I'm 74, a widower. My wife died fifteen months ago after a little over forty-one years of marriage. I didn't marry until I was thirty-two, a late maturer I guess. Marrying late has its advantages. I had sowed my wild oats, although they weren't all that wild nor sowed all that widely, so I knew what I was missing and it wasn't much. I had no trouble staying faithful through my marriage. Not that our sex life together was all that wild either. My fault as much as, or more than, my wife. I'm just a conservative. Steady and traditional fit me. Our two daughters are good people, married to good guys, and raising my grandchildren well.
Now, sex has entered my life again. A little more lively than all the many previous years. Before getting into details, I should add that after continuing to have sex with my wife as we aged together, I was well aware that her genitals remained as interesting, moist and capable of exercising my cock at the end as in the beginning. Maybe more so, although I needed Viagra to hold up my half of the action.
I'm not sure how to identify female genitals. Pussy. I'm not sure why but I don't like to use such a flip name for my wife's sexual apparatus. Cunt is even worse. The word cunnilingua is used to describe the licking of them so maybe some version of cunni, whatever its roots, is right. I'm aware some females calll it their cunny. Vulva is probably the correct name but somehow that doesn't sound sexy at all.
Whatever the name, I spent forty years regularly licking it, tasting it, sucking on her clit. I'm pretty sure close to 100% of females like, or would like, to have it favored orally. Mostly, ours was foreplay, leading up to inserting my penis. My cock. But I liked it for some odd reason so it often led to orgasm all on its own.
All of this is to lead up to the fact that at ages close to mine both men's and women's bodies change. They wrinkle and sag even among the most fit. I've gained weight -- not horrribly obese but with more of a spare tire than I'd like. I stay fairly fit, walk a lot but I'm no Adonis by any means. Most women are also a little flabbier than they'd like. But their vulvas (for lack of a better term) are every bit as desirable at seventy as they were at twenty. At least they are to another oldster like me.
I play Bridge, a card game, at a couple Senior Centers several times a week. There are as many females as men, usually more. Several of these women make sexual suggestive remarks during the afternoon's play. There are four people at a table, multiple tables, and the arrangement is that we move regularly from table to table. So I play with different partners and opponents. It's almost as much a social occasion as it is a card game. So, all kinds of things get discussed. Several women, widows mostly but some long divorced, sound to me as if they're interested in finding a sex partner.
At first I just smiled and wrote it off as light banter. But after some months of missing my wife in many ways, I began to wonder if they really meant it. Finally, I decided to try and find out. One of them, Ruby, was more physically attractive to me than others. Just in case it worked out, I figured I might as well be with someone I liked than not. I couldn't pursue this openly during a game, with others present, so I walked with her to her car one afternoon.
"Ruby, a number of times you've said things that make it sound as if you'd like to find a man to have sex with. If I'm wrong, I apologize, but I wonder if that's so?"
She smiled. Grinned is probably a better description. "Are you offering yourself, Jack?"
If I said yes and she wasn't interested, I'd be embarassed. Maybe not able to play Bridge there any more. But I can't say no because that isn't true. "Well, only if you're interested," is the answer I came up with after a pause.
"Oh, I'm interested," she said. "But it's been a long time and I'm not sure how to go about this. I mean, I have a family, grandchildren. I'm not wealthy but I have a little and have to be careful with it. Sex seems to always involve romance or romantic feelings. I don't think I'm ready for that. But if it was just sex and no more I'm certainly interested. Is that possible?"
Nothing like setting the ground rules first. Very sensible. I think she's thought about this. "I don't know," I finally replied. "I've never done this. But I'm in the same situation as you. I would hope that it would only be sex and nothing more. Neither of us can say what might happen eventually, though, and we might as well admit it."
"Can you still perform?" She asked. "I mean, some men can't."
