My stories are based on events in my life, names have been changed, at this time I was about 65, single and very bi, everyone else is well over the age of eighteen.
I arrived at my friends house after receiving an urgent, garbled phone call.
"What the hell is going on Debbs?" I asked in a worried tone.
My friend Debbie is mid fifties, married and one of my illicit girlfriends, what I refer to as a bored housewife who enjoys a little afternoon lady love, but this was serious, she was upset!
"Its Tom next door, he keeps pestering me, today he offered to pay me for sex." She managed between sobs.
"Do you want me to pop round and see him?" I asked, trying to console her.
"Oh yes please, would you?? I would hate Rob to find out. " Debs stuttered trough her tears.
Rob being Debbie,s husband.
I find myself knocking at the front door of the adjoining semi, Tom opens the door, even in his eighties he is a good looking fit man.
" Hi Carole." Tom greets me cheerily.
"Hello Tom, what have you been saying to Debbie?" I barked. " You have really upset her now!"
"You had better come in." Tom replied sheepishly, " I never meant any harm, I,ve been lonely since Dot passed, I,m sorry. "
Toms wife Dot died suddenly about six months ago, I knew her a little and always thought her a lady.
We sat opposite each other in the lounge, as he spilled out how they had sex daily, right up to her end, now he was missing it, and Debbie is next door, her husband working away most weeks.
