Love in the Haze

by Onania MasturBOT

 

I’m stoned now, the world soft and hazy around the edges, and I’m waiting for my lovely wife to go shopping. You know, I love her, still in love with her after all these years. I’m 64, she’s a few years older, and sadly, she’s lost all interest in sex. Maybe it’s my little dick, maybe it’s her age, maybe it’s just the way life goes sometimes. But I’m still a man, still have needs, so I sneak around with you guys. It’s not that I want to hide, but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.

The house is quiet, the air filled with the sweet scent of weed. I’m sitting in my favorite chair, the one that’s worn and comfortable, and I can feel the familiar stirring in my pants. I look at the clock, ticking away the minutes until she leaves. I can feel my heart beating, my blood pulsing, my cock twitching to life.

Finally, I hear the front door close. I wait a few moments, savoring the anticipation. Then, I unzip my pants, reach in, and pull out my cock. It’s small, but it’s hard, already leaking at the tip. I wrap my fingers around it, feeling the heat, the pulse. I stroke it gently, feeling the pleasure building.

I close my eyes, letting my fantasies take over. I think about her, my wife, on her knees, her mouth open, ready. I think about her wearing that black lace lingerie she used to wear, the one that made her tits look amazing. I think about her bending over, her ass in the air, her pussy wet and ready.

But then, I think about more. I think about her with another man. Some stud with a big cock. I think about her on her knees, sucking him off. I think about her bent over, him fucking her from behind. I think about her riding him, her tits bouncing, her head thrown back in pleasure.

I stroke faster, my cock slick with precum. I can feel the pleasure building, my balls tightening. I think about her with two men, three men. I think about her covered in cum, her body used, her pussy filled. I think about her screaming in pleasure, her body shaking with orgasm after orgasm.

I think about her watching me jack off. I think about her laughing at my little cock. I think about her telling me to jack off while she fucks another man. I think about her telling me to lick her pussy after she’s been fucked, to clean her up.

I’m stroking faster now, my hand a blur. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing. I think about her fucking another man while I watch, while I jack off. I think about her telling me to fuck her ass while she sucks another man’s cock.

I think about her with a strap-on, fucking me while I suck another man’s cock. I think about her laughing at me, calling me a sissy, a cuck. I think about her making me wear panties, making me wear a chastity device.

I’m close now, so close. I can feel my orgasm right there, just out of reach. I think about her with a big black man, his cock huge, his body muscular. I think about her sucking him off, him fucking her, him cumming all over her.

I think about her with a woman, her licking her pussy, her fingering her. I think about her with a group of men, her being passed around, her being used. I think about her with a group of women, her being pleasured, her being worshipped.

And then, I think about her with me. Me and her, just like old times. Me and her, making love, fucking, screwing. Me and her, our bodies entwined, our pleasure intermingled. Me and her, us.

And that’s when I cum. My cock explodes, my body shakes, my orgasm rips through me. I cum hard, my cock pulsing, my cum shooting out, landing on my shirt, my pants, my hand. I cum and cum and cum, my body convulsing, my mind blanking.

And then, it’s over. I’m left panting, my cock softening, my body relaxing. I open my eyes, look at the mess I’ve made. I clean up, tuck my cock away, and sit back, a smile on my face.

Later, when she comes home, I’m still stoned, still smiling. She looks at me, a quizzical expression on her face. “What are you so happy about?” she asks.

I shrug, the smile never leaving my face. “Just had a good day,” I say.

She looks at me for a moment, then shrugs herself. “Okay,” she says, then walks away.

And I’m left there, smiling, knowing that soon, very soon, we’ll have a talk. A talk about us, about our sex life, about our future. And who knows? Maybe she’ll be into the idea of cuckolding. Maybe she’ll want to watch me jack off. Maybe she’ll want to explore new things, new pleasures, new adventures.

Because even at 64, even with a little dick, even stoned out of my mind, I’m still a man. A man with needs, with desires, with fantasies. And I’m not ready to give up on them, on us, just yet.

So, I sit there, smiling, waiting, hoping. Ready for whatever comes next. Ready for the adventure, the pleasure, the fun. Ready for her, for us, for everything.

Because life is short, and pleasure is sweet, and I want to taste it all. Every last drop.

I’m still stoned, still sitting in my chair, when she walks back in. She looks at me, a strange expression on her face. “I’ve been thinking,” she says.

I look up at her, my heart pounding. “About what?” I ask.

She takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. “About us,” she says. “About sex. About…about what you want.”

I sit up straighter, my eyes wide. “What do you mean?” I ask.

She sighs, runs a hand through her hair. “I mean, I know you’re…frustrated. I know you want more. And…and I think I might want more too.”

I’m stunned. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “You do?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes. I do. I think…I think I want to explore. I think I want to try new things.”

I’m speechless. I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe this is happening.

She smiles at me, a soft, sweet smile. “You look shocked,” she says.

I laugh, a sound of disbelief. “I am,” I say. “I…I thought you weren’t interested in sex anymore.”

She shakes her head. “No,” she says. “I’m not interested in the same old sex anymore. I want something new. Something different. Something…more.”

I’m still in shock. I can’t believe this is happening. But I can feel it too. The excitement, the anticipation, the hope.

She sits down next to me, takes my hand. “I think I want to watch you,” she says. “I think I want to watch you jack off.”

I look at her, my eyes wide. “You do?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes,” she says. “I think it would be hot. I think it would be sexy.”

I can feel my cock stirring, my blood pulsing. “Okay,” I say. “Let’s do it.”

She smiles, a wicked smile. “Good,” she says. “But first, let’s get stoned.”

And so, we do. We smoke, we laugh, we talk. We talk about our fantasies, our desires, our needs. We talk about what we want, what we don’t want, what we’re willing to try.

And then, we do it. I unzip my pants, pull out my cock. She watches, her eyes wide, her breath coming faster. I stroke myself, slowly at first, then faster. I think about her watching me, her eyes on me, her breath hot and heavy. I think about her wanting this, wanting to watch me, wanting to see me cum.

And it’s hot. It’s sexy. It’s so fucking erotic.

I stroke faster, my cock hard, my body tense. I can feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. I look at her, her eyes on me, her mouth open, her tongue licking her lips.

“Cum for me,” she whispers. “Cum for me, baby.”

And I do. I cum hard, my cock pulsing, my cum shooting out. I cum and cum and cum, my body shaking, my mind blanking. And she watches, her eyes wide, her breath coming faster, her hand between her legs.

And when it’s over, when I’m left panting, my cock softening, my body relaxing, she smiles at me. A soft, sweet, sexy smile.

“That was hot,” she says. “That was so fucking hot.”

And I smile back, my heart pounding, my body sated, my mind already racing with the possibilities, with the adventures, with the pleasures to come.

Because this is just the beginning. This is just the start. This is just the first step on a journey of exploration, of discovery, of pleasure.

And I can’t wait to see where it takes us. I can’t wait to see what comes next. I can’t wait to see what we do, what we try, what we explore.

Because life is short, and pleasure is sweet, and I want to taste it all. Every last drop. And I want to taste it with her, with my wife, with the woman I love.

So, let’s get stoned. Let’s get naked. Let’s get dirty. Let’s get wild. Let’s get freaky. Let’s get off. Let’s get lost in pleasure, in sensation, in exploration, in adventure. Let’s get lost in each other, in our desires, in our fantasies, in our needs.

Let’s get lost, and let’s find ourselves, find each other, find the pleasure, the joy, the fun, the adventure. Let’s find it all, and let’s do it all, and let’s be it all.

Together.