Robert Conners

I just turned eighty-five, and I give thanks every day for the life I have lived, especially for my wife of ten years, Dahlia Matthews, called “Lia” by everyone. She’s fifteen years my junior, has just turned seventy, yet looks many years younger. She has a well-proportioned figure, her skin smooth with only faint lines that enhance her allure—remnants of her earlier lives as a high-fashion model in the 1970s and a Cinemax soft-porn star in the 1980s and 1990s.

We met ten years ago at a Dallas gala featuring vintage erotic cinema, where she was one of the guests of honor. I was at the event with a woman I often dated, but who paled in comparison to Lia. Lia and I felt an immediate chemistry, paired off, and talked for most of the event. We shared stories of her colorful past and my more mundane life in the oil business, along with our mutual interest in ranching and real estate.

As we were talking, Lia pointed to the screen over the podium and said, “That’s one of my scenes.” The video showed a young Lia, in an oriental silk robe, sporting a Farrah Fawcett-type shag cut, talking with a policeman in her kitchen. Eventually, the policeman removed her robe, exposing Lia fully nude. She laughening told me she had larger implants in those days. Eventually, the action moved to the bedroom, where the naked Lia got between the sheets, and the policeman disrobed, but only viewed from behind. He climbed into the bed with her and, as she put it, humped while the cameras rolled.

I asked if the actors in those soft-porn movies ever had real sex. She told me never while filming, but the on-screen couple could retire to a dressing room after the take was completed. She paused for a short time, then said, “What you don’t see in that clip we’re watching is that I was actually getting fucked. Neither the director nor the camera crew knew what was going on.” She paused again, then continued, “For that take, I was wearing a merkin, or nude colored pastie over my pussy, while the male actor, Roger, was wearing a flesh colored cock sock. For a period of weeks, he been after me to meet him in one of the dressing rooms, which I refused to do – I found him to be creepy. Anyway, as he got between the sheets with me, he took off his cock sock and then reached down and pulled off my merkin. He rammed his cock into my pussy right away and fucked me the entire time we were being filmed. I had enough clout that I demanded that I never have to do another scene with Roger.”

I guess I was looking somewhat shocked by what she told me, but she put her hand on the side of my face and said, “Robert, lighten up, that was forty-five years ago.

Watching a young nude Lia on the screen while sitting next to the modern-day sophisticated Lia caused me to have an erection.

We both had rooms at the five-star hotel hosting the event, so as soon as I returned to my room at 2 a.m. after dropping off my date, I telephoned her. She invited me up to continue our discussion. As soon as I entered her room, we embraced tightly, kissed passionately and undressed each other. We fucked until daybreak. The next morning over breakfast, she invited me to move in with her at her West Texas ranch. We married three months later in a simple ceremony at her ranch under a clear night sky, surrounded by a few hundred friends with a country and western band on the patio and a marimba band in the courtyard.

During her modeling career, Lia graced high-fashion magazine covers and strutted down runways in Paris, Milan, New York, and beyond. She served as hostess at numerous PGA events and for many years at the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance. She signed on with an agent to break into movies, unfortunately no Hollywood roles came her way, but she was quickly featured in soft-porn films those shown late night on the Cinemax network. In the two dozen films in which she was featured, she wore a trademark oriental silk lingerie, which was always shed by the second reel. During her careers, she dated Formula One drivers, billionaire industrialists, country-music stars, politicians, and Hollywood A-listers. That she chose me for her first-ever marriage is flattering.

She was prudent with her earnings; her most astute investment being this 4,000-acre ranch northwest of Amarillo. Horses and longhorn cattle roam mesquite-dotted fields under a big sky; the hacienda-style house is our home. My oil and land deals have made me wealthy, but Lia’s wealth far exceeds mine.

I hate to admit it, but I’ve been suffering from erectile dysfunction, or ED, for the past two years. I tried everything: the blue pills and every other drug on the market, without success. I went through counseling in case the ED had a psychological basis – no help. I tried vacuum pumps, which created temporary stiffies requiring a tight rubber band around the base of my cock to maintain it after turning off the vacuum, but that technique didn’t create an erection sufficient to give Lia a decent fuck. My urologist next recommended injections of alprostadil directly into the base of my dick. I found them to be painful with inconsistent erections that usually vanished after a brief period. Implants, or inflatable rods inflated by a pump in my scrotum, were the next idea from my urologist. I passed on that. No surgery on my dick at this age.

Lia and I enjoyed a fantastic sex life the first eight years of our marriage, and now, despite my ED, we have refused to let that issue kill our passion. Our sex life thrives using our mouths, hands, and tongues. Her soft lips envelop my flaccid cock, sucking with a steady rhythm while her tongue swirls the head and teases the peehole. Her hands gently roll my balls as she takes my dick deep into her throat.

I return the favor with equal zest, with my face buried between her thighs, I lap at her clit, circling firmly, sucking it between my lips while she grips my hair and grinds against me. She will enjoy a major orgasm when I finger fuck her while tonguing her clit.

We’ve adopted new techniques which neither of us had explored previously. We frequently engage in analingus—I spread her cheeks, tongue finding her tight ring as she moans and grinds back, the musky taste almost drives me wild. She reciprocates the action with equal fervor, probing my ass.

One night, after we had each enjoyed intense orgasms, I held her close and spoke plainly of a matter that lately has been on my mind: “Lia, darlin’, I love you and enjoy our sex life, and know you feel the same way, but if you ever crave a hard cock filling and pounding your pussy which I can no longer provide, I won’t object. Find a part-time virile lover to fuck you senseless when you need it. I trust you, and it would make me happy to know you’re being fully satisfied.”