Home For Horny Seniors Ch 01

This is the introduction of a new series

I was facing my 50th birthday with apprehension. You see, I had not long lost my lovely old wife (85) and up until she passed we enjoyed quality sexual fun, and now I was missing it greatly. I thought my days of fucking and playing with old ladies were long gone. How mistaken was I?

I had decided to downsize and put our 3-bed home up for sale and began looking into the so-called retirement homes. Some were quite pricy -- over £100 K.

A small advertisement on a local property website sparked my curiosity. It said:

Small privately owned park home site has available a nice 2-bedroom property in immaculate condition. Price £60, 000and £100 monthly ground rent that includes water charges. Would be ideal for an active and healthy gentleman or couple (over 50) looking to meet and enjoy the pleasurable company of other elderly active residents. Phone Mrs. Jones on ......for further details.

Well, the word pleasurable aroused my interest so I gave Mrs. Jones a call.

She sounded very nice and asked me some weird questions that hinted that the park residents were sexually active. Of course, I encouraged her by saying that I missed my elderly wife and that right up to a few days before her death we were intimate daily.

She invited me to view the home the following afternoon and added if I minded if some residents were there to show me around the site. The address she gave me was in the next county and I had to use the sat nav to find it. The first time it sent me down a cul-de-sac and the second time into a narrow lane that seemed to go nowhere. As I was running late, I phoned her and was told I was in the right place but to follow the lane until the end where the site was.

It was in the middle of nowhere. I noticed there was a high hedge as I drove into the site a small sign which said private property. There were10 homes sited on quite large plots in a circle and one had the word 'reception' in the window.

As I went to ring the doorbell, Mrs. Jones appeared in the doorframe. No word of a lie, the woman had on the thinnest dress possible which was nice and short and tight to emphasize her titties and nice protruding belly.

"Oh, you found us then Mr. Charles." I shook her outstretched hand and she welcomed me in. Doreen, as she insisted I call her, seemed to be in her late sixties/early seventies. After making me a coffee we sat in her sumptuous lounge and the questions started.

"Would it be okay, to call you Stan? It is much friendlier don't you think."She then crossed her legs showing her stocking tops to stress the point.

"Now Stan you might be wondering about the need to interview you. To be perfectly frank we are looking for people to live here and mix intimately and have the right frame of mind. First I would like to understand that you said your wife was elderly and you enjoyed an active sex life. How old was she?"

When I said 85, her jaw dropped. "But you can't be much over 50 Stan. That is a big age gap." Knowing this was a sex test I told her about my past and how I became addicted to old ladies and all their delights.

Doreen seemed to be fascinated with my background and asked me what I meant by 'delights'.

"Doreen, how much detail would you like to hear? Some stuff is what you might consider perverted."

"Stan, as you seem to appreciate looking at my stocking tops, we in our little enclave here, are very broadminded, so do please go on."

As I outlined my preference for fingering and eating hairy fannies, long stretches of French kissing and mutual wanking, piss play, etc, and when I told her that my preference was for ladies up to 85 and more she went bright red.

"I forgot to add Doreen, that as I got older, I played with old couples as well".

As I was saying all this stuff, she was squirming and getting sexed up. " Stan would be okay if some of the residents asked you some more questions of a more intimate nature. I am sure that by now you know that we are a community of very horny. seniors."

After she made a few calls three largish ladies and two old guys made their way in. After introductions, the questions came quickly. How long could I hold on before cumming? How long was my cock? Did I like anal sex? Would I be ok with husbands watching and taking part?

The question that I hoped would be asked, was did it worry me playing with ladies who were incontinent and had I ever enjoyed role-playing?

I told them that pissing ladies were a really big turn-on for me and role-playing was also good as it allowed people to explore sexual avenues they might be apprehensive about or never thought of.

I passed the test and it was agreed I could move in a month's time after all the paperwork was done. I could not wait for my perverted sexual future to start.