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   Powerless.

   'What are you doing,' my wife, Anne, shouted from the kitchen, when the
lights went out.

   'Nothing.' I replied and looked out the window.  'It's not just us. 
There's no light in the street or in any of the other houses.'

   We had just finished eating.  It was a special day and the kids were
parked at my parents' place until tomorrow.  Actually, the plan was to go
out for dinner, but the snow had been falling heavily all day and traffic
would be murder.  So, we decided to stay home and have a nice dinner and
maybe watch a movie on TV.  That was the plan, but things doesn't always go
as planned.

   'I can't see a thing,' Anne said and I could hear her shuffling her feet
over the kitchen floor, trying to find her way in the darkness.

   'Hold on a second, I'll come and get you.  Just need to light a candle,'
I replied.

   It had been a really romantic candlelight dinner and the candles were
still burning, giving me a little light to follow to the dining room door.
I went in and got one of the candles, then went out into the kitchen.  I
had to walk slowly to avoid putting out the candle.

   'We had an electric torch.  Do you have any idea where it is?' Anne
asked, when I come into the kitchen.

   'I think I used it when I was on the loft to check the chimney.  The
only problem is to determine where I put it afterwards.'

   'It ought to be in the cupboard under the stairs, but I guess it is too
optimistic to believe you put it there,' Anne said sarcastically.

   'We have been married too long,' I replied, 'but it's still worth a try.
Who knows, maybe I have put something in the right place for once.'

   Anne is a very methodical person and if you haven't guess; I'm not.  The
majority of the few arguments we have had in our 20 years of marriage were
based on this fact.

   To our surprise, the torch was in the cupboard.  Arm with torch and
candle, we went hunting for more candles within a few minutes, our
livingroom and the kitchen was lit in flickering candlelight.

   'It's a long time since we have had a power failure.  It never happens
nowadays,' Anne said.

   'I can recall one, but that was before the kids were born.  15 -16
years?'

   'Yes.  It was a summer evening.  We went for a walk, but it wasn't as
dark as it is now.'

   'Let's go for a walk now.' I said.

   'It's cold and the snow is still coming down.' Anne complained.

   'Ops.  The central heating needs power.' I suddenly remembered 'I better
light up the old stove.'

   'Do we have any wood?' Anne asked.

   'I think I got some stored away in the garage for a situation like
this.'

   We lived in an old house and we had never gotten around to take down the
old all-night burner in the livingroom.  It was quite decorative, even
though we never used it.  The old chimney had a mild case of tarry soot and
there was no reason to make it worse.

   I fetched some very dry, old wood in the garage.  It was the remains of
an old apple tree, I had felled some 5 years ago.  It lit up perfectly. 
Soon, the stove was heating up.

   'Now we can go for a walk and come home to a really warm room,' I said.

   'It's still cold,' Anne protested.

   'Tell you what.  I'll rub your back until you're worm, when we get
home,' I replied.  'And it will be really hot here in half an hour.'

   'Okay.  That sounds like too good an offer to turn down.  I give in,'
Anne said resignedly.

   It was great to walk in the darkness.  The snow reflected what little
light there was and made it possible to see a little bit.  It was so
silent. All we could hear was the squeaking sound of our feet in the snow.
The falling snow muffled any other sound.  The traffic-noise was gone too.
We hadn't had snow like this for years and nobody in the right mind would
drive in this kind of weather.

   The power failure apparently covered a very large area.  There was no
electric light to be seen anywhere and the usual glow from the city lights
in the sky were gone.  In every house we passed, we could see candlelight.

   'It's quite romantic,' Anne said and snuggled up closer to me.

   'Yes, isn't it.'

   'I bet you there will be a lot of babies nine months from today,' Anne
giggled.

   We walked on for a while in the silent night.  The snowflakes melted on
our faces, big, soft snowflakes, like the ones on Christmas cards.

   'Do I look fat?' Anne suddenly asked.

   Now, you know how to answer a question like that, unless you want a
quick divorce.  I promptly answered "No," then reflected a little.

   She weighed a little more than she did when we married, 20 years ago,
but so did I.  Not that much really.  Neither of us would be considered fat
and she certainly knew how to dress to look good.  And when she undressed,
she sure had a beautiful body.

   One should think that two children, including breast feeding, would
leave its mark, but her breasts was still nice and full and her stomach
reasonably flat.  Flatter than mine.

   'You still look wonderful, my dear,' I added.

   'You wouldn't consider replacing me with a younger model?' she asked.

   'No, 'I answered without hesitating.  'First of all, who would want a
middle-aged man like me, starting to become a little heavy.  Secondly, I
think that a young girl would want to do a lot of things that I already
have done and don't care to do again, like having kids.  I don't think I
would have the same energy today to get up two times every night to change
and feed a child.'

   Anne smiled.

   'You don't look that bad, everything considered.  Kind of distinguished.
Some young girls like that.  Just think of Susan.  Jonathan is 17, no 18
years older than her.'

   'I know, but I also know how hard it has been for him with kids and all.
It's her kids.  She's had all the work.' I replied.

   'Ha, that's just because he's lazy and she let him get off too easy.'
Anne said.

   'Well, in that case, maybe I shouldn't be afraid.' I joked.

   'You dare try and replace me,' Anne replied in a threatening, but
playful voice.

   'I have no intention to,' I replied.

   'Then let's get home.  I think I want that rub down now.' She said,
sounding very sexy.

   'You can get a full massage, if you want to,' I offered.

   'Uummmm,' Anne purred and snuggled up close to me.  'And what else?'

   'Then I think I will kiss your lovely body all over.' I whispered in her
ear.

   'Uhmmm, let's hurry up and get home,' Anne said and picked up pace.

   The living room was nice and warm, when we got home.  A lot warmer than
usually, but then again, the old stove didn't have a thermostat.  I
arranged some pillows and a blanket on the floor, while Anne lit up a lot
of candles.

   'Make sure the electric light is turned off,' I said.  'It would really
spoil it all if the light turned on in the middle of everything.'

   'You think of everything, don't you,' She replied.  'How does it feel to
be so perfect?'

   'Never mind.  Get over here and let me undress you,' I replied.

   'Only if I can undress you,' Anne said teasingly.

   'All right, but you first.'

   I didn't take long to undress.  Anne's skin was burning hot, even though
we had been out in the cold weather.  She looked so sexy.  So sexy, and it
showed on me.  But I was in no hurry.  I wanted to enjoy her body and make
us both as hot as possible.

   'The freezer!' Anne exclaimed.  'It will defrost.  Maybe we should take
the things and put them outside.'

   'My God, you know how to create a mood,' I sighed.  'It will be 24
hours, before it begins to become a problem.  We can do it in the morning,
if the power hasn't returned.  Now lie down and relax.'

   'Yes sir.  Sorry.' Anne said, slightly embarrassed.

   She lay down on her stomach.  Her figure was really displayed at it's
best that way.  She still had some of that hourglass-figure, lying on her
stomach like that.

   I straddled her thighs and began to massage her shoulders.

   'Mmmm, that feels good.  I must remember to relax, when I'm working.'
Anne sighed.

   I massaged the shoulder muscles a little harder.  Anne moaned.

   'Uh, they're sore.  Keep doing that, but not too hard . . .  Yeeess just
like that.'

   Slowly, I worked my way out over the shoulderblades and back to her neck
again.  Anne was completely relaxed by now.  What was left of thoughts
about the freezer must have disappeared.  Her breathing was slow and deep.

   'Don't fall asleep on me,' I said, teasingly.

   'I won't, I promise.  It feels much too good to miss,' Anne replied,
sounding extremely relaxed.

   My thumbs began to massage the two long muscles down her back.  The
lower I got, the more Anne moaned.  When my thumbs reached the small of her
back, just over her buns, Anne moaned out loud and arched her back.

   'Yesss, right there . . .  Oh, that feels gooooood,'

   She pushed up her arse, arching her back a little more.  My cock, which
had been lightly pressed against her soft buns, slipped down a little
lower, caressing against her puffy lips.  As I leaned forward, pressing my
thumbs up along her back, my cock was pushed down and in between her
pussylips.

   She was warm and moist and my cock could slide easily as I moved.  Anne
had never had any problem with lubrication.  My hands massaged her back and
my cock massaged her slit in long, slow strokes.

   I spent a long time, massaging her back.  Anne began to move her hips in
reverse rhythm, which made my cock go deeper, reaching all the way to the
top of her slit util Anne raised her arse a little more and my cock slipped
into her.

   Anne slowed down her movements.  Only the head of my cock was lodged
inside her.  I let my hands slide down over her back to her lovely, soft
buns and began to massage them thoroughly.

   Anne mewed, sounding very content.  I could only agree and I continued
to knead her buns for a long time.  She flexed her muscles every now and
then, tightening the walls of her pussy around the head of my cock.  Anne's
breathing got a little faster, mine too I guess.  But nothing last forever
and I had promised Anne a full massage, not just her back and buns.

   I dismounted her thighs and knelt beside her, spreading her legs a
little to give me room to massage her thighs.  Anne moaned, disgruntled,
when I began to massage her thighs.

   The stove was still burning and the room seemed to become hotter,
although I don't think that it really did.  I kneaded Anne's thighs and in
between, I caressed the smooth skin on her inner thigh, slowly moving my
hands up until they brushed against her pussylips.  Despite the high
temperature in the room, I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch.

   I finished off her backside, giving her lovely buns a little extra
massage, mainly for selfish reasons, but Anne certainly mind.  Then I asked
her to turn.  She did, turning lazily and stretching out.  Good, she still
looked very, very sexy, even after all these years.  The initial excitement
and anxiousness of our first time together might have vanished, but it was
replaced by a knowledge about each other and what we like.  And still,
there were moments like this, when we tried some new way.

   I resumed the massage, beginning with the legs.  I worked my way up to
her thighs, but stopped before I reached her crotch.  Then I got up and
knelt behind her head.

   Anne looked up at me, smiling and with a very sexy glow in her eyes.  I
bend down and kissed her, before I carried on with the massage.

   First, I massaged her shoulders one more time.  Anne closed her eyes and
more, when my fingers dug into the sore muscles again.  I didn't spend much
time at her shoulders, but moved on to her chest instead.

   Massaging the chest muscles on a woman is difficult, because her breasts
largely hide them.  Fortunately, it didn't matter very much.  Anne didn't
really care about her chest muscles at this point and was very content,
when my hands cupped her breasts and began to knead them.

   I worked gently from the base of her breasts, moving towards the centre
and her nipples.  Anne flexed her thighs, when my fingers closed around her
nipples and pinched them lightly.  I could feel her nipples swell and
harden between my fingers.  Her breathing was becoming a little ragged and
the sweet scent of her arousal mixed with the scent of burning wood.

   The harder Anne's nipples became, the harder it became for her to stay
passive.  Finally, she reached back and began to caress my thighs.  I moved
a little closer to her, as close as I could, knees touching her shoulders.

   I could caress her breasts for hours.  I just loved her breasts.  I had
to tear my hands away.  Sliding down, I caressed her stomach in circular
motions, starting at her navel and moving out.  I had to raise myself a
little and lean over her to reach her stomach.

   Anne tilted back her head.  At the same time, her hands reached in
between my legs and grabbed my hard member.  Her warm fingers caressed the
length of it lightly a few times.  Then she guided it down to her face and
kissed the tip of my cock.

   I almost forgot what I was doing, when I felt her light caresses, but I
remembered quickly and move forward a little to reach Anne's pussy.  This
had the added feature of bringing my cock closer to her face.  She
immediately took the opportunity to plant light kisses up and down the
length of the shaft.

   My hands gently spread her legs.  I just need to touch her thighs to
make her spread them wide apart.  My concentration as again disturbed, this
time by her finger pulling down the foreskin and exposing the head.  I
pulled myself together and decided to use the same approach.

   As I spread her pussylips, I felt her warm moist lips close around the
head of my cock.  Her hands were still caressing the base and my balls.  It
was almost too much, but Anne knew me.  Another advantage of knowing each
other so well.

   The light from the candle reflected in the glistening soaked skin of her
pussy, as if small stars were blinking to me.  I let a finger slowly travel
up between the parted lips and circle the little knob.  It had swelled and
was a big as I had ever seen it.

   I enjoyed teasing her.  By now, I knew she was dying for me to run my
finger directly over her clit, but I waited a little longer.  My finger
explored the swollen folds of her inner lips and dived into the source of
her juices, picking up more to make it really slick.

   Slowly, ever so slowly, my finger spread the tiny lips on its way up to
her clit.  I could see how Anne raised her hips in tense anticipation,
until my finger finally made contact.  Anne jerked involuntarily and
pressed herself against my finger.

   Anne's reactions to sexual caresses had always fascinated me.  The way
her hips and thighs would begin to move, first slowly, in a sort of round
calm way, very sensually, showing her enjoyment, then more rigid.  I looked
up between us.  Her chest was moving faster up and down, but her stomach
hadn't yet begun to convulse, as I knew it would, when she got close.

   The sight of her soft lips around my cock was extremely exciting.  She
didn't do it very often.  Not for any particular reason, we rarely had oral
sex.  It wasn't a need for either of us.  I loved giving it, but I also
loved to watch her while we made love and it was sometimes a little
difficult with my head buried between her thighs.  But then again, the
sight of her doing it was fantastic, particularly from this angle.

   As if she knew I was looking, she took my cock a little deeper into her
mouth and swirled her tongue around the head.  I inhaled deeply though my
nose, inhaled the aroma of her excitement.  I just need the taste to make
the sensory impression complete.

   I tore my eyes away and lowered my mouth to Anne's pussy.  I loved the
taste.  I loved the feel of her blood-filled, swollen pussy.  It was as if
I could feel how sensitive her lips and clit had become during our
foreplay. My tongue explored the tender folds and slip into her to taste
her juices.  My own excitement made me grab her buns and squeeze them hard.


   Anne moaned around my cock and her hand tightened around the shaft.  She
took as much of it into her mouth as she could a couple of times.  Then she
let go.

   'Turn around,' she hissed.

   I gave her clit one last flip with my tongue, before I got up and lay
down beside her.  We shifted a little to get into the position we both
wanted: Side by side, allowing me access to caress her clit while we made
love.

   My cock slipped all the way into her, my fingers found her clit and my
mouth her nipple.  We moved together, slow and deep.  Anne breathing was
ragged now.  She held back her breath, concentrated on her own pleasure. 
She tensed and pressed herself against me.  She was close now and I
increased the speed.

   Her whole body strained before she let go and began to buck her hips
violently.  A short, wild ride began.  I could feel the wonderful sensation
building up.  I held back for as long as I could, trying to get higher
until I had to let loose.  It felt as if something inside me exploded and
the result shot out deep inside Anne.

   Panting and sweating, we cuddled up close and kissed.  I felt so relaxed
and warm, both physically and mentally.

   'Uhmm that was a good massage,' Anne said and smiled.

   'It certainly was,' I replied.

   'I think we should extent the contract for one more year, don't you?'

   'I'll go for another 20 years.  Happy anniversary, my love.'