Preface
My name is Robert. I’m sixty-three and have been married to my wife Nancy for forty-two years. She’s a sprightly sixty. We’ve had a wonderful life together: two children, Colin (thirty-five, married to Linda, with two daughters—Haley, ten, and Katie, six) and Rachel (thirty-two, married to Philip, with two daughters—Charlotte, six, and Erin, two).
In our prime, we had a brilliant sex life. We tried just about everything and did it wherever and whenever it took our fancy. I discovered early on that Nancy loved outdoor sex, especially in public places where we might get caught. We never did, but we came close a few times.
The one thing we’d never tried—though I’d suggested it more than once and even begged at one point—was a threesome. I’d always wanted to see her with another man.
As we got older, our lovemaking became less frequent, but it remained enjoyable. Then I developed health problems, and we made love even less. The frequency has continued to decline, partly due to age but also because of my medical condition, which affects my heart and circulation. A side effect is that my ability to get and maintain an erection now often depends on little blue pills.
They work, but they ruin the spontaneity we once enjoyed. Plus, I often suffer debilitating headaches afterward. So we have intercourse less frequently now, though I still try to maintain some spontaneity by pleasuring her orally, which she enjoys. But I know she misses actual penetration.
I still think she’s attractive. To me, she’s still that beautiful young girl I fell in love with all those years ago. She’s always looked younger than she is and still does—she could easily pass for a woman in her early fifties, or even late forties.
She stands at five-foot-three and has kept her figure remarkably well. Her short, curly silver hair—once a beautiful black—frames her face perfectly. She has curvy hips, and her breasts have aged gracefully. At thirty-four B-cup with only slight sagging, they’re still wonderful to touch. Her small mounds still fit perfectly in my mouth.
I know other men find her attractive, too, judging by the looks she gets when we’re out. I’ve seen it at the supermarket, often from men much younger than her.
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