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This is not a typical DG Hear story. Every now and then I go crazy with a sex story. If you are not interested in a sex story between a mature man and a young woman, then please hit your back button now. For the rest of you, I hope you enjoy the story. Edited by Techsan.
Cheating wives, cheating husbands, group sex, infidelity runs wild. I keep thinking about this shit all the time. What the hell is the matter with me? I remember my wife saying: Find something to do, get your mind on something else. I've tried and tried again, but my mind doesn't work that way. For some damn reason, I see everything as sex.
A woman of any age sits at a table, has a skirt on, legs slightly spread, I have to look. I just have to. What if I see her panties? I wonder if she's wearing any. I can't do shit about it but I'll think about it forever.
I go to a fair or picnic. Some woman has a low cut blouse on and I watch her mounds jiggle. I can't stop looking. I'm lucky some husband hasn't beat the shit out of me yet.
I see these mini-skirts and just stare at the women's legs hoping to see something. I can't help it. Sex is all around me. Something tells me I'm not the only pervert who feels this way. It's an odd feeling; I feel this way seventy percent of the time. The other thirty percent I feel normal, whatever that is.
It might be different in other countries, or other places in general, but with me the sexual revolution is a mess. I think it all stems from me not getting enough sex, or the right kind. I come from a generation where the older women don't seem to care. It's like two completely different groups of women. The ones that think and read about it all the time or the ones like my wife and others who don't care about it. Every once in awhile they talk about it but generally don't want to do it. I often wonder if it is my fault. Did I do something wrong?
I'm nearing sixty and I like sex. Whether it's oral, anal, missionary, doggy style or if the woman wants to ride me like a bronco, I don't care as long as I get it.
Now the little wife doesn't want it anymore. What's an older man to do? Everything else in our life is great. We do things together, have cookouts, take in movies, go places together. Hell, I even go shopping with her, but when it comes to sex, she's not interested.
I've tried everything but she says because of her medication she really doesn't feel anything. Now there's a boost to my ego. I don't want a divorce because she is a wonderful mother, grandmother and wife, other than the no-sex shit. I don't want an affair, not because of my morality but because I'll get caught; I just know I will.
Lately, it's been pretty bad. I am kind of a joker and kid with women all the time. A lot of them kid back with me. I don't know whether to take a plunge or not. Some of these women are nearly strangers, while others are friends.
One day my life changed completely. I took my wife to the doctor's office since she was feeling really bad and she was in what seemed a horrible pain. The doc had me take her to the emergency room. The doc came out and after running some tests he told me she had the dreaded disease and would be lucky to live another month. It had just gotten too far along and there was nothing they could do.
I talked to her and we both cried together. She told me she just wanted to go home. The doctor gave us a number of prescriptions to help reduce her pain. We left the hospital and I took my vacation time to be home with her. I had five weeks vacation and I was going to spend them with Mary.
She died three weeks later, but had a chance to visit everyone. The kids, grandchildren and even our relatives traveled in to say their goodbyes. It was a memorable three weeks, with her getting to see everyone for the last time.
After the funeral, my life was changed completely. I was a lonely person, with not a lot of visitors anymore. The neighbors talked to me when I sat out and the kids stopped by regularly. I just needed to go on with my life. I did my mourning for about six months. In that period of time, sex was completely out of my mind; I just mourned the loss of my wife. I truly missed her.
Life went on and I decided to buy some of the things I always wanted but Mary, my wife, used to complain about me spending too much money. I was now alone and wondered what I was saving all my money for. Granted I needed a little nest egg but I had a good job and owned my home. In a few years I could retire with a nice pension. So, I went on a spending spree.
I bought a big flat screen TV, a new DVD player and a new Lazy Boy chair to relax in. I got High Speed Internet and the latest model computer system. Now I could read my stories on-line without even wearing my glasses.
I worked in a local factory and made good money. Hell, I've been there for over thirty years. I decided to change shifts. It was still somewhat lonely in the evenings so I switched to second shift. I didn't have to get up early and I could go to bed late. It fit my life cycle better.
One of my kids — well, I don't have kids; they are all adults in their thirties with kids of their own - ask me to go to the State Fair with them. I always enjoyed the fair with Mary and decided to go. I spent a lot of time in the commercial building. I like to see the Barkers - they are the sales people - selling their wares. I came across a guy selling hot tubs, you know, three and four person spas. Mary and I had always talked about getting one when we were younger but never did. She didn't want to spend the money. I decided right then and there to buy one.
My daughter said, "Dad, do you really want a spa? You're sixty years old."
"What does my age have to do with it? I've always wanted one but for a different reason. When I was younger, I wanted to play in it."
"Dad, Brenda's right over there." Brenda was my granddaughter.
"Oh, for Pete's sake; She can't hear me. Anyway, I always have aches and pains from working in the shop. I figure it would be nice to come home to a nice relaxing spa before hitting the hay. (That's going to bed for those who might not know.) I figured it would help ease the body aches."
The sales guy jumped right in to tell me all the stuff about the spa. I just told him to take it easy and save his breath. I was going to buy the darn thing; it was just a matter of which one.
I decided on a little cheaper model, but it did hold four people even though I would probably be in it most of the time by myself. My granddaughter came over and I told her we were getting the spa. Like all kids, she was happy as could be. She loved our swimming pool but in our state you couldn't get much use out of it after September. I told her she could get in the spa year around.
The spa was delivered the following week. I had it set up on the patio next to the pool. The first weekend all the family came over for a cookout. All the kids took turns getting into the spa. You would have thought it was a swimming pool with them standing on their heads and such. I have four kids and eight grandchildren. It was funny that none of the adults got in the spa. They must all relate it to sex or something. Anyway, the grandkids had a ball. Three of my kids live over an hour away and I don't see their families as often as Brenda. She's nine and jumps into the spa whenever she comes over.
As time passed, my life took on it's own normalcy. I would get up and make breakfast and sit around and do my thing and whatever needed to be done. I guess I was a bachelor again, just an old one. I would eat lunch out each day before going to work. It was usually my main meal for the day. After a hard day at work, I'd come home to the spa. Damn, it felt so good to get in the spa after a hard day. I just laid back and relaxed and let my mind wander. I would usually read a few stories after getting out of the spa, then go to sleep and start all over the next day.
One Saturday my neighbors were having a cookout. Most of my neighbors were older, in my age group, but the ones next door had an adult son who was twenty-four and was still living at home. He had a girlfriend who was there about half the time. She came over while I was in the spa and said, "Hi." She told me how she loved hot tubs and always felt so good when she was in them. She had an aunt who owned one and went in hers whenever she visited with her.
I told Holly - that was her name - that she could go and get her bathing suit on and was welcome to get in. I mentioned that her and her boyfriend, Brent, were welcome to get in, but I didn't want their whole party group over.
She told me she would love to but that it was all Brent's friends and they came over to watch the races and then a football game. She was bored and that's why she came over and talked to me. She asked if she could have a rain check on the spa. I told her anytime, and she didn't even need Brent's permission. She laughed and went back over to her cookout.
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