{I will bet I have started this story no less than a dozen times, written myself into a corner and then began again.
I don't believe it either, so I will just write it the way it happened.
Not very erotic, the wife and I don't swing...well, not really.
I also changed some places and names, some of you guys snoop and my other attempts might have had a few of you wanting to swing by.}
I dabble a little bit on the auctions sites to pick up some cash. No big deal there, that started out with some fishing poles and a few odds and ends around the house that my wife Debra and I share here on the Oregon coast.
Then I got an email from a warehouse salesman I knew way back, the warehouse he works for only sells stuff cases at a time, so they had some "dead" inventory.
Cheap! I mean, REAL cheap, like expensive items at scrap prices!
I know opportunity when I see it, but it meant going to Henderson to check this out.
Plus I don't have any money, my Social Security check is now $934.00 a month after the big raise we just got.
Debs, on the other hand has some. We agreed early on that what was hers was hers and what was mine was mine, so while it might sound odd, I had no clue at all how much she had.
So I told her about the deal, she thought for a minute and it hit her too.
"Ok, honey. Let's go, check it out. I will finance it if it looks OK, for 20% of the profits." She grinned at me.
Debs as I call her is a Registered Nurse Practitioner, I have written about her before so no need to go into a lot of detail other than to say she is one very uninhibited lady.
Geriatrics is her specialty, which means older folks.
Like me, now 68.
Sex to her is a part of being alive and healthy, so if she can help a client with any issues, to her it's a good thing.
That attitude has led to a few things happening that some folks might consider strange but to my wife, sex and fantasies about sex are normal.
Debs is 58, I think. It just struck me as I sit here that I am not sure about that. I know she looks way too young for me, far closer to mid forties now that the two of us have been going to a local gym.
At first that damn near killed me off, after the first session I was so sore I was miserable. Then I had a damn stroke, I wrote about that also so no reason to repeat it here.
I am healthy now, just under 200 pounds and probably in the best shape I have been in since I was in my forties myself.
Exercise seems to help the love muscle, that is something I can testify to.
Especially with my Debs now coming in at 128 pounds, down from the 155 when we met. She was a fox to me back then, now?
Damn!
Her new appearence even helps at the clinic, every old fart in the County wants to be on her client list.
That part is funny as hell, about half of them come in complaining about not being able to "perform" like they think they should, and Debra has no concerns at all about checking things out for them.
She told me with a giggle that give or take 3-4 times every single day she has some old coot with a hard on poking out at her in her office.
Debs can tell which ones really have concerns and which ones don't though. Plus she never does anything except when someone is really ill or there is a problem. In those cases it's a referral or down the hall to the little room, fill the cup.
Sometimes, not always even doing that is a problem, then in comes one of the nurses.
Yea, I know. You don't believe that? I don't care, that happened to me the very first time I was in that clinic. Olivia was the Nurse I was assigned to, after 20 minutes of effort she sent in some middle aged lady to help me, she had the sample and was back out the door before it even registered on me what was happening.
See? Here I go, off rambling again.
Back to the story.
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Debs and I stayed at a hotel called the Venetian. Fancy place to look at, the room we had was nice but the air conditioning didn't work and we couldn't get the closet door open.
Then the safe was locked, it had these buttons on it and without the password we couldn't get it open.
Debs had $3000.00 in cash in her purse so we called the desk, not wanting to pack that around all at once.
Debs was in the shower when the service guy knocked, I let him in, not even thinking about it.
He looked to be around 30 or so, a middle east looking guy.
The guy used some kind of pass code and had the door to the tiny little safe open in seconds. He was explaining to me how to use it when Debs walked in from the bathroom section of our suite.
Naked as a jaybird.
"Oops!" She said, grinned and back into the bathroom she went but not before the guy got a good look.
He glanced at me, his face went a bit red, at least it looked that way to me. Hard to tell since his skin was a bit dark.
"Sorry. I guess I should have warned her." I managed.
"No problem, we see people like that in their rooms all the time." He then grinned like we had done it deliberately or something.
"Usually not that nice, though." He gave me an even bigger grin, then he left.
"I think that guy liked you!" I told Debs as soon as she came back out. She had a towel wrapped around herself this time.
"Yea, I heard him. See, honey? I still have it!" She bounced up and down on tiptoe which made her big boobs threaten to slip out from under the towel.
That stuff nearly always makes me react, and it did, so I reached out and grabbed the edge of the towel and tugged.
"Quit it, I want to get dressed and go downstairs." She scooted away from me.
45 minutes later she came back out, how in the hell it can take 45 minutes to pull on some panties, a bra and a dress is beyond me.
"Yow!" I exclaimed when I saw her.
Trace of makeup, her hair brushed out so much it was shiney, no way in hell was there any bra under the top of that dress! I know how big her boobs are and I could see most of them. It came to midway down her thighs, about as short as I ever saw her wear.
Not like the outfits we see the young girls wear in today's world, those often are barely above the crotch of their panties, but this outfit on Debs looked sexy as hell.
"You like?" She did a little spin.
"Yea." I groaned.
"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, sweetie." She gave me a smirk.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Want me to flash this guy too?" Debra grinned.
"Let's don't and say we did." I told her, opening the door.
This one was a pretty 25-30 year old looking blond, she looked at me with a smile, then at Debs with an even bigger smile.
"You called about a closet door being stuck?" She asked.
I showed her the problem, she took a look at it.
"I don't think they built this place right, the whole thing is settling. Oh well, it gives me a job, I guess."
She did something to the track the door slid on, sprayed it with some kind of lube and worked it back and forth.
"Here is my direct number, call if it gives you any more trouble. Of it you...need anything?" The woman was looking at my wife when she said that.
"I think she liked you!" I told Debs with a laugh as soon as the woman left.
