OK readers you are going to get what you ask for, me Judy. There were a lot of requests for me to write a story. I have to apologize for the comment that I made. (Pull up your big boy pants up) I went back and read all the comments that John received and this is what prompted my comment. He was cussed out called every name in the book, was even threatened. It may have been because a lady had something to do with the last story. You were all perfect gentlemen and great ladies. The criticisms were great without the four letter words, so stick it to me anonymous. Of course, when John reads this he is going to "kill" me. I have to be honest!!
John and I met in 1989 and moved in together in 1990. We never got married. The only reason I called him my husband in the introduction story, 'cause he was the one who was going to write it. The honeymoon trip was John's fantasy. Boy, am I getting myself in trouble. John and I have been together for 27 years we are still single. I am 71 and John is 68. John retired at 65 and I am still working. I love my job. We have done real well financially. John is always on me about retiring. He is writing because he is bored.
When John and I met we had a great sex life. Two or three times a day was not uncommon. We both got tired of the missionary position. John started talking to me while we were having sex. I would get off so hard. It was a totally different way of getting off. Gil came into the picture and that brought another dimension into our life's. I met Gil that first night, I knew I would sleep with him. Of course, it would make a good story time. I knew John wanted me to do something like this. After I did Gil, it was a great turn on to both of us. We wanted to do more of our fantasies.
We were very careful on who we chose. If we were not sure we used contraceptives. I always had two in my purse. John wanted everybody to think we were going bareback. We got other people involved for about 12 years. We might of had a total of 15 people. We knew almost all of them. Now you know our life story. Here goes my one and only story that I will write.
My 49th Birthday.
John and I lived in a apartment in a large city. After about four years we decided to buy a home. The home that we bought was 250 miles from the apartment. One of John's best clients lived there and it was close to an airport. I could not move there cause I would have been driving 500 miles a day so we kept the apartment. I went to the house every weekend. I would get to spend three days there, I was off on Mondays.
John was an avid work out freak. When he was not travailing he was in the gym. He happened to meet the neighbor across the street from the house, while he was working out. The neighbor's name was Myron. Myron was older than us. Probable in his late 60's. He was in really good shape.
John and I were really into football, so we had direct TV and got all of the games.
One Saturday in the middle of October, John invited Myron over to watch the football games. I had never met Myron, it was really nice to have company. When I first met Myron my first thoughts were the silver fox. He was 6' 1" and weight about 180 pounds. He had white silver hair. Very good looking for his age. We all sat around having chips and drinks while we watched the games. We found out he was a retired masseuse and a professional dancer.
I said, "Myron why don't you come down with John next weekend its my big 49th birthday. We are going out to dinner and dancing. I made reservations at a real nice place. I sure would love to have you there so I don't step on John's toes all night."
I had noticed that Myron kept looking at my chest, I had not put a bra on. I just had on a blouse that buttoned up the front and a pair of shorts. My nipples were really hard and pushing at the fabric.
"That sounds like a great idea I would love to go down and spend your birthday with you and John." Myron said.
I said, "Myron I will leave the plans up to you and John on when you come. I have a hair appointment at 9 am next Saturday morning and then I have to go shopping for a new dress and shoes. Now if you two want to go shopping with me you should be at the apartment by 11:oo am."
John piped in, "Myron and I will talk it over and I will let you know when I call you. I do not have to do any traveling next week. All my work can be done at home on the phone."
Wednesday night John gave me a call at the apartment and let me know that they would try to get there Saturday morning by 11 am.
Saturday morning I got up and out to my hair appointment. I got through and was home by 11. No John or Myron. You have to remember in 1994 no one had cell phones. It was called stopping at a pay phone. I waited to almost 11:30. I was walking out the door when they showed up. We all got into Myron's pickup and off to Macy's we went.
When we got there we went right to the dress department. John and Myron took there seats. I must of tried on twenty dresses. It did not seem like they liked any of them. I finally found this dark green long dress. It was long sleeved backless went all the way to the floor and had slit up left side it also buttoned up the front. I knew John would really like this. When I was trying it on it brought out my green eye and my tan. When I walked out both their eyes said wow. I left them setting there heading for the shoe department. I knew exactly what I wanted. I found a pair of black 4" heels. Went over to the cashier and paid.
I said, "we have to get back to the apartment, we have been here for three and half hours, I have to get home and get ready. Our dinner reservations are at seven."
I over heard Myron and John mumbling to each other, it wasn't our fault, but we sure enjoyed the show.
By the time we got to the apartment, got our showers taken and our clothes change it was six. It was about half an hour drive to the restaurant. We all needed a drink. John fix us a drink in fact he fixed us two. After the second drink it was 6:30. We decided to take my car. I didn't want to crunch up my dress in the front seat of a pickup. John drove, Myron sat in the back behind me.
We arrived at the restraint right on time. We walked in, the music was already playing. The hostess seated us in the back corner in a half rounded booth the light was really dim. I slid in first, John went to my right side and Myron was on my left. We were higher than the tables, we had a clear view of the dance floor. Our waitress came over we ordered a drink, we told her we would wait a while before ordering dinner. The band was playing old music from the 50s waltz's.
I said, "Myron its time to teach me to dance. I have been waiting for a week to do this with you."
