What to Do

by Barneyr

Caution: This Mystery Sci-fi Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Science Fiction, Slow, sci-fi sex story,sci-fi adult story.

Desc: Mystery Sci-fi Story: An elderly couple has problems with solicitors at their door, but they find help and a bonus in a surprising place.

We have been having a lot of trouble lately from solicitors coming to the house trying to sell us something or convert us to their religion, and I was sick of it.

Let me back up a minute and explain our situation. My wife and I are retired now and both of us are kind of stove up, me with arthritis and back pain, and my wife with lupus and spinal stenosis, so neither of us gets along real well on the best of days. We have been retired for about two years now. We both worked until our health forced us to retire. I'm Barnard Ruggles and my wife is Katheryn. I'm 72, Katie is 73, and we have been married for almost fifty-two years. Not bad for knowing each other for thirty three days before marriage, huh? Everyone said it wouldn't last, but it has. Sure we have had our rough patches, what marriage doesn't? But we talk to each other and love each other, and that's what matters. We started out with me having been in the military for only about a year and a half when we met. We ended up serving twenty-three years together. It may sound weird to talk about us both serving our country, but in reality, military spouses serve too, just in a different way.

The military spouse has to put up with the constant moving, the low pay (well, it was back then anyway). They are usually away from family, friends, and in some place most people would consider beneath them for quarters. But then too, the military is a very close knit society, you either make friends easily, or you are very lonely. You adapt in most cases; you cope with the hardships because you know deep down in your heart that by defending your country, your spouse is doing something noble and right. Trying to raise children in this environment is tough, especially when the spouse goes TDY (Temporary Duty) or even on unaccompanied tours of eighteen months to two years. The one left at home sometimes has to move off base or go home, and then they are truly alone. All alone. Their old friends have gone on with their lives and they don't have time for you now. Your friends from the military, if you stayed around the base you were at, now see you as a temptation to their spouse, so you are ostracized to an extent in some ways. That is not true in most cases, and your friends rally around and help you get through the worst of the times of separation.

I guess you can tell I am pro military. For so many years, our military men and women have been treated like second class citizens, and yet all the goody-goody people who scream for rights for this, and rights for that, forget that every right they have in this country is due to the military. Without them we could just as well be speaking Japanese, German, or maybe even Russian. Think back even further, without our military, we could still be a British constitutional monarchy like Canada or Australia. So take a moment and reflect on what you have in your daily lives and the freedoms you enjoy. If you like what you have, the next time you see a vet or a soldier, walk up to them and say, "Thank you for serving our country." Nine times out of ten, you will get a sheepish grin and a "You're welcome" from a very embarrassed person. We don't do it for glory, or money; we do it, because it is the right thing to do. Never forget that. Enough of my tirade on that subject, I know; I am getting crotchety in my old age; On to more pleasant things.

We have a nice three bedroom single story home in the back of a very nice subdivision. The subdivision is about twenty-five years old and we bought a house at the very back of the first area that opened up. We are surrounded by many old oak trees, and it is quiet and peaceful back here.

Since we have been retired, we have been inundated with sales people. There is the local paper, the next larger town paper, and general sales people trying to sell us the latest and greatest in something they feel we desperately need. Then there are the religious nuts, well not nuts, but you know the type. Some young men ride around on bicycles with knapsacks on their backs; others just are older grandmother type ladies from the local churches. There are even some of the neighbors and some real young chicks coming to ring our doorbell. I have tried signs; 'No Soliciting' and I even made one up that says, 'No Soliciting – That means No Selling and This Means YOU!!'

Do you think that that stops them? Hell no; we still get the AT&T guy trying to get us to switch our phone back to them, then he comes back a week later trying to sell us AT&T Uverse. The Dish guy or girl comes by, and so on. What is frustrating is when I am unable to come to the door and my wife comes and unlocks the door in her wheelchair, and they try to walk in through the storm door and sell her something. She usually is so fed up by then she just tells them to go away and shuts the door on them. The dead bolt is kinda hard to unlock from her sitting position. We are about at wit's end concerning this.

Because we are into old cars, we have one of our own, a nice 63 Oldsmobile 98 sedan, that we go on tours with and have a lot of fun. Sure, it's a pain packing up a scooter or wheelchair sometimes, but with the trunk size of the Olds, I can pack most things we need in there. I also have a hitch on it so I can bring either my wife's power chair or her big scooter with us on a shelf with a ramp. About once a month, we go out on a tour with the car club and visit some nice places. Probably three times a year, we go on a three to four day tour to someplace over a hundred miles away and stay at motels. There is usually some time set aside for the women to go antique shopping. This is a very favorite past time of many of the women. The men usually sit around discussing all the old cars we have owned, even when they were not considered old.

I let my wife go with the ladies most of the time, but I sometimes take her in the Olds if the antique stores are fairly far away from the hotel we are staying at, or from the place we are congregating. We have found many nice things to add to our house and yard. I have an old small handmade wooden windmill that was in real rough shape that I took home, rebuilt, and now graces the flower bed in the front yard. I found an ancient wind chime of a sunburst in amber glass that had glass rods as the chimes. It hangs on the front porch so we can hear the chimes when the wind blows. I take it in when we get a storm, because we had one rod that was broken when the wind blew a little too hard during one storm. That one was even a metal one. We later found out we had a wind shear from a tornado that came close to our area.

We also found a mahogany side table that fits perfectly beside my wife's electric recliner. Boy, she hates it when the power goes off and she is reclined. Our grandson, Stephen, finally gave her a solution, move the foot stool under the foot rest, then squirm her way down to end up sitting on the foot rest and then I can help her get up from there. We can attest that it works, as we had a sudden storm two weeks later, and the power went out for over six hours. Katie had to use the rest room after about an hour, so we tried his suggestion and, lo and behold, it worked perfectly. My wife is no longer as terrified of being trapped in storms.

For the better part of a year, we have been searching the antique stores looking for something, actually anything that we felt would scare solicitors away from our door. We thought of hanging a cross upside down, but thought that was too subtle. I thought a pit bull tied up to the front porch post would be a little too aggressive, and somewhere in between these extremes would be about right.

We found a statue of a young black boy with a lantern in his hand, but it would not be politically correct to have a statue like that on our porch in a mixed race neighborhood like ours. We kept looking around. I did find a very nice polished cherry wood cabinet that appeared to have once been an old radio cabinet that someone had put shelves into. It was perfect for our VHS/DVD collection. As our grandchildren grew up and we were a little more financially able, we bought most of the Disney movies VHS tapes. I guess we had probably fifty to sixty of them, plus some two hundred other movies we liked and wanted to see again, once we reached old age and had the time to watch them.

You know, it's funny and I'm not sure where the time has flown, but we somehow never seem to have the time to watch all those movies we wanted to see. I may have to see if I can sell some at our next swap meet. We must have over four hundred tapes and DVDs stored in five cabinets around the house. I have belonged to the Science Fiction book club for years, well since we settled down here in central Texas, and I must have over a thousand books, as well as die cast metal cars of all sizes. Those I have so many of that I can't display them all. They may go to the swap meet too. Hey, if I sell some of them, I will have room to buy more. Not like that will work, as my wife would just say 'no more.' Oh well, it was a good idea at the time.

Of course, this doesn't get the solicitors off our front porch, does it? So we have been looking for something to scare the solicitors away, but yet, not turn our friends off so they won't come calling anymore. What a dilemma, one of those damned if you do and damned if you don't type of things.

So we are always on the lookout for something unusual, yet shocking enough at the same time, to grace our porch or front door. I even tried to keep our Halloween witch poster taped to the door for a month after Halloween and I still got people bothering us. I'd almost rather have an invasion of in-laws overstaying their welcome, than have more solicitors coming to the door.

I think we have tried everything we could think of and people still came knocking or ringing our doorbell. I even tried the old Dennis the Menace trick of taping a thumbtack over the door bell. That worked once, but not again. Have you tried to find thumbtacks lately? Push pins, upholstery tacks, and brads are easy to find, but I ended up going to an old stationary store in one of the small towns around here before I found a whole package of them. Apparently, the new breed of salesperson is emerging. They must have a network or a website somewhere and they have targeted our house as a challenge. Suddenly everyone knocked on our storm door, or some of the really bold ones even opened that door and knocked on our steel front door. The thumbtack deal went away when our son and his family came by to see us. Our grandson likes to keep pressing the doorbell to let us know it's them. Well, he punched the button and then yelled out a few obscenities. Needless to say, the thumbtack was no longer an option. Our grandson was not exactly happy with the result. I had to use my pocket knife to pry the thumbtack out of his thumb. That was another solution shot down, so I had to think of something else.

Our anniversary was coming up, fifty-two years together and I love my wife as much today, and probably even more than when I met her all those years ago. Contrary to popular belief, we still have a sex life. True it is not every day like it was several years ago, but we are still active two to three times a month. We are going a car tour for our anniversary, so we are really looking forward to celebrating with a night of passion like we always do on our anniversary.

My wife, even with all her infirmities, is still a very beautiful woman. She is not quite as slim and trim as she once was, but is still beautiful and in good shape. We swim as much as we can, as it is the one exercise that she can do well. I would like to say that we have a pool in our backyard, but alas, our yard is fairly small, and we swim at the local Y three to four times a week. She has shrunk somewhat over the years, instead of her statuesque five nine when we were married, she is now five-five and still under one hundred twenty-five pounds.

For myself, I started out married life at six foot four and 201, but I have shrunk too, so I am down to about six foot even and still 205. Even with my arthritis, I am still able to get around fairly well, and only have a small paunch around the middle.

Speaking of nights of passion, last night was one of especially great passion. It started like most nights, with us cuddled on the couch watching some inane something on the telly. We were holding hands, just enjoying being close, when I started to give my bride of almost fifty-two years kisses on the mouth with plenty of tongue. I became bolder and continued kissing her neck, ears, and the flesh of her upper shoulders that was not covered by her pink nightgown. While my lips were busy staking out the unencumbered flesh of my lover, my right hand was busy fondling my Katie's right breast, especially her nipple. My wife's nipples are a little unusual in that they look like a capped mushroom. The nipple, when erect, stands up with the top third that folds over on itself much like the cap of a mushroom. Her nipples have always been real sensitive, and they are still very sensitive even as she has aged. So as I tease her nipples through the nightgown, she is getting turned on quite well.

I slip the right strap of her gown down, which allows me full access to her slightly saggy boob, and the seduction now begins. I lean over and plant butterfly kisses on her chest, making sure to stay away from her areola and nipple. Katie holds my head in her hand and presses my mouth to her breast flesh, which quickly becomes bumpy gooseflesh. I continue to stroke her right side with my hand, and now concentrate on licking her bumpy flesh, blowing lightly to cool her heated breast, while heating her fiery furnace below. My left hand is now busy teasing her left tit while I kiss and batter her right nipple with my tongue. When I feel Katie squirming, I know it is time to step it up a bit. I suck her entire nipple into my mouth and suck as a child nursing at his mother's breast.

By now, Katie is now rubbing her legs together trying to put out the fire in her loins, or is it to stoke those self same fires? I then know time is nigh; I suck hard and turn that mushroom cap of her nipple up away from the rest like I am trying to take it off, but it snaps back down and triggers a small orgasm in her body. I keep this up, sucking hard and holding the cap up, then with a small light nip with my teeth, I let it snap back. The more I do this, the higher my wife climbs on that ladder to marital bliss and the nirvana state she loves so much for me to give her.

Katie leans down and whispers in my ear, "I think this couch is not where I want to be for the rest of this lovemaking. Please take me to bed, my big, strong, sexy man."

Who am I to disagree? So I help her to rise and we stroll into the bedroom and I pull the covers down. I assist my lovely wife in disrobing and help her lie in the center of our marital bed. I now start taking my clothes off in a hurry. I have no need for the little blue pill tonight, since I am as ramrod straight as I was in my twenties. I climb onto the bed from the bottom, kissing and stroking my way up my wife's body. Once at the juncture of her legs, I worship her body and drink from the fountain of youth that springs from her velvety tunnel of love. Age has brought a couple of changes, nothing that a little KY and patience can't fix. Once I have given my love a couple of more orgasms, I move up her body, kissing my way to her breasts again. This time I concentrate on her left boob and reach into the headboard and get some jelly to lubricate her nether lips to ready my love for penetration.

I kiss some more, then it's Katie's turn to take the bull by the horns, so to speak. She takes my pulsating cock and pulls me to her center. I move to accommodate this new position and she seats me where I am wanted. I slowly enter her, savoring each small increment that I penetrate. Once I am seated in the saddle, I wait for a bit to let her get used to the intrusion. Then it is a slow and deliberate easing up and down of my hips that allows me to slide in and out of her molten center. I continue to stroke in and out, varying my strokes, moving from side to side, trying to also stroke her G spot with my cock head. I will slow stroke her for about five strokes, hit her with two or three fast long strokes. I'll go ever so slowly for a few more to put pressure on the right side of her pussy, then on the left, and finally stroke hard for a few more. This moving around does two things for her; it allows all of her walls to get the benefit of intimate contact, and it deliciously grinds my pubic bone on her clit. We continue this dance of love until I can take no more and then start a short fast stroke. Katheryn is also at the point where her climax has been building from one plateau to another. Each step and small orgasm has paved the way for the grand finale, la petite mort as the French say, the small death.

I can feel it happening now, Katie's pussy squeezes me and I fire my load into her waiting vessel, emptying my love for her into her receptive womb. True we are probably both way past the time when we could conceive, but the feeling is still there, the love is still there, and the closeness of being together for fifty-two years is very present. I roll over, holding my love for as long as she is able to stand it. After a long kiss, she rolls over and we both say thank you for such a beautiful act of love.

I pull the covers up over us as we cuddle, knowing that we won't leak much as there is not much left in either of us to leak. Sleep soon finds us, and we fall asleep in each other's loving arms.

Our fifty-second wedding anniversary is next week, and we are taking our old cars for a four day tour of the hill country, with the group based at a motel in Fredericksburg, Texas. Fredericksburg is a local Mecca of antique stores and a large tourist town, with lots of places to see and stores with antiques, Texas memorabilia, and a large German and Bohemian influence. It is also surrounded by some beautiful scenery and lovely infrequently traveled roads that are perfect for touring. There are usually serious bicycle clubs riding the hills and curves on the weekends. In good spring or fall weather, the motorcycles are also out in force too.

For our tour, we are going to several small towns that have lots of early Texas history from the first settlers coming from both Mexico and Europe. They also have some nice museums that tell the story of the early settlers of this great land. Some of our stopover points were Grapetown, Luckenbach, Crabapple, Tivydale, and Harper. All of these towns are small, mainly farm or ranch communities, which have grown up and survived the droughts and exodus of their children to the big cities to seek their fame and fortune. But a lot of them come back to retire, because of the laidback life and the quiet serenity of the hill country. Some expand their old homestead when neighbors move on and are now able to make a decent living from the land their forefathers claimed many years ago. The area is also becoming famous for the exotic game animals that are raised for fun and profit. Some ranches have paid tours of all the exotic animals in a similar habitat to their original ones in African veldts and Asian steppes.

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