So, after seven decades of life on earth, I suddenly found myself at least temporarily in a relationship with a gorgeous and voluptuous twenty-something-year-old. Of course, in my younger days, I had a bit of a wild side, but those memories were mere shadows now. Before marriage, I had tasted the pleasures of probably a dozen or so women, especially during the seventies when attitudes opened up and the "free love" movement became a reality.
Back then, all I wanted to do was screw. I can't say I was a wonderful lover. It was mainly about getting my rocks off, never mind making sure my partner was feeling the same way. Most of the time it occurred in a car: not the most comfortable way to copulate. I was as horny as the proverbial Billy goat, and I tried to take advantage of every opportunity.
Of course, marriage changed all that. Oh, there were a few dalliances along the way, but most of them were innocuous. Maybe a smooch here or there and a little titty action, but nothing that would qualify as serious.
Except for once.
A work companion and I hit it off, and after a while, it became obvious she had a crush on me. I resisted the temptation for a couple of years, but then, at an after-work function, she nervously whispered to me that her kids were gone for the evening in case I wanted to stop by afterward.
My cock was my compass, and it led me astray. I knocked on her door, and the next thing I knew, I was locked in the arms of my coworker. We were soon on her king-sized bed and desperately removing each other's clothing. She whispered directions to me in a husky voice filled with passion, and in no time, my cock was buried inside her. There was little foreplay. This was desperate, wanton, sex.
I was fucking a tigress and loving it. When I realized I was about to cum, I felt a finger in my asshole. and I shot off like an M-80 on the fourth of July. Sex with her was unbelievable, and it happened a couple more times before circumstances finally interceded.
Thankfully, my marriage survived my cheating. I was faithful after that. My perspectives changed. Sex wasn't just about pleasing myself.
But now I was faced with a novel situation. I found myself thinking I was a young man again. The reality was that I was an AARP member on Medicare. And while I referred to others around me as old farts, I was describing myself. Who was I kidding?
Vivian was smart, sexy, and attracted to men of my generation. Maybe she reasoned that it would be less complicated with someone like me. I could die at any time!
Self-deceit was my middle name. I've got years...decades...ahead of me, I reasoned. That is–maybe. What would I be like at eighty or even older: a wrinkled old prune with a limp dick and a weak prostrate. That's assuming I made it that far. At seventy and change, there are no guarantees.
But on the other hand, serendipity had entered my life, so why waste it? I could and should ride this horse until it gave out. And I assumed that could happen any time that Vivian became bored with me–if she wasn't already.
So, I took the initiative. I invited her to dinner, and she said yes.
We were still meeting semi-regularly at the pool, and things seemed normal, but I wasn't sure if I was reading things correctly. Once she said okay, I breathed easier.
I planned a dinner that was simple enough for my limited talents but unique enough to surprise her. I uncorked a prized Cabernet I'd been saving, and chilled a decent white wine as well. But the coup de grace was a gift I had found in a tiny hole-in-the-wall bookstore: a collection of 19th-century American novels. Most of the authors were relatively obscure, but a few had achieved a degree of notoriety.
When Vivian arrived, she took my breath away. She was wearing a knit dress with a high neckline that only accented her large bust and tight ass.
"You look lovely as usual, Viv."
I poured us each a glass of wine and we chatted about nothing as I finished dinner preparations.
"The table looks wonderful. And candles! You know how to set a mood. I'm impressed."
The dinner and drinks went as planned. Soon, we were next to each other on the couch with the last of the cabernet.
"I have a little surprise for you." I presented Vivian with a gift-wrapped bundle."
"What's this? It's not my birthday."
"It's nothing. Just something I saw and thought of you. Open it."
Vivian carefully removed the paper and then smiled broadly at the sight of the old books. She examined them one by one as I explained.
"I found these tucked in the corner of a little bookstore. Several of the authors were popular in their day but are not so well known today. I thought you might enjoy them as period literature. A couple of them are first editions."
"I'm blown away, Tony. Thank you so much."
Vivian reached over and kissed me–lightly at first–and then more seriously.
"That is so sweet. I think this is the sweetest thing a man has ever done for me. You are so thoughtful."
She kissed me again, but this time passionately, her tongue entering my mouth in a wet, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. We embraced, and then I felt a hand on my crotch. My prayers had been answered.
"And speaking of blown away, I've been thinking about this all day."
She reached down with both hands and unzipped my pants. In seconds she fumbled through the fly in my boxers and had my engorged cock in her hand.
"I didn't bring anything for you as thoughtful as your gift, but I bet I can come up with something you'll like anyway."
Vivian bent over and licked my cock in a swirling motion with her tongue before taking in all of me. Her cheeks hollowed, and she began pumping my cock with slow, measured strokes.
"Oh, fuck it," she said after a few minutes of mind-blowing cock-sucking, no sense beating around the bush. "Can I see your bedroom? Why don't you give me a personal tour, if you know what I mean? I'm super horny. I hope you don't mind me being so forward."
She had already unfastened my belt and unhooked my pants. We both stood, and my pants slid to my knees, forcing me into an awkward duck walk for a few steps. Vivian still had her hand wrapped around my cock as I pointed the way.
Fortunately, I had changed the sheets and straightened things in the hope that something like this might happen. I figured my dirty underwear was probably not a crowd-pleaser.
Vivian turned her back to me when she reached the bed.
"Would you do the honors and undo me?"
I unhooked and unzipped her dress. Vivian shrugged it off her shoulders and then turned. She slipped it down to her waist and then stepped out of it. Her low-cut bra showed the cleavage hidden by her dress, and her breasts all but spilled out of it as she bent over.
I was out of my clothes as quickly as possible, and in no time, we were in each other's arms in a tangle on the bed. Vivian was still wearing her bra and panties. After a few preliminaries, she reached down and stroked me.
"I love your cock. It's so nice and thick, Tony. Especially the head. I have to stretch to get my lips over it. Look!"
Vivian opened her mouth wide and engulfed me. She did have to stretch her lips, and once they were wrapped around the crown, her tongue reappeared and swirled around it. Her big blue eyes stared into mine as she inhaled me. I was at full mast, and she lowered her mouth until her nose was planted in my stomach. I felt my cock enter her throat. Vivian started to choke for just a second, but then she relaxed and forced every last inch into her as she made "glucking" sounds.