Scarlet Suite

My wife Sam and I bought a small, one bedroom cottage in Cornwall. The cottage had one superb feature, within 50 metres of the front door was a secluded beach, you could get from the cottage to the beach without being seen. You could sunbathe and swim naked, no one lived within half a mile of the cottage and there was no nearby footpath or road.

One morning we got a call from Dee, "Eliza has been taken to the hospital, the paramedics think she has had a stroke, if I come and get you, can you come with me to see her?" I said of course we could, twenty minutes later Dee arrived and we went with her in her car to the hospital.

When we arrived a doctor came to see us and told us that the prognosis was not very good, "I am sorry to tell you that the stroke was very big and there is no brain activity, we will give it a few days and then we can make a decision about the future." We went in to see Eliza and she was on a ventilator with lots of wires attached to her body, Dee and Sam held her hand and we all talked quietly to Eliza. We took turns to take a break to get some food and drink through the next two days. On the morning of the third day the doctor came to see us again, "I am afraid to say that there is no sign of any brain activity, we would like to remove the ventilator to see if there are any other signs of life. Dee, you are her next of kin, what do you say?" When Dee said yes to this, we were asked to leave the room.

When we came back, all of the wires and ventilator except for a heart monitor, had been removed from Eliza. She looked so peaceful lying there. She was a real beauty, even in her last hour. We held her hands again and after half an hour the heart beats stopped. Eliza had slipped away. We all cried for this lovely woman who had enriched all of our lives.

In the days that followed, Dee found out that she was Eliz's sole beneficiary, this meant that she inherited all of Eliza's money, which amounted to over £250,000, her cottage and the rest of her property. She decided to sell the cottage and move back to London. There was a lovely funeral where Eliza was remembered very fondly. Our parting was very tearful. Back in London Dee met a man who she fell in love with, his name was Brian, he was fifteen years older than her. She told us that he adored her and made her feel like a princess. They got married eight months after Eliza died. Three months later she was pregnant. Later, she had a baby son they called Peter.

We also had a visit from Kate who told us that she had met a new man called Phil, he was the same age as her. He had moved in with her and she was very happy. She invited us to their wedding and we met her Dad who had spanked her all those years ago. He had a chat with us, he told us that Kate had told him that we had spanked her on her bare bottom. I told him that she had a very nice bottom, he smiled and said that he agreed. Six months later she told us that she was expecting a baby as well, later she told us that she had given birth to a little girl who they had named Bonny.

So, all those friends we had made, who had been a part of our lives for so many years, were happily settled in new lives. We decided to stay where we were in Cornwall. Our cottage was all we felt we needed, we were financially secure and we had each other.

One day I was naked and lying out on the sand on a towel thinking about Sam and the life we had together. She was 18 when we first met, a very innocent, sweet virgin. She was, and remains, a true, natural beauty. I closed my eyes and I pictured her, naked, aged 18. She has never worn make up or shaved. Since our honeymoon she has not worn underwear. I then thought of her as she is now, 54 years later, 72 years old. She is still a true beauty even though there is a little more of her. She has wide hips and EE breasts and she knows how to use her mouth and vagina to make love to me, which we do every day, often twice a day.

I must have fallen asleep because I felt wet warmth around my penis, I kept my eyes closed and I groaned, oh my did I groan. It felt like I was inside Sam's vagina but there were hands on my groins and I could feel myself close to an orgasm. Then the sensation changed, there was weight across my hips. I opened my eyes and, of course, it was Sam. She had lowered herself onto my penis. She smiled at me. "What were you thinking about?" I put my hands on her hips, then I stroked her clitoris. We were both quite still, she squeezed my penis with her vaginal muscles. "Come on, from the feel of you, you were thinking of me, oh you naughty man." I just smiled at her and nodded.

She likes to wear her jewels all the time. I bought her a silver pendant for our 25th anniversary, a pearl necklace for our 30th, a ruby necklace for our 40th, a sapphire pendant for our 45th and a gold sovereign on a chain for our 50th. This all looks fabulous between her breasts. She wears them to bed! I have often told her that I would like to swap places with her jewels so that I can spend a day resting between her bosom.

Then she laid down across my body with my penis still inside her vagina. I put my arms around her and she pressed her breasts into my chest. I whispered to her, "You look fabulous in your jewels. You are my princess, no, you are my queen." I have often thought that Sam has quite a noble look about her. She wears her hair in a plait which makes her look like an eastern queen. She allows me to gently rub skin lotion into her - all over. I love the feel of her skin, front and back and between her legs. Then I spray some of her favourite perfume onto her, just like a palace slave would.

Sam moved her hips backwards and forwards, "There, I am making love to you, you can fondle my breasts." I took her breasts in my hands and gently fondled them, "Can you suckle them as well? I am feeling incredibly turned on right now." I leaned up and suckled her nipples, "Can you suckle a bit harder? Oh yes, that's it, oh my, yes!" As I suckled her, she moved her hips faster, "Oh, here it comes, yes!" She began to breathe harder then I groaned as I spurted into her and she trembled. "Oh my King, you have pleasured your Queen most nobly, have I pleased you, your majesty?"

"Oh yes my Queen," without letting me come out of her, she rolled us onto our sides so we were facing each other with one of her legs over me. I put one of my hands on her bottom and the other round her shoulder and she did the same to me and we just rested there until we dozed off. We woke up a little later, I had slipped out of her. "Let's go and have a swim," I said to her. We got up and ran into the sea, Sam swam for a few minutes then she came over to me and took me in her warm embrace.

"I love you," she said, "I mean really love you. You say the loveliest things to me and you are so gentle with me. Look at us, I have known you for 54 years, I often feel fat and unattractive except when I am with you."

I told her, "I love you very much, really love you."

This is the end of the Cornwall stories. There will be more about our travels. Look at my poems to read more about our life together.