I have been reading the postings on this site for a few weeks now and thought I’d share my experience with you all. I’m a married 36yo brunette lady, quite slim and petite at just over 5ft 2 tall and size 12 in clothing. My husband and I have always had a good and varied sex life and I’d never strayed. He loves to photograph me in sexy attire and it has always got us hot and horny - I work in a social care context helping to visit folks who are lonely and who generally are incapacitated in some way. Most have difficulties getting about and they tend to be quite old – anywhere between 65 and 85. A couple of years ago I was assigned to a 68yo man who had difficulties getting about – he could walk ok but he had pains in his legs and had to rest frequently. He’s quite tall at 5ft 10 and is well built without being fat, for a man his age. However he has a wonderful kind nature and we hit it off straight away. I visited him once a week to help with house chores such as dusting, hovering and washing/ironing his clothes. We always had a good chat and I learned a lot about his life and his interests. Shortly after I started going to his house he confided in me that he missed female company. He’d lost his wife 7 years earlier and had told me that he was lucky to have “such a nice girl like me” coming around to his house for chats. He didn’t really want me to waste time doing the chores and preferred it if I sat with him and chatted. I would spend around 3 hours in the afternoon before going home – an hour of that was spent sitting with him while we chatted. I had other folks to visit on other days so I wouldn’t see him again until the same day/time of the following week. Six months on and it was getting towards summer. I’d started wearing skirts and short-sleeved tops as it was quite warm in May. One day when I visited he told me I’d “very sexy legs for a small lady”. I laughed and said my husband liked them too and that I was glad he approved of them. He said that my husband was a lucky man to have a woman with such legs. As I sat and chatted with him I noticed that he would lose his train of thought and soon realised that he was looking between my legs. His sofas weren’t so good and one tended to sink into them. When I opened my legs a little I’m sure he could glimpse my white silk panties as my skirt tended to ride up my thighs when I sat on his sofa. He asked me to help him out of his chair before I went as he wanted to visit the loo. I went over and put my hands under his upper arms to pull him up. He helped by holding on round my waist as I hoisted him up. During the process, his hands slipped down to my bottom, and then one fell on my thigh. As I pulled him up, this hand moved up my skirt and brushed the back of my white panties. He apologised profusely but I reckoned he’d done that deliberately to feel my legs. I noticed quite a big bulge in his trousers and guessed he’d had an erection. Anyway, I said nothing and told him not to worry and went on my way. All the way home I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened and what I’d seen. Such were my thoughts that I discovered my panties had become very moist indeed. In some ways I felt sorry for this man – he was lovely and obviously missing the sexual side of life. The next week I decided to bring some condoms and give him a blow job. I arrived in my skirt and blouse minus bra and knickers. I worked for an hour or so then sat down with him for our regular chat. I made no attempt to disguise the fact that my pussy was bare and sat with my legs open. He didn’t chat much and I could see he was looking up my skirt but trying to hide this fact. I asked him if anything was wrong and he just sighed and told me he missed the touch of a woman. I could see a bulge forming in his trousers as he sat in the chair. I then asked him if he would like me to touch him. He replied that he would and I moved over to him kneeling between his legs. I undid his trousers and pulled them down. Then I pulled his pants down to reveal his cock – it uncoiled before me, semi-hard and I marvelled at it. I took it in my hand and gently rubbed it for a few minutes. Soon it was fully hard and I was surprised by its length and girth given that this man was almost 69. It was certainly at least an inch bigger than my husband’s 6.5 inch penis. I slipped on a condom and began to run my tongue around the bulbous head. Slowly I wrapped my lips over it to cover the head and began to take it inch by inch into my mouth. Soon I was moving rhythmically up and down the thick shaft and he was groaning with delight. He’d leaned forward and his hands had slipped into my blouse and were fondling my breasts making my nipples stand out and my pussy began to leak. After a few minutes I guided one of his hands under my skirt and he gasped saying “no knickers, wow!” when he felt my moist trimmed pubic hair. Suddenly he began to squeeze my breasts with one hand and finger my clit with the other, pressing that hand firmly against my pubic area and rubbing furiously. His cock was throbbing hard and I released it from my eager mouth as my orgasm fast approached. I began to wank him furiously with my hand as we both raced to orgasm. A few seconds later I lost controlled and screamed in ecstasy as the most intense orgasm raged through my body. I let go of his cock and held onto his legs as his fingers continued to work my pussy throughout my orgasm. I cried out for nearly a minute and almost passed out – yet he hadn’t even inserted a finger into me. When I came down to earth I resumed his wanking, this time taking his cock in my mouth and sucking for all I was worth. A minute later he exploded a surprising amount of cum into the condom. I lay back and he fell back into the chair drained, beads of sweat running down his face. He told me that it had been at least a year since he’d last given up his spunk and I could well believe it judging by the sheer volume of sticky juices filling the end of the condom. As for me it was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. I slipped my boobs back into my blouse and got a towel to dry us both. Then I kissed him on the cheek and said goodbye. I went home and told my husband what had happened as I’d felt a bit guilty. I’d said that I’d felt sorry for him and that he missed a woman’s touch so I wanted to do something for him. I was surprised that my husband seemed ok with it and said I was doing him a service. It certainly spiced up our sex that evening – my husband gave me a good servicing, one which reminded me of the time we first had sex. For nearly 3 hours he fucked me in various positions, bringing about many shattering orgasms in me and leaving me sore, heavily spermed, but very satisfied. However, the story doesn’t end here…it’s enough for now but look out for another part of my experience.