I am 60 years old. I had just retired and was looking forward to enjoying my retirement with my wife. We were virgins when we married and though I had quite a fantasy life, we only had sex with each other. Our sex life, though difficult at times due to her night-shift job, was generally fulfilling. She was a little on the chunky side, as was I, but enjoyed sex as much as I did. All those plans we made were dashed when she died of a heart attack one night at work. As our two children had already moved out of the house, I was alone for the first time since I was in my twenties.
Not knowing what else to do, I decided to start a little lawn mowing business, as there are plenty of folks who don't want to pay a big service with all their high costs. As my business continued to grow, I began to slim down and decided to get myself into good shape. I finally, though workouts and diet, got back to a weight I hadn't seen since my twenties. I even discovered a little bit of a six pack underneath all those pounds I lost.
One of my first customers was a young professional couple in their late 30s. Donna was an educational administrator, extremely attractive. With her short, dark hair and great figure, she was quite a sight. I could see that she had great breasts and a tight ass under those business suits. Her husband was just as attractive. Michael was slim and blonde and tanned. He worked in the sales field, though not as successfully as she.
They made for a striking couple, and when they spent time lounging at their pool as I mowed, I could see that they both had great bodies. I always hoped that I would be invited to the pool, so I could get a closer look, but I had no such luck. Misfortune struck them as well. Donna, while on a business trip, was killed in a car accident. Michael was understandably despondent.
Several months after her death, as I mowed their lawn, Michael came out to speak to me. He invited me to the pool and got me a beer. He opened up to me and we spoke about being alone. He wanted to know how I dealt with my loneliness.
As we sat there and drank, he asked how I dealt with my sexual desires. Embarrassed as I was, I shared that online porn and masturbation was my only real outlet. I cut the conversation short and finished my mowing. He sat at the pool and watched me.