1 comments/ 12484 views/ 0 favorites Halloween Tryst By: serenitychick Halloween night. The first time in a long time that I had an actual costume and not something thrown together from the depths of my closet, a costume I had handmade no less and not simply bought at the store. Regardless of how many compliments I was receiving I was still feeling unsure of myself, as I always did in skirts, although this one was much shorter than I was used to and therefore a source of great nervousness. When my husband, my best friend and I arrived we did our part to help set up the party, being thrown by the close-knit group of friends I belong to, but there wasn't much to be done and we were soon slamming back shots of Jaeger and Rockstar, a group trademark, followed by big plastic glasses full of vodka and Sprite. It wasn't long before I was able to relax and felt my 'other side' coming out. People have always said I'm a different person when I've been drinking and it's not a lie. Normally, I take the word 'bitch' as a compliment but when I've had a few drinks, I'm suddenly social and outgoing, a complete transformation. It took only a good song to get my best friend and I on the dance floor and we did everything we could to encourage other people to join us. Though so early in the night, few actually took on that challenge. When the music changed we headed off the dance floor and towards the doors, mutually agreeing it was time for a smoke and a refill. We bypassed the open bar, however, knowing there were two half gallons each of vodka and whiskey (the top shelf stuff and not the cheap crap being served to the party) in the back of my truck. Since neither of us was planning on staying sober enough to drive home that night we'd also loaded up a futon mattress in the bed along with enough pillows & blankets to turn the canopy covering the truck bed into a mobile bedroom. Moving from the dance floor to outside always takes a while, greeting people and making the rounds through the crowd. By the time we finally stepped outside the door my skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat and I was on the verge of overheating. But after a quick glance through the crowd milling about on the sidewalk the temperature of my body suddenly plummeted. Standing among a crowd of people, most of whom I knew, was one of two people I wasn't expecting to see there that night. And I had no idea how to react to either the sudden and immediate turn on I felt nor to the strong urge I had to change my outfit that instant. Jared and I had met a few months prior at a smaller party, something casual that had erupted into an intense night of flirting and sexual tension. My husband had been off having his own fun with the hosts of the party and I was left to push Jared's limits as far as he'd let me. His being with someone at the time that wasn't as open as my husband and I were made things restricted but no less fun. My shock at his being at our Halloween party stemmed from a series of incidents in the week or so prior; beginning with his getting in contact with me to let me know he was now single and ending with his somewhat vague and unconfirmed plans for that very night. I met his eyes but did not approach him, instead standing with my best friend as my husband lit me a cigarette, he had seen Jared as well and I could only shrug to his searching glance. Within a moment or two the two groups merged and I was suddenly standing beside him doing my best to remain cool when the only thing I wanted to do was to rip off his clothes. Greetings were exchanged and I asked him how he'd known about the party, finding out that he was acquainted with the head of our party-throwing group. Being explained who Art was and what he did was a great source of amusement for me and thankfully it broke my nerves... Most of them any way. Assuring Jared that any party Art threw, especially in the name of our group, would include me, I found myself relaxing. Needing a moment with my girl, I used the need of a refill as an excuse and dragged her away towards the parking lot. My husband followed and explained to both of them that I had had no idea that Jared was going to be there that night. I'm still not sure if either of them believed me. After refilling our cups we headed back to the group, I found myself standing beside Jared again and began teasing him about his not having a drink. Before I knew it I was agreeing to escort him inside to find the bar, my interest in the trip inside, however, stemmed more from having a moment or two with him away from watching eyes than anything else. We acquired him a drink and stood inside for a moment or two, discussing how strange it was that he ended up there and I found myself being subjected to his teasing. While not at all a turnoff, it's a position that I'm not used to and a strange experience for me. We discussed my rules -- the opportunities that I have to play with others as a mutual agreement with my husband. Jared kept asking me about the other girls at the party and if I'd be jealous if he went that direction instead. I answered quite honestly that I wouldn't have minded although I didn't explain the questions were killing the fantasy I had of pulling him into a broom closet somewhere. Although him kissing me at that moment did restore it a little bit. We made it back outside and I found my best friend, making a few calls to try and acquire us more E -- the two pills we had to split between the three of us wouldn't cut it. I teased Jared about giving him some, even though I had no idea if he enjoyed to party that way or not, but the calls were fruitless; no more pills to be had. Parting ways with Jared, my best friend and I went into the smoking tent to sit down for a while and talk. While at first we were alone in the tent soon it was filled with friends and we were laughing and discussing each other's costumes. Jared ended up in the chair beside me and he joined the conversation of costumes explaining how he'd like to dress up as a favorite character of mine from an old TV show. I did a mental double take at this mental picture and the thought of him dressed up like that only made me more wet. This is normally not an issue but I was not wearing panties that night and it made things interesting to say the least. I instantly pictured myself taking off those suspenders in order to take off his shirt and likely made the mistake of agreeing to this costume and its awesomeness. Myself, my best friend and my husband left the tent soon afterwards and took a short walk away to start spicing up our night. He took a whole tablet, she and I each took a half and we all capped them off with an Adderall as well. I kissed my husband good-bye and she and I went back inside to the dance floor; there's almost nothing better than losing yourself to good music when the effects kick in. This time, we were much more successful at getting others to join us on the dance floor and after a while Jared joined in. He pulled me close and we began to move in sync, hips rotating together to the music. He commented as such, that it didn't take long for us to find that matching rhythm and I could do nothing more than agree. Little did he know that it was what turned me on most, dancing with him like that. I was nearly shaking and had to be very careful not to trip over myself for a while. The thoughts running through my head had little to do with the music or the people I was conversing and interacting with. Instead they had everything to do with remembering the night that he and I had met, the way he'd kissed me and a strict conversation with myself to get a grip. Rather than molest him right there on the dance floor, which I very nearly did, I excused myself for a smoke, a drink and some desperately needed fresh air. Purposely I distracted myself with other friends & other flirting, trying to calm my libido down as much as I could. But all the while I was somehow hyper aware of his presence. I practically molested a mutual friend for his gum and once I had won the battle I knew that the drugs had taken over both my senses and better judgment. When Jared slipped away from the group and walked around the building's corner, I couldn't help but follow him. Because of my inebriated state I'm not sure how we went from kissing to him on the steps and his cock in my mouth but I wasn't (am still am not) complaining. Even half hard his cock is nice and thick and as I sucked him deeper into my mouth I couldn't help but picture it rock hard and sliding into me. He must have had the same thought because we were soon up the stairs and on the empty balcony. Knowing everyone we'd left behind was way to fucked up to really realize we were missing from the group he bent me over and lifted my skirt. But I wasn't happy with that position so he got a nearby deck chair and took a seat. Facing away from him, I guided his cock inside of me and shuddered at the feeling. Sliding up and down on his shaft, combined with my own anticipation of the moment and it wasn't long before a small but powerful orgasm flooded through me. It was either bite my lip or get way too loud for our current situation and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth didn't hinder my state at all. But as much as I enjoyed riding him there was a familiar voice approaching and he stood up, putting his cock away just as my husband came up the stairs to join us. Not that we would have been in any trouble but Jared and I had talked about this already; my husband is very bi and Jared is not. Which makes things a little more difficult than if it would be the three of us playing together. Jared had mentioned he might be interested in it in the future but I wasn't about to push him into something he wasn't ready for; I told him I would let him go down that road when he was ready. What I hadn't expected was for the situation to present itself so quickly or for his reaction to it. The three of us stood on that balcony, an arm of each of them around me when Jared dropped to his knees and took my husband's cock in his mouth. I watched his head move and the reaction of my husband and if I had been wearing panties they would have soaked at that moment. It was only a moment or two but it was enough to give his mouth the taste of my husband's cock, something I took great pleasure in tasting when he was back on his feet. Then my husband was on his knees and sucking Jared's cock, although Jared was at first nervous that he would taste me on his cock, I knew he would not, he was too far gone. I kissed him again asked him about my husband's cock sucking abilities and took a selfish sense of pleasure to hear he wasn't better than I was in Jared's opinion, something I'd been told before. Things might have gone further but a friend with a very bad sense of timing came around the corner and my husband had to go down the stairs to talk to him. I wanted nothing more than to take Jared back to the truck, to hell with the fact my husband hadn't found someone to play with, to hell with if anyone noticed or not. Watching him push his own limits had gotten me hot, almost as hot as feeling his cock inside me. It's been over a week since Halloween night & I haven't seen Jared again. It's not stopped my imagination or my husband's. He now whispers to me how much he'd be turned on to come home one night from work and find the two of us fucking, sometimes he pictures himself just watching and other times joining in. Chances are it will be a while before any fantasies of his or mine are fulfilled but I know it will live up to the anticipation; If he's rock hard and inside me, I won't be able not to cum. The thought of fucking him, tasting him and perhaps watching him with my husband will keep me very horny and more than slightly frustrated until then. Halloween Tryst Halloween is traditionally a time for ghouls and goblins and all other mystical creatures to celebrate. For many years and in many cultures, it was both a night to be feared and a night to be celebrated. In the last century, the forces of good and evil, of chaos and order got together and all of them shared one single thought "What the fuck happened?" No longer was there the mystical, other-worldly connection to the day. Now it was more about kids getting candy and dressing up like vampires and witches and superheroes and Richard Nixon. So, they all made a pact. Beginning at 12:01 AM on October 31st and ending at midnight the same day, all supernatural creatures would spend 1 day as mortals. If the humans could assume their guise, the creatures of the night would return to the human guises they had once known. No more mummies, vampires, werewolves, zombies or ghouls. Just ordinary mortals who were able to enjoy 1 brief day as human, doing whatever it is that humans do. Jack met her at a jazz club in Harlem in 1923. She was sitting there in a lovely dress, her raven hair worn long, which was not in style at the time. Something about this young woman called to him. He did not resist the call, he allowed himself to be summoned to her side. When he first looked at her, he was sure he was hallucinating or drunk, although he hadn't touched a drop. It appeared as if the woman had blazing red eyes. He blinked again and they were brown, deep, rich and soulful. "I had to come over," he said to her in the deep, rich timbre which had gotten him work in radio. "It was almost as if I felt you calling to me." "Perhaps I did, who can say?" The woman said as she faced Jack. She had an ethereal beauty, with skin as pale as porcelain and a slim, lovely figure. She had incredible legs and her skirt was scandalously short, almost as if she didn't care about other people's opinion. "I'm Satin and you are the most attractive man I've seen tonight. You seem to have an -- animal magnetism and I'm so glad you came over, Mister ...?" "Wolfe, Jack Wolfe," Jack said, giving her the name he was currently using. "Satin?" "I gave up my last name years ago," Satin answered as he sat down beside her. "I have few friends and those that do know me, know me simply as -- Satin," she told him. "Tell me about yourself Jack, I don't meet many men who pique my interest." For reasons of his own, Jack had limited his dalliances as well. He had no idea why Satin seemed to be able to draw him out, to make him comfortable. It had been years since he had felt this comfortable around a woman. He told her about his career and his roots, leaving out a few small details he didn't believe were necessary. "I love entertainment, I love these new `movies' and I go to the theatre whenever I can," Satin enthused as she ordered herself a Bloody Mary. "I even saw Sarah Bernhardt perform one time." Jack looked at her and cocked his head to one side. "I must have been towards the end of her career or you must have been very young at the time," he grinned, showing off a perfect set of white teeth. "I'm -- older than I look," Sarah smiled as the music began to play. "I love this song; it's a beautiful melody, almost haunting." Jack couldn't have phrased it better himself. Satin placed her hand on top of his and it felt as if it belonged there. In the space of less than 1 hour, Jack knew he had found a soul mate. Someone to help ease the loneliness. He would be with her for as long as he could and give as much of himself as he was able. Satin looked at him and smiled and somehow, he knew that she would understand the pain that he had carried with him for all of these years. He and Satin stayed until the club closed, somewhere after 2 in the morning. "Would you like to go for a walk?" She asked him. "It's a beautiful night. I have an affinity for the night," she said. "You aren't worried about the neighborhood?" "Do I look worried?" She smiled. "I assure you, I can take care of myself. Last night was a full moon. I do love a full moon." "It's not my thing," he told her. "I find the days after a full moon so much more liberating, everything is possible." They walked, her arm in his and talked. Satin was from "around", much as Jack was. Jack was in love and he knew it. He had always been as honest as he could but something in Satin's demeanor told him that he could unburden his soul. She asked him straight-out if he wanted to go back to her flat and make love. He did, more than anything, but he shook his head. "I know it will sound crazy, but -- I can't," he told her. "I didn't bring protection and I dare not risk getting you pregnant. Even crazier, I'm in love with you and I wouldn't want you carrying my burden," he sighed deeply. Satin looked at him again and once again, he was sure her eyes blazed with a red fire. "I want to carry your burdens, to be with you. I want your warmth next to mine, I feel it too. We belong together, why can't we make that happen?" Jack looked at his new love and said in total candor "Because I'm a werewolf and don't want to pass along the curse." Jack thought that Satin would laugh at his lunacy or run away -- something. Her reaction wholly surprised him. She kissed him with a pent-up fury he had never felt from any woman, like she had been holding it in for years. "I understand," she told him when they breathlessly broke the kiss. "I understand and at last, after all this time, I have found someone who might understand me." Before Jack could ask what she was talking about, she smiled even broader -- to reveal a gleaming white set of fangs and once again, her eyes blazed red - blood red. "You're a vampire?" He gasped. "I don't ..." Satin practically jumped into his arms and held him tight, almost enough to crack his ribs. "I had this curse forced on me almost 150 years ago. My family came over to the New World and sadly, so did various other creatures, trying to escape being hunted down. The creature slaughtered my entire family and left me for dead. Only, I was not dead. I was forced to walk the earth as this creature you see before you. I decided I would do the best I could to lead the life I should have. I only take what I need, often from animals. I have only killed once and that vile human was trying to rape me -- he deserved it. I keep to myself and have `reinvented' myself several times over the years. I look at you, my love, and I feel you understand," Satin sighed as she looked up at Jack. "Yeah," he nodded. "Mine is a family curse, passed down from my grandfather. Our race ages very slowly, I'm almost 150 and don't look much over 35," he said. "I can't believe it, you're older than I am but you look ..." With a warm smile that made him feel less alone, Satin put a finger to his lips. "It isn't nice to talk about a woman's age, my darling Jack." They kissed again and started to walk again. "I can't get pregnant, you know that," she told him. "Yes, but strange things happen and vampires and werewolves are supposed to be mortal enemies," Jack said. "I will never be your enemy, you will always belong to my heart," Satin said and they kissed again and again. "I want to make love to you, with all the soul that is left in me." Jack had a flash that warmed him deeply. "We can make that happen, Satin," he almost jumped with joy. "We can be lovers, at least for one night. Do you know what happens on the beginning of October 31st?" Satin's huge smile indicated that she did know. "That's only three weeks away," he told her. "We'll be mortals with no curse, no afflictions. We can be together, make love until we can't walk, walk in the sunlight and be a normal couple for that day," Jack enthused. "I want to share that day with you, do we have a date?" Satin nodded her head and smiled. "We do. Meanwhile, it's still dark outside and will be for another three hours. Buy a girl a cup of coffee?" Jack teased her. "Vampires drink coffee?" "This one does," she laughed. "A lot of the legends about vampires are just that -- old-world legends. I've seen my face in a mirror lots of time and I've had my picture taken," she grinned. "I assume the same is true of werewolves." "Yes, one of my relatives even thinks that lycanthropy might be a virus and is developing a vaccine," Jack told her as they walked to a nearby diner. "I am also not a mindless beast under a full moon, I've worked hard and can maintain some control." "As can I," Satin told him as they neared the diner. "It is far easier to kill randomly than to find ways to curb the lusts. I am in control of my destiny," she said. "No, now it's we," Jack said, giving her one last kiss before they went inside. His coffee, steak and eggs were the best foodstuffs he had ever tasted. The two lovers agreed to wait until that evening to meet again. To Jack, it was the hardest three weeks of his life. Only his work with the police and the FBI helped keep his mind off Satin. With his keen sense of smell and heightened senses, plus a mind honed by 150 years of knowledge, Jack had proved invaluable in helping them catch several bank robbers and gangsters. Only 4 men outside of Jack's immediate family knew of his affliction. Those men were the Commissioner of Police, the Chief of Police, a contact with the police force that could be trusted 100% and one other man. That man was Calvin Coolidge, the President of the United States. As he often aided the government in places they dared not go, Jack's "condition" was always made aware to them. So far, Jack's favorite president had been Theodore Roosevelt. He had not treated Jack as a curiosity, but as a valued friend and asset. When they met early at the Waldorf-Astoria, his paramour was impressed. He had rented them the most lavish suite available. "I have a good job," he told her with a smile. "Plus, when you've walked the earth for 150 years, you tend to have a lot of money saved," he chuckled. She laughed with him, as she was almost as wealthy as John Jacob Astor himself. "You cut your hair," she said, running her fingers through his chestnut locks. "It looks good on you." "It will start growing rapidly again tomorrow," he sighed. "You look -- different," he said as he looked her over as well. It wasn't just the glamorous dress, something had changed. "My pallor," she told him. "I'm not as white and look," she smiled at Jack. Her eyes were neither brown nor red -- but an incredible shade of green. He held her close and kissed her until they were melting together. "Bed?" She asked with a wink. "No, not yet," he grinned. "I want to buy you breakfast and then walk around New York for a while. I want to share the daylight with my girl and have lunch and dinner, then we'll make love," he told her. That's what they did. Satin had almost always spent this day alone, sometimes with friends who knew her secret, but rarely. Today, she had been granted a blessing. Her curse had been lifted and she could enjoy precious life for one more day with a man she loved. Food tasted wonderful and they spent time listening to music and seeing the sights. Back at their hotel, when the sun went down, the two lovers went into lover's clinch that felt like they would never see each other again. Jack made tender, sweet love to Satin like it was her first time. She whimpered and beat her fists on the bed. He smiled, knowing that if she had been at her full strength, she very well could have destroyed the bed. When they fucked, neither of them held back. Her nails dug into his flesh and Jack felt pain, but it was a different kind of pain. It was a pain borne of passion and he let himself feel every second of it. They made love until midnight and as November 1st started, they ordered champagne and caviar. "I'm going to miss that," Satin sighed as she sipped her drink. "I haven't felt that much emotion in over 50 years," she said to her smiling Jack. "I am not going anywhere," Jack said and he kissed her. "We may only have our moments together, but we can be together in our hearts, have dinner, drinks and go to clubs. Once a year, just like a normal couple, we will have our anniversary. We'll pick a spot and make it special, just like today was. Of course, that's all up to you," he said as he lifted his glass. She clinked hers to his and they sealed the deal. They both spent the day in bed with the blinds drawn. When night came, he took her back to that same jazz club and they acted like a couple in love -- which they were. Time came and their lives always intersected. Jack did work for the newly-minted FBI and he found another Roosevelt he liked, FDR, who he trusted. When the war came, he enlisted and his "skills" put the end to more than one Nazi spy. Loving and trusting her man, Satin also signed on and used skills to ferret out traitors and informants. Her kill count went up, but in 1945, after the war had ended, Jack was able to make sense of it all. "It was war, my darling," he told her during their Halloween assignation. "We did what had to be done and we're still alive and I still love you." They made love very tenderly that night and Jack wasn't sure, but he thought he saw her crying. In some ways, even despite the curse, she was still very much a gentle soul who did not relish harming a fellow human being. The 1950's were a terrible time for Satin. Jack's work for the FBI, the police and the President made him beyond reproach, but the same was not true for his love. Because of her intentionally "Bohemian" lifestyle and the friends she had made over the years, she was called up before HUAC -- the House Committee on Un-American Activities -- and asked to testify. She flat-out refused and was threatened several times. In her beloved's arms that night, she broke his heart. "I've walked this earth for nearly 200 years, my love," she said as he held her. "Yet in recent weeks, I have seen some of the most despicable acts done in the name of patriotism," she said. "You and I worked tirelessly during the war and this is the thanks I get. Jack, I'm leaving America and I won't be back, not for a long while, if ever. Come with me." "To where?" "Anywhere, although I was thinking Paris," Satin smiled as she ran her fingers along his thigh. His cock began to stir again. "I have history there and can enjoy the cafes." "I can't," he shook his head. "I have a life here too, friends and relatives. My work is here. I can't live without you Satin, what will we do?" She poked his chest. "You will never be without me. 30 years ago, I told you that you belonged to my heart. You always will and with airline flights improving all of the time, well, October 31st in Paris is an interesting concept." They nodded and made love again, although Jack's heart already ached from missing her so. He never missed, not once. The nights after the 31st were sweeter and Jack loved the French countryside, where he could be free and hunt. Europe seemed to accept oddities. He was surprised to discover that Satin was fluent in French. "My family came over from France, my love," she laughed. "Did I never tell you that, mon coeur?" He shook his head and was surprised that even after 30-plus years, she could still surprise him. In the 1960's, Satin lived in England and traveled Europe. In London in the mid-1960's, he held her hand. "We've been apart for too long, my darling," he told her and slipped a ring on her finger. "We might never be a conventional couple, but we must be a couple. We will find someone to marry us ..." He knew that his bride could never be married in a church "... and you are coming back to New York with me, where you belong." Jack didn't even have to look at Satin to know she had accepted. "When?" She asked. "When do you want to do it?" A crooked smile came over his face. "When do you think, my love?" So it came to pass, on Monday, October 31st, 1966, Jack Lupus (as he was calling himself by then) married Satin. "Satin Lupus?" She giggled, crinkling up her face at him. It had been over 40 years and that face had gone unmarred by time. He had aged a bit, there was a touch of gray at his dark temples. Satin had told him it made him look distinguished. "Get used to it, you'll be using it for a while," he smiled as he took his bride to lunch at Tavern on the Green. This was the best day of his life, topping even the day he had met his new wife. All was possible and the world was changing around them. He knew the world would never be perfect, but men like Martin Luther King were trying to facilitate change, real change. With Satin by his side, Jack knew he would always be happy. It took Jack a few years to acclimate to living with someone. He had avoided intimacy for so long and had few close friends. Yet after sundown each evening, his bride woke up, had dinner with him, watched television, went to the movies and they still found jazz clubs they both liked. Once in a while, they risked it -- making love. Over the years, nothing had happened. "Happy Anniversary, darling," Jack smiled as his wife walked up to the hotel to meet him. Seeing no one was around, Satin indulged in a bit of PDA. "Happy anniversary to you too, you handsome devil," she said, biting his bottom lip playfully. "Can you believe it's been 90 years?" "Nope, feels like yesterday," Jack laughed. "Although I do have a smidgen more gray. So, how was Paris?" His wife still continued to own property in Paris, where several of her friends lived. All knew and accepted her for who and what she was. Jack knew some were likely lovers, but he put no limits on her, much as she had done for him. Rules were not for such as they. "Lonely without my husband," Satin lifted his spirits. She shook her head. "I still can't get used to saying that after all these years ... husband," she smiled. "I love hearing it, ready to enjoy our day?" Jack smiled as her took her hand. They went to a Broadway show, they had wonderful breakfast, lunch and dinner and they revisited places and shared memories of years and friends long passed. Satin emerged from the bedroom in the sexiest lingerie Jack had ever seen. 90 years and she still made him crazy. "I do love the lingerie shops in Paris," Satin smiled. She still pronounced it "Pair-Eee". "I hope you're ready to get fucked handsome, we've got almost 5 hours to exhaust each other," she laughed gaily as she jumped into bed. "We haven't managed that yet, have we?" Jack said as his wife began ripping his shirt from his chest. "It's a good thing we're both stinking rich, you manage to ruin at least one shirt every anniversary," he laughed. "Can I help it if pent-up lust makes me a bit of a slut?" Satin panted as she began raking her nails down his skin while following it her tongue. Jack had not been a monk in his time on this earth, but from the day of their meeting, their souls had connected. His Satin knew everything on earth it took to get him feverish. Her mouth was around his cock and she was sucking on it like a ... well, she knew and he knew. He didn't want to cum, but the waiting had been so difficult. "Don't worry baby, I know my husband is the most virile being on the planet," Satin said as she stood up and did a little dance for him. She had actually danced at the Folies Bergere while living in Paris. Both of them had led lives that would have made for a great novel. After his delightful bride had succeeded in arousing him, she demanded like treatment. She got it after removing her lingerie and setting her pussy over his face. Jack knew every inch of her body and noticed that this year, she had shaved. He ate her cunt until she went into the throes of orgasm and fell away from him. "Oh darling, I will never get tired of that or of making love to my husband," Satin sighed. "I'm going to keep on saying that until it sinks in -- husband, husband, husband," she smiled. Halloween Tryst "It hasn't by now?" He teased. "Okay, wife, wife, wife, get on top of me and we'll make love in your favorite way." "Okay, we know yourfavorite way," she teased and made the obvious joke. Jack rolled his eyes. "You've made that joke for, HOW many years now?" He groaned. "90, I figured why ruin another tradition?" Satin laughed as she got on top. She moved her body with a vigor few women possessed, let alone a woman well over 200 years old. Her "younger" husband was the only man who could keep up with her and his cock, his fucking hard cock, it felt so good inside of her. It seemed to burn her insides and she never got tired of that feeling. Only when Jack held her or kissed her or fucked her like this, only at these times did Satin know she was still alive deep down. Theirs was a love that had stood several obstacles and the test of time. Some supreme being had deigned that they were to be together and Satin wasn't going to argue. Life had cursed them both, that much was undeniably true. But here together, on the night of their anniversary, she knew that it had also blessed them both.