1. Matilda's lovers


    Date: 12/17/2017, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: magentalips, Source: LushStories

    Winter’s silence has wrapped the house in cold white cotton wool. Fluffy silent snowflakes have tonight isolated even more the brick stable in the middle of its forest of ancient oaks. Cold breaths of the two old horses next door can be heard as the animals settle for the freezing night. The old man opens the old iron wood burner and slips in another piece of fragrant dry pine that he had chopped that afternoon. His wife Matilda had excelled herself with a warming meal on the old kitchen range. Excellent sausages on their soft bed of buttery mashed potato for him and a fresh small trout, cooked to perfection in butter on the pan, for herself. Glasses of white spiced wine are warming the old couple up even more. Naudin looks at his wife of a lifetime and there is the immediate stir of response in his underpants under his thick woollen dressing gown. The love of his life is reading by the wood heater, as she usually does this time of the night. The bright copper curls of her hair continue to defy old age, and shine attractively under the reading lamp with very little grey showing. As Matilda sinks back into the sofa, her thin pale thighs casually part within the folds of her warm dressing gown. Thick lambskin Ugg boots from Australia are keeping her lower legs warm. Naudin smiles at the fact that wife is always nude under her gown. She will slip that gown off with a flourish later, throwing it in his direction with a teasing smile, then slides her soft body under the thick ...
    doona for the long winter night. That is usually his signal to undress quickly to join her, stumbling and fumbling often in his haste. 'Who will I be tonight?' Naudin wonders. After wining and dining in the village on the occasion of his birthday earlier, set among the flowers of spring, Naudin was poised to accept his offered birthday gift back at home. In their extra warm cabin, they had shared a steaming shower together. Then his marvellous Matilda pranced freely around on the floor, like the nubile colt that she once was, her still very sensual body lit only by birthday candles and little light leaking from the woodstove. In all of his life, Naudin never receives a better birthday present than Matilda’s golden body. That landscape may have changed with age with her stomach paunch and drooping breasts, but it is still a magnificent Rubens painting, year after year. His Walzing Matilda now sways ever closer to where Naudin is sitting on the sofa near the fire, stripped and ready for his present. As usual, this present is her love triangle, full, white and soft, that is proud of its fine growth of curls that are still preciously the colour of pale gold. The flesh folds to form its slit at the downward point of the triangle to make Naudin’s own gateway to heaven. He doesn’t need to go to heaven when he dies, as he has had the pleasure of being there many, many times already. He now tenderly kisses that embroidery of fine golden hair decorating his gate, and then breathes in deep ...
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