Matt McGraw and his wife were married fifty years. 

​     They hadn't fucked in twenty. 

     They watched the feed from the Arctic together. 

     As they did, Matt reached over and, for the first time in decades, slid his hand between his wife's legs. 

     Juanita undid her husband's belt so that she could pull his pants and underwear to his knees. She took his swollen shaft in her mouth. 

     "Get those jeans off," Matt said.


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