Older couple. Half true – then half what I hope for.

The first half is what happened. The second half is what could be in the future.

I debated about posting this, but here it is.
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About a year ago my wife got sick and had to have a operation. It resulted in her having to have an ostomy bag for the rest of her life. After the operation, she went to a rehab facility where they cared for her and worked with her to get her back on her feet. I don’t know if it was pain or mental, but they could not get her back on her feet. The operation had healed property but she was not getting better.

After more than 90 days, they called me for a meeting and told me that they did not expect her to recover and could not help her any more. They went over the options. We talked about her going to another facility or going home for the remainder of her time. There was no telling how long that would be. I talked to my wife and she very much wanted to be home with me, so that is what we did. I never told her that they expected her life to be ending, fairly soon. They referred to it as in-home hospice. With the help of visiting nurses and care help, she was able to remain home.

She had a hospital bed and I kept my bed next to it. We used one upper sheet to cover both of us, so we could still hold hands and cuddle. They taught me how to empty the bags and help care for her. I tried working with her to get her out of bed, but she was not able to do it. She had a catheter bag to collect her urine, rather than changing a diaper several times a day without her being able to roll to help, so that meant intercourse was not possible. A few times, I used my fingers to rub her to a happy ending and a couple times she gave me oral sex to take care of my needs, but as she deteriorated, even that stopped.

She lost her battle two months ago.
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Many, many years ago, we met on a blind date in college. We hit it off. After a few dates, we had sex for the first time. She was a virgin. I was not, but had only done it with a few girls. I had tried for more than that. We were married less than a year after we met and very happy together. We enjoyed good and frequent sex. I still had the desire to have sex with other women. After about three years, I talked her into trying swinging. She finally agreed and we did it on a limited basis for a little over a year. Then she said that she was not really enjoying it and wanted to stop. She said she was OK with me still being with others. She was worried about three things: me finding someone I wanted more than her, me bringing home a disease and me spending money on other women. We did not have a lot of it. I continued ‘dating’, but not frequently. Now it had been about five years from when I had last done it with anyone but her. And now, it was a year with no sex. She passed two months ago.
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That is the end of the true part.

People have told me that it will help to talk about my wife and our life, But, I doubt I could talk about this part of our life with anyone who knows me.
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We had lived in a 55+ apartment complex for two years and had met a few or out neighbors. It was now more than three months after my wife’s passing. People were still saying how sorry they were and some brought me food and other things. My daughter had helped me get thru all of this.

One day Laura, one of my neighbors asked me if I would give her a ride to an appointment. She did not have a car. I had talked with her several times and she had visited me and my wife, before my wife got sick. I said sure and took her to her appointment. We started seeing each other more often and chatting. Then I asked her out to dinner. She agreed. After our third ‘date’, we returned to the apartment complex. She lived at the back of the buildings, so I drove around to her section. Before we got out, Laura leaned over and kissed me. It was not a little peck, nor was it a long passionate kiss. While we were kissing, her hand came to rest on my package.

I walked her to her apartment and she asked, “Would you like to come in for a bit?” My mind was thinking about what might happen. I said sure. We went in. I sat on the couch and Laura got us each a glass of wine. She sat next to me and we drank it.

I told her that I was thinking that it was time to start getting back to a more normal life, even though I would always miss and love my wife. She said that she agreed. So I asked her, “Would you like to show me the rest of your apartment? I wonder if your bedroom is the same as mine.” Laura took my hand and we walked straight to the bedroom.

Laura was several years younger than me and still a very attractive woman, She was slim and had nice sized breasts. I never saw her wearing a bra, and they looked to still have a pretty good shape. We sat in the side of the bed and kissed again. This was a much longer kiss. Then I gently pushed her and we both lay back on the bed. We rolled to each other and started making out like teens. I soon had her top off and was kissing her breasts. She had large nipples and I started sucking one and then the other. They hardened and she moaned. Her hand was unzipping my pants.

We were both naked now and she was stroking my manhood. It was starting to respond. I laughed and said, “It’s been over a year. I hope I remember how.” Laura laughed and replied that we would soon find out. She changed positions and took me in her mouth. I quickly hardened as she slid her lips up and down on my six and a half inch shaft. I felt my cockhead touch the back of her mouth, but she did not gag.

Laura pushed me onto my back. She lifted one leg over me, held my cock upright and slid her wet pussy down over it. She was still snug but not tight. You would not expect a woman of her age to be tight like a virgin. She put her hands on my chest and started slowly riding me. It was wonderful. I really missed having my cock in a woman.

I pulled her down and rolled us over, so I was on top. I started picking up the speed and force of our fucking. My pubic bone was pounding against her clit each time I thrust into her. She responded as I had hoped that she would. First she started moaning. Then she was lifting her hips to match my thrusts. Then she came, and she came good. Her head rolled back and forth. She gripped the sheets. She moaned, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Yesssss!” Her pussy flushed girl cum. I came next and collapsed next to her. We both laid there, breathing hard. Laura rolled toward me, “See, you didn’t forget how. That was great.” She kissed me and then slid down, took me in her mouth and sucked me clean. She kept doing it for several minutes, but my limp cock did not respond.

“I guess I’m not as young as I once was. Looks like it is ‘one and done’ these days.” She looked a little disappointed, so I shifted position and put my face between her legs. I ate her out till she had another orgasm. It wasn’t a big one, but she enjoyed it and thanked me. I tasted my cum as it drained from her. There was only a little. I no longer produce that volume that I once did. I never objected to licking a cunt that was already full of my cum. I had only eaten another man’s cum from my wife’s cunt, one time. I did not mind that she had just been fucked by another guy, but the thought of what I was doing turned me off. Now, there was only a little. I did not produce that volume that I once did.

We got up and sat naked on the couch with another glass of wine. We kissed and played with each other’s fun parts as we drank it. I asked her about her life. She said that she had never married, because she chose not to. She giggled, “I may have broken up a couple of them. I’ve probably had more sex than most women. I was a real party girl when I was younger.” I did not get hard again so we gave up. I got dressed and went back to my apartment. As I was getting into bed, my cell phone dinged. It was a message from Laura. “That was enjoyable, but next time I am not going to give up till we have seconds. Kisses.”
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