It Was For Science! - Sex Stories

It Was For Science!

... app. It makes data collection so much easier, and I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in no time. My mum's about your age and she has no trouble using one. In fact, she thinks it's one of the best things I've ever bought her. It took a while for her to get used to it, though."

"Thanks Andy, that sounds great. I'd love to try one."

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Hattie carefully cleaned her slight paunch with an alcohol wipe. She wanted to blame her weight gain on 'The Change', but in reality she knew that was only part of the issue. Too much food and not enough movement didn't help. She sighed and placed the patch. Andy had said one of the expected benefits was an increase in energy levels and a lowering of stress hormones. She hoped that was true.

The patch tingled her skin, which made her shiver. 'I hope that's a good sign,' she thought as she buttoned up her blouse.

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"Good night, dear."

"Good night Harold. Sweet dreams." Hattie gave her husband a long kiss and scratched the back of his head, before rolling over.

Harold propped himself up on his elbow and turned on the bedside lamp. "Hattie, have you started the trial?"

She rolled back and touched her husband's cheek. "Well, yes. About a week ago. Andy said I wasn't supposed to discuss it with anyone, as it was for science, but I thought you'd notice the patch eventually."

"Oh. Well, that's good to know." He leaned forward and let the back of his hand lightly skim her nightie covered breast, then kissed her. "I won't ...

... ask anything else about it. Do what you think you need to do. I wouldn't want to corrupt the data."

Hattie sighed at his touch and whispered, "You can do that again, please."

Harold smiled and gently cupped his wife's breast. "You have such lovely orbs, Hattie. They're still as captivating as the day I met you."

"Oh, come now Harold, don't exaggerate," Hattie said, "They're larger and droop more than when I was younger."

"I think they are wonderful. I think you're wonderful. You've aged so gracefully, certainly better than me." He slipped his hand under her nightie, and for the first time in years felt his wife's naked, soft, delightfully smooth breast. "I hope this is ok?"

"Oh, that's nice," she cooed. "Can we do it? It's been so long."

Harold licked his lips and nodded. He stood up and removed his pyjama pants, and Hattie shimmied out of her knickers, then spread her legs and waited for her husband to fulfil his role.

"Just give me a minute, dear. I'm not quite ready." Harold's penis had gone into shock at the unexpected opportunity and had decided retreat was the best option. He silently cursed his member, trying to stretch it to full size with one hand while running his fingers through Hattie's sparse black tangle. "Hang on, I'm getting there..."

Hattie placed her hands on her stomach and watched her husband frantically stretch his manhood. That was a bit puzzling. Previously on their special nights he was able to perform his task admirably, and ...