I'm in my early 60s but still think like a 25 year old. I've kept myself in pretty good shape, considering my loose living and carousing, heavy drinking and smoking, in my younger years. I could still hold my own with the younger crowd today. I was into self-defense, combat training, boxing, and when I served in the military I was in a Special Forces Unit. I learned discipline and protocol at a young age, and how to survive in today's world, and tomorrow's world by being more reflective than persuasive.
Divorced twice, and finally realizing I was meant to be a loner, I quit my job of 25 years and started looking for a more simpler, philosophical life. However, I loved being with a woman day in and day out. I love the scent of a woman, the way they take care of things, keep an order to things in a home, not like a man living alone, a woman has a way with a home a man just can't duplicate, no matter how hard he might try.
I missed that daily routine including hugs and kisses, being naked with a woman, and of course the sex. Maybe that last part was my downfall. I love being loved on. It doesn't have to be hard sex daily. Sometimes, just soft cuddling and doing things together is good sex too. My needs were far greater than the two women I had been married to, of course separately married to, and they had their own agenda when it came to sex. It would be done their way or no way. It was as if I was not to have any say-so in lovemaking.
I need a variety of challenges in sex play. I want to satisfy a woman using various toys, and different methods and positions. Both of my wife's ideal sex was: I would be on top; they would be on the bottom, fuck, roll over and go to sleep. And, that was maybe, and I stress maybe, twice a week if I was lucky. Needless to say I jerked-off so much, and so often, that I named my right hand Sherri. (Said, of course, in the French vernacular).
My last divorce was caused by total frustration. I'll use the name Pam in place of my last wife's real name, for safety reasons. I came home one evening after working a 10-hour shift. Pam was sitting in the breakfast nook leaning on the table and crying.
"What happened, Pam?" I said as I moved next to her and put one arm around her. "Are you alright?"
"Fuck you, you bastard!" Pam said in a very angry voice. "So now you're fucking my best friend Barbara? How could you do that, you sex maniac; how could you. I hate you, you fucking bastard!" And with that she was out the door and gone. I could not get a word in edge-wise. I guess all she really wanted was to leave in the first place. Yes, she was right, I did fuck Barbara, et al, and we had a blast too. I am not the type of person to hold anyone else down or in a relationship they don't want. So, Pam would be gone and that was it. Barbara, Pam's best friend was ten years younger, maybe that had something to do with Pam Being upset too. To clarify the situation between Pam's best friend, Barbara, and me it was a one-time fling, and only one time. The episode took place on a Saturday evening, about 12 years ago. Pam was upset about one thing or another; she was always upset about something, and if need be she could invent a few things to be upset about, almost anything to make herself upset. Pam was not a happy person, ever. As I mentioned Pam was upset so she decided to go to her mom's house, which is a good four-hour drive from here. Whatever.
Not more than half an hour later Barbara was at the front door.
"Hey Barb," I said, "I saw you walking up the sidewalk, where's your hubby?" I opened the front door, before she could ring the bell.
"That shit-ass is golfing again today, I swear, that ass hole would rather play golf than have sex with me." She said as if she was upset with me.
I didn't know what to say. The only word that came to mind was "Oh!"
Then I said, "Sorry to hear that hun, but Pam isn't here she's gone to her mom's house for the weekend, she will not be back until tomorrow evening sometime..." As I was saying 'sometime', Barbara gently pushed the door open to let herself in, then as gently closed the door behind her. I just moved back a few steps and became a bit apprehensive about this developing event.
Then Barbara shocked me, well kind-of shocked me when she said, "Bob, I need your advice on how I can get Bart to be a little more attentive to me. You know the way you are with Pam."
Bart is, or was, Barbara's husband. I really didn't know Bart too well, he was hardly ever home and when he was he was usually on his computer or telephone. He was a perfect portrait of a workaholic. He was self employed and made a bundle of money.
I looked right into Barbara's huge brown eyes and said, "Sweetie, I don't think I'm the right person to get involved with this situation, between you and Bart I mean."
She looked down, then right back at me. She reached out placing both her hands firmly on my chest and shoulders and said, "Please Bob, it won't take very long. I just need to vent. I already tried talking to Pam, but she said she thought I was nuts. Pam said I should be happy with all the luxury and things Bart can give me and to hell with the sex."
Now I was shocked, and I wanted to hear more of what advice Pam had given Barbara about Bart and sex.
I loosely put an arm around Barbara's waste and guided in the direction of the den, and said, "Ok Barb. Let's go in the den and sit down. I want to know all about this earth shattering problem and just what Pam's advice to you is."
I sat in my easy chair and Barbara sat on the footstool directly in front of me. I was on the edge of the chair and Barbara was on the edge of the footstool. She was about two or three feet in front of me. I hadn't noticed before but she had on a tennis skirt and panties both very thin material and a pullover very tight sleeveless t-shirt. I could smell her womanly scent with a little hint of honeysuckle, and it was almost intoxicating.
When Barbara first sat down she had crossed her legs, but as our conversation continued she seemed to be more at ease with her body. She un-crossed her legs and had them spread apart about a foot or so; she was now leaning back with both her hands on a cushion behind her. I could see her panties and a well-defined vagina. Her labium were swollen, the dampness on her panties was helping to define that luscious shape.
My thoughts were interrupted when Barbara said, "You like what you see? Bob?"
I stumbled for words, "Umm, yeah, I mean How could Bart not be interested in that, I mean you, I mean.... Well, you know what I mean."
Then Barbara said chuckling, "I can tell by that bulge in your swimsuit that you like the view. Am I making you horny Bob? Oh, what would Pam say?"
She continued almost without taking a breath, "Pam has spoken to me about you and your sexual drive. I think it's too bad for her. I know she is not active in the bedroom. She says that having sex more than once a week is too much, and that even once a month would be too much for her. She should have married Bart. He is just as bad when it comes to having sex."
Then she really hit a shocker note when she said, "I think you and me are a lot alike when it comes to sex. I like to be adventuress, experimenting with new things and ideas on how to, and what to use, toys and stuff, or even a threesome. You know two women one man, or visa-versa."
I was partly stunned and partly caught off guard. Pam and I as a couple had know Barb and Bart for almost six years and I never knew anything of what she was now disclosing.
I cleared my thoughts and said, "Barb. I think you are a very attractive sexy woman. I do like what I see and I would love nothing better than to strip down naked with you right now."
Barb interrupted with, "But you don't want to fuck me, right. Do you see my predicament? Damn, I guess I have to go and pimp myself out on the streets to get laid! And to experiment with these sexual cravings I have."
So I continued with, "Tell me exactly what you are looking for, Barb. What do you want or need to satisfy you sexually?"
Barb started with, "More excitement. Trying different things. I don't know, just trying different ways to be fucked. Let me give you a few examples. I asked Bart to go buy me a vibrating dildo and use it in our lovemaking. He said I should get one myself and use it when he isn't at home. So, I let that go. Then I asked him to buy a penis extension that has a vibrating head. Again he said no way."
I interrupted, "Does Bart have a small penis, or one not large enough for you, or what?"
Barbara said, "No not at all, his cock is average, I guess. It's about 6" long and about 2" thick. I'm not saying his dick isn't big enough, what I'm saying is that I would like him to just use a penis extension once in a while. I've seen some on the web that are 10" or 12" long and about 3" to 4" thick. I just thought that would be fun now and then. Plus the web article said that the penis extension could be used without an erection. That, Bob, is where Bart has problems. Most of the time he has a limp penis. You know what I mean. He can't keep his dick hard, or his interest are else where and he isn't interested in me enough to have a hard on."
"Wow", I said, this is a lot to think about Barb. And yes I have a boner right now because you are so sexy looking. I tell you what I have a penis extension, probably a lot like the one you saw on the web. I'll go and get it and you can see if that's really what you want."
