Hi again,especially to all those who left such encouraging comments on my previous posts,well I had to show my little stories to my hubby in the end,I couldn't resist it,though really I was hoping he'd post something himself.Well what do you know George is with me this afternoon and he's agreed to tell his side of things,so here goes. Hello there everyone,well what can I say about my naughty young wife and her strange desire to write all kinds of funny things on the internet? (tut tut). I suppose it's an outlet of sorts,things can be said that Gayle perhaps wouldn't talk about with her friends maybe. Well true enough,I am a widower in my late sixties,and it's true that I first contacted Gayle after I saw her profile on a dating website,there was something so appealing about her,not just her pictures that were quite lovely,but her whole description of herself,and her interests. Well I never expected a reply really,an utterly gorgeous young lady in her thirties would probably get snapped up by some hunky bloke of her own age thought I,but on the other hand what on earth was there to lose? I think Gayle mentioned her profile pics in one of her posts,there were four of them if I recall correctly,one of her with her dark hair worn short and in a pony tail that showed her pretty face and lovely smile to perfection,another one of her at a party,maybe a little tipsy,in a nice blue dress,in fact I think there were two from the same set (Gayle just told me),while the other one was a holiday snap of Gayle on holiday standing outside her hotel in a little summer frock that left little to the imagination with regards to the size of her lovely big breasts. Well we did eventually meet,and for a long time we were just good friends,almost six months in fact,I was not sure if Gayle wanted the same thing at all,or even if she saw other men in that time. Well I now believe that she did not,it was plain to me that Gayle was a good girl who had been badly let down by men in the past,and that she genuinely enjoyed my companionship,if we were to be more intimate then I knew I would have to wait until the time was right for Gayle. And even if that time did not come we had become good friends anyway,it gave me something to do,taking Gayle and her boys here and there,I never for one moment thought that I was being taken advantage of. There were a few times though that I had to take matters in hand myself at home,I mean to say that more than one time Gayle gave me a monumental hard on,I don't know if it was intentional though,one time I had taken Gayle to Asda shopping,she had worn a pair of leggings and I couldn't keep my eyes off of that lovely bum all afternoon. With time I would sometimes put my arm around Gayle while we were out and give her a friendly cuddle,emboldened by the fact that the shy young lady did not respond badly this became more frequent,even at her home, where she would often rest her head on my chest and snuggle up closely.We would talk for ages like this,I'm a good listener,and at my age I've seen enough of the world to give good advice on any number of subjects,been there,done it,bought the t shirt,is the expression they use nowadays isn't it? It was on one such evening that Gayle wearing a pretty,light pink pair of silky pyjamas (Gayle says she never used to do this to tease me,and I believe her,she really is that sweet and innocent in her ways),snuggled up as I sat beside her on the big sofa,she looked so adorable with her dark hair up in a bun,so relaxed,so yielding,her boys were away that weekend,and I thought to myself that perhaps this might be the time. Gayle was sleepy and very comfortably curled up beside me,I looked down her small shoulder,down her sides and along the curve of her hip,at her delightful arse as it filled out the stretched seat of her pjs and the knickers beneath. I was soon tentatively touching and stroking her lovely rear end,Gayle did not object and just moaned gently,and seemed to push it out a little more,I was then feeling her cheeks more boldly and tickling her arse crack with my finger all the way down to the lips of her sex,then back up again. We embraced and kissed very softly,and I made it my business to unleash those magnificent big g cup breasts that had tormented my thoughts for months.They were worth waiting for I assure you. It was in the bedroom that I realised that Gayle was to some degree inexperienced,that is to say she had never had a man make love to her in the way that she most certainly deserved.I sought to resolve that matter that night,gently introducing her to my admittedly rather big penis. Gayle was a quick learner,later that evening she sat astride me and moved her tight,juicy little pussy up and down on my aching shaft,taking in as much as she felt comfortable with. The next night Gayle even sucked it for me while I gave her neatly thatched little cunny a good tongue lashing,paying special attention to her clit,and sometimes putting my tongue up her bum and rimming her little arsehole,making her jump. It took a fair bit of patience and persuasion (and a weekend away at a nice hotel)before Gayle surrendered her arsehole to me though. Now she fully understands how this delightful activity can be part of a loving and caring relationship when done with care. It is something that I have always been very fond of,and I am lucky to have found a caring,sharing young woman who can handle this little vice of mine,Gayle has a wonderfully tight anus and back passage that accommodates my lecherous, old cock delightfully,though slightly reluctant,Gayle is always philosophical about it,there is after all much give and take in relationships,and Gayle knows as she gets into position and I lift her nightie,that there is nothing I would not do for her. I am looking at Gayle now,she has come back in to the room and is looking over my shoulder smiling sweetly. George