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AFter we turned 50, our sex life took some strange turns.

2/23/2016

A lot of people think when a couple gets older they don't
make, dumb sexual mistakes anymore. Well this is the story
that I never thought my wife and I would tell.


We had both turned fifty and were getting closer to our retirements
although we still each had ten years left to work. Rose and
I had married rather young, twenty years old and enjoyed
the same kind of sex life most all other couples enjoy when
they are first married. And then came along our two children
and our sex life changed mostly due to exhaustion. But like
we all know, as the kids get older, the parents energy returns
in and out of their bedroom.


Rose had been a really cute girl when I first met her and had
matured into a very attractive lady with each passing year.
My wife liked to be held, snuggled with a lot and kissed as
if I meant it. In other words Rose was all about seduction
and romance. My wife and I have spent countless nights in
our bed, kissing and touching as we formed that special
bond we had felt right from the beginning.


And although Rose no longer had her girlish figure I had
more desire for her later in life, than I did when I was younger.
My wife's breasts were quite large and incredible
soft to hold in my hands. Her hips had also widened after
giving birth to our two babies, but I still loved the shape
she had as a mature woman.


One of the things Rose and I had always done and still did
was lay facing each other on our bed and kiss while my finger
tips played with her bare pussy. And after she got good and
juicy, Rose always giggles and say, "You know exactly
what you're doing to me, don't you?" But
by the my cock was also hard and throbbing so there was really
no doubt what Rose and I were going to do next.


By the time we turned fifty, our group of friends had also
multiplied tenfold and we shared a very rewarding social
life with lifelong friends. I might also add here that we
were part of the generation, for the most part, that worked
out their issues and didn't get divorced . So most of
the couple we knew when we were young, were still our friends
as we got older although I few did split up. I always thought
when we all got to our fifties it would be the worst time in
any of our lives to start over.


Things were rolling along smooth as silk for Rose and I until
one night when things went in a very different direction.
Rose and I had just hosted a dinner party at our home with
three couples who were our very closest friends and also
happily married. And Rose had suggested that it might be
a nice gesture to also invite Betsy to our dinner party since
she had not been part of our social circle that much since
her and Bill who were one of the few couples who had gotten
divorced.


One by one each couple arrived and just when I thought Betsy
was not going show up our doorbell rang one more time. I remember
I answered the door and saw Betsy standing there smiling.
I also told her Rose and I were so glad she showed up. "It
was nice of you two to invite me, " Betsy as we hugged
briefly. I could see in her eyes how uncomfortable or maybe
how unsure Betsy felt being there without a partner.


It was a fantastic evening and everyone, including Betsy
enjoyed themselves at our dinner party. And it was around
ten or so when things began winding down and one by one each
couple left the party. But Betsy stayed behind and began
to help Rose clean up the dishes as the two of them had a chance
to chat alone for the first time in a long time.


I heard them jabbering in the kitchen but stayed away figuring
it might help Betsy if she had a longtime friend to talk with.
She was going through something in her early fifties that
I was sure I never wanted to go through. How do you just start
over at our age? So I gave the two of them plenty of time for
girl talk before I finally walked into the kitchen to see
how they were doing.


I remember looking at my wife and at Betsy and thinking they
were both still dam attractive for being in their early
fifties. Betsy's figure had also changed over the
years but she still had an attractive shape so I figured
she would find another man, if that is what we finally wanted
to do with the rest of her life.


Rose turned to me and stopped rinsing the dishes before
she said, " Betsy thinks it is still too soon for her
to start dating." I wasn't thinking of anything
at all when I asked Betsy how long had her and Bill been apart.
Betsy smiled and told me it had been just over a year. I guess
I was shocked that my wife and I had lost track of all this
time that she had been alone. We could have certainly done
more to include Betsy in things if for no other reason than
to get her out and be around people again.


And secretly I wondered how in the world Betsy managed without
any sex for that length of time too. I admit that Rose and
I were not as active as we once had been but we both still needed
that special release you get from making love. "Well
you look like you're doing great, " I told Betsy
instead of what I was really thinking. She smiled and thanked
me before she finished the dishes with my wife.


I am not quite sure how this all began but after the three
of us sat down for one last drink, something happened. We
had all been talking about when we were younger and all the
crazy things we had done. Of course none of the examples
we used had any sexual references to them. We were just reliving
certain parties, we all attended and other times when our
kids were small.


I had told Rose many years before that I had known Betsy in
school way before I met her and we fell in love. So from out
of the blue Rose asked Betsy and I if we had ever dated in high
school. I remember being a little bit surprised by her question
as I looked at Betsy before I said, " I don't think
we ever did." Betsy blushed and agreed that we had
never dated.


And then Betsy really began to blush so of course my wife's
ears perked up and asked Betsy to tell her whatever she was
now thinking. Betsy's face continued to turn red for
a few more seconds before she told Rose that her and I had
once kissed in sixth grade. For the life of me, I didn't
remember ever kissing Betsy, ever.


I will never know why the rest of the night happened, but
it wasn't long before Betsy and I were standing in my
living room kissing each other again in front of my wife.
It was a warm kiss for sure but we both held back like we should
have done under the circumstances. I was rather embarrassed
so after our kiss so I joked and said in another forty years
we should kiss again.


I was rattled after the kiss and so was Betsy as we both quickly
sat back down and tried to pretend it never happened. I mean
my wife was right there and anyway I had no feelings for Betsy
one way or the other. Well except that she had been a friend
for most of my life. And then what Rose did was so out of character
for her as she got up and sat on my lap and kissed me, right
in front of Betsy. My wife had always been rather private
about those types of things but apparently not on that night.



So my lips touched my wife's and I felt some real heat
in her as we embraced during our long simmer kiss. Poor Betsy
had to just sit there and watch Rose and I kissing. It felt
odd but in a good way although I never felt anything like
that before. Rose eventually got off my lap once she had
me aroused and turned to Betsy and suggested she should
on my lap if she wanted to.


I watched Betsy hesitate for a moment before she got off
the sofa and walked over to my chair. My heart was going about
a million miles an hour when she sat down on my lap next. We
had already kissed once while we were standing but when
we kissed with on her my lap, it felt a whole lot different.
Natural instincts just kicked in at that point and Betsy
and I began to kiss and hug each other even if my wife was in
the room with us.


And I tried my best to just kiss her but my urges to also fondle
her grew too strong. Betsy had both a warm kiss and a nice
body which I needed to touch. So while we kissed, I raised
one hand up and gently rested it on the front of her dress
over one of her breasts.


Betsy and I shared a couple of very intense moments with
her on my lap as we kissed each other and I fondled her breasts
at the same time. And when she climbed off I was a complete
wreck as Rose walked up and sat on my lap again. "Should
we take this into our bedroom?" My wife whispered
in my ear. It was not a question I ever imagined Rose would
ask. It wasn't planned, it just happened.


Seconds later Rose, Betsy and I all walked into our bedroom
one after another and we were all caught up in the moment.
I began kissing both women one right after another and before
too long I also began to undress them. It was insane, or as
insane a situation I had ever been part of after my wife was
down to just her panties and I then helped Betsy by unhooking
her bra.


Three, otherwise, respectable people in their early fifties
all sharing the same bed. And all three of us were naked too.
Betsy's breasts were not as large as my wife's
but her vagina was much hairy and for some reason that really
turned me on. Rose always kept herself trimmed between
her legs while Betsy had a full bush of curly dark hair above
and down each side of her slit.


Rose climaxed but I am not sure Betsy did although I licked
her longer than I did my wife. But I guess it really didn't
matter because Betsy was sucking for air and going out of
her mind anyway. I was so wound up, I felt like I might explode
any second before I finally lifted my face off her Betsy's
crotch and looked at my wife who was watching and smiling
at me.


"Its ok. Start with Betsy, " Rose told me as
I climbed on top of our friend and quickly pushed my dick
into Betsy's wet tight pussy. Betsy was gasping and
going out of her mind once she felt my full cock planted inside
of her. Her jaw was locked the entire time I moved in and out
of her very slowly at first. But her eyes never came off of
me while our bodies were together.


But I couldn't just ignore my own wife so I climbed off
of Betsy at some point and slipped my dick into Rose as her
pussy welcomed me being inside of her again. Betsy laid
alongside of Rose and I and watched as we fucked each other
in front of her. I don't recall a time when my wife was
so aroused as she was on that night.


And then when I least expected it Rose pushed at my chest
and told me to finish with Betsy. "Are you sure?"I
asked her. Rose smiled and nodded her head yes so I climbed
off of my wife and mounted Betsy again after she went back
to laying on her back, ready for me again. When my cum began
to blast out of my cock and into Betsy of all people, the world
felt like it stopped spinning. But Betsy rode out every
spasm and every gusher of cum I shot into her before I was
drained.


The next morning Rose was in a really good mood as we shared
coffee at our kitchen table but didn't really bring
up the night before we Betsy. I think we were still both in
shock that, that had even happened to us. I was without a
doubt the craziest thing Rose and I had ever done.


My wife and I ended up back in our bed after our morning showers
and reconnected with more passion than we had felt in years.
Neither of us mentioned Betsy but I think we were both remembering
what we did, while we shared a torrid morning fuck.


And then for a few weeks, it was like it never happened. Rose
and I went about our usual routines at home, went to work
each day and spent most of our nights watching TV like we
always had. We made love once in a while but then we had always
made love every few days so even our sex life really hadn't
changed.


One Saturday morning after I awoke, I wandered into our
kitchen were Rose was reading the morning paper. She looked
up and smiled as I headed for the coffee pot to get a cup. Rose
immediately folded the paper and looked at me for a moment
before she said " I think we need to talk about Betsy."



My first fear was that my wife had enough time to think about
it and now she might be upset or even angry with me. "I
know, we shouldn't have done that, " I said before
she flew off the handle and we got into a huge fight. But instead
of starting a fight my wife laughed and told me she did not
blame me for what happened.


Now I began to tingle thinking maybe Rose was going to tell
me we should invite Betsy over again. I still loved my wife
but I was certainly more than happy to fuck Betsy again if
she let me. Rose sipped her coffee before she said that she
had been thinking about that night a lot. "Me too, "
I said as Rose giggle for a second and told me she knew I was.



"So do you want to invite her back"? I asked Rose.
My wife then looked at me oddly. "But that is not what
I have been thinking about, " Rose said next. "Ok,
what are you thinking about?" I asked now very curious,
as the excitement was starting to build inside of me.


My wife took a sip of her coffee before she said the cup down
and said " Carl." "Carl who? And why are
we talking about Carl." I asked. Rose reminded me
she worked with a man named Carl and had worked with him for
many years. I had met Carl a couple of times at their office
parties and even chatted with him once in a while but Rose
was still making no sense to me.


"Ok what about Carl?"I asked her again. My wife
blushed a little before she said that maybe it would be fun
for us if we invited Carl over some night. I thinking to myself
what would be fun about that? I mean the guy was nice enough
and about our age but why would we want him in our home as a
guest.


Rose stood up and marched to the coffee pot as I sensed she
was getting upset with me. "Ok, I'm sorry. Tell
me what your really thinking, " I said as I sat there
feeling numb down to my toes. Rose had on her morning robe
and seemed angry when turned and said " I think it might
be fun if we invited Carl into our bedroom like we did with
Betsy."


I am sorry but the idea of some other man fucking my wife was
out of the question. And I told Rose exactly how I felt. Rose
got her back straight and looked me in the eyes and said,
"You're not being fair and you know it."
" I don't care if I'm being fair or not. I don't
want you and Carl fucking each other, " I said to her.
My wife put her cup down and began to tear up as she rushed
from the kitchen.


I knew it was not fair on my part and that Rose was probably
right about her having a chance to do something crazy , just
like I did. But I still couldn't deal with the idea of
Carl on top of her with his dick stuck up inside of her pussy.
But I also knew I had to suck it up and go hold my wife in my arms
and tell her how much I loved her.


Rose was curled on our bed crying by the time I walked in.
"I'm sorry, " I said first but she wouldn't
even look at me and told me, "Just go away." "Honey
I really am sorry. It was mean of me to say those things, "
I said to Rose as she continued sobbing on our bed. "I
don't care. Just go away, " She said again as
I stood at the end of our bed and tried to reach out and touch
her feet. Rose immediately pulled them away and continued
crying. She wanted nothing to do with me.


I left our bedroom and for the first time in my marriage,
I felt like maybe what Rose and I had, might have just ended.
I also felt a pit in my stomach like I had never felt before.
I had let my male ego get in the way and realized I must have
made my wife feel very cheap for even mentioning Carl in
the first place. I remained at the kitchen table fearing
the worst while Rose remained in our bedroom no longer wanting
to even talk to me.


I was kicking myself for handling it the way I did. I wished
so badly that I could take every word I said back and we could
start all over again. I waited and prayed Rose would come
out so we could calmly talk about this again but she didn't.
I heard the shower go on and then I heard her hair dryer running
so I knew she was fixing herself up for the day.


Rose appeared a bit later dressed as she grabbed her purse
and told me she was going for a drive because she needed some
fresh air. "Do you want me to come with you?"
I asked. Rose frowned as she walked out our backdoor without
even answering me. My mind instantly tried to imagine my
life without Rose and had no idea how I would ever live alone
again. I was both scared and sick to my stomach as I showered
and waited for Rose to come back home. We needed to talk about
this and as a couple get past this so it didn't end our
marriage.


You know when you are under a lot of stress, like I was, your
mind imagines all sorts of crazy things. I wondered if Rose
was with Carl right now? Then I wondered if Rose and Carl
had been having an affair for years and I never even suspected
they were doing that. But the worst thought I had was that
Rose was at someone else's house and was making arrangements
live there for a while until our divorce was final.


It was by far the worst afternoon of my life as I waited and
waited and prayed my wife would come back home and we could
straighten this whole thing out. And I only felt worse when
dinner hour came and went and still no Rose. I jumped out
of my chair when the phone finally rang and ran across the
room to answer it.


"Hello "I said sucking for air. "Dad,
are you alright?" Our oldest daughter said first,
because I probably sounded like I was having a heart attack.
"I'm ok, " I told Cindy before she said
she only called to tell me mom was on her way back home. And
the Cindy added, "I don't know what you two fought
about, but Mom is really, really hurt."


Rose walked in a half hour later with red eyes as she saw me
and tried to offer me what smile she still had left in her.
I rushed up to my wife and pulled her into my arms as I told
her I loved her so much and I would never do anything like
that again. "I never want to lose you, " I told
Rose as she trembled in my arms. "I never want to lose
you either, " Rose said softly before we finally
shared a good morning kiss around eight at night.


I waited as Rose then put her purse down and wandered through
the house alone to gather her thoughts before we talked
again. "Just give me a moment to think, " she
had said before she walked out of our kitchen alone. I just
sat at the table and prayed some more before she finally
returned.


"I want to apologize for the way I brought up my idea
to you this morning, " Rose said first. I told Rose
it was not her fault and I was so very, very sorry for saying
all those terrible things to her. "Well thank you
for that. I know it was a shock to you. It was even a shock to
me that I even thought about the idea of inviting Carl over, "
Rose explained.


I told Rose the idea was fine and it was more than fair and
I no longer had those issues left to bother me. My wife had
known me so well for most of my life she knew immediately
when I was lying. "Yes it would bother you and I know
that, " Rose said smiling at me. I smiled back at her
and told her if it began to bother me that much I would just
leave our bedroom because I wanted things to be even between
us in our marriage.


Rose and I both stood up after staring at one another for
a minute without speaking and hug each other as tightly
as we had ever hugged before. We then kissed before we kissed
again and before I knew it Rose and I were on our bed in each
other's arms like young lovers all over again. We didn't
fight very often but the few times we had, we made up so well
it was almost worth the fight.


I was on top of Rose moving slowly in and out of her as she glowed
like she always did when we made love. I figured it was not
a good time to bring up Carl's name while we made love
but I imagined him on top of Rose feeling the same pleasures
I was now feeling. I knew I could share her once if for no other
reason than to set the record straight and save our marriage.



On Monday morning while Rose and I shared our coffee I suggested
she talk with Carl if she still wanted to. "I'll
think about it. But do you really think that would be a good
idea?" Rose said smiling at me. "It's the
only fair thing to do. And there is only one way to find out, "
I said to her as she giggled and finished her coffee.


A full week passed and Rose never mentioned anything about
Carl to me all five days. I didn't know if she talked
to him or not. Or maybe he turned her down but I doubted that.
Or maybe Rose had simply changed her mind and decided she
didn't want to do that with Carl any longer. But no matter
what was going on in her pretty head, I had my wife back and
she was as happy as ever.


Yet another week or so passed and finally Rose told me she
had invited Carl over for dinner on Saturday night. "But
I can tell him something just came up, if you want me to cancel
it , " Rose added quickly. "No have him over
for dinner. That sounds great, " I said to Rose. She
then added she didn't 'mention anything else
to him. "I just didn't know how to say it. It's
really hard to think of the right way to tell someone something
like that, " Rose said smiling from ear to ear.


"Well once he gets here and if you're comfortable
at some point, just flirt with him and seduce him, "
I said to Rose. "That would be crazy. I don't know
if I can do that, " She said. I assured my wife she was
a very sexy woman and if she came on to Carl he was not going
to turn her down.


Saturday turned into the biggest production of my wife's
life or so it seemed. She was up early and cleaning the house
before I even woke up. And then she made me help her change
our sheets just in case she ended up on it with Carl later
that night. "I don't think I can do this, "
Rose said about a million times as the hours ticked by and
she got herself totally worked up.


I realized just how special Rose truly was to me and if she
ended up having Carl fuck her once, then it wasn't going
to change either of our lives. Rose got herself ready a full
hour before Carl was due to arrive and I might add she looked
great in one of her nicer dresses and high heels. "Just
be yourself when he gets here, " I told her as her nerves
were making her tremble. Rose looked up at me and kissed
me once before she said "I'll try."


Rose and I met Carl at our front door and welcomed him into
our home as I shook his hand and offered him a drink. "That
sounds great, " He said as he and Rose looked at each
other a little more than he looked at me. But then he had worked
with her for nearly ten years and this was the first time
we ever invited him into our home. I realized how odd it was
for both of them, to be seeing each other outside of their
work place.


I was able to sit back and rather quickly began to enjoy their
interaction although Carl had no clue how much he might
interact with my wife before the night was over. But Rose
tried to flirt a little and I caught Carl looking at her body
more than a few times. So there was some kind of chemistry
even if it was just physical.


Carl was both a classy man as well as a good looking man, so
I knew why my wife had some attraction for him. But I also
knew she didn't love him and never would. She might
make love to him once but a life time love takes more than
just physical attraction. The three of us had dinner in
our dining room and exchanged small talk through most of
it. I sensed how nervous my wife truly was as she tried to
appear calm but I could tell she wasn't calm inside.



I also realized my wife, just like me, had some sexual fantasies
of her own and apparently Carl was in at least one of them.
So as Carl relaxed after dinner in our living room, I helped
my wife carry the dishes into the kitchen. "Just go
and sit by him, " I whispered to Rose. "I'll
clean this up, " I said as my wife looked terrified.
I put down my dish rag and pulled Rose into my arms before
we kissed each other before I turned her around and sent
her out to go chat with Carl.


"Are you sure?" She said softly as I smiled and
nodded yes. It was very a weird feeling after my wife left
our kitchen and I knew she was alone with Carl. I rinsed all
the dishes off and put them in the dishwasher as my mind raced
all over the place wondering what Rose and Carl were now
doing. Had she told me or seduced him or had her feet remained
too cold to even approach the subject.


My wife is a very good person and not the kind of lady that
had affairs or was outwardly sexually flirty. Rose's
sexuality was more personal, more private and not for public
consumption. So I just had no idea what I was going to walk
in on when I joined the two of them after I started our dishwasher.



I was a lot more nervous than the night Betsy sat on my lap
as I took a deep breath and walked out of the kitchen. And
then I saw Rose sitting on one chair with Carl sitting on
the sofa all alone. Rose gave me a quick glance as if she was
telling me she didn't know how to make this happen on
her own.


I got Carl another drink before I sat down and basically
explained to him what happened when Betsy was at a home a
few months earlier. To say Carl was surprised would be an
understatement as he kept looking and Rose and then back
at me. "Rose and I have never done anything like that
before, " I said to him. Carl said he understood because
he and his ex-wife had never done anything like that either.



"So tonight I was hoping Rose and I could even things
out in our marriage, " I said before I told Rose I thought
it was a good time to go sit on the sofa next to Carl. She looked
at him like a frightened child before Carl smiled at my wife
as if to say to her, "I would really like that."
I then realized how hard this was for Rose as she got up, straightened
the front of her dress and slowly walked over to sit by Carl.



"I know this must seem unexpected, " She said
to him once she sat down. "It's a really good surprise, "
He said to her before she leaned towards Carl so they could
share their first kiss. They shared their first kiss and
then both blushed before they shared their second kiss.
They had seen each other so many days at work and now to find
themselves in this situation had to make them feel very
odd to say the least.


But Rose finally tilted her head as her lips touched Carl's
lips and their heat began to grow. So I sat there waiting
and waiting but all they were doing was kissing one another
for nearly fifteen minutes. Carl wasn't even attempting
to touch my wife's chest like I touched Betsy's.
So I waited some more before I went to get myself another
drink and hoped giving them some privacy might kick things
into gear.


It must have worked because when I returned five minutes
later, they were gone. I headed for our bedroom and quietly
stood in the doorway watching Carl slowly unbutton my wife's
dress as she stood in front of him twitching more than usual.
Like I had said before Rose has a full chest and a great shape
for a woman of fifty one and the more Carl saw of her, the more
I knew Carl liked what he was seeing.


I was proud of my wife, even if that makes no sense. She looked
so sexy as she stood in front of him wearing only her bra and
panties while she giggled as she unbuttoned his shirt next.
And she then ran her soft hands over his chest once his shirt
was off. They continued to kiss as they both began to touch
each other more.


It was about the time when Rose unhooked her bra and exposed
her large soft breasts in front of him, that Carl took control.
He began to play with her tits, hold them in his hands and
told her how beautiful a woman she truly was. Whatever else
he said seemed to be exactly what my wife needed to hear.
She was a woman who was blossoming in front of his eyes.


Rose and Carl made it onto the bed and by then it was clear
they were both very aroused. And once his shorts came off
and my wife got her first look at his large, swollen cock,
she liked what she was seeing too. It probably would not
have matter who was with her on the bed because Rose was ready
for sex. It's hard to describe it but once my wife is
ready to be taken, she changes a lot and really gets into
it.


But Carl played in perfectly and made my wife wait and squirm
and jerk until he finally slipped her panties down. Rose
was gasping a lot as Carl slowly teased her sweet pussy with
his tongue before he went after her and forced Rose to climax
in front of him. And it sounded like a really, really good
climax she had. And when he knew she was going out of her mind,
he had her suck on his long hard cock while he laid on his back
and savored every second of it too.


Both Carl and I knew as men that there was no doubt Rose needed
to be fucked and fucked hard. But he made her lick his balls
and suck his cock for a minute more before he finally tossed
her onto her back. She was of course trembling when he climbed
on top of her but kept her legs spread for him ready to take
his shaft up into her needy pussy.


I was so hard myself, just watching the two of them I thought
about just jacking myself off, but I didn't. I bent
down to see my wife's pussy and boy was it swollen and
ready as Carl's shaft slipped into her with ease until
his balls flattened out against her ass. After that it was
your basic scratch, claw, whimper, groan kind of fuck the
two of them shared. They only lasted about five minutes
but it was a very tense five minutes.


Carl was really pounding my wife by the end as her legs were
wrapped around him as his cock delivered the punishment.
The scent of sex filled our bedroom as did the sounds their
organs made slamming into one another. But Rose held on
as Carl kept pounding her until he exploded and I watched
his milky cream leaking out of her pussy while he pumped
more into her.


I then got to watch two people come off an incredible high
they had just been on together, as their senses slowly returned.
Carl and Rose kissed a few more times before Carl softened
to the point he slipped out of her womb. I can't remember
a time my wife looked so embarrassed as she did when she sat
up on our bed and had to clean her pussy right in front of me.
But once Carl had gone and I walked back into our bedroom,
I found my wife still on her back with her legs spread, waiting
for me.


Sometimes strange things happen to a couple when they don't
expect it. Rose and I certainly didn't expect to each
have lovers after we turned fifty but that is exactly what
happened to us. They were romantic sexual friendships
we began to share with Betsy and Carl but not love affairs.



Rose always knew when I was going to stop by Betsy's
for a visit and enjoy our friend in her bedroom. And Betsy
and I became really good together as far as the sex went.
I really liked fucking a lifelong friend even if we were
both past our prime. And Rose continued her friendship
with Carl although she never had him back to our house. Instead
they would plan a after work meeting which Rose would always
ask me if it was ok to do, and I always told her it would be fine.



Those were also very special nights for me because I knew
my wife was on her back enjoying a long time coworker's
cock in her giving her the ride of her life. Rose would always
walk in our house, a couple hours later with red cheeks and
a sparkle in her eyes.


But the best part was waiting for Rose to walk up to me so I
could slip my hand under her dress or skirt and feel her sticky
panties. And then we would play this little game when I would
ask her how hard did Carl come in her pussy. My wife would
always blush and say, " He came really hard, "
before she would rush off to wait for me on our bed.


In some ways Rose and I had a better sex life after we turned
fifty than we did when we were younger. We were still in love
but old enough to enjoy ourselves with close friends, when
the mood was right.

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A really good article well written and very thought provoking
I loved it.

2/23/2016

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Good story a bit long but I think things like happen more often. I'm trying for that with my wife too, but no luck yet.

2/26/2016

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Would love to try that myself awesome story

3/20/2016