The Date
written by:
Old Guy FL

My husband and I have been married for over twenty five years. I just turned 62 and he is 75. The first year we were married the sex was great and often, like every day until I complained about it, then we cut back. At about this time he also gave up a two pack a day habit and gained some thirty pounds. Then he was struck by ED and sex took a swan dive. I tried to get him to see a doctor but he would not and I got real frustrated and somewhat angry. Here I was at the height of my sexual desire, if I may say so, I was a hot looking woman. Blondish hair, 36 C chest, 5'6" and maybe 115 pounds and in my early forties.

When I was younger I had some wild times and had many lovers so I knew my way around men and sex. We had honeymooned on a resort island, he bought me a real sexy dress and insisted I not wear underwear when we went out clubbing. The first night out he left me at the bar as he went to the bathroom. As soon as he left men started coming up to me, wanting to buy me a drink or dance. I turned them down for a while then I noticed my husband standing in a corner watching me. I knew he played sharing games with his ex and decided I would show him that I could play that game, also thinking that it would scare him.

After a few minutes this really good looking black man came up and offered me a drink which I accepted. Then he took me out on the dance floor all the while telling me how hot I looked. He took me in his arms and since it was a slow dance pulled me up against him. His hands were working my back and ass then he put his one leg between mine and I could feel his hard cock on my leg. Causing a man to get hard is a major turn on for me. Then he spoiled it all. He said, "I saw you and your husband when you came in. I know you are looking for a black stud to fuck you in front of him."

I pulled away and told him to get lost then went over to my husband, slapped his face and told him to take me back to the hotel. My husband was all upset, I told him what happened and I noticed his cock getting hard in his pants. That upset me more until we got up to the room and all the sexual input got to me, I stripped my dress off, pushed him down on the bed, let his cock loose and fucked him like I suppose I wanted that black stud to fuck me. I just did not want to be controlled.

My husband kept bugging me to take a lover and a few years later I did but it was a disaster, the man had a nice cock with a big head, which I loved, but he was a lousy lay. We got together twice and then I told my husband that was it.

I was tired of being a secretary and decided to go back to school and get a Master's degree in a health science. A year of pre-requisitions at home then two and a half years of school away from home. I saw my husband every couple of months and of course on the holidays. We kept up a torrid e-mail exchange but I was so busy that I did not have much time to think about sex. It's hard going back to college when you are in your forties. I did have one little fling my first semester but that was it. In my second year Viagra came out and my husband was able to get it up and things kind of went back to normal.

Fifteen years or so later my poor husband's penis has been quiet for ten years. We have sex and he always gets me off with his tongue and a vibrator and sometimes I can blow his soft dick to a climax. We call it "Old People Sex." I had several extra circular experiences during this time with my husband's approval I had kind of taken up with a co-worker he had come to the house and we ended up in bed after I though my husband was asleep. I learned later that he was awake and watching on a security camera he had put in my bedroom. I made him take it out but continued with this person for some time until he was transferred.

Now I can't say my husband and I lived like brother and sister, we loved each other and had sex when we could but we both had our own suites I guess you would call them and he had always agreed to let me come and go as I wanted as did he. I think if we had been able to, when we first got married, we would have agreed to the swinging scene as long as he did not have to take an active role. Of course I did not want to be in that lifestyle. He did always support me being a shared wife and while at first he suggested he wanted to watch, in later years he stopped wanting that. His only request was that I would tell him when I went out with men.

Having set the current scene, there was another man who worked with me. He was from some country in South America, Chile or Peru, I can't remember which. His name was Enrico, I guess he was in his fifties and his family was still back in South America. He was trying to get enough money to bring them here. He was very nice to me and seemed like the typical Latin lover. I think he was mostly Spanish with a little bit of Indian in him. He had been flirting with me for years. I was always nice to him but never encouraged him. I think there was a rumor mill concerning me and Henry and when Henry left Enrico became even more attentive. He was not very big, in fact he was almost my height but fairly thin. He was good looking, at least to me but not a stud looking man. Almost every day he would drop by my office and leave me a flower or something. I could always catch him giving me the once over and he spent a lot of time checking out my breasts. I had gotten into a habit of sometimes leaving my wedding ring at home or in my desk, I don't know why but rings always bothered my fingers. Enrico always noticed if I was wearing my ring. Then one day my husband gave me a silver anklet. I never liked them but wore it from time to time on my right ankle, this seemed to really get to Enrico. He commented about it and I just told him my husband liked for me to wear it.

One day he invited me for coffee after work and I agreed. We went to the local Starbucks and had a nice conversation. He walked me to my car and as I got in he took my hand and kissed it. We did this a couple more times then he asked me if I liked to dance. Seems he was a Tango dancer. I knew I could never get my husband to dance so I agree to go out with him. We met at this dance club and had a great time. I was a little weak on Tango but he took his time and taught me how to do it right.

He wondered what I had told my husband, I said I told him the truth, he asked if he was jealous and I said he never gets jealous of whatever I do. That kind of shocked him I think. He wanted to know if my husband was a cuckold and I told him no. He just would share me from time to time. He got a real shocked look on his face but he still kissed my hand when I got into my car.

Now we were meeting for dancing and once dinner but he had never picked me up at home. Finally I said, "Enrico, why don't you pick me up at my home next time." This seemed to shock him also.

"Will your husband be there?"

"Yes but you don't have to meet him."

On the appointed night he drove up, I could see his car lights, he lightly tapped on the door. I answered and invited him in. He looked around but my husband was in his room with the door closed. I then went with him to the dance and we had a real good time. He was driving an old Chevy with a bench seat. On the way home I suggested that he pull over down a side street and when he stopped I undid my seat belt and slid over and kissed him full on the lips. I was wearing a sheer blouse and a fairly short skirt. Within seconds he had his hands on my bra. I reached back and undid it and he pulled my blouse up and started kissing my breasts. He was very good at it, maybe South American women have smaller breasts because he really went after mine. He was kissing, sucking, kneading. He was really getting me wet, I reached down and felt a nice firm cock in his pants.

I said, "Enrico, let's go to my house where we can use the bed."

He said, "But you husband?"

I said, "When I wear the anklet, he knows to go to his room and close the door."

Enrico and I put ourselves together and he drove, kind of fast, back to my place.

I led him into my room, turned on a low light and locked the door. I had just bought a full size bed and he was going to be the first to try it out. Clothes off, on the bed. He had a nice cock, not too thick maybe seven inches long, I took it in my hand and started sucking. He kind of turned me around and then he was eating me and I was sucking him. For a man whose wife was far away he was not lacking in skills, plus I guess I was really horny because within a couple of minutes I had a massive climax. As soon as I recovered I went back to work on his beautiful long cock.

I ran my tongue up and down his beautiful cock, then took it deep throat then back to tonging it. After a few minutes I could feel him getting ready, then he came in my mouth. I love that feeling of power over a man. Spurt after spurt, I swallowed a bit but saved the rest. Then I rolled over on my back, looked at him and let the rest run out of my mouth and down on my breasts. Enrico got hard again.

I looked at him and said, "Enrico, fuck me with your beautiful cock."

He asked about a rubber, and I told him I was too old to get pregnant and wanted to feel his cum spurting in my cunt. I reached over and got some lube, rubbed it on his cock and opened my legs. What a wonderful feeling as a lover puts his cock in you for the first time. He was a great lover, he kept getting me to the edge then slowing down then back to the edge and back down.

Finally I grabbed his ass and said, "Enrico, Fuck Me, Fuck Me. He did.

For one of the few times in my life I could feel a lover spurt into me, at the same time my cunt locked down on his dick and we both had a wonderful climax.

Afterwards we lay there exhausted then he rolled over behind me and I could feel his lovely dick pushing into me from behind, I opened my legs to let him in and he had me again. When we had both come again I got up on all fours, turned around and started cleaning him off as my cunt dripped cum on his face. I don't know if he liked that at first but then his tongue was in my cunt and after a few minutes he came in my mouth again.

We were then worn out and went to sleep in each other's arms. I have this vague recollection of being fucked again in the early morning but it might have been a dream.

When we awoke, we both went to the bathroom, dressed and came out to the smell of fresh coffee. My husband was there smiling and asking what we wanted for breakfast. Enrico seemed shocked at first but after a while as they talked he relaxed. He realized the deal was kind of don't ask, don't tell. Enrico continued to be my Latin lover for some time and got used to waking up in my bedroom.