Silver Pt. 11

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Author's notes: Many thanks to everyone who voted, commented, and left emails regarding Silver Pt. 10! Your kindness and time are very much appreciated! Just a little heads up for everyone; this story contains a bit more descriptive sexual content than usual, so don't be alarmed.

If you happen to be reading this part as a stand alone story, let me quickly fill you in on the characters below:

Marlene is a lawyer and partner in a firm; a beautiful 49 year old woman who was severely abused by her ex-husband. She happened upon Michael, a 54 year old blind man who lost his eyesight at the young age of 28. He is her safe place, her rock, her savior, and the both of them are very much in love. They are also in the midst of planning a wedding.

Misty is a beautiful black Labrador Retriever who happens to be Michael's guide dog. She is very protective of Marlene and has become her constant shadow. She has the ability to put a smile on any person's face, even in their worst of moments, and is quite the con artist when it comes to receiving her nightly bone.

Dianne and Marjie are two beautiful, professional women who work in Marlene's law firm. They both come from very troubled lives and still carry the scars from their past.

Hoping you enjoy the story!

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Slowly stretching across the mattress, my forehead rested into my crossed arms on one side of the bed while my feet dangled over the other. Marlene crept along side of me and lightly traced her long fingernails over my back.

"Mmm, that feels so good," I moaned.

"Handsome, I could do this to you all day," she softly whispered, "It is so relaxing."

We had finished our early morning coffee while sitting at the kitchen table and were beginning a conversation about the wedding. Marlene was dressed in my old flannel shirt and her white silky panties, and me in my usual morning attire, sweat pants and an old ratty shirt. She was getting a bit chilly in the cool kitchen, and occasionally shivered into my arm. I suggested we retire to the bedroom where we could relax and warm up while continuing our conversation.

Her nails trailed along my side until they met the waistband of my underwear. They pulled down the elastic material, tickling the small of my back where it met the top of my skinny butt.

"Oh my god, that feels incredible," I groaned louder.

Marlene giggled as she watched my thighs tighten to the pleasure I was receiving. "So, my handsome Michael, why did you want to talk about the wedding in here and not while sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace?"

"I can think better when I'm horizontal," I murmured into my arms.

"Is that right?" she laughed.

"Yep, I do my best thinking while I'm either on my stomach or on my back!"

"Oh yeah, I've been on the receiving end of your horizontal thinking," Marlene giggled as she slapped me on the butt.

"See what I mean?" I laughed.

"Yes, well, anyway, what are your thoughts regarding the wedding and reception at the Franklin Institute?"

"It's the perfect venue, and by your reactions to the rooftop deck and the planetarium, I believe you would agree."

"Michael, it was magnificent, and each location was simply amazing."

"But I think your reaction to the planetarium was much more, Hmm, what is the word I'm looking for? ecstatic? Yes, you seemed more ecstatic and overwhelmed by the planetarium."

"Handsome, it was stunning, and as I said, I had a vivid picture of us standing under that magnificent full moon, exchanging our vows."

"Well, the planetarium would guarantee us a weatherproof location. You know how unpredictable the September Philadelphia area weather can be. I mean, hurricanes, thunderstorms, or the standard five straight days of rain; you just can't guarantee anything."

"You're certainly right there," Marlene thought out loud as her hand reached beneath my Jockeys and pinched my left cheek.

"Mmm," I groaned, "I told you I think better when I'm horizontal!"

Marlene giggled as she pulled my undies down and bit my cheek. "Yes, you proved me wrong again!"

"You know, weather permitting, we can still have our pictures taken out on the rooftop deck with the beautiful city as our backdrop."

"Again Handsome, your way of thinking is brilliant!"

"The planetarium then?" I asked, rolling over onto my back and pulling my giggling baby on top of me.

"Yes, the planetarium," she moaned.

Marlene began to wiggle into me as we kissed. Her naked legs felt cold on my skin as our thighs touched. I reached for the throw blanket and pulled it over us.

"Mmm, thank you," she whispered in my ear while planting soft, warm kisses up my neck to the back of my ear. A chill raced through my body and I shook beneath her. Giggling with excitement, she took my earlobe between her lips. "I just can't resist this body of yours," she purred, "But, I'm still a little tender."

"Rough night?" I asked with a grin.

"Yes, it was a rough night; a rough, incredible, mind blowing, orgasmic night!"

"Wow, that good?"

"Michael, as I told you many times before, it gets better every time. I don't know how you do it, but, you do."

Marlene slipped from under the blanket, telling me not to go anywhere as she moved from the bed. I heard my dresser drawer slide open and the sound of objects being moved before softly closing. The mattress dipped as Marlene climbed back up and nestled into me wearing one less flannel shirt, but adding a tube of KY on my chest.

"We can talk about the wedding while I do my best thinking now," she giggled, tugging my underwear down to my knees.

My cock grew harder as the words left her mouth. I heard the cap to the lube open and the snotty sound of an almost empty bottle being drained. "Hmm, we need to get some more," Marlene said as she briskly rubbed her hands together.

"I'll put that down on our shopping list," I began, my words of sarcasm turning into a long, guttural moan as the feeling of soft, silky hands enveloped my cock.

"I was thinking of asking the girls to be in the wedding party," she commented as her two hands coated the length of my shaft.

Marlene nonchalantly spoke as if we were having a normal conversation at the dinner table. My cock lurched in her hands at the sound of "the girls."

"Strike a nerve?" she giggled.

"A big one," I moaned as her slow strokes continued along my length.

"OK, so, Marjie and Dianne, but I was thinking maybe one or two more," she thought out loud as her one hand gave the head of my cock a slippery squeeze before rolling it around in her palm.

"Oh shit," I groaned as the thought of the two beautiful women in sexy dresses combined with Marlene's extraordinary hands sliding around my ever hardening dick sent me into sensory overload.

"Do you like this, Michael?" she teased. "I haven't done this in so long; I forgot how much I love doing this to you. Your pre-cum is collecting on my hand, Michael; are you going to come soon? Are you going to shoot a big load into the air like you used to? Maybe I'll rub it into my tits again. Oh God, Michael, I love the feel of your cum on my tits. I love to rub it around my nipples. Will you suck them when I'm finished? Will you lick and suck my nipples into that hot mouth of yours? Will you, Michael?"

Marlene increased the pace of her strokes as her seductive verbal teasing sent me into a frenzy.

"Marlene, please..." I moaned, feeling a slight twinge appear between my legs.

"Michael, I want to watch you come. I want to feel your hot cum on my tits; I want you to suck them, Michael; I want to see..."

Marlene didn't finish her last words before the first burst of cum launched from my cock. My cries of pleasure filled the bedroom as the jets of cum continued streaming into the air.

"Oh my god, Michael, yes, yes, it's so beautiful; oh yes, you're still coming, it's so much!"

I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head as my orgasm continued. My head grew lighter as each spurt exited. Marlene's hand kept stroking wildly until the last dribble of cum dripped onto the head.

"Michael, Michael, that was amazing; simply amazing," she exclaimed; "Oh yes, I'm rubbing all of it on my breasts, Michael. It feels so good, so warm, so smooth on my nipples. Oh yes, it makes them so shiny. Mmm, I love your cum, it tastes so good and feels so nice on my tits, on my areolas, on my hard nipples..."

"Marlene, you're driving me crazy," I moaned in heavy breaths, "That was incredible. I didn't think it was ever going to stop."

Marlene's mouth dropped down over my shrinking shaft, cleaning the final dribbles of cum from the head before leaning her body over me. I felt one nipple drift over my lips before being replaced by the second. My scent filled my nostrils as she continued pressing each breast agressively against my mouth.

"Suck them, Michael; lick my tits and make me come," she pleaded.

I opened my mouth and invited the first nipple in with a long lick, pulling it further into my mouth with each long lap of my tongue. My lips formed a tight seal around her breast as my tongue swirled around the beautiful chocolate brown end of her breast.

"Yes, Michael, suck it harder," Marlene moaned as I took as much of her breast in my mouth as I could. "Harder, harder, Michael, yes, yes, harder, I'm so close, so close," she begged.

I reached up and gathered her other nipple between my fingers as I sucked harder. Rolling the slippery nipple between my fingers, I pressed her free breast against my cheek. "Jesus, yes, yes, that's it, just like that," she panted, "Just like that."

I squeezed her nipple as it pressed against the side of my face. Marlene's panties were rubbing furiously against my semi-hard cock as her breathing quickened and her hair fell forward over the top of my head.

"Michael, I'm coming," she whimpered, "I'm coming, yes, Oh god, yes..."

Marlene screamed out as I released the breast in my mouth and quickly drew the other one in. I sucked it hard as Marlene's cries of ecstasy rang out and her body stiffened. She was grinding harder against me as her orgasm continued ripping through her body. "Oh fuck," she screamed as she grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled me harder against her breast. Another orgasm quickly followed and Marlene fell on top of me, no longer able to support her weight.

"Michael, it won't stop," she panted, "It won't stop..."

She rolled off of me, throwing herself onto her back along my side. Her breath was labored as I leaned up and softly stroked her hair. "Are you alright?" I asked as my fingers glided effortlessly through her satin locks. There was no answer, but I could still hear her panting breaths. I pulled the cover over her, just below her breasts.

"Michael... Handsome..."

"Yes?" I sarcastically asked.

"The whole thing... The whole thing was unbelievable, just completely unbelievable..."

Her breathing eventually calmed as I slowly continued playing with her hair. "Are you alright?" I asked once again.

"Oh god yes," she moaned, taking my hand and bringing it to her mouth where she repeatedly kissed it. "Yes, I'm very much alright," she whispered.

"So you were saying, Marjie and Dianne, and who else?" I whispered back as I leaned down and took the closest nipple in my mouth. Shifting my blind eyes up to face her, I gently took her extended nipple between my teeth and tugged it back.

"No, no, Michael, please, I can't take anymore... Uncle, uncle," she screamed as her body trembled beneath me.

I released the nipple and pictured it snapping back to her breast. I repeated my actions on the other nipple, this time giving it a little shake as I drew it back.

"No, no, Michael, please...please...no, I...can't...take... Oh God, no, I'm com...ing...again... Christ no... Please...please...yes...yes..." she screamed in conflicting gasps.

Marlene's back arched upward as she wrapped her arms around my head and forced me hard into her breast. She held her death grip around my head as her body convulsed beneath me. Her body shook uncontrollably as the final and most powerful orgasm descended upon her. The translation of what I said as she held my face in her beautiful breast would have been, "Marlene, I can't breathe," but came out as a mere muffled mumble of nonsense.

"I'm done," she whimpered in a weak voice, "I'm done for the rest of the weekend. No, for the rest of the week..."

Once again, in an unrecognizable sentence, I pleaded for her to release her stronghold on my head and neck.

"Michael, I'm sorry," she panted as her constricting grip eased. I lifted my face and took in a long breath. "You almost killed me, Sweetheart," I coughed, my cough soon turning into a laugh.

"I almost killed you?" she asked in an incredulous voice, "I thought I saw my life pass before me..."

continuing to laugh, I leaned up and kissed her soft on the lips. "Oh no, you get away, I can't even feel myself."

I gave her one last wet, loud smooch before falling backward into the mattress. Marlene laid there motionless as I gazed up to the ceiling once again. "Still nothing," I thought before lifting from the bed and making my way into the shower.

The pulsing water pounded between my shoulderblades. Leaning my head back, the warm jets of water wet my hair while massaging my scalp. I stood there for a good half hour, rotating between my back and head. Before the water began to lose it's heat, I washed and rinsed, then washed and rinsed again for good measure.

Walking back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, I reached to feel if Marlene was still breathing. She had changed position and was now lying on her side with her knees bent up in the fetal position. I adjusted the soft, warm blanket over her, making sure she was covered from her slight, feminine shoulders, to her dainty feet, tucking them snuggly underneath the soft material. I silently got dressed, put on my sneakers, and brought Misty outside for a run in the yard. The calender had changed to March, but it was just another frigid day in southern New Jersey to me. I hated March; although it was another thirty-one day month, it was easily the longest in my book. It was the month when I could see the light of Spring at the end of the tunnel, but the winter did it's very best to keep it's cold, tight grip on my balls.

"C'mon girl, do you want to go for a walk?" I asked the meandering black Lab.

As soon as Misty heard my words, she raced up the steps of the deck and waited by the door. In my best hand writing, I carefully scribbled a note to Marlene, and taped it to the closest post of the footboard. She would surely see the eight by eleven inch piece of paper and hopefully be able to decipher my print when she read it.

Saddling Misty up in her harness, I put on my heavy coat, gloves, and a hat, and stepped out into the sun filled morning air.

Misty walked by my side as I held the handle of her harness lightly in my hand. Stopping at the corner, she waited until I gave her the command to go. Ten minutes later, we entered our favorite coffee shop and took a seat at our usual table. Misty backed under my seat as best as she could, and I finished the job by sliding her along the tile floor until she was safely out of the way of incoming customers.

"Mike, Meesty," Tommy, the Greek owner exclaimed as he approached us, "Where have you beeen?" he asked in his sometime hard to understand dialect.

"Hey Tommy, we've been busy; how have you been?"

"Ahhh, Mike, you know, the same old sheeeet; it never ends my friend."

Removing my gloves and hat, I ordered a coffee from Tommy before rubbing my hands together to warm them up. The bell on the door jingled as customers came and left, some taking a seat in the cafe, and others grabbing takeout for the road. I had been there for an hour, talking to Tommy and the town locals about the goings on around the neighborhood. The bell jingled again as the door swung open. Misty streaked out from beneath my seat as the sound of high heals kissed the tile floor. The scent of Marlene's sensual perfume wafted through my nostrils, and I felt long fingernails run from the back of my head to the front. "High, Handsome," she purred in my ear, "Coffee without me?" she whispered, her warm breath dancing over my ear.

Leaning my head back, I pursed my lips for a kiss and felt soft, warm, lipstick covered skin press against me. "I thought you were finished with me for the day," I smiled.

"Tommy, can you please get me a coffee?" Marlene asked. Turning back and leaning into me and running her tongue over my lips, she seductively whispered, "I'll never be finished with you, Handsome."

Marlene sat next to me at the table, the flannel shirt replaced with a soft cashmere sweater and skin tight jeans.

"Is this one of the sweaters Santa left you for Christmas?"

"Yes, the hot pink one."

"Jeans?" I asked.

"Black."

"Heels?"

"They're black too!"

"You are going to be the death of me," I moaned.

Marlene giggled at my excitement regarding how she dressed. Her hand rested on my thigh as she leaned into me and planted another soft kiss on my lips. "I love you, Michael."

Marlene pulled out a notebook from her pocketbook as she sipped her coffee and began writing down the names of guests we were planning to invite to our very special day. We also spoke about other people we would like to have as part of the wedding party. She was thinking about adding my daughter Monica, and my sister Rose to her group, and I thought my brother-in-law Matt and my best friend Jimmy would do for my side.

"But, Michael, that is only two men on your side," she said.

"I know, I just wanted to keep it simple. How 'bout if we have a girl on each side of the guys as they walk into the hall?"

"Hmm, that would work... They could walk in first, and we could follow them together!"

"It sounds like a wonderful idea to me," I whispered as I leaned in and kissed her.

"Mmm, that's nice," she whispered as our lips slowly seperated.

We continued adding names to the guest list and discussed the pros and cons whether to have a buffet style or sit-down dinner for the reception.

"Can we call Jessica to let her know we want the Fels Planetarium for September 16th?" Marlene asked with overwhelming excitement.

"Wow, yes, sure, you can call her right now if you would like," I nervously replied, realizing the gorgeous woman sitting next to me was actually going to be my wife!

Marlene grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. "Did anyone ever tell you how sexy you are?"

"Um, yeah, it happens everywhere I go," I grinned. "Sweetheart, I'm just a regular guy."

"Oh no, you are my regular, sexy, sweet, magnificent, lovable guy," she replied as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

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Picking up the phone with a greeting, Marlene's voice seductively spoke, "Hi, Handsome, what are you doing?"

"Just sitting here playing with myself," I responded in a low, manly tone.

"Michael, stop!" she screamed with laughter into the phone; "What are you really doing?"

"I'm downstairs working on a new cat tower."

"Oh geez, be careful; I almost wish I hadn't asked."

"I'm fine, Sweetheart... So, what has you calling and teasing me over the phone this lovely morning?"

"Just calling to say I love you," she giggled, "And also to ask you if you would be interested having dinner with me and the girls this coming Friday night."

"Dinner? The girls?"

"Yes, I wanted to ask Dianne and Marjie if they would like to be in the wedding, and since we still have the gift certificate from the restaurant when we went dancing, I figured we could eat there. Of course we'd go dancing afterwards."