Ken’s story
I can hardly believe how much time has passed. It seems like yesterday that I arrived in New York, a 26-year-old Marine Corps Captain. I had just finished three years in Viet Nam, and I had had enough. People would greet me and say well at least you survived. If by this they mean I am alive, then I guess I survived. But to tell the truth no one really ever survives being in a war.
From 1966 through 1970 I had lost both my mother and father in an automobile accident. I also saw the people I was closest to killed in action. The pain was almost unbearable. My answer to all of this was not to let myself get close to anyone. By doing this I would not be hurt ever again.
I decided that after I was discharged, I would come to New York, get my MBA and become a millionaire. I worked like a demon to achieve my goals. I was one of the fortunate ones. I let no outside interest deter me from my objective. By the time I turned 58, I was independently wealthy, the head of one of the most well known brokerage houses, and alone.
I had also kept the promise to myself not to form any relationship that would end up causing me pain. I was involved with many females during my life. Most just for what I called sport fucking. If I felt the relationship was becoming too serious I simply ended it.
The one positive that did come out of the various relationships was that I had sex with so many different types, that I learned to become a very efficient lover. I learned that not all women like the same things, and that different techniques were required with different women. There were two things that I found out through out all of this. The first was that what I really enjoyed was giving pleasure. If a woman wanted control it was just not for me. I was the one who got off on seeing her enjoy the sex. The second thing that I found to be universal was that slowness was a must. Rushing through sex was a real turn off to all the females that I bedded. It was very important that I took time to ensure their satisfaction.
I kept my self in excellent shape. I am 6’1” tall, and the same 190 pounds that I was when I was in the Marine Corps. I run every morning, and lift weights at least three times a week. My hair is no longer light brown, but salt and pepper, and I have blue eyes.
My best friend Paul, who is married for 35 years, is always trying to fix me up. I don’t understand why these married guys always think that some one who is single is unhappy. I love he and his wife Cynthia dearly and always go along with their efforts. Over the years I have met some fairly nice people this way. When the invitation came to join them at their home for dinner, I knew already that they must have another friend for me to meet.
Bonnie’s story
I am 58 years old, and lost my husband 5 years ago. I am 5’8” tall and weigh 128 pounds. I am a natural red head, although the last couple of years I have had to touch up the color somewhat.
I was married to the same man for thirty years. We met while we were in college. He was from a very wealthy banking family and we lived a very privileged life. We have two daughters, both married to very successful doctors. He died suddenly from a massive heart attack.
Up until his death, I had never been with another man. I remember being so excited to be getting married and finally “doing it”. Well I can honestly tell you that I was really very disapointed. Aside from the slight pain, I was expecting worse, I remember only being left very unsatisfied. I thought for sure that it would be much more thrilling then masturbation, but at least when I masturbated I achieved orgasm.
My husband loved me to perform orally on him, but when I suggested that he do the same for me he said that he couldn’t. Thank God this was the time of the sexual revolution, and I found through reading various women’s magazines, that it was only natural for me to expect an orgasm and that if my partner could not fulfill his obligation there were always vibrators. So for the rest of our married life I was left unsatisfied by my man. He was only concerned with his orgasm, never even trying to understand that I might have needs also. So it was my trusty vibrator which kept our marriage going. Other then that it was the perfect marriage. I know he loved me with all his ability. I also love him with every fiber of my body.
When he died, I was really lost. It was very hard for me to imagine living, let alone go out with another man. My friend Cynthia finally convinced me to go out. She felt it would be good for me, after all I might not be young but surely I was not dead.
About a year after the death of my husband I started to date. I had a few sexual encounters and found them to be as lacking as they were with my husband. I soon came to realize that as long as I had my vibrator what did I need a man for.
Cynthia and her husband Paul, who really were dear dear friends, continued to try and find someone for me. I told them that I really was very happy and not interested in meeting anyone. Never the less they continued to try and find me someone.
One day Cynthia phoned and invited me to dinner. I knew that this meant that she wanted me to meet someone. I told her that I was flattered, but I really didn’t want to go through the hassle. She told me that this is going to be different. Paul had a friend who I had never met, who like me was not interested in anyone. She and Paul felt that it would be the perfect match. Neither of you wants to meet and therefore it would be dinner with friends with no expectations. I really did not want to do this but felt that I had no choice.
Ken’s story
When I arrived at Paul and Cynthia’s apartment, Bonnie was already there. Paul made the introductions and we all sat down to cocktails in the living room. We engaged in the usual conversation of what I did what she did was I ever married did she have kids etc.
It turned out to be much more pleasant then I expected. First of all I found her to be very attractive. Second, she was very interesting. She was very involved with the Museum of Modern Art. It was a subject that I really knew nothing about. She seemed surprised that I would admit that. I found talking to her to be very satisfying. It felt that the evening had just started when Bonnie looked at her watch and exclaimed that it was passed 12 and she really must be going. I asked if she would like me to see her home, but she insisted that she would do so on her own.
When she left I told Paul and Cynthia that this was a very special lady. I never expected to enjoy myself so much. I also asked for her phone number.
After receiving the information I left and returned home. I undressed and got into bed, and with a laugh I noticed that thinking about her had brought about an erection. I felt like a teenager, and believe me it’s been a long time since I felt this way. The thing that was so different about her was that I truly enjoyed her company. I did not even realize that I had sexual feelings about her. I did know that I wanted to see her again. I wanted to spend time, learn about art, and see the city through her eyes. It was almost like I could be her friend. If anything developed after that so be it.
I closed my eyes and my hand automatically found the hard shaft of my penis. I started gently stroking myself as visions of Bonnie flashed through my brain.
Bonnie’s story
I could not believe the man I had just met. Not only was he extremely handsome, but he was really interested in what I had to say. It was not the fake attention; it was a real interest. I could not help thinking that I would like to spend more time with him. Really get to know him. I bet he is like all the others, when push came to shove he would only be interested in his own pleasure
