Eating Out

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I guess the most frustrating thing about my getting older is that my dick doesn’t work as well as it used to. I guess it started malfunctioning when I turned 60, I’m 67 now, but my wife didn’t seem to mind all that much because my tongue still worked. My fingers still had magic in them.

But about three years ago I lost my wife after a short battle with cancer. And needless to say I was devastated. I was always supposed to go first. She was much better prepared to live by herself than I was.

And I guess all guys who lose their wives hope that they can find someone that will put up with them. And while I took the appropriate time of mourning, I must admit that I was also thinking about another woman. I put some time into thinking about what I might want, knowing that what I THOUGHT I would want might not be what I got. And I was right!

OK, so I’m shallow. Being 67 years old and knowing that I would not particularly attract any young chicks; I’m a little over weight…OK…maybe a little more than a little, so my doc says…honestly. I also knew that I didn’t want to have someone substantially younger than me in a position to have care for an old man. My wife and I had aged well together and we enjoyed being together, both in life and in the bedroom. And when my dick started being ornery, my oral skills helped us get through that.

So as I was looking around, I really didn’t want anyone that looked like my grandma…even though anyone around my age probably would be a grandma. But there were some women who have aged nicely. My wife certainly had. While she no longer was the 98-pound girl I married, she eventually topped out at around 125 pounds. And while she didn’t like her belly, I loved it. That belly had produced two lovely kids. And those kids had also helped develop some nice boobs, even though gravity had kicked in in her later years. But I loved them too.

Plus, well, how COULD I complain. I mean, I’m twice the man I was when we married. And I don’t mean that in a macho way, I’m just…bigger than I was when we married. While she worried about my weight, she also accepted me the way I was.

So I found myself looking at women who looked like they could be about my age. And as you know, there are all types of women out there. There are many who look like my grandma, but there are also some VERY attractive older women. But how do you meet those attractive women?

Ultimately I am shy. In fact, my wife pursued me until she caught me. I guess that 40 some-odd years hasn’t helped me overcome my insecurities. At 20 I was afraid of rejection and in my 60s, that same fear paralyzed me. My wife always kidded me that I would still be single if she hadn’t aggressively gone after me. And she’s probably right.

And as I said earlier, what I thought I wanted was not what I found. I found that I was better prepared to live by myself than I thought. I was handling it and adjusting. But sexually I was lonely, my hand and online porn not in any way adequate.

I found myself on some porn sites that specialized in “mature” women, but most of those mature women were being screwed by young studs. I certainly was not young OR a stud. But I found myself enjoying watching these older women cumming on a stud’s tongue or cock. Oh, and of course I was beating off to them.

Have you ever googled images of a “naked 60-year-old woman”? It’s pretty interesting. Of course I knew that a 60-year-old woman had more curves than a younger woman for the most part. And were not as tight and maybe had some sagging, and a little thicker. OK, some were MUCH thicker, but being the shallow guy I am, I kind of gravitated to the LESS thicker women. But then, my wife was not that thick and I guess I really was looking for a woman who had a body-type like my wife. That was what I was used to. I found myself much more interested in women that kind of resembled my wife. She was about 5’2″ and of course still cute.

While I still had people who cared about me, I found that I no longer seemed to fit in with all those couples we ran with before. I knew this was normal. Not that I was a threat to any of the men in our group. I knew my place and was not interested illegal bahis in any of their women because, well it wouldn’t be right, right?

And our next door neighbors, Bill and Jan, still went out of their way to keep in touch with me. They would periodically invite me to any party they would have. There would be times when we would just sit back on one of our patios and have a drink together. Bill still regularly invited me to play golf with him. They stayed friends, even though the relationship changed.

And I noticed that when Bill and I played golf together, when I got home my house seemed to be a little cleaner. I knew they had a key that we gave them years ago, like we had a key to theirs…just in case. I never said anything, but I knew what was happening. I mean, I’m not a slob, but I’m also not a woman. I remember when my wife was fussing about cleaning the house I always thought it looked great. But a woman cleans different than a man. Right?

Now, while I was retired, Bill was still working, and Jan had retired from her teaching job three years before. Both Bill and Jan were 62.

Jan was one of those attractive 62-year-old women. She was a little taller than my wife and she had joined a gym after she retired and she was in pretty good shape for her age. Not that I was interested in Jan. She was married. To my good friend.

But one day I was enjoying the sun on my patio, with a large caffeine-free Diet Coke, when Jan yelled over if I wanted some company. I waved her over.

Jan was a very forward woman, not afraid to speak her mind, so we had had some pretty frank discussions about my change of life. She knew I might be interested in finding someone after being alone for three years, but she wasn’t one to try to match-make. And I appreciated it. I had fought off the “casserole ladies” that showed up soon after my wife died, but Jan knew that I might be ready. But what she said next floored me. “Your wife told me something very interesting about you,” she said.

“Oh?”

“Yes,” She looked me right in the eye. “She said,” she hesitated, “that you are very good in the oral department.” Her face got red.

At first I was confused about what she meant. Then I got it. And I got red. “Oh.” What do you say to that? ‘Yeah, I’m really good at licking pussy’? This was Jan, OUR very good friend. She was married to my golfing buddy! I would think this conversation was inappropriate. I couldn’t believe that my wife would tell her something like that.

“She really said that?”

“Yes, we were talking about the problems that Bill was starting to have. The same problem you have.”

It’s hard talking to a woman about not getting hard.

“Bill is not any good in that department,” she went on. “And I miss it.”

Silence.

Finally….”Um.” My mind was blank.

“Was she lying?”

“Um”…..finally I managed to get something out. “Shirley and I very much enjoyed our oral sex.”

“Did you do it much?”

“Well, in the last couple of years that’s all we did. I didn’t work so well.” I think she knew what I was talking about.

“Uh huh.”

More silence. Should I be ending this conversation?

“Do you miss it?”

“Yes, I miss her. But you also need to know that she wouldn’t reciprocate.”

“Really? How come?”

“I’m not totally sure. She said it hurt her mouth, she didn’t like the smell. And she never really learned how.”

“Really? She never learned the joys of sucking cock?”

Did she really say cock? That nice next door lady, Jan? “Bill never liked licking my pussy.”

Pussy? Yes, she said that. This conversation was deteriorating. But interesting. Where was she going with this?

“Where are you going with this?” I asked.

Now she looked embarrassed. “Well…I’ve never cheated on Bill,” she said quietly. “But Bill and I have not had sex in almost six months and I was thinking that maybe we could, um….well, you might could…or…maybe you’d like to try to lick my pussy. I need some relief. Would that be cheating?”

I was dumbfounded. THAT I never expected. Not from Jan! But I guess when you get desperate…..

“Jan, illegal bahis siteleri I don’t know what to say. Needless to say I miss Shirley…and I miss giving her pleasure. I have to tell you that I don’t know that I’m good at licking….pussy…but I DO think that Shirley liked what I did. But I’ve never done it with anyone else.”

“Well, I can tell you that she did. She told me so.”

I looked at her closely. She was certainly attractive. Nice boobs…I have seen her in a bathing suit. I always thought she had a nice butt…um…ass. I THINK I could give her pleasure. But should I?

“What would Bill think?”

“Bill wouldn’t have to know,” she smiled.

I looked at her some more. “Would you be naked?”

She got red again. “Yes, if you want me to be naked.”

I smiled. Yes, I would like to see Jan naked. “Would you suck my…cock?”

“In a minute…if you wanted me to,” she smiled. “I miss that also. I know what’s going through your mind right now. No, I was not a virgin when we got married. So….I’ve had some experience in that department.” This conversation certainly is getting interesting.

“It might take some work to get me hard.” I could take a blue pill. I still had some, but they take a little while for them to work…if she wanted to do it now. I figured that that as long as this conversation was going on right now, this might be a good time to try it…before we had second thoughts. I was already feeling a stirring.

“I could get you hard,” she smiled. “Would you be naked?”

“Would you like me to be?”

“Yes.”

“I would like you to be naked too.”

And we sat there for a bit, looking at each other…thinking.

“What about ground rules?” I couldn’t believe I was asking about ground rules when we were talking about licking each other’s…genitals.

Jan thought a minute. “No falling in love,” she laughed a nervous laugh. “I still love Bill and would not want to mess that up. And no screwing. THAT would be cheating.” She smiled an ironic smile.

“I agree. Just this once?”

“We’ll see,” she smiled a wicked smile.

This could get interesting. I was retired, she was retired. Bill worked full time. We lived right next to each other. What could go wrong…if we were careful.

“When?” I asked.

“I’m ready now.”

“Where?”

She thought for a minute. “I think probably your place. I wouldn’t want our house to smell like sex,” she laughed.

We sat looking at each other. I was mentally undressing her. But I had a feeling I would be seeing her naked real soon.

I stood up and offered my hand. She took it and stood. I turned and led her into my house and upstairs to my bedroom. Shirley and I had made love in here any times. But now she was gone.

I turned to her. Then began to unbutton my shirt. She smiled and began doing the same. We watched each other intensely as we each undressed. She was certainly a fine looking woman and she was undressing…for me.

Getting out of pants is not always graceful and in a minute we were both giggling. It broke the tension. When we were both in our underwear I moved to her and took her in my arms. We didn’t kiss. Maybe that would be too…intimate. I laughed to myself. I’m going to lick her most intimate places. That would be pretty intimate. But she felt good.

I reached behind her and began to unhook her bra. When it was unhooked she stepped back. She slowly lowered her bra. She had nice boobs, not really big with just the slightest sag. I smiled as I took her boobs in.

She reached for her panties and I reached for my briefs. We lowered them together. I had a hardon. I was pleased…and relieved. And I was looking at only the second naked woman that I had ever seen…live. And Jan seemed very comfortable with me looking at her. It took many years for Shirley to be comfortable being naked like that in front of me.

Her pussy was trimmed nicely. I could see that she was wet already. She was looking at my cock. “Is that for me?” she asked.

“Well, I’m looking at a very good looking naked woman. What do you think?”

“I’m impressed. And honored.”

I took her canlı bahis siteleri hand and led her to the bed and laid her down in the middle of it. I let my hand drag over her boobs. Her nipples were very hard. She flinched. I leaned down and kissed her nipples, one after the other. I started licking them. She gave out a huge sigh.

I let my hand slide down her body to her pussy. She spread her legs for me and I felt her hand reach for my cock. I slowly rubbed her pussy lips as she started to stroke my cock. Her hand felt so good. Shirley would sometimes rub my cock but she would never really get into it. Jan knew how to stroke a cock.

With Shirley I would always need to wet her pussy as she got older but Jan’s pussy was soaking. I think she was as excited as I was.

I wanted to taste it. So I kissed down her belly to just above her pussy. Then I slipped down the bed to kneel between her legs, making her lose her grip with my cock. I didn’t care, because I knew I was going to give her a very big orgasm. And I was sure she would reciprocate.

I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up slightly, looking up at her face. She had her eyes closed and was rubbing her tits.

“Please,” she whispered.

I started to lick her pussy lips. She sighed a huge sigh. “I’ve been wanting this for so long,” she whispered.

“Just enjoy.”

And she did. I enjoyed teasing her, getting her close and backing off. Jan had a very large clit when it finally came out. And she really liked when I licked it. But I kept alternating, from her lips, to her wet slit, to her clit, bringing her higher and higher. After a while I found it hard to hold onto her ass as she kept humping my face, moaning loudly.

Finally, she said between gritted teeth, “Make me cum. Please, make me cum!”

So I concentrated on her clit as she raised up her ass, trying to get close to my tongue. Her head was back and she was panting, moaning. Her belly raised up and she kind of twisted to her right side.

“Oh….OH! Ahhhh, So good…so long….I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna CUMMMM!!!

And then she came. Hard. She wrapped her thighs around my head and I couldn’t move, couldn’t lick her anymore. But I rubbed her ass and let her finish her cum.

It took her a while to come down from her orgasm. She finally looked down at me and smiled. “That was awesome! Now it’s your turn. Switch.”

So we did. And she was a great cock sucker. She really enjoyed what she did. And for my first blow job, well, what can I say? It was much more than I had expected. I loved making Shirley cum, and of course loved making Jan cum, so I understood the joy Jan was having as she sucked my cock. But for me…it was much hotter and enjoyable than I would have imagined. I would often watch Shirley as she came and wonder what that would feel like. And now I was beginning to understand. Finally, I was pleading for Jan to make ME cum.

And then I came. And she didn’t release my cock. She took everything I had. And it was exquisite.

It takes old folks a lot longer to recover. And from an orgasm like that…the most intense orgasm of my life, I was worthless for a while, trying to catch my breath.

Jan slipped up next to me and we cuddled for a while. “How was it?” she asked.

“You had to ask?” I laughed. “Like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. You?”

“Well, I loved sucking your cock, but that orgasm you gave me? It was amazing. Shirley was right. You’re good.”

“So are you.”

This was only the second naked woman I had every touched, cuddled with, but it felt right. But I also knew she belonged to someone else. And I didn’t want to ruin that. But while we were cuddling, she was lightly stroking my cock, and believe it or not, it was responding. And she noticed.

“Again?” she asked.

“It doesn’t seem like I’m totally through.”

So she climbed up on me, in the 69 position, and lowered her pussy to my face and took my cock in her mouth. She came three more times before she got me off again.

When Shirley came she was very quiet. Jan was not. You could hear her orgasm building and she was not at all shy about expressing what she was feeling. With Shirley I would have to guess what she wanted. With Jan, I did not. She would eagerly tell me how I was doing and what she wanted. I loved that!

As I watched her get dressed I wondered if this would ever happen again.

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