This is dull compared to many of the tales on here but nevertheless it's true. I'm 70, a widow for nearly ten years, and apart from the occasional bit of fun on organised weekends (saga etc) my life is pretty sexless. My late wife was not really into sex but saw it more of a duty to keep me satisfied. Anyway over the last couple of years, I've started using a gym most mornings. No weightlifting but the treadmill is easy on my knees so I stick to that. I have always chatted to the other users and recently befriended two chaps, both 80 but both lifelong friends. Anyway a few years ago one of these chaps went to live in Thailand and informed me he married a much younger lady. Eventually tiring of the heat he moved back here, bringing his wife and her son with him. As often happens we spoke abut sex and he said she was very good. Time passed but last week he invited me back to his flat for a chat. His wife was there and I was a bit shocked at the age difference... She's in her early 30s. She was dressed plainly and quite boyish. After pleasantaries he told her to give me a special welcome. She just smiled and left the room. We just carried on chatting and I forgot about her. Time passed and then she came back in the room. It was hard to believe it was the same person. Heels, stockings, heavy make up and nothing else. She wasted no time in unzipping my trousers and sucking my hardening cock. Her husband simply kneeled behind her and she was so wet he slid straight in. Within 10 minutes I was cumming down her throat. Soon after her husband was doing the same at the other end. I've bee invited round this weekend and I'm hoping for a repeat performance