Opie was settled into a subsidized senior living building on the outskirts of a small town in the heart of the farm belt. He’d spent his whole working career in that area, moving from one farm to another as the needs arose. A medical condition that limited his weight-lifting pushed him to take his Social Security at age 62.

He was on the top floor of the sixteen-unit building, at the back where he could look out at fields and forests. He liked to sit on the small balcony day or night, reading or contemplating the stars or whatever.

One night he was just enjoying the scene as the quarter moon came up with a glass of whiskey in his hand when he heard some unusual sounds from the next balcony over on the floor below. He quietly peeked down and saw Heidi, a married woman he knew, naked on her balcony with her big soft tits hanging just past the railing as she was bent over it. From the motion of her husband’s hips as he stood close behind her it was obvious what they were doing. Some muffled climax sounds were heard and the husband pulled out and turned to go in. Heidi straightened up, turned his way so he could see her whole front and kept turning to exit the balcony. In the dim light he couldn’t be sure but it seemed like she gave a little wave as she left.

She’d made friends with him soon after he moved in so he knew she was sixty-five, married forever with two grown children, and a retired farm wife. She introduced him to several table games like Chinese Checkers in the common room on the first floor and they would meet regularly for those and some of the organized activities. Her husband rarely attended, spending much of his time watching TV or on the internet. He would go to outside sports activities with a few buddies though.

Opie had never had any serious relationship with a woman. Most all of his sex life had been with the many farm wives who cared less and less about monogamy as they aged. One he really remembered would find ways to get laid as her husband was working far enough away, like milking the cows early in the morning. One time when her husband was at a farm convention that she didn’t go to she’d come to the bunkhouse and go from one of the three bunks to another. He’d jack his dick in synch with the bunk creakings until it was his turn. This thing that just happened here had him jacking off on the balcony, catching his shot in his handkerchief.

The next morning at breakfast he saw Heidi and she came over to him when her husband left, “Hey, friend, would you like a piece?” He was so startled that he just sat there immobile and silent. She pulled her hand out of her purse and said, “Do you like regular or maple fudge?” That was what she weas holding in her hand. Her smile was a bit different than usual. She seemed to be holding back a chuckle. He chose the maple and she sat down with him to play Scrabble. He thought he picked up numerous double-entendres issuing from her throughout the game but wasn’t sure how to respond.

As their time together came to a close she looked him in the eyes as she invited him to her place for an after dinner drink. Her husband and buddies were going to a big city to see a championship game of some kind. He’d be gone all night and she didn’t want to feel lonesome. The last part of the invitation was accented by her leaning over towards him so her scoop-neck blouse showed a lot of her abundant cleavage. He nodded and croaked, “OK”.

He brought a bouquet of flowers and was rewarded with a hug with tits and pelvis pushed tightly against him for a moment. “I’ve got bourbon, scotch, or rum. What and how would you like it?”

“Bourbon on the rocks is my favorite.”

She brought it and sat close on the couch, then raised her glass, “Here’s to good friends. May they be long and close.” As he sipped, her knees made contact with his while he contemplated this double-entendre. Was she trying to seduce him?

No words were spoken as they sipped their drinks; she having some spiced rum. She stared at him intently while his eyes kept dropping to the display of her cleavage again and somewhat stocky legs much shown by the short skirt she was wearing. That was interrupted by, “Can you dance. My husband won’t and I miss it.” He nodded so she started a recording and dimmed the lights.

They were slow songs and her tight contact with his body caused an expected reaction. As he tried to make the swelling less obvious she kept countering it, seeming to want to feel it more. Finally, at the end of a song she turned her head up and locked onto his lips with a kiss that included tongue. “I want to take very good care of your reaction to me. Let’s go to the bedroom, or would you rather use the balcony? I wanted you to watch last night and it worked. You’ve been on my mind for quite a while.”

Opie was catching on fast so he pulled down her blouse and put his mouth on one hard nipple while a hand pinched the other one. She squealed in joy. He pulled off her tit and commented. “It is more than your mind that is interested I think.”

She pulled him back to the big mammary and said, “I was imagining it was you last night and got off extra well. Let’s do it out there.” She stripped on the spot and he could clearly see her ample pubic hair below the stretch marks from her children. It was sexy to him.

She reached around to guide him in with no further foreplay. It was wet and hot for his cock which had not been in a similar place for over a year. He began stroking at the pace he remembered seeing and thought about her husband so recently being there. Like in the memories mentioned above, it had not been unusual to have a pussy recently used and it added to the eroticism of the moment. She moaned, especially when he had her straighten up more so he could reach around and take big handfuls of her hangers and tease the nipples. He knew from long experience that it usually helped a woman get off. It sure did for Heidi and she shook so hard he almost fell out. His gentle flooding of her depths a bit later triggered another passion peak and he did fall out. She turned around and went to her knees to clean her new gift-giver.

They had some fresh drinks as they sat together naked this time. Opie had a question for her, “How long since you last had some strange?”

She grinned, “I guess it’s reasonable to figure I’ve done this before. You are right, and it has been more than a year. I went to a farm convention last year and a young guy tickled more than my imagination. It was a one-afternoon stand but I hope this one can happen regularly. What you saw me get last night was the first time in over a month. Do you see why you got laid? I need a lot more than that. A couple times a week would be very nice.”

Opie raised his glass, “Good for me too. I’ve been neglected for a long time as well and want to keep in shape. Ready for more? I am.” This time they used the marital bed and the duration was quite pleasurably longer. She insisted on aiming his cock when he took a pee and he wiped her pussy after she did hers. A prebreakfast fuck concluded that sex episode and he carefully left unseen.

They did their usual social interactions in the common room but it was three days before another intimate opportunity arose. She texted a code phrase that got her invited to his door. It would be safer here he knew. “My husband has gone to a local game so we have a couple of hours to play. I haven’t had any since our first night and I’m horny. Hope you are.” It didn’t take words for Opie to convey his state and she was squealing quite quickly. Two orgasms and cum dumps later she kissed her lover goodbye and went to be home for her husband.

That’s how it usually went for a while. One time she reported that her husband had come home from a game that she’d visited Opie during, and surprisingly wanted her pussy. She had to delay it until she could rinse out her vagina so he wouldn’t have a clue. It was hot for her, though, thinking about two men on the same day.

Women have a tough time keeping secrets though. He’d been banging Heidi for a few weeks when Martha, a trim seventy-year-old single woman, sat down with him at lunch when Heidi wasn’t there. She had short white hair above an attractive blue-eyed face. They’d never talked much so this was unexpected. Opie waited to see what she wanted. Between bites of the chili and cornbread she spoke, “I visit with Heidi quite a bit and I have learned that you two are special friends. I’d like to become one too from what I have heard. Are you interested?”

There was a pause until Opie answered, “I have no special plans this afternoon. Is this a good time to check out the possibility?” Nice semi-code words on both sides asking about a fuck.

Martha smiled as she nodded and got seriously busy finishing her lunch. When both were done she said so no one else could hear, “Give me fifteen minutes then come to apartment 202.” Opie had another dessert with coffee, figuring that the extras sugar might come in handy.

She met him at the door naked and with a kiss. Really no choice, eh? She helped him undress and walked him, with no discussion, to her bed. A close hug and kiss, then she pulled him between her legs and guided his erection where she wanted it. She was already plenty lubricated and nicely snug.

Her hands on his buns guided the rate and angle of thrusts and she moaned louder and louder until she bounced him in her orgasm. Laying still after it subsided she was passive as he stroked until he let go his pleasure.

She was clearly dozing as he kept his weight off and his pecker slowly shrank in this new venue. He eased off her gently and snuggled close to her on his side. He’d not even touched her surprisingly firm and shapely tits yet so he eased one hand onto the nearest one. Her head turned towards him and she smiled, “I like that. More.” Her hand between them searched for his soft and coated cock and squeezed it gently.

“How I have missed that! Thank you so much,” she said. They talked and he learned that she’d been single most of her life after a short mistake of a marriage. Boyfriends had been few and far between in her busy life as a non-profit worker and later as director. It had been years since she’d been naked with a man and the last one was borrowed from a married friend. “I was scared to ask you so this was more than nice. Can we do it again? I hope you are not in a hurry.”

Opie was a gentleman. He replied, “I can think of no better way to spend the afternoon than pleasuring an attractive woman. Do you like riding a man?” Her face lit up and she moved to do just that. His hands and mouth stayed fill of breast as she moved up and down at a nice pace and they talked, her asking him about his life and sharing experiences they had in common. She looked and felt better than Heidi, not that he’s ever turn away his other lover.

The next cum shot took quite a while which was just fine because getting there was very pleasant. She had a couple, aided by his tit work, and her face glowed even after they showered together, something that she hadn’t done for decades. She kissed him goodbye with no specific reconnecting time set.

Late that night Heidi knocked on his door. She’d given him a wink at dinner while she sat with her husband. Martha had smiled as she went by to sit with some other women. She wanted to be discreet, he knew.

Heidi was wearing a robe which she opened to give him a hug. He was naked in bed, getting up to greet her. “I heard that you were quite welcoming to my friend Martha. That got me wanting some more of your ‘friendship’. My husband got tipsy on too much beer and fell asleep so I’ve got a few minutes. Can we?” It was intense and quick and she left quietly. Opie fell asleep with a coated dick. Two women the same day; a real treat!

That became a somewhat common experience. Martha was, of course, much more available, but Heidi was good at finding opportunities. Horniness ceased to exist for the fortunate man. Both women weren’t shy about joining him for common room activities and Martha would do outside activities as well. Kind of like dates and usually concluded by a romp in bed. She noticeably improved with her new practice.

Speaking of that, she told Opie one naked afternoon that Carl, the only other single man in the building, was showing her some serious attention and had asked her out for a concert. Would Opie mind if she went? He could see where that might lead so looked at her seriously. “You are you and I respect that we are just intimate friends. How I feel about you can’t be affected with other things in your life unless they affect me.” She got the message, thinking about him and Heidi, and kissed him as her hips moved on his deeply embedded tool.

Soon he figured, due to some subtle ways she interacted with him, that Carl’s dick was getting where his did. It was fine. She was just as enjoyable and maybe a bit more. He was getting some attention from another married woman. Sally kept asking him to help her with her invalid husband and seemed very appreciative, complaining that she couldn’t thank him enough. Then one day, after he’d taken her to do some shopping, she said on the way back that Martha let her know how he could help her in another way that she really needed.

That got his attention. She was a short redhead that, at age fifty-five, still had most of her natural hair color. Her freckles and blue eyes gave her a classic Irish look. Her figure was interesting too. He responded to clarify what she was asking, “Does this involve becoming very well acquainted?”

She reached for his hand and held it tightly. “Yes, the most, if you know what I mean. My husband can’t anymore and suggested it for my happiness. I’m finally ready too. Haven’t had much other experience in my life so I’m nervous, I want you to know.”

When they got to their apartment she went in to talk with her bedridden husband as Opie waited in the front room. She came back smiling and in a short thin robe. “Can I get you a drink? I’m going to have some wine.” He took a beer. She sat across from him but not far away. Her robe fell open to show one breast and her crotch was barely covered. Her voice betrayed her anxiety as she struggled to find things to talk about.

Finally Opie got the ball, or balls, rolling. “Does your husband want this to happen next to him in bed?”

She gasped, “Do all you men think alike? I told him maybe later when I was more used to it. We’ll have to use the couch you are sitting on. It works, or used to, for us when he could.”

Opie stood up and quickly removed his clothes as she stared. Stepping over to her he helped her up and removed the robe. Nice. That finished filling the long shaft that was pointing up at her face. She bent over to look at it more closely and wrap her small hand around part of it. “It’s the biggest I’ve seen but there have only been two others. Will it fit in me?”

Opie chuckled, “I’ve never had any complaints. Besides, don’t babies come out of there?” She grinned and turned up her face to kiss him as his hands explored her breasts. His tongue tried to find hers but she pulled back and said, “My mouth is for my husband. He does use it. You get to use what he can’t.” Opie could understand.

After a few minutes of mutual fondling, Opie laid on the couch and helped her get poised above him. She seemed awkward so he wondered if she was very familiar with the cowgirl position. His hands on her hips helped her move the right way and she had her eyes closed as she did. He then moved his hand to her hanging breasts to stimulate them again. She was tight so his arousal built quickly and he made it clear when he came in case she couldn’t feel his hot cream ooze out to coat her cervix. She could and it opened her eyes. She hadn’t climaxed but just laid on his chest with her head beside his like they were hugging. He heard some quiet sobbing and knew it was a release for her.

A few minutes later she whispered in his ear, “I have to go see my husband. Stay right here.” She pulled off him and went to bathroom. He heard her pee and she smiled at him as she walked by to the bedroom. He heard soft talking for a while and she was still smiling when she returned.

“I want to thank you and my husband does too. I’m not comfortable with you seeing him right now. Please go and we will talk in the common room about what is next.” She kissed him on the cheek at the door.

Martha saw him at dinner and asked him to stop by at eight for a drink. She met him in a sheer robe and had his favorite whiskey ready. “I understand you really helped Sally out this afternoon. That was so good of you. She needed a caring helper and I knew you’d be that. I’m needing some of your care if you’re interested and capable.” That was a bit of a jibe. It had been plenty of time since he was naked with Sally.

“I’m much more a stud now thanks to you and Heidi and now Sally. Exercise helps everything including our sex parts, right? How can I help you?”

Standing up and dropping her robe Martha undid his belt and started sucking his swelling organ. Pausing she said, “Tastes the same even though I know where it went earlier today. Would you like to taste me even though it was busy just an hour ago?” That made what she was holding and kissing fill up quicker.

Without finishing undressing he pushed her down on the carpet and rammed his cock up her slippery slot. “I’ll pass on that offer this time. Maybe another.”

She squealed with each slam of his pubic bone on her clit and finally shook violently as she came. He slowed down but kept stroking. She spoke softly, “What a wonderful second course, even better than the first. I’ll have to arrange this kind of feast again.”

Opie chuckled, “If you liked this then having a team visit ought to be arranged.” She shuddered as she processed the implication. He picked up the pace and the second load oozed out of his dickhead into the second pussy of the day.

Late that night he was reading in bed when that familiar knock was heard on the door. Sure enough, it was Heidi in a robe. “I talked to Martha earlier and we don’t keep secrets. I want join today’s activities and be your third piece. OK? Can you do it?”

He invited her in and was soon buried in her hot twat. It was a quickie but a goodie and she bid him a happy goodbye.

There was a strong knocking on his door that woke him up. The clock said it had only been an hour since Heidi left. He opened the door and she came in wearing same robe but distressed and crying. She needed a hug and he took her to the sofa. “Would you like a drink?” She nodded so he poured both of them some spiced rum on ice and sat down next to her.

“When I got back to my place my husband was awake and waiting. I didn’t expect that because he is usually such a sound sleeper. I thought we could fuck right next to him and he wouldn’t know, but he was awake and opened my robe and his fingers felt your cum. He was mad and started throwing questions at me faster than I could even answer them. The undershorts he sleeps in were bulging so I didn’t know what he might do. Perversely I hoped he would rape me. He just called me a slut and inconsiderate and all sorts of stuff I don’t remember. I finally told him I was leaving. He said he figured I was going to get laid some more and I finally yelled back that I probably would since he didn’t do it to me anymore. Then he pushed me on the floor and dropped his undershorts and took me real hard. Hell, he’d hardly ever fucked me like that and I came. After he did he went back to the bedroom and I left. I don’t know where this is going to go but I’ll go back in the morning to see.”

Opie asked, “So how are you feeling now?

“Better but anxious. I’m so tired so could we just snuggle now?”

She declined sex in the morning and went back to her apartment in just that same robe. No one else was in the hallway, thank goodness. She and her husband didn’t appear for breakfast and Opie wondered all morning how it was going. They did appear for lunch and she said she’d see him later.

It was an interesting report that she gave fully dressed. Her husband was sober when she returned but distant. They talked through a lot both about his lack of interest and the way she dealt with it. He correctly surmised that it was Opie she was banging since their friendship was open knowledge. He’d liked Opie and complemented her on her choice at least. When she told him that the angry fuck last night was the best he’d given her in many years she added that maybe she should continue seeing Opie but openly to turn him on. To her surprise he said that he’d noticed it too and maybe it was a good idea. He felt she still loved him and not Opie and she quickly said that was right. So here she was to try out the new arrangement if Opie was OK with it.

He was and they had a quickie so she could get back to her waiting husband soon. At dinner she looked a bit frazzled and asked Opie if he was available later that night. He was going to do something with Sally but would be back by nine. “Perfect,” replied Heidi.

The visits to see Sally were getting more interesting all the time. She would only have sex with him at her place since he was a surrogate husband. He had gone through visiting with her husband in their bedroom both before and after they copulated. Nothing explicit about the act was mentioned though. Then the expected happened. Sally said, as he was getting undressed, that her husband wanted them to do it in the marital bed so he would be participating even if just as a voyeur. She was nervous and how did he feel? Opie explained he’d watched and been watched a few times and you got used to it real quick.

As Opie suggested, he laid down next to her husband and she mounted him. This position allowed her husband to see her best and participate in some ways when he was ready to. This first time was relatively short. She looked steadily at her husband as she moved on Opie’s cock and he fondled her bouncing breasts to stimulate her. Opie couldn’t see how her husband responded if at all. After they each had climaxed she dismounted and bent over her husband to take his flaccid cock in the mouth she had reserved for him. She was fondling his balls as she sucked and was able to get his cream in her mouth as Opie watched. She swallowed and moved up to kiss her husband who then thanked Opie for helping out in such a special way. He left them in bed, dressed and departed, feeling good.

Heidi was right on time, wearing that familiar robe. She greeted him with a tongue kiss and a naked hug. “This is a big test. He is waiting for my return knowing for sure that I’ll be fucked so let’s not take too long. My pussy has been kept wet all day by him which hasn’t happened since we were first wed. I love it. Could we do it out on the balcony again?” Opie opened the door and she went ahead of him, bending over and offering her part that could now be called a cunt for his use. It went well and quickly and she gave him a deep thank-you kiss. “I’ll text you the outcum. I spelled that last word with a ‘u’.” He knew she liked to play with words and grinned as he gave her departing bun a quick squeeze. He really liked her and had considered she might come live with him if she split with her husband. That might impact his other fun relationships though.

Heidi sent a quick text as promised. It was short as he expected. “Good idea and working well here”. That pleased him and the rest of the evening was settling into a restful night.

Martha wasn’t demanding, seeing as she had another dick to also do but the times with Sally were changing steadily. The sex was good in and of itself but more and more influenced by her husband’s involvement. It was proving uniquely interesting though. Now she was riding her husband’s face to get ready for riding Opie’s cock which was her usual position. Her husband reached over to fondle her nearest tit and touched down where she was joining with her surrogate cock to rub her clit and help her get off. She, in return, would stretch to kiss his pussy-flavored mouth and she would fondle the soft hose she wished could be in her. He might even ask her to straddle his face as Opie was leaving so he could tongue her to another orgasm with cum dripping onto him. From time to time in an evening meeting she would ask Opie to stay for a drink and, after a rest period and hearing her husband snoring, would want another fuck focusing on Opie. That really kept them together, he told her, and she knew it.

What a life, he thought during the fewer and fewer times he was by himself for very long. There were other women in the place that were obviously trying to connect with him. He couldn’t handle anything more right now but it was fun to imagine. He sure didn’t feel “old” anymore.

Not surprisingly Martha told him one day after he’d just cum in her that she was getting serious with Carl and felt she needed to be more exclusive. She’d really liked her times with him and would treasure the memories but this was a finale. Ho told her his feeling about her were much the same and he’d miss the pleasures like they just had. She’d be welcome any time if she wanted to reminisce. Her expression showed her interest in that.

With that loss he paid more attention to the other women mentioned above. One got the most. Carla was married and a bit younger than most. Forty-five he later found out and rather recently married to a sixty-seven year old man. She was a short haired blond with green eyes and an interesting mouth. Her loose blouse hid her bosom at the moment but he figured it was compatible with her slim figure which was a bit taller than him. Her first words were, “I’d like to visit with you but not in public. Can I come to your place?” Opie smiled and nodded so she continued, “How about in half an hour?” Another nod and she left the room.

Right on time she knocked and he let her in, offering a beverage. She grinned, “It’s five o’clock somewhere. Red wine would be nice.” He got two small cups he’d watched a potter make and served her as she sat on the couch. She’d changed clothes, now wearing a tight t-shirt that clearly showed her chest with large nipples and short shorts which exposed almost all of her long and shapely legs. He sat down where he could get a good look at her as they talked.

“What’s on your mind? It must be important for you to go to all this trouble.”

She smiled and took a big swig of the wine. “I’ve heard about your ‘friendships’ around here and it has been good. I’d like to propose one to see if you’d be interested.”

“OK, go on.”

“As you might know I’m pretty recently married to a much older man. It could be argued that it was for companionship and housekeeping but I really care for him and our regular sex life is ok. I don’t need to just get laid. I was single for a long time and had some interesting boy friends who showed me things that are usually called ‘kinky’. None was hurtful and they gave me some interesting variety that I got kinda hooked on. Now, after a few years I’d like some of that aqain but my husband is too conservative to agree. I’m hoping that a good man might participate with me.” She stopped and looked at Opie expectantly.

He sipped on his wine and pondered the offer. “Could you be more specific?”

She stood up and took off her t-shirt and shorts. No underwear so she stood fully exposed and not shyly. “Oh, things like light bondage, watersports, role playing and whatever you want to that’s fun.”

Opie smiled, “I’ve done little bit of that but never had anyone who was really into it. I’m curious enough to give it a try. When do you want to start?”

“Since I’m here and naked how about a get-acquainted regular screw and then we can make plans?”

He took her to his bed and accomplished just that, pounding her shaved crotch until she’d had enough and made a very complimentary comment, saying what she’d heard about him was quite accurate.

Her husband still worked Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons so that gave some great opportunities. Plans were made and she would be back in two days.

Life in this senior center was getting more interesting than he ever expected. There were fifteen women living there since one unit had two women he suspected were lesbians. He now has dipped his dick in four of them and he knew how they talked. How many would he end up fucking? This was better than his younger days when he had more energy. Or did he? He thought about Hilda, a fortyish farm wife who ruled the roost. He was the only farmhand and lived in the main house with them and a sixteen-year-old daughter. Very soon after he was hired Hilda appeared in his bedroom at bedtime in a nightie, pulled it up and asked to be pleasured. That happened practically every night and he usually heard bed thumping from their bedroom next door before or after her visit. Nothing was ever said abut it like it was just the way things were expected to be. When the homely and also solidly built daughter turned sixteen, actually beginning on that birthday, she would be in his bed about twenty minutes before time to get up and expect to start her day with a cock infusion. That lasted almost two years before he moved on. That was the only scene more intense than now.

Carla was right on time and was caring a small bag. Before starting her preferred red wine she pulled out a black dildo and two pairs of handcuffs. “This is what we’ll start with.” Opie’s bed didn’t have an appropriate headboard so he filled up an air mattress, put a blanket over it, and hooked the handcuffs to a big chair’s legs. The script was whispered by her to differentiate it from dialogue. He was told that she would protest many things which he should ignore, only listening for “Stop” which meant what it said. OK, time to start. She entered from the bedroom and he took over, restraining her as she protested when he removed her two pieces of clothing. He fondled her tits and crotch then forced her to lie on the air mattress as he fastened the handcuffs on her wrists with her arms over her head. She crossed her legs so he forced them apart to expose her crotch. He surprised her as he went off script and peed on her pussy before his cock got fully hard. She squealed in surprised delight, then went passive as the long shaft filled her wet snatch. She came but tried to hide it unsuccessfully. She asked to be released but he ignored her, getting into the game maybe a little faster than she’d expected. He hadn’t heard the terminate word so he didn’t. The drying piss made her itch and she squirmed a bit. He stuck his softened tool near her mouth and ordered, “Suck it!”. It was coated with cum and pee and she refused, not just from the script. He raised a leg and spanked the exposed bun rather hard, leaving a reddish mark. She still refused so another swat.