Iris and I sat at the small table in the restaurant's lounge, listening to the guitar player. People were looking at us. We expect that. We encourage it. We're not a typical couple. I'm twenty-seven and Iris is seventy-four. On first glance, we might appear to be a young man having an after dinner drink with his grandmother. But look a little closer, and you'll see us touching and caressing here and there, maybe stealing a quick kiss. One of us might slide a hand beneath the table and stroke the other's inner thigh, which can't be seen, but the warm reaction probably can. We're a sexual couple. We're going to have sex tonight, and we're here in hopes of finding another man, closer to my age than Iris's, to come home with us and join in.
We had found each other in a bistro very much like this one, a couple of years ago. I was sitting at the bar nursing a drink, and Iris was alone at a table, at an angle from me, watching me. After a while, I became aware of her, and from time to time I'd glance over at her. She would smile at me, and eventually she gave me a wink. The silver hair didn't throw me, I took her to be fiftyish, so I walked over to say hello. But it wasn't until I arrived at her table that I realized, in the dim light, exactly what I was dealing with. Nicely dressed, not too heavy or too skinny, but fine wrinkles and considerably older than I had initially thought. Well, it was too late to back out now, so I greeted her and introduced myself, and she invited me to sit down.
We made small talk for a bit, and then she came out and told me her age and that she was there looking for a bed partner. She had become accustomed, in earlier years, to having an active sex life, but that had largely dried up when her husband passed away, and eventually ended entirely when other men stopped coming around. After a time, she came to a decision. She missed it, and was going to do whatever she could to get some of it back. If she looked a bit foolish along the way, oh well, she wasn't getting any younger, and when her time finally came, she wasn't going to be comforted by what a prim and proper lady she had been at the end. She invited me to come home with her and, with no better options for the evening, I went.
Once inside Iris's house, she wasted no time. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she looked into my eyes and said, "Shall we go to the bedroom and get naked, dear?"
I smiled and leaned in for a soft kiss on her lips. "Of course," I replied, going back for another kiss, this time with tongue. She led me to her bedroom and we began undressing in front of each other. When bare, her breasts were full, and sagged only slightly. She slid out of her full-cut panties, revealing a very hairy vagina, more gray than brown, and a sweet-looking, curvy bottom. She apologized, "I don't shave like the young women do, dear. I hope you don't mind."
I replied, " Not at all. I love it like that."
She beamed when I took down my briefs, exposing my uncircumcised penis, hard by the time it was out, and took it in her hand, looking at it and playing with it. After a time, I placed my hands on her hips, and guided her over to the bed. Sitting her down on the edge, and then laying her back, I took my erection in my fist, stroked it briefly, then I knelt down on the floor between her knees. Gently spreading her thighs a bit farther, I brought my lips to Iris's hairy vulva, licking and kissing the outside, then venturing between her lips with my tongue tip. She sighed approval, and I went to work in earnest.
It didn't take long for her to become very wet in her pussy, which surprised me a bit considering her years, and I carefully, precisely, licked her to the first of many orgasms she would have that night. In between, she sucked on my cock, rode me astride, got on her hands and knees and had me enter her from behind, and then begged me to press my cock gently against her anus, "But please don't put it in!" she pleaded. She wiggled her butthole against my hard dick and reached down to finger her swollen clit as I slid my erection up and down in the crack of her bottom.
When I finally came for the first time, I was deep inside her, in the missionary position, with a pillow under her ass, and being very gentle so as to not injure any septuagenarian hips. My orgasm was all soft and warm and wet and fuzzy, and went on for a long time before I stopped ejaculating, withdrew my penis, and stretched out alongside her on the bed. Iris curled up against me and held me. I put an arm around her and we drifted off to sleep for a bit before coming around and starting all over again. It went on like that, and it was a very long night.
Since that night, we've been together and had sex many times, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with another man or woman, or, if we can arrange it, another couple, all of widely varying ages. It's amazing how easy it is to pick up singles and couples with a handsome seventy-something woman as part of the mix. I wouldn't have expected that.
As we sat in the restaurant bar, we looked around for a likely gentleman. Folks were watching us, and many of them, men and women both, smiled as one or the other of us made eye contact. I had an arm around Iris's shoulder, and she occasionally nuzzled my neck. Finally, I noticed a nice looking guy at a table across the room. He was looking at us, and when Iris looked back at him, he smiled. He was by himself, so I walked over and sat down with him.
"Hi. I'm, Josh," I introduced myself.
"I'm Rick," he replied. He looked to be about forty-five or so.
"That's Iris over there," I indicated. "She's seventy-four. She and I are going home soon to have sex, and she wanted me to ask if you'd like to come with us." Rick's jaw dropped, but he kept his cool.
"Seventy-four?" he repeated. "You seem awful young for that."
"Well," I told him, "She's very sexual and, trust me, she's very sexy, too. What do you say?"
"I say, why not?" He followed me back over to our table, I introduced him to Iris, and we settled up and left, with Rick following us back to Iris's house. It's more discreet than my apartment, with nobody coming and going in the halls, and we don't have to worry about neighbors hearing noises from next door or upstairs.
Upon arriving, we waited at the door while Rick parked on the street and walked up, and then we all entered Iris's house. Iris asked Rick if he would like a drink, which he politely declined. With that, Iris came to me, we hugged and gave each other a deep kiss, planting a hand firmly over each other's crotch. When we finished and separated, she moved over to Rick and repeated the process with him. He didn't, however, lower his hand between Iris's legs, still feeling his way into the scene. She then led us to the bedroom, and casually said, "All right, Rick, dear, why don't you take your clothes off.
That's the game we play with visiting men. Iris likes to see how naked she can get them before undressing herself. If a man balks, she'll have me start to disrobe, to keep him going, getting me fully naked as well, if necessary. But she won't start stripping herself except as a last resort. The farthest I ever saw her go before another man got butt naked was to bare her breasts one time. Rick wasn't putting up any resistance, however, and soon he was fully exposed before us, as I was getting ready to lower my slacks.
His soft penis looked to be a nice size, circumcised as nearly all middle aged and older men are, and surrounded by a fine hairy bush. That's part of the game. Iris likes to see their dicks soft first, and most men will not be erect while disrobing and exposing themselves before clothed viewers, even if they previously got stiff during the earlier kissing and feeling up. She likes to see if they hang down a lot or just a little when soft, or if they pull back and look, in Iris's words, "like a button on a fur coat." She'll wait for me to get naked as well, then have us stand next to each other while she kneels down to examine, kiss and suck on our cocks, giving us erections together. Despite this routine, Iris isn't a size queen. She's happy with penises of all sizes and shapes.
As I lowered my briefs and exposed myself, I saw Rick look a little uncomfortable, just for a moment, upon seeing my uncut cock. I've become quite sensitive to this reaction in circumcised men. They hear the stories, even if they don't entirely believe them, about how intact men feel a greater sensation during sex that they can never know, and how women, even if they say nothing, really prefer a whole penis to a circumcised one. As to the first, I can't say, and no one really knows, other than maybe the rare male who gets snipped in adulthood, after having become sexually active. As to the second, well, women who have spoken to me about it, and there have been quite a few, as both cut and uncut males are plentiful among my age group, usually say that, although it's not a big deal, they prefer the cut over the uncut, as it looks neater and they just feel it must be cleaner.
