This is not the usual tale of body beautifuls that I read on here. Instead I am 74 and my wife of 46 years Pat is 68. We're retired and as Pat was a teacher we live pretty well. We have a foreign holiday each year which is where this story started. When we met, we "courted." I knew Pat had a few miled on the clock when we met but it didnt bother me. Sex was something we saved until after we were married and looking back, the first night was a quick fumble and sleep as we were pretty tired and tipsy. However over the years we tried a lot of things sexually. Pre-internet it was much more difficult. Cliches like pampas grass in swingers front gardens were mostly true from our experience. The swinging sixties mostly missed norwich where we lived, but we did play around a little (full swap) with a couple we knew. These days we are down on the south coast. I havent been able to manage a full erection for four years so sex is off the agenda. A kiss and cuddle seems to suffice. Pat never adds pressure however I have been worried about her missing out. She has always been petite and at almost 70 I still fancy the pants off her. We usually holiday in June, before the schools break up. Its quieter and a lot cheaper. Last summer we went to Beziers in south France. It was lovely. On a drive to nowhere in particular I saw a sign for Cap d'agde and mentioned to Pat that its a naturist place (knowing full well that it was more a sex resort from what Id read online). I made a joke about trying it and Pat gave a clear "no." I thought no more about it until a few days later Pat suggested we try, but keep clothes on. So we head off in our hire car and are soon parked up. Worried about the body beautifuls we ventured onto the beach with out clothes on, however it if full of all ages, shapes, colours so Pat soon whipped off her top and I felt a million dollars. Her a cups got a few looks, and although we never settled, a two hour walk along the beach and back was perfect. Before heding back to the car we ducked into a beach bar for some shade and drinks. Pat kept her top off and we got chatting to the english barmaid, Ciara. She was openly admiring a couple of oldies for giving it a go. She filled us in that theres been a crackdown on sex on the beach and that stuff is limited to clubs. Joking that we're far too old for that she insisted we should give it a try. Pat was all ears and that night we met a friend of ciara who got us into a place called la glamour. We were definitely not the oldest there and although we didnt stay for that long, we did watch an italian lady of our age getting fucked by two much younger fellas who looked in their 30s. Outside I fingered Pat to orgasm while people watched. This all got me thinking and when we returned home I came out and suggested to Pat that she gets a lover. She was not in favour but didnt completely dismiss the idea. Whilst looking around for ideas on how to find her a sex partner I stumbled across swinging heaven. The big problem was how to find a decent reliable local guy, thats hard enough but finding one who likes older ladies was a tall order. I did actually meet a really nige guy from Guildford (Hi Frank if youre reading this). We arranged to "bump into him" in a wine bar/pub in Portsmouth. The plan was to say I knew his dad and to invite him back. The first part worked well, but it was too hard to plausibly invite him back to hours. I then found the stories and quite a few had suggestions. Naturist spas seemed perfect but there are none near us on hayling Island (or at least none that I know of). Pat doesnt like Brighton and the next nearest one is in London. I read about a handyman and got in touch with him. Literally the next day him and I meet for a drink. Simple plan, ask him to come give us a quote for some work so he meets Pat and I sound her out about him. Bit of planning, I mention decorating our hallway, he gives me a flyer which I "deliver" through our letterbox a few days later. Pat picks it up and with a little encouragement calls him to give a quote. The very same evening he pops round. Him and I are whatsapping like crazy that evening. Pat certainly liked him, but not sure if she fancied him. First hurdle overcome. Quote comes back and within a fortnight hes back to decorate and (hopefully) flirt with/fuck my wife. So, I have a strange man in our home, where Pat is comfortable with her guard down. He wants to fuck her and she likes him. Pat was quiet that first day. No particular reason and they hardly chatted. The next day shes her usual self. Every Thursday she does yoga and is in lycra. Sort of cycling shorts things. Grant (the handyman) aims some tasteful compliments at Pat and she takes them well. As soon as she heads off we have a kind of meeting. Hes happy with progress hes making with Pat and has just one day left of decorating...hes dragging it out as it is. That afternoon theres a bit of light flirting and I start to see a bit of progress. In the evening I tease her and make it clear Im happy for it to go further than flirting. I remind her of our conversation post holiday when I suggested she take a lover. She is non comittal either way, Day three and it seemed the gloves are off from the start. theyre back into flirting, pretty full on this time. I join in the banter and persuade her to get into her yoga outfit as grant liked it so much the day before. After a little effort from us both she obliges. He again compliments her on her figure and I tell him she feels as good as she looks. That was enough to move things on, she offered him her bum and he cops a feel, letting his hand stay on her cheek. Pat just turned and kissed him. a full on snog. Her back was now facing me and with his free hand he gives me the thumbs up. His hand was soon down inside her pants having a proper feel of her arse. He was really reaching down and from her gasp, he was obviously slipping her a finger or two. Next her top was pulled over her head and he quickly removed her bra before sucking one of her nipples. "Suck as hard as you can" she encouraged him. By now she was clawing at his cock and he removed the white dungaree thing that he was wearing. The cheeky sod was commando and his cock was already at 90 degrees. The "action" then moved from our lounge doorway to the settee, literally right next to me. Grant removed his tee shirt and sat there stark bollock naked as Pat rushed to get naked too sitting astride him allowing him to carry on at her breasts, sucking them hard enough for her to say "easy" a couple of times. She was half wanking him, he had two fingers buried in her fanny, and I even got a bit of life in my cock as it was now out and I slowly played with it. Next Pat sunk to her knees, and worked on his cock. Sucking it and playing with herself (he couldnt reach). As she did so, he said to me, "Can you pop out to my motor and get a couple of condoms from my glovebox." Pat heard and carried on sucking. She was clearly going to fuck him. I Pulled my trousers back up and hurried to get condoms. My main thought was how will they do it because I really wanted to see him enter her. As i came back in the lounge they had changed position, and both looked eagerly at me. Her sitting down, legs open. Him on his knees, cock waiting to be sheathed before fucking her. I handed him the pack and in no time he rolled on a condom before slowly entering her, no more than 3 ft from my face . there will be plenty of guys on here who have seen their wife fucked for the first time and will know just how erotic that moment is. Soon he was standing and fucking down into her, using his weight with each thrust. I wanked and although still not erect I did cum for the first time in a cpl years. Pat wanted it a bit rough, putting his hand on her throat and being pretty verbal. in over 46 years I had never seen her like that. I liked it. Once he had cum, we all say there talking about what had happened, and sex in general. Pat opened up about some of her fantasies, one of which was to have two guys. This was realised within two weeks and I'll add that to swinging heaven another day. An hour or so passed and he fingered Pat to orgasm followed by her sucking his nipples while he wanked, then letting him cum in her mouth. What followed was my first but not my last "salty kiss." With his encouragement we have ventured to the brighton spa (Grant even took Pat on one occasion) and found a naturist swimming club nearby where often on a wednesday we do a bit of skinny dipping . We have even befriended a slightly younger couple and had an evening of touching, kissing, and wanking at our place So, as my heading says, you're never too old. I suspected Pat would be game but it was just a matter of aligning the stars. I would like to try dogging, and Pat hasnt ruled it out. The idea of a complete stranger fucking her in a car park late at night is very appealing