It was a big day not just for Noah, but also for Michael and Rosie.

Their only child, the focus of their lives for the past eighteen years, was heading to university. Michael had offered to drive Noah from London to Newcastle along with all his stuff, but Noah – seeking independence from his often-smothering parents – said he wanted to take the train alone. However, Noah did accept his father’s offer of a ride to Kings Cross Station along with his two huge suitcases and two rucksacks. Michael didn’t have a clue how the kid would get all of that baggage aboard the train on his own, but he then thought that solving those kinds of problems were part of growing up.

Rosie said she couldn’t bear going to the station, so she tearfully hugged her son and said goodbye in front of their home. Michael did the same thing in the drop-off zone alongside Kings Cross. He watched Noah clumsily load a luggage cart and, without once looking back, head inside the station.

On the ride back home, Michael reminisced about eighteen years of parenting and the possible impact of Noah’s absence on Rosie. He hoped she hadn't been crying while he was gone. Michael contemplated what life would be like in an empty nest and, somewhat guiltily, wondered wistfully if the passion that he and Rosie had shared before Noah was born could be reignited. Over the years, as Noah grew from a needy infant to a know-it-all teenager, intimacy and sex had become less and less frequent.

When Michael unlocked the door, the small house seemed eerily quiet. He called out, “Rosie?”

“I’m upstairs,” she shouted back.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a moment,” Michael replied. He walked around the sitting room and the kitchen aimlessly, already missing his son. “Oh well,” he said to himself, “I guess I’d better get on with the first day of the rest of my life.”

He climbed the stairs and opened the door to the bedroom. He couldn’t believe what he saw.

Rosie was lying on the bed, but instead of reading as usually, she was fucking herself with a vibrator. She wore nothing but stockings and a pair of stiletto-heeled black boots that she had not worn in years. 

Rosie looked at Michael, smiled and said, “I think we’re finally alone. I’ve been both dreading and looking forward to this day for a long time, and what I would really like right now is to be fucked in the ass, just like on our honeymoon.” She removed the dildo from her pussy, put it in her mouth and licked off her juices.

Michael was in his early fifties and had wondered whether he might be a candidate for Viagra; his cock was sometimes slow to respond. However, the sight of his nearly naked wife fucking herself was all the stimulation he needed.

He quickly began removing his clothes, and his hardening cock sprang from his boxers as he slid them down his legs.

“Hmmm,” Rosie purred, sizing up Michael’s equipment.

As soon as Michael got on the bed, Rosie snogged him, shoving her tongue down his throat. In response, Michael ravished Rosie’s 34C tits with his hands, fondling and squeezing them. He then broke off the kiss to lick and suck Rosie’s nipples, which were already erect but which stiffened further in his mouth.

Soon, they assumed what was once their favourite position. Rosie lay on top of her husband, greedily sucking his cock and fondling his balls. Michael’s head was firmly lodged between Rosie’s thighs, lapping her pussy and then her clit with his tongue. After not too long, Rosie began to quiver and moan. Not wanting to cum yet, she scooted forward, turned her head and told Michael, “You know what I want. Please give it to me!”

Rosie got on her hands and knees and Michael knelt behind her. Her arsehole was already slick from lubrication Michael’s saliva and her pussy juices.

Michael hesitated, he loved his wife so much that he never wanted to hurt her. But Rosie again turned her head and said, almost with a hiss, “Just do it. I had been fucking my arse and my pussy with the vibrator while you were gone. Now, I need to feel your cock.”

Michael briefly wondered exactly how long it had been since he had fucked his wife’s arse, but quickly returned to the present. He lined up his cock head and slowly pushed. “Jesus, she’s tight,” he thought, but after a moment, the initial resistance faded and soon at least half of Michael’s cock had filled his wife’s slippery anus.

Rosie gasped, paused for a moment, and then said softly, “Fuck me. Fuck me now, my lover.”

And so he did. After only three or four thrusts, the full length of his cock was inside Rosie’s lovely arse pumping in and out. Michael began to pick up speed, although he paused every now and then, both because he knew Rosie liked that and because he was afraid of cumming to quickly. But, finally, based on Rosie’s reactions, he resumed a quick tempo and felt his balls slap against his wife's wet cunt. Rosie began to hold her breath and then exploded with what can only be described as a once-in-eighteen-year orgasm. Seconds later, Michael began shooting his jizz deep into his wife’s arse.

Once their climaxes had subsided, Michael withdrew and he and Rosie cuddled side by side, kissing passionately.

Then, after not more than thirty seconds, the telephone rang. Michael hesitated and then, sighing, answered.

“Hi, Dad,” a familiar young voice chirped merrily. “I’m on the train. I thought you guys would be lonely without me so I’m calling. What have you been doing? Are you missing me yet?”