The Wild Side

A Titillating Tale by Sondra Sont-Michel

Julian shook his head dejectedly, sighed deeply, then pulled down the ladder to the attic.  Gianna, his wife of 27 years, walked behind him.

“Are you ready?”  she asked, gracing him with a smile.  

“No, not really,” Julian answered.  “Can’t seem to get myself psyched up today to spend my Saturday on yet another project, this time, cleaning out the attic.”

“Yes, well, I’m not crazy about the idea either, but we agreed.  So hop to it,” said Gianna, reaching behind him and smacking his butt for emphasis. 

Julian shrugged his shoulders, smiled in resignation, and trudged up the attic stairs with Gianna right behind him.  They reached the top and began to peruse the place, looking at  all the detritus of their years together – toys, baby furniture, old  clothes, broken tools, outgrown bicycles, college texts, unused wedding gifts, abandoned sports and exercise equipment, old camping gear.  And there was more, since It was a large attic (the house itself was 5,000 square feet). 

“Julian, look, our wish chest back from when we were first married.  You decorated it with a series of tiny paintings.  This chest was the last thing you ever painted.  It’s over there -  get it Jules,” she pointed out excitedly.  “Let’s see what’s inside.”

Julian gave his wife a kiss.  As he approached the box, Julian saw their old camping gear.  He located a sleeping bag among the items, picked it up, shook it out, then peeked back at Gianna to ensure she was watching.  She was, so he spread out the bag with an extravagant flourish in a narrow space over by a series of dormers that let in the morning sun.  

“Come here, G,” he said, holding out his hand.

She took it and allowed him to help her sit down on the bag.  When she was seated, Julian gave her a brief kiss on the cheek, retrieved the box and headed back to their attic “bed”.  He found a small cloth and carefully dusted off the colorful container before he deposited the box next to her and plopped down.

“I can’t remember what we put in here,”  Julian said.  “The box seems awfully light.”

“Me neither.  But I do remember when we bought it at a flea market.  We were going to put things in it that were important to our lives together.  A personal time capsule so to speak.  Kind of distressing that it feels empty, except for the lovely pictures you painted on it,”  Gianna offered.

Julian nodded his head in agreement. 

“Did I ever tell you about the artwork?” he asked.  

Gianna shook her head “no” in response.

He then explained in detail the meaning behind every one of the small images, each of which was a heartfelt prayer for their family and future.  

When Julian finished, Gianna hugged him.  

“I didn’t know.  You never told me,”  she said.  “Such beautiful sentiments.  I always knew you were a romantic at heart in an engineer’s body.”

“You know me well.”

He smiled and kissed her - deeply this time.  She allowed herself to revel in the feel of his kiss, warming from it and tingling from the feel of his familiar hands on her body, undressing her.  She began undressing him as well and soon they both were completely naked.  

Julian pulled Gianna’s face to his and began kissing it tenderly. He angled her face, impatient to find her lips. When he did, Gianna responded to him with equal desire and need. The pair deepened their kiss, each one's tongue caressing the other's, then finally dueling in passion. They pulled back from each other for a few seconds, then crashed back into each other, not wanting to separate.

They groped each other clumsily until Gianna grasped Julian’s already erect penis in her hand and began stroking him. She pushed him down flat onto the sleeping bag, leaned over him and smoothed his pre-come around lts tip.  She then took him fully into her mouth, looking into his eyes as she did so.  Gianna massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue as she sucked on, pulled at, and wet the engorged member. 

"Gianna," he choked out, as the passionate torture continued.  

After a time, Julian pulled her off his painfully rigid member with a pop, so great was her suction. He held her near his groin, raised up on his haunches, one hand resting behind, supporting his weight. She hungrily caught his cock in her open mouth, then began sucking him again.  Gianna gripped Julian's thighs with her hands, hard. His body was curved in a concave arc, his muscles tensing and releasing from the intense pleasure. Julian's breath hitched.

Gianna pulled off him herself this time, licking around the edge of his penis. 

"Fuck my mouth," she commanded.

He did and leaned forward, now holding her head with both hands. Gianna covered her teeth with her lips, bringing to bear a different pressure and Julian exhaled loudly at this new sensation, holding the back of Gianna's head as he thrust his hips forward. He dropped his head back, groaning in ecstasy.

Gianna took him in pushing her head forward toward his thrusts until her lips mashed against his balls and groin.  She loosened her grip on his thighs and ran her hands up and across his abs,  no longer quite a six pack but still hardened at 49 years of age, then back down again, resting at his thighs anew. 

"Ughhh…Gianna!" Julian cried out. "So good! Baby, so good."

Gianna's lack of a gag reflex always amazed him. That, coupled with the fact that he was not a small boy in the dick department, made Julian feel as if he'd hit the jackpot with her when he first discovered her skill.  Though she was still active and a beauty in her mid-40s, he’d not had this pleasure in years and didn’t want it to stop.

Gianna watched Julian's stomach muscles ripple as she mouth fucked him. She smiled, humming in satisfaction. She loved the taste and texture of his cock and remembered times many years ago now, when she tried to mouth fuck him raw.

Julian smiled, too, remembering some of their sexcapades from college.   When he thought about the ways they physically pleased each other, especially while she was a “technical” virgin, Julian shouted aloud, the bass in his voice vibrating all the way to his cock.

Julian moistened the fingers on his right hand, trailed his hand across Gianna's back, over her butt, then down in between her legs. He began to gently rub her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Julian then sucked his teeth loudly, as he inserted his middle two fingers into Gianna's pussy. He was delighted to find her dripping.

"I can't wait to be inside you," Julian growled in promise.

He was pulled from his reverie when he felt Gianna's nails rake down his thighs.

"Your muscles still knot, when I do that," she sputtered breathlessly, before doing it again while taking him back into her mouth.

"You should do it more often,”  he rasped, “but I can't last much longer if you keep all this up."

Julian let loose another deep moan. He took Gianna by the waist, lifted her and sat her on his dick, roughly. Gianna squealed in delight as Julian spread his legs wide and bent them at the knees.  Then Gianna began to ride him, hard, fast, and deep, and he met her every move.  Her palms were on his chest at first, but she moved her hands to his nipples, scoring them with her nails, feeling them harden beneath her touch, then rolling the nubs between her fingers. She growled wickedly.

"Oh my…,," Gianna said, then she began whispering unintelligible words as Julian grunted, thrusting up into her as she rode him. He had been kneading her butt cheeks, but moved his hands upward to cup her breasts. He lifted his head from the pillow, pushed her breasts together and sucked both her nipples into his mouth. Gianna could see the mischief in Julian's eyes.  The two gazed at each other as their bodies rubbed and rocked together. 

Julian rolled Giana onto her back. He sunk himself into her more deeply, grinding and circling his hips.  He grunted, thrusting into her hard as Gianna twisted and turned beneath him.  

"Ahhh, ugghhh, Gianna," he cried loudly. He then deepened his strokes, alternating his thrusts with intense grinding. The sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh wafted through the air around them.  Julian buried his face in her neck, nipping the flesh under her ear.  

"Ahhh, yes, baby, come for me," he purred, pressing himself into her harder, watching her pupils dilate and her mouth form a soundless "O".  He felt Gianna's juices gush over him and at that moment, Julian released, his body jerking from the intensity, as he emptied himself completely.   

Julian collapsed, rolling to Gianna’s side, his own heavy breathing matching hers.

"Gianna," Julian whispered, touching her face lovingly as she lay on her back, staring at him like she used to 20 years ago.  “So much has changed for us over the years and within us, too, yet at the few times like this it seems like nothing has changed.  When and how did we get old and boring to each other?”

Gianna was hurt and her first impulse was to hurt back.  Her second was anger.  Instead of immediately striking back at him, she considered what he’d said.  She remembered how much they’d enjoyed each other’s company in the early years, remembering that it had been years since they’d fucked anywhere in the house except their bed, years since they’d broken out in spontaneous fucking, years since she’d taken him in her mouth, years since they’d been loud, years since they spent time talking only about themselves - not kids, not finances, not jobs.  They had been having routine sex for 20 minutes once a week on schedule, maybe twice a week occasionally, for the last 15 years.  Cody had been gone for a month, yet they were still clinging to their old habits.  Making them what?  Old and boring.

“I don’t know,” Gianna stated softly after that long pause. “But we changed that today and I promise to keep this going, especially since we are now new empty nesters, relatively young and completely healthy.”

“I’ll do my part to keep it going, too,” Julian said.

Gianna cupped Julian's cheek with her palm, then kissed him, trailing her finger down his neck and across his shoulder blade.

“Now open that box,” she declared.

Gianna sat up and Julian pulled the chest from where it had landed after being inadvertently pushed or kicked there during the couples’ lovemaking.  Placing it next to Gianna, he opened the box and removed the only item inside, a folded piece of 3 hole punched paper which he handed to her.

She took the piece of paper and squinted at the faded ink on the page holding it up to the light  so that they both could read it: “10 Sexual Fantasies that Julian and Gianna Agree to do Together withn 12 Months of the Signing Date on This Document”.  They each signed it and it was dated June 1, 1995.

“Oh my goodness!  I remember us doing this list!  We had rules and a process and everything!  We started with two 10 item lists then combined them into one by taking out any items that either of us didn’t want to do, then talked about each one until we agreed on the final 10,” said Gianna, grinning at the recollection.

“What I remember is that we had to make love twice to get to the final list.the list finally.  We kept getting turned on,” said Julian with grins of his own.

“Yeah, I remember that, too.  But look at the list, Jules.  What does it tell you?  We never did any of the things on it.”

“Well, numbers one, two, and three tell me that we didn’t have much imagination.  Things start to look interesting at seven, though.  And eight, nine, and ten are epic!  I say we work our way through the list, maybe an item a month, alternating picks.  Or we can start at number one and work our way down, or…wait, do you agree to proceed with this?”

“Damn skippy,”  Gianna said. “Let’s go.”  She snapped her fingers to show her impatience.

They decided on alternating picks and she lost in rock paper scissors so Julian got first pick.

After a little over the top gloating  about winning, Julian announced that item number one was his choice:  Gianna picks Julian up in a bar.

She shot him a look.  “I thought you said that number one lacked imagination.”

“I did and I meant it,” he deadpanned.  “But I was thinking that that left plenty of room for creativity nonetheless,” looking away from Gianna after he said this. 

“I see,” said Gianna.  “Challenge accepted.  We’ll do it sometime in the next seven days. I’ll let you know the morning of.   And, uh, I have an idea about how we can seal this deal.”  She carefully took the note from Julian, returned it to the box, then set the box aside with all the safekeeping it deserved.

Gianna straddled him and pressed her body close - breast to chest, nose to nose, the two sharing the same breaths.  He easily slipped inside her as they sought their rhythm.

“This will make three times this week and twice in one day,” Gianna cooed.  “We’ve got to stop living on the wild side like this,” she added, kissing Julian through her loving sniggle.

“Yeah, but the day is still young so there’s plenty of time to see just how many times we can travel to the wild side before the day is done,”  Julian said with a return sniggle, lying down on the sleeping bag while holding Gianna to him tightly.    He  began  to pump his hips hard and fast as he clenched at Gianna’s neck with both hands. 

“Remember what happened after we went to that Halloween Party dressed as Count Dracula and Lucy?” he rumbled deep in his throat.  

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A/N:  To think that there can still be surprises after 27 years!  Looks like Jules and G will be spending more time in the attic.  Wonder what they’ll do next?