expense was spared. A small team set up a table for fourteen that filled the entire living room and laid out a meal fit for a King and his entourage. There was an elaborately decorated cake and they all lustily sung ‘happy birthday’ to a beaming, still very pretty Maggie. Then there were many gifts and teasing while Maggie opened them, none of which she needed. Her favorites were crayon drawings and plaster casts of hands and feet from her great-grandchildren. She didn’t really remember them all but that didn’t matter. She could feel the love and returned it with all of her heart.
When the meal was finished, they all went down to a large common area with an outdoor playground for kids, while the catering crew cleared and removed the tables. The family eventually said their goodbyes in the cavernous lobby and Alex and Maggie rode the elevator back to the top floor alone. It was still beautiful outside so they went out onto the deck. Once seated, Maggie produced an envelope and handed it to Alex. He could see the stainless steel ring moving on her now shrunken pinky finger. It was the only piece of jewelry she would not let the nursing staff remove.
“What’s this, babe? I haven’t given you my gift yet.”
Maggie had difficulty forming the words to answer, so Alex simply opened the envelope and removed the single sheet of writing paper from inside. In her now-childish handwriting, there was a simple header and list. She’d underlined the header. Alex swallowed hard and felt tears in his eyes—she was referring to the ‘Triple A’ pact, which they had ceremoniously burned fifteen years ago, after deciding they were too old to do it justice. They didn’t want the kids to find it.
Holy shit, Alex thought, she still remembers this.
He read her note through blurry eyes.
Pact Requests For My 80’th
1.Cuddle with me out on the deck when the family is all gone.
2.Cuddle me in bed tonight until I’m asleep
3.But before we go to sleep, tell me every detail about the day we met on the lake
4.Tell me you love me.
5.Thank you for a perfect life
All my love
Maggie
The End