After my wife died, I met Char. I'm in my early sixties, she was only 56, we met at a cycling event, helping each other finish a 100 mile ride. After the ride we had a beer, and exchanged numbers, the next thing you know we are seeing a lot of each other, first for bike rides and coffee, then things got more serious.
We clicked, both like to cook, travel, love our dogs, our kids and we seemed to laugh a lot.
Char was as adventurous in bed as I had always wanted to be, it was quite a miracle to find someone who was so sexually compatible at such a late stage in life. My late wife and I had a good sex life, I'd give it a solid B, after 30 years together we were still having passionate sex until she got too sick- but there were boundaries that were a little narrower than I would have preferred.
That's true in every relationship, I wasn't complaining, but when I met Char it was like a fantasy come true, every time. She loved oral, loved me to cum on her tits, went crazy the first time I went down on her after I had come in her pussy, she was spontaneous... Like when I was driving my boat on the intercoastal and suddenly felt her bare tits on my back and her hands reaching around to rub my cock through my bathing suit. Yea: drop anchor!
"So tell me what we haven't done that you'd like to try?" She asked me after we'd had another marathon session, we just couldn't get enough of each other, despite our ages we were like teenagers in heat when we were together. Her long red hair hanging down over her nice little tits, she was a cyclist and a runner, I like thin women.
"Duh..."
"I know you'd like a threesome, every man would."
