This is a true story still going on...
I was a broken man when I met Gina. At 53, my body was ravaged by SPMS, my mind clouded by alcohol and porn addiction. I couldn’t walk, confined to an electric wheelchair, navigating the streets of Portland with a sense of futility. I ended up in the hospital again. That’s where I met Regina. She was a vision of beauty, with her c-cup breasts and petite frame, but she was dangerously underweight. We bonded over our shared misfortunes, and slowly, Regina began to bring me back to life.
She introduced me to God, and with her guidance, I started to overcome my addictions. The wheelchair became a thing of the past as I learned to walk again. We courted for two years, pushing the boundaries of our abstinence to the limit kissing and heavy petting, but never crossing the line. It was torture, but it made our eventual union that much sweeter.
On our wedding night, I knew that Gina was a virgin. Her tight, untouched body was a revelation as I claimed her as my wife. We made love for hours, my stamina enhanced by the daily Cialis I took. But even with my prolonged hardness, it was difficult for me to reach orgasm. Regina was patient, understanding, and always eager to please.
Now, nine years later, we run a small cafe together in a quiet town. Our sex life is as vibrant as ever, with Gina initiating sex 3-4 times a week, sometimes twice in one day. I can only perform on my back, but the passion between us is undiminished.
One particularly steamy morning, Gina woke me with her hand wrapped around my cock. I groaned, my morning wood quickly hardening to full mast. She stroked me rhythmically both overhand and underhand until we was at the edge of cumming. I tangled my fingers in her hair, asshe stroked my throbbing cock up and down.
“Good morning, husband,” she purred, releasing my cock from her hand. “I thought you could use a little wake-up call.”
Before I could respond, she straddled me, positioning herself above my throbbing member. With one swift motion, she impaled herself on my cock, her tight walls gripping me like a vise. I groaned, my hips bucking instinctively as she began to ride me.
Regina leaned forward, her breasts swaying hypnotically as she moved. I reached up, cupping the soft mounds in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, her pace quickening as I teased her sensitive peaks.
“Oh, William,” she moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “You feel so good inside me.”
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as my cock throbbed within her. But just as I was about to spill my seed, Gina lifted herself off me, leaving me bereft and aching.
“Patience, my love,” she whispered, a sly smile on her lips. “I want to make this last.”
She turned around, presenting her ass to me as she lowered herself back onto my cock. I groaned at the new sensation, my hands gripping her hips as she rode me reverse cowgirl style. The view of her ass bouncing on my cock was almost too much to bear.
Gina reached back, her fingers finding her clit as she ground herself against me. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she chased her own release. I could feel her walls fluttering around my cock, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
“Come for me, Gina,” I urged, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my own orgasm. “Let go, baby.”
With a cry of ecstasy, Gina came undone, her body shaking with the force of her climax. Her muscles contracted around me, milking my cock as I finally found my own release, spilling my seed deep inside her.
We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. Gina curled up beside me, her head resting on my chest as I stroked her hair.
“I love you, WildWillie” she murmured, her voice heavy with contentment. “Thank you for saving me.”
I smiled, pulling her closer. “No, Gina. You saved me. You gave me a reason to live, to love, to feel again. I am forever grateful for you.”
As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I knew that I was the luckiest man alive. With Gina by my side, I could face anything – even the challenges of my disability and the demands of our busy life. Together, we had found not just love, but redemption.
I was a broken man when I met Gina. At 53, my body was ravaged by SPMS, my mind clouded by alcohol and porn addiction. I couldn’t walk, confined to an electric wheelchair, navigating the streets of Portland with a sense of futility. I ended up in the hospital again. That’s where I met Regina. She was a vision of beauty, with her c-cup breasts and petite frame, but she was dangerously underweight. We bonded over our shared misfortunes, and slowly, Regina began to bring me back to life.
She introduced me to God, and with her guidance, I started to overcome my addictions. The wheelchair became a thing of the past as I learned to walk again. We courted for two years, pushing the boundaries of our abstinence to the limit kissing and heavy petting, but never crossing the line. It was torture, but it made our eventual union that much sweeter.
On our wedding night, I knew that Gina was a virgin. Her tight, untouched body was a revelation as I claimed her as my wife. We made love for hours, my stamina enhanced by the daily Cialis I took. But even with my prolonged hardness, it was difficult for me to reach orgasm. Regina was patient, understanding, and always eager to please.
Now, nine years later, we run a small cafe together in a quiet town. Our sex life is as vibrant as ever, with Gina initiating sex 3-4 times a week, sometimes twice in one day. I can only perform on my back, but the passion between us is undiminished.
One particularly steamy morning, Gina woke me with her hand wrapped around my cock. I groaned, my morning wood quickly hardening to full mast. She stroked me rhythmically both overhand and underhand until we was at the edge of cumming. I tangled my fingers in her hair, asshe stroked my throbbing cock up and down.
“Good morning, husband,” she purred, releasing my cock from her hand. “I thought you could use a little wake-up call.”
Before I could respond, she straddled me, positioning herself above my throbbing member. With one swift motion, she impaled herself on my cock, her tight walls gripping me like a vise. I groaned, my hips bucking instinctively as she began to ride me.
Regina leaned forward, her breasts swaying hypnotically as she moved. I reached up, cupping the soft mounds in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, her pace quickening as I teased her sensitive peaks.
“Oh, William,” she moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “You feel so good inside me.”
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as my cock throbbed within her. But just as I was about to spill my seed, Gina lifted herself off me, leaving me bereft and aching.
“Patience, my love,” she whispered, a sly smile on her lips. “I want to make this last.”
She turned around, presenting her ass to me as she lowered herself back onto my cock. I groaned at the new sensation, my hands gripping her hips as she rode me reverse cowgirl style. The view of her ass bouncing on my cock was almost too much to bear.
Gina reached back, her fingers finding her clit as she ground herself against me. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she chased her own release. I could feel her walls fluttering around my cock, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
“Come for me, Gina,” I urged, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my own orgasm. “Let go, baby.”
With a cry of ecstasy, Gina came undone, her body shaking with the force of her climax. Her muscles contracted around me, milking my cock as I finally found my own release, spilling my seed deep inside her.
We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. Gina curled up beside me, her head resting on my chest as I stroked her hair.
“I love you, WildWillie” she murmured, her voice heavy with contentment. “Thank you for saving me.”
I smiled, pulling her closer. “No, Gina. You saved me. You gave me a reason to live, to love, to feel again. I am forever grateful for you.”
As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I knew that I was the luckiest man alive. With Gina by my side, I could face anything – even the challenges of my disability and the demands of our busy life. Together, we had found not just love, but redemption.
