My wife and I were lucky enough to retire in our late 50s. We packed our stuff and in time honored tradition moved to Florida. Our house wasn't huge but we had a private pool area, a hot tub in one corner and a pool cabana with a small kitchen and shower.
It was a great lifestyle. The weather, the pool and all day to enjoy it. I went nude most days at home and encouraged Beth to do the same but she was reluctant although she was totally relaxed going topless. Her breasts are big - 34DD and she has always been proud of them although they have started to sag more noticeably in recent years.
Sex wise, things weren't great and hadn't been for some time. I don't really know why but things had been winding down for a few years and i was mostly reduced to masturbating when she was out. Pretty pathetic when you think about it.
After a few months of settling in, her Mother (early 80s) got sick and Beth started more frequent trips back home. Some trips I went with her, others I didn't. Usually dependent on the weather up North. I didn't go buck wild when she was gone. Had we been in our 30s I probably would have done but I mostly just stayed home, watched porn and grilled out in the evenings. Every Thursday evening I would go to a local bar for a couple of beers and a hamburger, I'm not much of a drinker but I went because they added marrowbone to the burger and I had read somewhere how good it was for you.
It was there I met a guy in his mid 60s called Mark. He was a "grey fox" type with a trimmed beard. We always chatted and were on the same page in certain areas, politics being one of them. He was single after several years of marriage, lived locally and never seemed to eat anything but chicken wings. After a few weeks of chatting in the bar he invited me to his apartment to " watch the game" and it ended up in a porn fest with us 69'ing each other on the floor of his living room. It was not my first experience with another guy but it was the first with a bisexual guy. I began sharing nude pics of Beth with him as well as mostly topless pics of her 2 daughters (early 30s and taken by our pool) He was hugely into porn and when I visited he would have a tv in the living room with porn on, a computer in the living room with porn on and a tv and 2 comps in the bedroom with porn on. It seemed a bit too much like overkill but everyone likes what they like.
I started to see him weekly when she was gone and then not see him at all when she came back. It was an easy relationship to keep going as we weren't "dating" so we couldn't really break up!
It was on one of her trips home that Beth got into a fender bender. Nothing serious and initially she seemed fine, but after a few weeks she complained of back pain which seemed to get worse over time. It wasn't sufficiently serious for any kind of surgery but she needed pain medication. I understood her reluctance to take it as her sister had had a pill problem a few years previously and she was worried about addiction. Consequently, she would wait for the pain to hit before taking them rather than taking them in advance of any pain. Fortunately her doctor was sympathetic to her concerns and gave her a medical marijuana prescription instead.
It was some random day a few weeks later and I was sitting outside drinking my morning coffee reading the news on my phone. Beth was showering. I went through the french doors into our bedroom where you can see part of the shower (its one of those "open" showers which doesn't have a door) She was masturbating using her hand and the shower head, really working her bare pussy over. I retreated like I was watching something illegal but it was hard to shake the image. I have NEVER known her to masturbate, even when we were in our 30s screwing daily.
Bringing the subject up though was a different matter and after pondering how best to do so, I ended up just blurting it out after a glass of wine too many a few days later. It was a bit of an uncomfortable conversation at first but she readily admitted the pot made her feel horny, We didn't have a big come-to-Jesus conversation but that night I straddled her and slide my cock between her titties for the first time in months. She actually asked me to do her from behind and had a quiet but obvious orgasm within a few minutes after which I finished on her tits.
Was my wife now a slut? Unfortunately not, but we began doing it 3 times a week or so plus at my request she would go fully nude when we were at home. She was more relaxed for sure.
{ At this point I would make a few comments. Nudity/going topless doesn't seem like a big deal in Florida because of the pool and because of the weather. If I was up North and my stepdaughters/wife walked into the kitchen topless/nude I would probably have a heart attack but when they are here it happens daily without anyone blinking an eye as they are constantly tanning/sunning and walking in and out of the house. That type of lifestyle and set up tends to create more of an underlying sexual dynamic }
Naturally, I began thinking of us exploring a naughtier sex life. Ideally I would have preferred an arrangement with another couple- kind of a more the merrier approach, but I knew that wouldn't fly, so my thoughts really centered on Mark.
Part 2 to come if enough people are interested
It was a great lifestyle. The weather, the pool and all day to enjoy it. I went nude most days at home and encouraged Beth to do the same but she was reluctant although she was totally relaxed going topless. Her breasts are big - 34DD and she has always been proud of them although they have started to sag more noticeably in recent years.
Sex wise, things weren't great and hadn't been for some time. I don't really know why but things had been winding down for a few years and i was mostly reduced to masturbating when she was out. Pretty pathetic when you think about it.
After a few months of settling in, her Mother (early 80s) got sick and Beth started more frequent trips back home. Some trips I went with her, others I didn't. Usually dependent on the weather up North. I didn't go buck wild when she was gone. Had we been in our 30s I probably would have done but I mostly just stayed home, watched porn and grilled out in the evenings. Every Thursday evening I would go to a local bar for a couple of beers and a hamburger, I'm not much of a drinker but I went because they added marrowbone to the burger and I had read somewhere how good it was for you.
It was there I met a guy in his mid 60s called Mark. He was a "grey fox" type with a trimmed beard. We always chatted and were on the same page in certain areas, politics being one of them. He was single after several years of marriage, lived locally and never seemed to eat anything but chicken wings. After a few weeks of chatting in the bar he invited me to his apartment to " watch the game" and it ended up in a porn fest with us 69'ing each other on the floor of his living room. It was not my first experience with another guy but it was the first with a bisexual guy. I began sharing nude pics of Beth with him as well as mostly topless pics of her 2 daughters (early 30s and taken by our pool) He was hugely into porn and when I visited he would have a tv in the living room with porn on, a computer in the living room with porn on and a tv and 2 comps in the bedroom with porn on. It seemed a bit too much like overkill but everyone likes what they like.
I started to see him weekly when she was gone and then not see him at all when she came back. It was an easy relationship to keep going as we weren't "dating" so we couldn't really break up!
It was on one of her trips home that Beth got into a fender bender. Nothing serious and initially she seemed fine, but after a few weeks she complained of back pain which seemed to get worse over time. It wasn't sufficiently serious for any kind of surgery but she needed pain medication. I understood her reluctance to take it as her sister had had a pill problem a few years previously and she was worried about addiction. Consequently, she would wait for the pain to hit before taking them rather than taking them in advance of any pain. Fortunately her doctor was sympathetic to her concerns and gave her a medical marijuana prescription instead.
It was some random day a few weeks later and I was sitting outside drinking my morning coffee reading the news on my phone. Beth was showering. I went through the french doors into our bedroom where you can see part of the shower (its one of those "open" showers which doesn't have a door) She was masturbating using her hand and the shower head, really working her bare pussy over. I retreated like I was watching something illegal but it was hard to shake the image. I have NEVER known her to masturbate, even when we were in our 30s screwing daily.
Bringing the subject up though was a different matter and after pondering how best to do so, I ended up just blurting it out after a glass of wine too many a few days later. It was a bit of an uncomfortable conversation at first but she readily admitted the pot made her feel horny, We didn't have a big come-to-Jesus conversation but that night I straddled her and slide my cock between her titties for the first time in months. She actually asked me to do her from behind and had a quiet but obvious orgasm within a few minutes after which I finished on her tits.
Was my wife now a slut? Unfortunately not, but we began doing it 3 times a week or so plus at my request she would go fully nude when we were at home. She was more relaxed for sure.
{ At this point I would make a few comments. Nudity/going topless doesn't seem like a big deal in Florida because of the pool and because of the weather. If I was up North and my stepdaughters/wife walked into the kitchen topless/nude I would probably have a heart attack but when they are here it happens daily without anyone blinking an eye as they are constantly tanning/sunning and walking in and out of the house. That type of lifestyle and set up tends to create more of an underlying sexual dynamic }
Naturally, I began thinking of us exploring a naughtier sex life. Ideally I would have preferred an arrangement with another couple- kind of a more the merrier approach, but I knew that wouldn't fly, so my thoughts really centered on Mark.
Part 2 to come if enough people are interested
Beth
My Mom isn't majorly sick but her hip is bad and she can't drive much anymore. So I'm more her chauffeur than her nurse, ferrying her to doctors appointments, to see friends etc. Life there is boring and I don't blame my husband, Dan, from wanting to stay in Florida although he comes with me when the weather here is warm.
The marijuana prescription has definitely helped my back and being slightly high makes things less boring plus my Mother insists on having the television on which gets on my nerves after a while, so it helps with that too.
I has also - to my great surprise- helped me rediscover my dormant sexuality. The pot makes my body sensitive and allows me to stay in the moment and I have begun to masturbate in bed at night, my orgasms better than they have ever been. I last masturbated this frequently when I was in my twenties. I was married to my first husband, Bob. He was a real horndog, wanting it almost daily, but he was one of the worst "lovers" a woman could have. He would get randomly aroused and almost immediately want to screw. It could be in the kitchen, outside in the yard or out in the car, He rarely took longer than 5 minutes to cum and had no interest in any sexual pleasure for me. So masturbating became my sexual pleasure. Dan was a much better lover than Bob and I didn't feel the need to masturbate when I was with him.
My eldest daughter lives about 15 minutes away from my Moms. She is divorced and has a 3 year old. She has a shared custody arrangement with her ex who gets their daughter for the weekend every two weeks. Their relationship isn't good so my daughter drops her daughter off at my Moms and her ex- who has to drive 2 hours- picks her up there. On Sunday night he brings her back to my Moms. This has been going on for a couple of years now so they can avoid seeing each other.
Juan her ex is Mexican, handsome and charming. He sells used cars and it's the perfect job for him. He's a little flashy for me, watch, gold chain etc but he has lovely white teeth and that glossy black hair that looks so good. He is also someone to talk to apart from my Mom and as he has a long enough journey he usually stays and visits for a while. On his most recent visit he was more flirtatious than usual, a little touchy and I think he might make a move on me soon. Its hard to know for sure with guys who flirt all the time. Most guys act normally and flirt if they like you. Juan can't help himself. He even flirts with my mother. I can't deny I'm attracted to him but wonder why he is hitting on me so hard as I'm about to turn 60. I also worry about my body. I've got big boobs and I've still got a sexy shape but none of it is as firm as it once was. Plus what if my daughter finds out and would she be mad? I decided to go the safe route and planned on a polite rebuff before anything went too far.
When he arrived he visited with my Mother for a while, making her laugh and refilling her brandy glass. I was sipping my wine and straightening up the house a little. I went to my room and got a pot gummy. I usually smoke but Mom doesn't like the smell in the house plus it makes my clothes and hair smell.
Mom went to bed at 9 as usual and we went outside onto the back patio. I'm tipsy and high. All my sensible intentions go out the window and I don't resist when he starts kissing me. I lift my t shirt up and off and he unclips my bra. I lift each breast for him to kiss and suck.
We go inside and go to my room. I undress him standing at the foot of my bed. He is firm and muscular, totally smooth. He is already erect, his cock bigger than I expected. I stroke it feeling how hard it is. I kneel and start sucking him off.
I had never had sex high before and it was intense. Juan put me in positions and made me do things I had never done before. I had orgasms that made me want to shout out they were so good. He paid such attention to my body. A truly amazing experience.
After he had left the next morning, thankfully before my Mother got around, I sipped my coffee and contemplated my emotions. I felt like I should feel bad for cheating on Dan but I don't really. If anything I feel like I have a naughty secret and that a door into a real sex life has been opened
The marijuana prescription has definitely helped my back and being slightly high makes things less boring plus my Mother insists on having the television on which gets on my nerves after a while, so it helps with that too.
I has also - to my great surprise- helped me rediscover my dormant sexuality. The pot makes my body sensitive and allows me to stay in the moment and I have begun to masturbate in bed at night, my orgasms better than they have ever been. I last masturbated this frequently when I was in my twenties. I was married to my first husband, Bob. He was a real horndog, wanting it almost daily, but he was one of the worst "lovers" a woman could have. He would get randomly aroused and almost immediately want to screw. It could be in the kitchen, outside in the yard or out in the car, He rarely took longer than 5 minutes to cum and had no interest in any sexual pleasure for me. So masturbating became my sexual pleasure. Dan was a much better lover than Bob and I didn't feel the need to masturbate when I was with him.
My eldest daughter lives about 15 minutes away from my Moms. She is divorced and has a 3 year old. She has a shared custody arrangement with her ex who gets their daughter for the weekend every two weeks. Their relationship isn't good so my daughter drops her daughter off at my Moms and her ex- who has to drive 2 hours- picks her up there. On Sunday night he brings her back to my Moms. This has been going on for a couple of years now so they can avoid seeing each other.
Juan her ex is Mexican, handsome and charming. He sells used cars and it's the perfect job for him. He's a little flashy for me, watch, gold chain etc but he has lovely white teeth and that glossy black hair that looks so good. He is also someone to talk to apart from my Mom and as he has a long enough journey he usually stays and visits for a while. On his most recent visit he was more flirtatious than usual, a little touchy and I think he might make a move on me soon. Its hard to know for sure with guys who flirt all the time. Most guys act normally and flirt if they like you. Juan can't help himself. He even flirts with my mother. I can't deny I'm attracted to him but wonder why he is hitting on me so hard as I'm about to turn 60. I also worry about my body. I've got big boobs and I've still got a sexy shape but none of it is as firm as it once was. Plus what if my daughter finds out and would she be mad? I decided to go the safe route and planned on a polite rebuff before anything went too far.
When he arrived he visited with my Mother for a while, making her laugh and refilling her brandy glass. I was sipping my wine and straightening up the house a little. I went to my room and got a pot gummy. I usually smoke but Mom doesn't like the smell in the house plus it makes my clothes and hair smell.
Mom went to bed at 9 as usual and we went outside onto the back patio. I'm tipsy and high. All my sensible intentions go out the window and I don't resist when he starts kissing me. I lift my t shirt up and off and he unclips my bra. I lift each breast for him to kiss and suck.
We go inside and go to my room. I undress him standing at the foot of my bed. He is firm and muscular, totally smooth. He is already erect, his cock bigger than I expected. I stroke it feeling how hard it is. I kneel and start sucking him off.
I had never had sex high before and it was intense. Juan put me in positions and made me do things I had never done before. I had orgasms that made me want to shout out they were so good. He paid such attention to my body. A truly amazing experience.
After he had left the next morning, thankfully before my Mother got around, I sipped my coffee and contemplated my emotions. I felt like I should feel bad for cheating on Dan but I don't really. If anything I feel like I have a naughty secret and that a door into a real sex life has been opened
