There really isn't all that much to tell but once in a while something will happen to change that.
Being a 59-year-old retired widower in a condominium full of widows, I am both well fed and well taken care of, sexually. (By the way, as you get older, there are a lot more single women than men and many of them are horny.)
Take last Saturday afternoon for example. I had just settled down in front of the TV when the phone rang. It was Dora, my neighbor on the same floor, three units away. Her voice was warm, sexy and full of promise when she said, "Hi Ted, how you doing?"
"Fine, just taking it easy, how about you?"
"I'm good, any plans for this afternoon?"
I had planned to watch the football game but since my team was out of the playoffs, it wasn't important, at least not nearly as important as what her voice promised. "Not at all, what's up?"
"Well, what would you say to a nice home cooked meal?"
"I would say bring it on!" I laughed a little but was dead serious, "What do I have to do for it?"
Her voice was a lot more serious than mine. "I'm sure we will find something for you to do, something you are good at. Drop by about three. I have a big standing rib roast. You can bring a nice bottle of wine if you'd like. My sister is in town and I want you to meet her."
I couldn't help but think that maybe Dora wanted to introduce her sister to the man who has been banging her regularly or even the other way around. Perhaps even show me off a little. I still had most of my hair and kept myself in pretty good shape. I am not handsome but not too ugly for my age. "I'll be there with bells on and with a nice bottle of wine".
At 3:00 sharp I rang her bell. I was freshly bathed and shaved and had two very nice bottles of pinot noir under my arm.
Dora was also a widow, a lot younger than me but it was hard to tell just how old she was. She was slim and attractive with beautiful, dark, gray-streaked hair, and for some reason I had the feeling she had money. We had been friends, comrades and lovers ever since she moved into the condo three years ago not long after my wife died and I turned my printing business over to my son. She had an almost insatiable sexual appetite but she liked her space. Two or three times a week we would have sex but she would always send me home afterwards. No staying overnight, but I didn't mind, the sex was very good and she usually rewarded me with a nice, hearty meal.
The best part was that although she had no other gentlemen friends that I knew about, she had no reservations about me. She knew I saw other women and she didn't mind as long as I was primed and ready to go when she was horny. Our days were usually Monday and Thursday but once in a while on the weekend we would go out on my boat or I would take her to dinner. Either usually led to an enjoyable evening in her bedroom.
Frankly I didn't need any other women but I had a reputation to think of, so I did my duty to God and country with a few of the other old biddies in the complex. Most of them knew I was busy on Monday's and Thursdays so I often booked Tuesdays and/or Wednesdays with one of my other lady friends. I repaid a good dinner by giving them a good piece of ass.
Anyway, this was an unexpected pleasure for a Sunday afternoon. The door opened and there stood a little younger, a little heavier, blond version of Dora. She extended a well-manicured, cool, soft hand. "Hi, you must be Ted; I'm Gwen, Dora's sister. Please come in, Dora is in the kitchen and will be out in a moment."
Although the facial features were very much alike, the similarities stopped there. While Dora was tall and slender, Gwen was short, maybe five foot three inches tall and a little heavy, but still a very attractive woman. She was dressed in some sort of a very loose fitting caftan and was barefoot. The lack of shoes only accentuated her short statute against my 6 foot 2 inch frame. Dora came out of the kitchen, looking very matronly. As usual she was impeccably dressed in a skirt and blouse with an apron to protect her clothing and her ever-present high-heeled shoes. The 4-inch heels only served to accentuate her height in comparison to her sister.
She greeted me with an unusual smile. "I see you to have already met. Gwen just got in yesterday but is going to spend a week or so with me. I haven't seen her for six or seven years. In case you're wondering, Gwen is my half-sister and is a bit younger than me. She is my father's child by his second wife, my stepmother." Dora sent Gwen into the kitchen to pour the wine and confided in me that she was just coming off of a very bad relationship with the man she had been living with for the last five years.
Gwen returned with the drinks and the three of us had an enjoyable few minutes chatting until Dora had to excuse herself to see about something in the kitchen. I was a little surprised when Gwen moved from the chair opposite to sit alongside of me on the sofa. As we talked, she became very animated and would put her hand on my arm or on my leg to make a point. As the conversation progressed, her hand spent less time on my arm and more on my leg, edging ever closer to my crotch. Dora came back into the room and Gwen snatched her hand away from my lap as if she had been scalded. I'm not sure if Dora noticed or not.
Dora announced that dinner was ready and showed us the seating arrangement. I was at the head of the table with Gwen to my left. Dora was to my right with her back to the kitchen. The meal was just what I had come to expect in this apartment, delicious, with everything done to perfection. What I hadn't expected was Gwen's bare foot under the table, hidden by the tablecloth, playing with mine, running up my leg and finally wiggling her toes in my lap.
Unfortunately, I am a man, a very common, very virile one and it wasn't long before I had a hard on. Gwen's toes finally ended up touching it and I saw her suppress a giggle. Dora left the table to serve desert and Gwen's hand replaced her foot in my crotch with a firm grip on my penis. She whispered, "I'm glad I got your attention. Dora said you were a wonderful lover. Would you like to make love to me?"
Dora returned before I had a chance to answer and Gwen quickly removed her hand. "What are you two chatting about? Gwen is grinning like a Cheshire cat and you look like I caught you with your hand in the cookie jar."
Gwen was quick to respond and said; "I was asking him about your love life, that is, do the two of you do it?"
Dora reddened and mumbled, "I don't think that is any of your business."
"That's not what you told me on the phone. You said he was a wonderful lover, had a big dick and could fuck for hours. That's the main reason I came here, I want him to fuck me."