True Love Never Grows Old
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True Love Never Grows Old
by Scottie Lowe


There are some things in life that can be counted on without question.  The sun will surely
rise tomorrow, summer comes after spring, and given the opportunity, William Jennings is
going to pull out all the stops to create a special occasion for his wife, Wanda.  Birthdays,
anniversaries, Valentine’s day . . . nothing was too extreme for making sure the woman in
his life knew how much she was loved, appreciated, and desired.  Even after twenty-five
wonderful years together as man and wife, he was committed to letting her know that his
feelings for her were just as strong, if not stronger, than that fateful day they got married.

“I have a lot to be thankful for,” he said, “as he rolled over and greeted his wife with a good
morning kiss.  The two snuggled under the covers on an unusually warm November
morning, staying there a little while longer than usual to reflect back on all the blessings
they shared and the memories of a lifetime of wonderful times together.  William pulled his
beloved close and felt her body conform to his as he held her and kissed the nape of her
neck.  The temptation to stay in bed all day was strong for him but he had things to
prepare, surprises to pull off so he had to stay focused.  With a playful slap to her bottom,
he said, “Come on, Wanda, stop being so lazy.  Half the day is gone.  Get up and do
something with your life.”

Wanda pulled her sleepy frame from the bed and glanced at the clock and wondered how
8:30 in the morning could be considered half the day in any measurement of time.  She
knew he was up to something so she just rolled her eyes and went along with game plan,
expecting the unexpected.  Knowing her husband, anything was possible.  He might have a
full band downstairs to accompany him as he serenaded her with a special rendition of Mr.
Bojangles.  Literally, anything was possible.

Bill didn’t have anything too terribly outrageous planned, the day was going to be low key,
the usual running errands and what-have-you.  The night was going to be something else
entirely.  It was going to be a night to remember.  He had planned out every detail to
seduce his wife in a way that would take her breath away and leave her body a quivering
mass of pleasure and delight.

Feeling particularly proud of himself for his attention to detail, William set about his plans of
mystery and seduction.  As the sun set, he instructed his wife to go upstairs to find her
present.   Not sure what to expect, Wanda entered the bedroom to find a brand new dress
laid out on the bed.  It was a black cocktail dress with brand new shoes and everything.  
There was a card that said, “If I had to do it all again, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second,” and
it was signed, simply, B.  She held up the dress and marveled at her husband’s ability to
get such a beautiful one in her size without any coaching from her at all.  She tried it on
and for a moment was unsure of herself.  The dress revealed a little too much cleavage for
her comfort level but she knew it would drive her husband to distraction.  It was definitely
designed to show off her assets to the max and she got a thrill knowing that her body could
still incite passion in her man.

As she descended the stairs, Bill was waiting for her in tuxedo and a dozen roses in hand.  
All she could do was shake her head because she knew whatever he had planned for the
evening; she was going to be in for a bumpy ride.  All Bill could do was shake his head as
well because he was blown away by how beautiful his wife looked.  For the second time that
day, he was tempted to forget all about his plans and turn around and head back to the
bedroom for a night of reckless abandon.  Wanda stood on the bottom stair and asked,
“What do you think?”  She did a little turn and showed off her new outfit.

William was speechless.  All he could do was take her in his arms and kiss her.  It was a
tender kiss yet passionate.  He kissed her with the intensity and desire of a man who had
just returned home from a long road trip who was starving for the affection of his wife.  
There was fire and heat in that kiss that ignited a flame.  Even 25 years after they said, “I
do,” there was a love so strong, so real, it could not be denied.

Putting the roses in a vase, Wanda felt the warmth of her wrap going around her
shoulders.  “Come on, Wanda, let’s go.”  She put her hand in his and prepared for an
adventure.  An adventure that would turn out to be an erotic one.

They went outside into the brisk evening air and a stretch limo awaited them.  Holding her
hand as they walked down the stairs, the driver helped Wanda slide comfortably into the
back seat.  William slid in next to her and winked at the driver.  Apparently, he’d been
instructed where to go and what to do in advance.  Wanda relaxed back into the plush
leather seats and made herself comfortable.

William opened a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses.  “Shall we toast?  Here’s to
the most wonderful wife in the world and for her making me the best man I could be.”  
Wanda was a little choked up.  She was used to Bill being the prankster and the jokester
but in those moments when he revealed his emotional side, she was caught a little off
guard.  Not in a bad way, she just had to stop and reflect on how lucky she had been to
find such a special man.

It was time for things to get turned up a notch so William moved in closer.  His hands found
the curve of her calf and moved upward, caressing her flesh.  The sexy slit in the dress
allowed him access to her warm thigh as he massaged her nylon-covered leg even higher.  
Wanda pushed his hand away and whispered, “Bill!  Stop, the driver can see us.”

As if on cue, the partition between the driver and the back seat went up, obscuring them
from view.    If the driver had been able to see, he would have seen two people who were
like teenagers at a drive-in movie making out.  They took full advantage of the spacious
back seat to stretch out.  His hands roamed up her sides and found the fullness of her
breasts.  Wanda bit her lowered lip as she wanted to say stop but the words were trapped
in her throat.  Bill kissed her collarbone and down her chest.  Just then, the limo stopped.  
They had arrived at their location.  They pulled themselves together enough to be
collected when the driver held the door for them.  There was something about that night,
something special, something that was like they were on their honeymoon all over again.  
William teased her, “It’s a good thing I didn’t make reservations at that resort in the Pocono’
s for this weekend.  You probably wouldn’t have let me out of that heart-shaped bathtub
until my skin looked like a prune for two weeks.”

Wanda teased him back, ‘Yeah, you’re right.”

He’d made arrangements for them to have drinks and see a show but it was Wanda who
was distracted.  She didn’t want to share her husband with the world; she wanted to be
alone.  The nightclub was great and the ambiance was romantic but this was their time,
their night, she wanted to go get away from the rest of the world and have some alone
time.  The ride back in the limousine was less intense.  They held hands and Wanda rested
her head on Bill’s shoulder.  He kissed her forehead and let her close her eyes and take a
little nap.  It was going to be a long night so she needed her rest.

Apparently, there had been others who had conspired with Bill on his plan while they were
out because the house had been decorated.  Rose petals lined the stairs and candlelight
cast a glow that illuminated the bedroom.  She would have been happy to just watch a
movie and relax for the rest of the evening but Bill had other plans in mind.

There was a Victoria’s Secret box on the bed this time and Wanda had to wonder when he
had done all this shopping without her knowing it.  This time, he opened the box for her
and held up a beautiful nightgown in red silk and satin.  “Are you going to model this for
me?”  Wanda excused herself to the bathroom and returned in her new nightie.  Bill was
undressed and sitting up in bed.  She did a little twirl again and showed off her sexy new
lingerie.

Bill could feel his nature rise and his temperature was elevated.  He was determined to
have the stamina and endurance of a man half his age on this night for no other reason
other than to give indescribable pleasure to his wife.  Wanda felt like a school-girl, nervous
and excited.  She sat on the edge of the bed next to him, unsure of what to do, of what
plans he had for her in mind.

Nature was to take its course.  He pulled her close and kissed her again.  Rolling her over,
he lay his body on hers and heard her moan softly as he began painting kisses up and
down her neck.  “Happy anniversary babe, I just want you to know that I want you as much
today as I did almost 30 years ago.”  For all the practical jokes, for all the times when
Wanda had been exasperated and drained from his outrageous actions, for all the times
she wanted to put her hands around his neck and choke him for his outlandish pranks,
there were times like these, when he was being so sweet and thoughtful, that she just
melted.

He took his time.  He treated her body like a sumptuous dessert and he devoured every
morsel slowly.  He took great pride in hearing her sounds of pleasure as he played her
body like a fine tuned instrument.  Like a fine wine that gets better with age, their
lovemaking had been perfected with the passage of time.  He knew her spots, she knew
what drove him crazy.  Of course, Wanda returned the favor.  It was only her pleasure to
make sure that Bill felt her desire with every kiss, every caress.

The scent of vanilla filled the room as he began kissing his way down her body.  He slid the
straps of her nightgown down and began sucking her hardened nipples.  Wanda moaned,
grabbing his head in her soft hands and caressing his head.  He kissed his way down her
body, licking her tummy and further down still.  She slid her gown up her legs and William
stared at her pussy.  Her lips opened sensually and seemed to be calling to him.  He
lowered his mouth to her and began gently lapping at her flowing juices.  His tongue softly
licked her sweetness from front to back, tasting her honey and savoring her flavor.  His
tongue circled her clit, causing Wanda to moan louder and wrap her legs tightly around his
head.  William flicked her sensitive spots softly, making Wanda tremble and squirm.

“William, make love to me, please.”  She was pleading with him, desperate to have him
inside her.  He pulled his briefs down to mid thigh his heart skipped a beat as Wanda
pulled her legs back.  He took the head of his dick and placed it at her hole.  The heat
traveled up his body and Wanda pulled him to her.  Her silky walls grabbed him and pulled
him deeper.  Their cries echoed out into the calm night sky.  He was stroking her hard and
she was meeting each thrust with passion.  Perspiration glowed on their bodies and their
grunts became animal-like.  He braced himself and started working her body, hitting every
spot, every angle.  He was a machine, giving her pleasure like he’d never done before,
experiencing pleasure in ways he’d never known were possible.

Wanda came all over him.  Her body was trembling and her juices were flowing freely.  She
was begging for more, pleading with him not to stop, so William concentrated and kept up
his technique.  Her soft flesh filled his hands.  He couldn’t stop his own orgasm from
overtaking him.  The cum in his nuts boiled up and exploded inside his lady love as she
held him tightly to her body.

Needless to say, the night of their 25th anniversary was one to remember.  It’s true what
they say about true love never growing old.  It gets stronger and deeper but never old.  
And no sooner had the sun risen to greet the happily married couple, Bill was planning on
how he could make their 30th anniversary that much more special.

©2008 Scottie Lowe

Scottie Lowe is the founder, CEO, and the creative driving force behind AfroerotiK, THE
most unique website dedicated to showing the true beauty of Black sexuality in all its many
facets.  AfroerotiK creates customized and personalized erotic stories written from a
decidedly Afrocentric perspective and embraces diversity in sexual expression.  Tired of
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