Retirement Spirit

Most of our friends had hyped SILVER COMMUNITY in fact I'm sure that 97.998% of affluent Americans could not find one single bad thing to say about it. I guess I was in that 2.002% of the population that didn't want anything to do with retirement homes. When asked what I found objectionable I always said "Whats wrong with just dying at home?"

However, once I became affluent and yes old, my dear wife Ann presented me with incontrovertible evidence that proved that moving there was the right choice. That evidence was the case of my good friend James Preston. He died unexpectedly at home and left his wife to manage and liquidate property in Chicago, Sarasota and northern Michigan. All were furnished and crammed to the rafters with all the shit they had accumulated in a long marriage. His wife asked Ann and I to help and a year later I wasn't surprised to find our own liquidation project at the head of the "honey do" list.

Ours wasn't quite as bad as theirs but like them we had property in three states and lifetime collections of crap in two of them. Some of our problems were solved by gifting stuff to our kids and then forcing them to accept all their childhood toys, pictures and other memorabilia from our garages, attics and basements. The next big beneficiary was the Salvation Army and finally two dumpsters from a trash removal company.

At the end of a long process our possessions were boiled down to what would fit into Ann's Camry and my pickup. I had a car tow mount on my truck so we could ride together in the Tundra. Distributed between the two were four seasons of clothes, our computers with chairs, three paintings, a dozen bankers boxes of indispensable paper records, six boxes of small electronics, three personal boxes each, two containers packed tight with mystery electronic debris and one fat bankbook. The only real bone of contention we had had in the whole process were the hundreds of framed photos and the cartons of paper prints. We solved that problem by sending everything to a service that scaned it all. We ended up with six framed pics and a display screen that played digital slideshows of all the rest off one of our computers.

Ann and I sat in the driveway of our last big house after the closing and took a collective deep breath. I broke the ice with.

"Are you sure we made the right decision doing all this.?"

Ann looked over at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and said.

"Absolutely Sweetheart. I can't wait to get up to SILVER. The cottage there has been furnished to our specifications, we know at least twenty couples who live in the Community and I have already been asked to join nine different really fun sounding committees."

With that encouragement I met her gaze and threw her an air kiss. She caught it in mid air and threw it right back to me just like she had done that night so many years ago as we left our wedding reception and began our honeymoon drive.

As she did then she quickly slid over and nestled into her spot next to me. My only thought was how lucky I was to have this beautiful vision as a wife. When I told her that she did the usual dismissal of the compliment but I detected just the hint of a smile as she tightened the tuck of her polo shirt over her lovely breasts and checked her makeup in the rear view mirror. Her nipples were showing and unable to resist I dipped my head and kissed that special spot on her neck. As I closed in on her lips my left hand snuck up and lightly caressed her right nipple that was hard under my fingers. With practiced ease she fended off the boob grab and concentrated on the kiss. As our lips parted she said.

"Animal. You are just going to have to keep your hands to yourself and you know what in your pants until we get there. Now I'm going to ignore your hard on and you are going to start the engine now."

"Spoilsport. You're sure you don't want to have a farewell fuck in the driveway as our goodby present for the new owners?"

"I think you chasing me all over the house last night and having your way with me in every room on the first floor would be enough."

"As I recall you insisted on finishing off in the butlers pantry on the cutting board."

"Oh yeh. Did you remember to check it this morning in case it was broken."

"Don't worry that crack you heard was just a molding strip pulling off. I tacked it back on and it passed the house inspection just fine."

"Well OK, lets go Stud."

The drive north east only took an hour or so up to the hill country. The guard at the gate waved us through as the license plate scanner checked our vehicle into the database. The orientation brochure I read the other day said that visual scanning of our faces had also occurred but the cameras must have been hidden because I saw no trace of them.

The entrance gate was in a heavily wooded area and after several hundred yards the trees thinned out to reveal one of the three golf courses on the property. Scattered around the first course were of course some of the villas and town houses of SILVER COMMUNITY EAST. Our immediate destination was in a cluster of single family cottages removed from the hustle and bustle of the golf, tennis, pickleball, etc, etc courts. We were in C9 which was one of a dozen cottages built in roughly a circular pattern around a free form pool.

No doubt alerted by the entry guard a nice looking young lady greeted us at our door with several sets of keys, todays SILVER newspaper, a quick orientation walk through of our unit and a picnic basket with a complimentary cold supper and breakfast. We turned down the unpacking service, thanked the lady profusely and said goodby.

I unhooked the sedan and backed my truck up to the front door and in ten minutes had everything unloaded and in a neat pile in the living room. The Camry up took another ten and was mostly directed towards the second bedroom (computer room) and the Master. After a quick Diet Coke shared with the boss I headed out to get some booze at the nearest grocery.

I returned a half hour later and moved Ann's car into the single car garage and parked the truck in front of the garage door. Now going back into the house I dropped the liquor case on a convenient counter and went looking for Ann.

I found her sitting on our new king sized bed amid boxes of clothes and bedding drying her eyes with a Kleenex. I immediately knew what she was thinking and sat down beside her taking her into my arms. We just sat in silence for a moment before I said.

"September 3rd 1970. Parkland apartment #107, 6:30 PM."

"More like 7:30 and I couldn't find the fucking box with the sheets or anything to wear the next day. There was no food in the damn apartment, it was hot and humid and you had just gotten back from disposing of the trailer."

"And what did I do?"

"You put your arms around me and gave me a big messy kiss while fondling my tits and said. "So Mrs. Wilson, wanna fuck?"

"And then what happened after you smiled and swatted me?"

"You found my suitcase that had tomorrows dress in it, opened the carton containing the sheets and blanket for the bed and helped me make it. You then produced a 14" pizza out of thin air, two cold beers, lit some candles and we had a dinner fit for royalty."

"And then what happened?"

"We got naked and after you had your way with me we tested the shower and as I recall you got me once again in there really well and then again initiating the new bed. I had to wear a pad to my job the next morning after a cold pizza breakfast."

"And then?"

"We lived happily ever after."

"So wanna fuck?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

The new mattress on their bed was just right for our welcome fuck in our new home.

Settling our cottage at SILVER was immeasurably easier than our first married apartment all those years ago. In the first place all of the infra structure down to the linens, forks and knives was already in place. All we had to add was our clothes, food and drink. We were allowed to bring in three of our paintings and a few family photos. Our only exception was our computers. Both of us have active cyber lives, Ann with a monthly newsletter on senior lifestyle and me with a very limited clientele of high income investors. Our electronic center relegated the second bedroom double bed to a store room somewhere off premises. It was replaced by a small futon and two computer work stations. A T1 line completed our decoration of that room.

Clothes settled and kitchen stocked after our first day, I settled the computer room while Ann started the socialization process.

By the end of the first week Ann had me oriented in the small doses I required. She on the other hand had managed to become best friends with about 50 ladies and join all the appropriate committees. I got our websites moved, all the electronics up and the Family Wilson on line once again. Most importantly we got our bed properly aligned and very well broken in.

Unusual for most 70+ seniors we had some form of sex almost every day. Of course it wasn't the wildly exuberant sex of our 20's but it was still physical and relentlessly romantic. In fact our selfies were somewhat of a legend in the Wilson family. One of our relatives once described them as "Euuuhhhh Grandma they caught you and Grandpa doing THAT?" Yes indeed, my beautiful wife Ann is just as desirous to me now as she was 50 years ago. Sure she has a few wrinkles and scars but her bottom line sexual desirability has done nothing but grow as time moved on.

The weather was warm for June and so midmorning on a Tuesday I suggested a swim. It didn't conflict with any of Ann's groups so she pulled on her bikini and I got into my speedo. One of the pools was immediately outside our patio door and we picked out a couple of convenient chaise lounge tanning beds. There were ten or twelve already occupied by older ladies and one other man. They really didn't pay too much attention until Ann untied her top and turned her back to me so I could put lotion on it. She then turned to me and in a low tone of voice said.

"And now the good parts."

The good parts were obviously those lovely breasts smiling at me with rosy nipples erect and waiting for suntan lotion. By now I think we had the attention of all the sun worshipers. Except for one lady close by no one else could see what I was doing but since Ann's bikini top was clutched in her hand and hanging down to the side there was no question that she was exposed to me. I matter of factly applied lotion where required, pursed my lips in an air kiss and told her I was done. In seconds the bra was back on and I was helping to tie it in the back.

This location of SILVER COMMUNITY has approximately 900 inhabitants. The female/male mix is about 60/40. Some sort of underground network apparently exists because by time supper was served that night all the women were aware of Ann's daring debut. All the men had been warned to stay away from cottage 9 on Aspen Lane.

The next day was just as sunny and we had to spread our towels on the grass because it was standing room only for the chaises. There were also dozens of men who just so happened to be out for a nature walk on this beautiful sunny day.

We got about an hour's worth of sun and when the crowd didn't thin out at all I winked at her and she sat up to do what we had discussed at breakfast. Stretching her arms over her head she got to her feet and did a few basic exercises like touching her toes and rotating her arms with swimmer warm ups. She then walked over to the pool and with an Esther Williams type dive into the water and did a few laps. Unfortunately this pool wasn't good for lane type swimming so she contented herself by doing water ballet exercises in the center. At this point I slipped into the water and provided the base for a statue of Liberty pose. I slowly rotated in a circle and she acknowledged the round of applause. Ann then announced to the group.

"We are the Wilson's, Bill and Ann. Cottage 9 Aspen Drive. We will be performing every sunny day at about 11 AM."

As we got out of the water there was another round of applause from the gawkers and a number of them came over and introduced themselves as we dried off. I hung around just long enough not to be rude and retreated back to my new study. I did however visually touch base with the boss to see if it was OK. All it took was a quick nod and a glance towards our windows and I knew it was alright with her.

As I walked back to the cottage I reflected on my fellow residents of SC. I had done a fair amount of research on who would be my neighbors before moving here. My brief exchanges with the folks I had met and Ann had told me confirmed my early research. They were mostly well educated with a net worth of 2M+ and would be comfortable in any golf, tennis or university club in the country. Most would not find the same comfort in a small town bar or Legion post Fish Fry on a Friday night. I tended towards the later group but I could fit in wherever Ann wanted to go that day. She was universally liked because she had the ability to say exactly the right thing to anyone and in seconds have them thinking they had just found their long lost best friend.

She also had an uncanny ability to detect bullshit and native honesty in people. Her ability in this area was so good that I never entered into any kind of business relationship without first introducing her to the principals at lunch or dinner. Two drinks and a meal with Ann and my investors or potential partners would have reveled everything relevant without realizing what they were doing. That was why she was the other name on the Wilson and Wilson letterhead.

Back at the house I got on line, checked my mail answered a few issues and logged off to make some sandwiches for lunch. Ann came in just as I was putting the last of the condiments away. Her paper plate held three chips and half a cheese and sausage sandwich.

"Thank you Sweetheart. I had half a dozen offers for lunch but I would rather have lunch with you any day."

"And why is that my dear?"

"Well I suspect that you put a secret sauce on my sandwich that will give me an irresistible urge to shed this bikini and spend the afternoon getting fucked."

As she was speaking I closed the distance between us and as I bent to kiss her I grasped her right hand and placed it on the cock what was conveniently erect and pulsing.

"Ann my dear, your hand is holding the secret sauce dispenser. Now what are you thoughts."

"Well my dear husband I can't possibly get out of this bikini one handed so dear man how about making yourself useful and help a girl undress."

"Good thinking babe."

Of course while this dialogue was going on my shorts were dropping to the floor to join her bikini bottom and then her bra. I hadn't got to handle her gorgeous breasts since this morning and as I lovingly cradled them in my hands I teased first the right and then the left nipple with my tongue. Then tracing a path up her chest to her succulent neck, around her right ear, down her chin to her eager mouth. Our tongues dueled as I lifted her by her butt cheeks and let her down on my eager cock.

"Oh God Bill"

The muscles of her pussy grasped me like a third hand as she went on.

'It just never gets old does it? It just gets better and better and BETTER and BETTER OH FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!

I held her butt steady as the tremors of her orgasm slowly died down and then suddenly a strange voice exclaimed.

"Knock knock Wilsons Its Marie Louise from next door. Are you.............oh my god I'm so sorry."

Still joined with Ann I turned us together so I could see who had just walked into our home. There half way into our kitchen was one of the pool ladies.

"Can I help you? As you can see I'm having intercourse with my wife right now but if you leave your name and number we'll get back to you just as soon as we're done."

Tongue tied and blushing furiously Marie Louise just covered her eyes, backed out and slowly shut the door.

"I guess I won't have to put up that Knock Before Entering sign."

"Yes I think she got the message and I'm sure she will spread the word around the neighborhood."

"And what message is that dear."

"Well my husband. Obviously the couple in C9 are horny assholes so knock before entering. Now, for the last minute or so our afternoon delight has paused and I'd sort of like to pick up where we left off."

"Hold that thought." I said as I set Ann's feet back on the ground. Grabbing the plate of sandwiches with one hand and Rachels hand with the other I hurried us to the Master. Ten seconds later I was once again fully seated in her tight pussy and slowly moving in and out."

"Smooth move Billy. Now we can snack on each other and sandwiches at the same time."

I shut her up with a deep French kiss that got the juices flowing again. Three orgasms for her and a nice one for me and I was feeding her her half a sandwich and three chips.

"Are these the ones with the special sauce?"

For the next two years our idilic life at SILVER COMMUNITY went on. We continued with our Internet businesses, Ann got the committees all reorganized and even got me to join in a couple of community events. We took several trips to check in on busy kids and grandkids and two trips to the islands to fine tune our sex life. In fact it was on the last trip to Barbados as we were cooling off after a sweaty romp in a grass roofed shack on the beach that I noticed her grimacing slightly as she rubbed her tummy.

"Was I l little too energetic and hurt you sweetie"

"Oh no of course not I just have this little pain that sort of comes and goes."

"Well when we get back schedule an appointment. OK?"

The trip finished fine with me observing no other symptoms nor did she complain. She got in to see her GP two weeks after we got home. The GP ordered xRays. Specialists were called in and two days later the light of my life was in Intensive Care. Stunned I listened to the white coats telling me she was riddled with inoperable cancer and they were recommending that extreme life extending measures would be useless. How long did she have? Call your kids in for Goodby's. Eighteen hours later I was holding her hand as the light in my life went out. I remember kissing her on the lips and I guess going home.

From that second on I only have extremely spotty recollections of everything. Frankly I simply don't remember much if anything about dealing with her body and the funeral except that I was there. I especially don't remember the coming, goings and messages of support from the hundreds of her and our friends, relatives and acquaintances. Even the tax and legal dealings in the following months frankly went in one ear and out the other. But somehow things got done and as I've gone back and reviewed the decisions that were made they were generally right and for the best. One of the more surprising things was that my website and business somehow kept running and surprisingly flourished.

I was however a lost fucking soul. Well meaning friends and relatives told me repeatedly that things would get better and then suddenly everyone's solution was to get out there and start dating. I'm not interested in dating. You should be after all you are living in target rich environment. Hundreds of not too bad looking rich widows are living within easy walking distance of your cottage asshole. Get out there! All you have to do is to put a sign in the window and you will have horny ladies lined up for blocks.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Besides the memory gaps I also found that frequently I was tearing up. This was unusual for me because from about age seven on I was notoriously dry eyed. Except for possibly a Lassie movie nothing in my life moved me to even get misty eyed. Now I couldn't visit Ann's grave without a major shedding of tears. On one memorable occasion I actually broke down sobbed out loud. Bringing up memories was always good for a tear and if a friend brought up a remembrance I would have to turn away and change the subject. The passage of time only very slowly diminished this new trait.