NSFW Story [#33 of 100 Days of Sex]

What would you do if you had 90 minutes to live? I watched a film recently called ‘The Angriest Man in New York’ about a man who had a brain aneurysm and his doctor told him he had just 90 minutes to live. It inspired me to write a story based on the man and his last 90 minutes.

He sat in the plastic chair in the corner of the bleek room, processing what he had just heard. “I’m afraid we found a brain aneurysm and predict you have approximately 90 minutes until it reaches one of the main arteries in your brain. We have to admit you to the hospital immediately to make you as comfortable as we can.” the words swirled in his mind, over and over until the anger rose within him, he stood up from the chair. “90 fucking minutes? Are you kidding me?” the doctor looked shocked at the outburst from his patient, but that soon turned into compassion and tried to reply with a calm ‘try to keep your blood pressure down, that won’t do you any good’. The only response he could manage was a quiet “well, I’m dying anyway right? What’s the point?”

He walked out of the doctors room, with the fading sounds of the doctor shouting after him to get to a hospital. There was no way he was going to admit himself, if he really did have 90 minutes left to live he certainly wasn’t going to spend it in a hospital bed covered in wires and machines that were slowly counting his dying heart beat until his final breath was to be had. He started to jog down the street, unsure of where he was going, he stopped at the end of the street and looked around. He should have been thinking about everything – his family, he daughters, his friends, but instead his mind drew a blank. He thought of .. nothing. Nothing except the sounds of the cars passing him by, the yapping dog that was being pulled away from him by their owner, the cool autumn breeze that whipped his face and the beautiful orange sun hovering on the horizon. Looking at the beauty before him reminded him of his wife, the rock that has been with him for the last 27 years, the woman that helped him produce two intelligent and beautiful daughters and the one who he wanted to be with at this moment.

He started to jog down the street again, past the golden trees with their leaves falling in the wind, dancing down toward the cracked pavement and littering it the with reds, browns and greens of the leaves. He wondered why he had never done this before, not just the jogging but the feeling. Feeling the world around him and really looking. The world had so much beauty, even the smallest green bush has a wilderness of life, the one flower that has managed to blossom inside of it, attracting the honey bee to it to be able to pollinate and continue it’s life. It only took him 4 minutes to reach his front door, the deep red wood illuminated with the autumn sunlight cascading through the buildings. He reached for his keys and opened the door, inhaling a deep breath of the air before entering his home. His wife called from the living room a familiar “Good day at work hun?” he smiled at the sound of her soft voice, taking his coat off, he walked toward her. He stood in the door way of the living room and gazed upon her. She was sat on the cream sofa, curled up into a ball nursing a cup of tea whilst reading her favourite book, he had lost count of the amount of times he had witnessed her reading ‘Alice in Wonderland’. Her brown her hair was swept back into a pony tail with just a few whisps hanging down by her face, wearing her comfiest sweatpants and big cozy socks to keep her warm on this chilly day. The fire crackled in the fireplace and produced a romantic glow over the room as the light began to fade outside.

Her eyes strayed from the well-read book and landed on her husband, a smile beamed across her face and her eyes lit up – he had never gotten tired of seeing this look. He walked over to her and kneeled on the floor, wrapping his arms around her and kissed her rosy lips. He moved her cup of tea onto the coffee table and her book lay open next to it. She gave a quizzicle look at her husband and he hugged her “Hey, is everything OK?” she sensed something was off with him, but instead of telling her right away, he simply answered “I just love you so much.”  he swung her legs so they were poised around him, he continued to kiss her, growing more and more passionately as the minutes passed. She was only too happy to comply, and reached up to take her hair down. He stopped her before she could and told her that he wanted to see her beautiful face, to leave her hair up this time. The smiled returned and she nodded, moving her hands to the back of his head and running them through his hair. He closed his eyes and tingles ran over his skin, he loved when she did this to him, it gave him a feeling of bliss and calm. His hands wandered under her fleece jumper until he found her breasts, they were so warm and inviting and he continued to fondle with them as she moaned. Her hands started to undo his tie, and then his shirt, she ran them down his bare chest and flicked open the top button of his trousers, she now had a glint in her eye and looked at him with fire and passion. His hands met the hemline of her sweatpants and gave them a sharp tug so they were under her arse and available to slip off. She gave a short yelp followed by a giggle at the quick movement then joined him on the floor, pushing back onto the rug they had just bought from Ikea – the fluffy type which is perfect for rolling around on, not that they had that in mind at the store.

His hands explored her bare legs, feeling over her pefect skin as she kissed his neck, ears, lips. He could feel the blood pumping within him and felt the bulging erection in his boxers, she had noticed it too as she had begun to grind against it, managing to pull his foreskin back ever so slightly through their thin layer of clothing. She lifted off her jumper and threw it to the other side of the room, she hadn’t been wearing a bra and her breasts bounced around freely, her nipples were erect and he teased them between his fingers, squeezing and pulling at them, wanting her to moan and tilt her head back – which she did, as she had done many a time before. After being with his wife for so many years he knew which buttons to press to get what reactions, he loved the control he could have over her, but she could quite easily do the same to him. The glow from the fire created a perfect light which emphasized the beauty of his wife, as she rubbed against him and her breast moved with her, the light made it look like a scene from a movie. He laid on the new rug and watched her, for this brief moment he had forgotten his ordeal at the doctors just moments ago – instead he was warped into this moment, the one that mattered, and the one he was to remember even if it would be just for an hour more.

He ripped her panties off, to which she looked very surpirsed at, he couldn’t remember the last time he had actually ripped a pair of knickers off of someone. He threw them to land with her jumper and maneuvered himself to slip his boxers off, they were now naked with each other. She had leaned forward so their faces were just centimeteres away and they looked at one another, deep and meaningful. “I love you Charlotte” a tear welled in his eye as she responded with a smile and a “I love you too Robby” they kissed once again and their tongues swirled in their mouths. He moved his penis so the head was inline with her, ready to be taken when she decided, which happened to be right away in this case, she lowered herself onto him, slowly, watching his face change as the sensations flowed through him and the breaths changed between them, she let out a moan as he filled her completely and she lifted herself back up a few times to feel him move against her muscles. She leant forward and he could hear her breathes echo into his ear which only turned him on more, his hips began to thrust upwards to meet hers and match her speed. What seemed like an eternity has passed and the sunlight had now disappeared from outside, he glanced over at the patio door and saw their reflection, it was magnificent to see their sex from a different angle and suggested to his wife to have a look as well. For a few moments they watched themselves have sex in the reflection until they concentrated back on their own point of views. He could feel himself coming to the beginning of his orgasm but wanted her to come as well, he would be devestated if he left her without bringing her to one last sensational climax. With her on top, it was tricky to reach her clit so he opted for the second option. His hand reached to her buttocks and gently drifted toward her arsehole, the other hand moved up her back and gripped onto her pony tail – he was now extremely glad he asked her to leave it in. With a tug of her hair, he was able to get her to arch her back beautifully, she moaned and panted a sweet ‘oh fuck…” as his other hand was circling her hole, teasing her with it, which he knew would only strengthen her pending orgasm. He continued to thrust into her and watch her flushed face grow with pleasure, he slipped in a finger and massaged the walls, her breathing became quicker and the moans grew louder until he could tell she was nearly ready. He had been holding back him orgasm to make sure they would release at the same time. He gave a questioning look toward her which read ‘are you ready?’ She nodded, knowing exactly what he was aiming for.

He quickened every movement ever so slightly, enough to be able to send them over the edge, the thrusting, the massaging, the pulling of her hair, until finally they did. She let out of moan so loud he remembered briefly thinking he as glad their house is detached from any neighbours, just as he exploded within her, tensing his body and feeling his heartbeat race, he held onto his wife after as she collapsed on top of him, them both panting in post-orgasm sweat, he could still feel her clenching round him as her pulses fade. They didn’t rush to clean up, or to start dinner or to even get dressed. Instead they just lay together, on their new rug in front of the dying fire that crackled in the wall. They drifted off into a deep sleep, curled in each others arms on this chilly autumn evening, their heart beats slowing down to a normal rate and their flushed faces fading back to a neutral shade. He began to lightly snore, as he was still on his back, she just giggled and hugged him tighter until they were both asleep. During the night the fire burned out, and his snoring stopped.

Love,

9b8a2-jess

#100daysofsex

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