I watched my wife cavorting on the dance floor like she was the cheer leader she was when she was in college. She was doing the Twist and the Hully-gully and shaking her ass and tits and generally acting like she did when we first met. The only trouble was that she was more than fifty years older now. Mabel is 73 years old and I am 75 and we now live in the Sunset Acres Retirement Home. It's a fancy name for an assisted living facility and nursing home. Mabel has Alzheimer's and I have Parkinson's and we both are here because we can't live without help. Right now, Mabel thinks she is still a 22 year old swinging single, and my tremors are so bad that I can hardly get around without a walker. What hurts the most is that she thinks the asshole she is carrying on with, out there on the dance floor, is me, George Moore, when I was 24 years old. He is Ira Walden, a brash, loud mouthed 72 year old retired salesman.
I was one of the first draftees called up right after the Korean War started and I got wounded badly enough to be discharged after I was in for two years. My injury didn't impair me that much and I used the GI Bill to go to college and get an accounting degree. That led to the job I was doing when I met Mabel. I was a junior accountant, not certified yet, working for one of the national big five accenting forms. I was assigned, with a team, to do an audit, prior to a merger, with a midsized manufacturer. It was on the third day that we were there that I saw her; she was the receptionist on the front desk when I walked in that morning. I said to her,
"Hello beautiful, I'd like to take you out dancing."
"Slow up Georgie, you don't even know my name."
"Don't need to know it; all I know is that you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen. How do you know my name?"
"I have to know every one that I let get by me, I know your whole team."
"And here I thought it was my rugged good looks that sparked your interest in me."
That got a giggle and after a five minute conversation, a date to go dancing on Saturday night. I liked to dance and so did she. My older sister had taught me how to Lindy and Fox Trot and all the Latin American dances then in vogue so we cut quite a figure out there on the dance floor. I even managed to get a good night kiss when the date was over. I took Mabel out for a year before we got married and never got much more than some hot necking and petting. Back in the fifties good girls didn't go all the way. There was no sucking or fucking and usually not even a kiss good night on that first date. Later on, I got to feel her tits and get her off by rubbing her clittie through her panties. She even gave me a hand job a couple of times but she kept her virginity for our wedding night.
That night she gave me the gift she was saving for her husband. She has always been an exuberant and enthusiastic person and she took to sex in the same manner. When we finally were able to leave our wedding reception and enter the privacy of our hotel room she turned to me, walked into my arms and said,
"Make me your wife."
We kissed with a stored up passion that had me hard in an instant. We undressed each other, clothes flying helter-skelter all over the room. She reached for my penis,
"I have felt this before but never really had a good look at it. It's beautiful."
I was sucking on her tit when I said,
"It's going to feel better than it looks when I get to place it where it belongs."
I kissed my way down to her bush and started working on her clit with my tongue.
"Oh my god," she said, "Is this what I have been missing up till now. Don't stop. Oh yes, right there, more, yesssssssssssssssssssssss."
She fell in love with oral and me going down on her right then and there. I was too hot to have her suck me so I just reared up and slowly entered her. I felt her hymen give way and felt her flinch for a moment and then her hips caught my rhythm and we were off to the races. I think she came three times, or maybe be it was one long climax with peaks, but after that she was hooked on sex.
Like every one else, we fucked like bunnies for the first year or two and then settled down to a nice loving relationship. I never refused her and she rarely refused me except for the times when she was pregnant and just too big to be comfortable. Neither one of us was ever unhappy about our sex lives and we were completely faithful to each other. We had a good marriage with a few ups and downs, two children, five grand children and a mortgage free home. After I had gotten certified I had advanced to a partnership and eventually retired with a very comfortable pension. Life was good until about five years ago when old age caught up to us.
It was then when I first noticed the change in her. Some of the enthusiasm was gone; she was quieter and more withdrawn. She had stopped calling her friends and going out shopping with them. She had become more of a loner and spent most of her time with me. Then one day it happened, I got the phone call,
"Mr. Moore?"
"Yes, that's me, I am George Moore."
