Being divorced and nearing forty, well, let's just say that my sex life is on life-support. No, I'm attractive, trim, nice boobs, narrow waist, pretty face, good legs, wavy ash blond hair, blue-gray eyes, pretty nice.
But, the men, well, many are taken and, no, I don't want to be the cause of a marriage break-up, some woman did that to me, I just can't do it to someone else. There just seems to be more women around than men and there are also a lot of younger women for the men of every age to fool around with.
I should know. I have an eighteen-year old daughter, Jill, who gets hit on by men all the time.
Well, she should, actually, she's quite a looker. Same general specs as me, just with twenty years less on the odometer. Trust me, put us together and you'd go for Jill first. Yes, you would. And, really, I wouldn't blame you.
But, that doesn't help me much, does it?
Jill is just out of high school, starts college in the fall and, one day, she came in the kitchen and said, "I just met a guy that's new to the condo and he's pretty nice."
"Well, dear, you're of age, have fun."
"No, well, sure, but what I really meant was that he's a lot closer to your age. Someone you ought to meet."
"So, he's around forty? But you know he's going to want you in bed before he would ever want me."
"Well, I've been thinking about that, Mom. You've always looked out after me as I grew up, maybe it's time for me to pay you back a little? I did look on his mailbox and it's just his name, no woman."
"Like take him hostage by gunpoint and make him have sex with me?"
"Exactly. No, I really meant that maybe I could fix it so he'd be interested in you."
"Pimping your mother, are you?"
"Hey, not a bad idea, Mom," and we both laughed at that one.
"Well, he's pretty nice and nice-looking, I'll think about it," she said and I promptly forgot about it.
About a week later, Jill came in from the pool and said, "His name is Steve Moore and he's interested for sure."
"Are you talking about the new guy in the complex, what you were talking about last week?"
"Exactly. Go out and look by the pool. He's over by the shade, if you go around the recycle bins, you can see him really well."
So, I did and I must say, he was a very nice looking man which I reported back to Jill.
"Well, want me to lure him in for us both to have? I wouldn't mind having sex with him, he's nice. Would be the oldest guy I've been with but he looks like it's more experience than age."
"Are you proposing that we both have sex with him together, in the same room?"
"Well, I don't know why not. I'll bet any man would love it. Sure, I'd do it. You'd see your daughter in action," she said with a grin.
"Seems I have a kinky daughter."
"Seems like you do. Wonder where I get it from?"
"Well, maybe from a mother who's seriously thinking about taking you up on your idea. I'm sure not getting any action otherwise."
"Well, you saw him. He's nice. I'll bet he could take care of us both."
"You really mean doing a threesome, you and I and him?"
"Why not? What else do you have for prospects?"
"Good point."
"We could both get bikinis on and try to lure him up here?"