Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, BiSexual, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A man tried out a mail order health item. This is what happened.
I was sitting at the computer answering e-mails, and got an e-mail from a fellow who I had told I was old and sick and trying to regain my youth.
He wrote: We all are, take a look at this.
It was an Internet ad for an invention to cure disease and most of the effects of aging. I laughed at the ad and left it in my inbox.
I saw it again about 1 month later and decided to answer it. The cost was small, so I figured that if it was a scam, it wouldn't cost me much. After I sent the money order, I said to myself, 'What a sucker'.
After a month, it hadn't come and I forgot about it. I went into the hospital with a staff infection, and was delirious with fever for 3 days. After I got home, and recovered, my wife said, "You got a package."
Guess what, it was my cure for aging. I laughed as I read the instructions. It was a small U-shaped device that looked like an electromagnet. The instructions said the device gave off low frequency electromagnetic waves that reset the telemeres on the body's cells and caused them to begin dividing like a young person's would.
Okay, I thought, what do I have to lose.
I put it in my bed and slept with it for about 3 months. I actually forgot it was there, and it took me three months to remember it.
I took it out of the bed and stored it in my closet.
In a couple of weeks my wife said, "What is wrong with your hair?"
I never look at my hair except to comb it, so I said, "I don't know, what does it look like."
"It looks like you colored it and it is growing out," she said.
"You know better than that. It beats me," I said.
I just kept on living and working like usual, my dark hair grew back in and I had to finally get a short haircut to cut the gray off.
I was feeling better, lately, and when my quarterly doctor's appointment came along he cut down on my medicine. He cut out my blood pressure medicine totally, and cut my cholesterol medication in half, and cut my diabetes treatment in half also. He said, "Keep up the exercise and we may get you off the sugar medication totally."
"That is good news," I told him.
I told my wife what the doctor said. She said, "See, I have been telling you that for 10 years."
I began to lose weight, not just weight, fat and fluid weight. I began putting on muscle mass, so my weight did not change all that much, just where it sat.
I felt better, so I really did begin to exercise. I joined a gymnasium, and went 3 times a week. I had been unable to do this before because of joint and knee problems, but my knees were in good shape and my shoulders and hands had stopped hurting.
I had been suffering from erectile disfunction, and viagra didn't work. My sex life was nonexistent. One night when we were going to bed my wife looked at me and said, "Where did that come from?" Looking at my erection.
I remembered rule three for being an old man. 'Never waste an erection, even if you are by yourself.' We used it then and my wife said, "That was nice. I had almost forgotten what it was like."
Aside: For those of you who don't know, the three rules for being an old man are as follows: 1) Never miss a chance to take a leak. 2) Never assume it is just a fart and 3) Never waste an erection even if you are by yourself.
It was nice. My wife and I had a very active sex life until I got where I couldn't anymore.
I kept on working and exercising. I felt great, and looked pretty good for a 55-year-old. Actually, I looked damn good for my age. My skin had lost its sags, my wife assumed it was from the exercise, I didn't know.
My body was cooperating and I was able to have sex on a daily basis. My wife was very happy about that. It helped her hormones, too. I looked younger and she felt younger.
My energy level was very good. I worked in the yard and kept the house up. I was doing things like a young man. My body continued to act younger and younger.
I started feeling badly. I went to the doctor and he checked me out and took me off my cholesterol medication and off my diabetes medication. If you have to stop exercising, you need to check your blood sugar and start back if you need to.
In a couple of days, I was back to feeling great. My wife was glad, she said she missed the sex, now that she had gotten used to it again.
I loved life again like I had forgotten how to do since I had gotten sick. My children all commented about how good I looked. I told them I felt just as good.
Everything was really good. I had a good job, I enjoyed my hobbies again and my wife and I were getting along as well as we ever had.
I got a telephone call one morning at work. They said my wife had been in a car accident and had been killed immediately. I was crushed. I cried all the time for about 2 days. My oldest daughter took care of the funeral arrangements for me, and arranged for my doctor to give me some tranquilizers. I was calmer and was able to get through this terrible time in my life.
One day, my grand daughter asked me, "What are you going to do without Grandma?"
"I don't know, Sugar," I told her. "Granddaddy is a grown man and I will just have to take care of myself until I can find someone else who wants to take care of me like Grandma did."
"I miss her," she told me.
"Me too, Baby. I miss her every day," I said.
After a few months, I was getting really lonesome. I am not a drinker, so I didn't go to bars, I don't like the smoke anyway. I am not really religious, so I don't go to church much, none since the funeral. I didn't know how to meet anyone anymore. Everyone at my work was married and much younger than I am.
I decided to take dance lessons. It would get me out and be healthy exercise as well. I guess I was becoming a health nut, except the terrible food.
The lessons were given on Tuesday night, at the National Guard Armory. The acoustics were terrible, but the company was nice. There were mostly couples that took lessons, but there was another single man, like me, and four single women in the class.
We introduced ourselves the first night and told whatever we wanted to about ourselves. I told everyone that I was a 55-year-old widower that wanted to learn social skills. Everyone laughed at that quip.
We learned to do the waltz, the foxtrot, the rumba, and the jitterbug during the first two months. The single ladies in the class were all in their forties, and a bit too ditzy for my taste. They were fun to dance with though.
I went to some church dances over the next few months and had a very good time. I found out that I was a very marketable commodity. There were several divorced women that attended the dances. They were in the market for a husband. Most of them were younger than I was by a decade or so, and we really didn't have much in common. They didn't know who Ho Chi Minh was, if you get my drift.
My wife had been very interested in current events and history, so we had always had something to talk about, or for her to fuss at me about anyway. I was not finding anyone who really was interested in the same things I was. Who I was finding was interested in a steady paycheck.
I was talking to one of my hunting buddies one day and he said I should go over to the VFW and dance with the women there. There was always a shortage of men, and most of them were my age or a bit older.
I went over to the VFW the next Friday night, and saw that Bruce had been right. The only down side was the fact that alcohol was served, and many of the men got plastered. They weren't obnoxious, just drunk.
I met six or seven really nice women. They were smart and friendly, and nice looking. They were more interested when they found out I was fifty-five. Two or three said they thought I was more like thirty-five. "Just low mileage," was my answer to that comment.
We danced up a storm. A couple of them really were good at the jitterbug, so we had a really good time. One in particular was a load of fun. Her name was Rhonda, but she asked me to call her Ronnie. "Please call me Larry," I asked her, "I might answer better to Granddaddy, though."
"I know what you mean, I love my grand daughter to death," she said.
Ronnie lived and worked in the same town the VFW was located in. She said she came over here about twice a month to the dances. I bought her a soft drink, and we talked some more.
She was very bright, we discussed current events and politics. We agreed on many things, and where we disagreed we had a lively discussion. I asked her if she would like to go out to supper tomorrow night. She accepted and we decided to go to the Mexican restaurant in the town where I lived. It was a good restaurant, my favorite actually. I was to pick her up at 7:00. We exchanged cell numbers, and parted when the dance was over.
The next night we had a really nice supper and went back to her house to watch a little television. There was nothing to watch that we were interested in, so she suggested we turn on the stereo and dance a little bit. That suited me fine so we did. Ronnie was about 50, 5' 9" and bosomy, so dancing was a good experience. Her red hair framing her freckled face, with green eyes and bright smile really were a great combination.
At about midnight, I told her I had better be heading home. She said, "I have had a really wonderful time tonight."
"Me, too," I said, "I have been looking for someone that I could talk to for several months. I am so glad we met."
I called her the following Tuesday on her cell. "Rhonda Kelley," she answered.
"Is this the wonderful dancer," I asked.
She caught my voice and laughed, "I don't know how wonderful, but I love to dance."
"Well then, how about going with me on Friday?" I asked her.
"Alright, if you will come and eat supper with me tomorrow," she answered.
"It's a date, what time?" I asked.
"How about 7:30?" She asked.
"Great, how should I dress?" I asked.
"Casual," she laughed.
I hustled home from work and made my trip to the gym. I got ready and arrived about 2 minutes late.
I had stopped at the store and picked up a small bouquet of flowers and gave them to her at the door. "Thanks," she said, with a kiss on the cheek.
I smiled and put my hand to my cheek. She looked at me funny. I said, "No one has kissed me since my wife. Thanks, it was nice."
"You're really a good guy aren't you?" She said.
"My daughters think so," I joked.
"I would like to make a deal with you," she said.
"I'm listening," I answered.
"I would like this to be a no bullshit relationship. I will say what I think, and you do the same. No hurt feelings and no games," she said.
"Ronnie, that sounds wonderful. I am too old and too bossy to put up with the foolishness that dating requires. I want a friend, and we have a really good start on that friendship," I told her.
"I would love a friend, but I would like some sex along with the friendship," she said.
"You meant it, didn't you?" I asked.
"Damn right," she answered.
"I haven't had sex with anyone other then my wife, ever," I said. "You are a beautiful, smart woman. I am willing, but you may have to teach me what you like."
"I like you, and your honest ways," she said. "We will teach each other."
We had a delicious supper. Ronnie could really cook. I was a little nervous about what we had talked about and told her so.
"I knew you would do it," she said.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I knew you would really do the no bullshit," she answered, "you are just who I need."
We cleaned up the kitchen, and I asked Ronnie if she would like to dance. "We will dance Friday. I would like to make love now," she said.
"Cool," I said, and she burst out laughing.
We went into her bedroom and quickly undressed. I looked at her and smiled. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen up close."
She smiled and said, "Thank you. You are pretty damned good looking yourself."
We hugged and I loved the way she felt. My wife had always been slim. I liked her full body, and large breasts. I told her so.
"I like your muscles and your large penis," she said and felt me.
I had never considered myself large, but I would not burst her bubble.
"Ronnie, I don't have a condom and you are young enough to get pregnant," I said.
"No, Sugar, I won't get pregnant. I was ligated when my daughter was born," she told me.
I hugged her tighter and we kissed. I kissed her face and neck and nibbled her ear lobe. "You are doing fine," she said and growled.
I kissed down her body to her breasts, and gently sucked her nipples like my wife liked. Ronnie liked it too. I was feeling all over her body, and she felt really good.
I kissed down her stomach and into her pubic hair. "Oh, yes, Baby," she encouraged me. My wife had not really liked oral sex, but I did and I was going to try it on Ronnie.
I licked her labia and her clitoris. "Oh, hell yes," she said.
I kept it up for a few minutes and she started shaking and climaxing. "I am keeping you," she said, "come up here and let's make real love."
I said, "I am afraid I will come really fast. I haven't had sex in a long time," I told her.
"You just come when you need to, Baby. I have had a good one already," she said.
I slid into her wet sex and began moving. Damn, she felt good. She was tight; I hadn't expected that. "I can't believe how good you feel to me," I told her. I kissed her and began moving fast.
She was grunting with each stroke now, and I was getting close and said so. I came hard into her and she felt it and went off again.
"Damn, Larry, that was good," she said after we had calmed down.
"I agree, we need to do this often," I suggested.
"I second that motion," she joked.
We talked and kissed. I felt her body. She was beautiful, and good to touch.
I got another erection. "Where did that come from?" She asked.
"I exercise a good bit and it has made me feel like a young man. Plus, I really like your body, it excites me," I said.
"I am not going to waste it," she said, and climbed astride of my waist and slid down my erection.
"I love this, " I said, as I grabbed her hips and began pulling her down onto me.
"Not any more than I do," she gasped as we moved together.
After a few minutes of this I rolled her over and got on top. I was stroking her hard now as I was getting close. "Oh, oh, oh," she grunted, and screamed as she had a good one.
"Larry, you have to ease up on me, Honey. I don't know if I can take care of a stud like you by myself," she said.
I rolled her back on top of me and hugged her as we gently moved together. In a few minutes I had a good come and she said, "God, what a man."
I fell asleep and she slept on my chest. I got up at about 5:00 in the morning and got Ronnie up to come and show me the bathroom arrangements. "You make me feel like a girl. My stomach hurts from coming so hard and the wet spot on the sheet is about a foot in diameter. If I hadn't been fixed I know you would have knocked me up," she said.
"Did you like it?" I asked jokingly.
"If I can walk today, I will like it fine," she laughed.
We took a nice shower. I put my clothes back on and went home to get ready for work.
I called Ronnie at lunchtime. "Hi Larry," she answered the phone.
"Can you walk?" I asked and laughed.
"I am getting around with a little trouble, but I want to make another date for Monday night," she said.
"Sure, what do you want to do," I replied.
She quietly said, "I want to fuck. Before that I don't have a lot of preference."
"I will bring over Chinese, and we will eat in."
"Great," she agreed.
There was a really good Chinese restaurant in my town so I got take out and drove the 12 miles to Ronnie's house.
She opened the door when I drove up and helped me bring in the food. We enjoyed the food and the conversation. Ronnie made some tea and we rested and visited.
She was wearing a light shirt and shorts with sandals. "Ronnie, you are very pretty tonight," I complimented her.
"You are just trying to get into my panties," she teased.
I answered, "That would be nice, but you already promised that. I just think you are a beautiful woman, and very pretty tonight."
"Larry, you have to stop that. You are making me believe it and I am starting to feel strongly about you," she said.
"I love our no bullshit relationship," I said. "It lets us say what we feel and we just have to listen and act like it is okay." I leaned over and kissed her firmly and hugged her to me.
We had some no bullshit loving after supper and Ronnie came until she had to ask me to stop.
In the morning, "Larry, you are too much man for me to take care of."
Feeling a twinge of uneasiness, I said, "What do you mean by that, Ronnie?"
"I mean that I can't comfortably make love enough to wear you out, Studly."
"What do you propose?" I asked.
"Let me think about it for a couple of days, okay?"
"Sure, let's go dancing Friday and we can talk about it then."
We talked on Thursday to confirm our date.
We met at the VFW on Friday night. We danced a bunch. I dance with several other women. Ronnie introduced me to a really nice brunette.
Her name was Vickie Holmes. She was very bright and talkative, but not ditzy. The three of us had a great conversation about anything we were interested in.
"Larry, I want to talk to you about what we discussed on Tuesday morning," Ronnie said. I could see her holding hands with Vickie under the table. "Vickie is my best friend. Her husband left her six years ago. She needs a good man like you. I want to bring her into our relationship."
"This no bullshit stuff can really take you by surprise," I said. "I will not agree until I get to know her better and she gets to know me better. Let's go to your house and drink a little wine and visit."
"Yes!" they both said together.
We got to Ronnie's, sat down and opened the wine. "How long have you two been talking about this?" I asked them.
Vickie looked at Ronnie. Ronnie answered, "About two weeks."
"That is a little sneaky, considering our relationship rules," I told them.
Ronnie looked at the floor and said, "Larry, I know that. This totally honest relationship business is new to me also. What I really mean to say is, I am sorry Larry. I should have said something earlier."
I loved her sweet honesty. "I forgive you. How about a little kissing to seal the deal?"
She came and sat in my lap and kissed me a hot one.
"I love making up after a small disagreement," I told them.
We were all smiling now.
"Let's hear your proposition."
"Vickie and I want her to come into our relationship."
"In what way?" I asked.
"As a third, but equal, member."
I was a little shocked, but said, "Alright, but I want a one month trial period before we commit."
"As long as the trial includes sex and dancing, I agree," Vickie said.
Ronnie agreed on those terms.
"I have to have it be a no bullshit three way, also," I said.
"Anything else?" They asked me, smiling.
"Not from me, yet," I answered.
Vickie said, "How about a smooch to seal the agreement?"
Ronnie and I both agreed and I kissed Ronnie and Vickie, and Vickie kissed Ronnie.
I had thought something like this might be there, so I wasn't surprised or shocked. Vickie looked and smiled. "You liked it, didn't you?"
"I know he did," Ronnie said, wiggling around on my erection.
Vickie said, "I really need some sex. I am going crazy from being around you and not touching you."
I said, "Okay, one month from today we will decide about our relationship." They both nodded agreement.
We held hands and walked into Ronnie's bedroom. We all helped undress the others. Vickie was very pretty. She was around 5' 8" tall and slim, but curvy. Her breasts were medium sized and had what I considered rather large areolas. "Very pretty," I told her.
"Larry, you aren't just saying that to make me feel better are you? I have always felt that my breasts looked unusual because of my large nipples and areolas."
"No, Vickie, I think you are very fine to look at and I also think your breasts are particularly pretty," I answered her. "I suggest a little Braille testing."
They both laughed and agreed.
I lay down on the bed and pulled them both up into a strong hug. They both began kissing me all over my face and neck. I growled and said, "This is really nice."