He sat reading in the hotel bed when the door opened and his wife returned from her outing. She stripped, dropping her clothes on the floor. He got glimpses of her pink and moist pussy as she kneewalked up his legs.

As soon as she pulled the sheet off, she grasped that so-familiar erection, the only one she’d enjoyed thousands of times during their 25 plus years together. With practiced ease she engulfed it in that place between her thighs, entry aided by fresh lubrication. He noticed the silky feeling. As much from habit as anything, he reached to fondle her swinging jugs.

There was a big unspoken difference in this copulation. After they settled into a comfortable rhythm, he spoke, “Was it good?”

She smiled, “Yes it was. Much better than before but we’ve both learned a lot since those virginal days so long ago. Our bodies have changed too but the good feelings we had for each other back then have persisted and mellowed. No matter, you are still much better! I love you for indulging me.”

He thrust and she moved in synchrony until they both reached their pleasure peaks, his seed joining the other already deep inside.

As she laid on top of him and they traded little kisses, he said, “We’re here one more night. Do you suppose he’d come over and do you together with me?”