I wonder why so many women I talk to have given up on their sex drive after 50 and how they could care less if they ever have sex anymore.
Do you think it might be hormones? I am really interested because I can't imagine someone would willingly give up on something that is normally such a good experience. And knowing how much it might mean to a partner.
So a few nights ago, I get home from work do a quick workout, jump in the shower, then I’m sitting relaxing watching a movie on one of the streaming services. My wife walks in from a mani/pedi day followed by a girl’s day drinking then dinner. She comes in the door looks at me and smiles, and I say whoa somebody had a couple martinis with dinner. She giggled and said yes what else?
She leans down, gives me a kiss and says I’ll be right back. Let’s watch a movie. I say sure whatever you want to watch let me know. She goes into the room changes and returns wearing a T-shirt and nothing else, I say oh I love that Winnie the Pooh look!
She sits beside me, starts rubbing my thigh, her hands graze over my crotch, she whispers in my ear as she’s kissing it. Let’s watch a good movie. Of course I’m not one to deny her that wish.
I find a website and start thumbing through some titles with thumbnails. I tell her you pick what you wanna watch and I will get it on the TV. She is watching me scroll and a particular video jumped out at her. She said this one. The title was extremely rough gang bang with piss and double anal triple vaginal.
I say that sounds like a winner to me,so we snuggle on the couch and I start the video. Several minutes into the video a lady is surrounded by huge hard cocks and they are throat fucking her and she is gagging. And they spin her on a couch and take turns fucking her ass. My wife’s breathing is getting somewhat heavy, and her cheeks are starting to flush.
She reaches over and puts her hand on my semi erect cock, and I say no, not yet we have to watch the movie. Let’s just enjoy the movie and then we’ll worry about playtime. I figure both of us could use a good edging.
She leans away from me and places her leg on mine and spreads her other leg and says please pulse my pussy while we watch this. I slide my hand up her thigh and grab her pussy, and give her slow steady pulses like I described in one of my stories I’ve written previously.
As I’m slowly and lightly squeezing her outer lips, about 10 minutes go by, and she starts to grind into my hand. So I slow the rate of my pulse and decrease the pressure. At this point, it becomes nothing more than a slight tease. She is starting to moan and grinding my hand, harder and faster.
She released a low pitched moan.
He grabbed my hand and pulls it closer and smashes it into her swollen pussy. I feel her erect clit, and say whoa we need to slow down.
At this point, my Cialis is kicking in full blast. As she starts to massage my cock, she said to me OMG it hasn’t been this hard in a long time. I really need it inside me. Please fuck my pussy. I replied, but we still have some movie to watch. We have to wait until the movie is completed. She said to me back no now I need it now. Who am I to argue?
So I rolled over onto my side, I pulled her from a sitting position to a laying position, I spread her legs got between her legs. One of them was over my waist. One of them was between my thighs. It was sort of like a T-bone position. I slowly touched her pussy with my cock head. Her reaction was she humped towards me and I pulled away. I said we need to make this last as long as we can, I love to tease her.
After it felt like 10 minutes I’m sure it was closer to 2 to 3 minutes, I had to get balls deep in her. As I gave her the full insertion, she moaned and said she was cumming, it wasn’t a major orgasm, but it was a slight tremor and just the beginning.
That turned me on so much that it sent me over The Edge. I lost all self-control. I told her I need to cum and she asked me please wait, hold it as long as you can baby.
She reached behind the pillow behind her and got her favorite vibrator out and placed it on her clit. She started gyrating in perfect synchronization with me and we were fucking like we haven’t fucked in quite a long time. I told her please let me come. I can’t hold it any longer. She stopped, and as I pulled out, she spread her pussy lips open as wide as it could go. She said to me, shoot all over my pussy. I wanna feel your cum all over my pussy.
That was all I needed to hear. I stroked my cock and came all over her pussy and inside of her pussy. Her pussy soaked, swollen , and literally pulsing with excitement. She moaned put your dick back inside of me. She finished with the vibrator on her clit. Then she started to moan I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming! I could feel her pussy clenching my semi erect cock. I have never heard her moan like she did at that point. It was an easy, two minute long, super intense orgasm.
She laid their totally exhausted. I ran for a towel and a washcloth and cleaned us both up. After about 10 minutes, I asked her how she was feeling. She said this was the absolute longest, most intense orgasm she has ever had. I guess it was due to the delay in our sexual activity for about three weeks due to work related issues and some health related issues.
I guess sometimes it is definitely worth the wait, like I’ve stated in the past, at our age, it’s definitely quality not quantity
GF and I, both 61, and see friends that no longer have sex due to medical issues etc. We're hoping for a long healthy continued sex life. That being said, I thought about what we haven't tried. And should we make a bucket list?
I know mine are tame compared to some, but we have never video ourselves. I would like to get road head and maybe try pegging.
Just curious, what would be on your list?
66 very single male here. Last week at a large casino food court, older lady early 80's came up to me asking about my foot brace. Fighting kidney and rectal cancer last 5 years, way too long a story to get into here.
In any event, I join her we talk briefly about my brace. She then goes right into being married 2 times and she shifts the conversation about copulation outside of her marriages. Good thing I paid slight attention while reading college literature, so I didn't need to look up definition. I really think she was just lonely. It was like a coffee date 60 min or so, but I had to steer conversation back to family and past work.
I'm still concerned someone will take advantage of her.
Weird but I was flattered. I have her phone number, but it appears it is a land line.
I (20F) recently got involved with a 54M, and honestly, it changed everything for me. I enjoyed the chemistry so much that I’ve realized my "type" is now men in their 60s. There’s just something about the maturity and confidence that guys my age don’t have. Just wanted to share because this is all very new to me!
I'm a 43m, and I've been talking with a 63f for about four months now. From the day I met her, we communicate daily with each other. We stay on the phone for hours and we spend a lot of time together when I'm home from work. She will fight with me at times, telling me she's done, talking to me, and block me on her phone. She will call back the next day like nothing happened. Also, at times, she will think about me and buy me stuff. She will tell me she hates herself that she does that but still does it afterward. I recently told her I fell for her and that I had never felt this strong for a woman before. She told me that she doesn't have feelings for me and doesn't want anything to do with me. I just dont get it. We have an amazing time together, and we laugh on the phone with each other. Its like we cant stay away from each other. She knows I want her sexually and she will tease me at times. But then pull it all back. We'll recently i had a 45f who truly adores me that wants to get to know me and I would love to get to know her more but my feelings for the 63f are so strong that im hooked.
I feel like I am looking for a needle in a hay stack on Reddit, but hey, you have to try and that is why this sub exists. Background, like you I remember going to high school dances in Spring of 1985 when Tears for Fears was moving up the charts to number 1 with Everybody Wants to Rule the World, only to wake up the next morning bummed to the sound of Sting singing "If you Love someone set them free," and knowing that my high school crush said "let's be friends." If you have similar memories, I'd like to chat. I'M 59, don't feel it all these years later, and would like to chat with a woman who remembers the teenage angst of the time. Now older and married, but not old, with 4 kids and 26 years plus of marriage, I feel like I am more similar to Rush's 1987 song, Time Stand Still. If you want to know about me, I hide none of my posts or comments, I am what I am so please read my posts: I don't write for acceptance and am not a phony. About me: Professional, conversational, low to no maintenance. Salt and pepper hair, daily exercise. Thanks for reading.
When we got married my wife told me she always wanted to be my girlfriend as well but now she says “Sex Goddess” is more appropriate! I couldn’t agree more. When I read her this post before posting it she said I am bragging a bit. Maybe so but ain’t life grand? Anybody else have this experience?
She lies in the tub and flirts with pervs on social media. I scroll Reddit and other apps edgin a bit. Quick dip in the tub after her and we have a great fuck in bed while porn is playing, I watch some , she loves the sound, especially men coming [62 and 61]
Who else finds themselves aroused at gym? It's not only the much appreciated yoga tights and sports bras, but the rush of blood, nerves, chemistry to muscles when lifting heavy.
My solution to encumbrance in heavy at least for me, squats is to lift commando.
Last year I had a pacemaker implanted in my chest and in a month I lost 50 pounds, mostly fluids and had erections I could beat a snare drum with. I have to take medications and maintain a low sodium diet but everything else my doctors said was OK including sex, lifting weights (after a month) and drinking adult beverages.
Last week I spent a week at Hedonism II resort in Jamaica for my 65th birthday. Loved it. Had a lot of fun. Drank adult beverages and had some good food, but none of it was low sodium. About 3 days in, I couldn't maintain an erection even with Viagra. I figured it was the salt in the food so I doubled up on my diuretics and added potassium and magnesium supplements. It somewhat worked and I was able to enjoy the rest of the week. I came home this past weekend and resumed my low sodium diet and the next day woke up with an erection like before. Anybody else run into this problem?
Just googled sodium and erections and yes, sodium raises blood pressure and impairs erections.
My good friend, we'll call him Brian, have been friends since high school. Have been on many fishing and camping trips together, once we got married our wives became good friends and we've raised our families together. We've always talked openly about everything including our sex lives with our wives. Our last couple drinking sessions he has mad some off the wall comments about my "nice ass" or something about a "brojob". We're in our mid sixties and I never thought our friendship would ever look like it was heading down this road, to be honest, it's starting to kinda excite me.
I met a woman on here a few weeks back and I just asked her if she'd ever had phone sex or anything like that and that I had once with a friend and while it was pleasurable it also wasn't appropriate for our friendship. Anyway, I asked this anonymous woman if she would like to try that just chatting on here. She told me sure why not? And I began to get descriptive I realilzed I have a knack or talent for turning women on verbally on a device and that there are so many mediums to do that on. Zoom, FB, texting, What's app, and on and on. So, if anyone is interested, I would be happy to introduce you to telesex and give it my best efforts to help you have an enjoyable time. I really enjoy giving more than receiving anyway!
We’ve had five months of very reduced activity and I, M66, was the responsible party.
In my defence it was medically induced and my wife, F61, maintained her post manicure HJs and occasionally coaxed some life into my appendage so that she, aided by one of our quite powerful bullet vibes, could have a ‘successful ride’.
However even this sexual life support came to an end post surgery.
While the surgery had the issue resolved immediately there was to be a period of fragility for me as I healed from the procedure.
On discharge we retreated to our house at a nudist venue where the oft spoken axiom that nudity isn’t inherently sexual was once again proven.
My wife was absolutely fantastic in her support of me during this period of recovery, a task made more difficult for her as I was in no real pain, raising the very real risk that I may do something stupid and regress the situation.
So four weeks post surgery, and considerably less fragile, we had a day of appointments with my wife ensuring that we racked up some serious K’s of walking between them. Basically following doctors orders.
She had been wearing tight leggings all day and the optics of this gave rise to an idea for an activity that evening.
We returned home, had a bite to eat and a cup of tea as we watched the news. I then suggested that she should go lay on our bed and I’d massage her feet and legs after all the walking she’d done.
Never being one to pass on a laying on of hands she was in there in an instant.
She laid there and as I came in raised her legs, I sat on the bed facing her with my legs spread either side of her. She then lowered her legs resting one on each of mine before sliding down to a more horizontal position.
There were a few false starts, messages, barking dogs and so on but soon things calmed down and she laid there hands resting by her side, eyes closed with her body illuminated by the dim light coming through the bedroom window.
I lifted her right leg up and rested it on my shoulder and started massaging it. I pushed it up at the knee so I could hold her foot in my hands using my thumbs to massage the arch of her foot before kissing it and returning it to my shoulder and continuing to work on her leg.
After what was probably ten minutes of this I lowered her leg back down and raised her left leg and applied similar treatment.
I then went to massaging her thighs running my hands up from her knees to her hips and down again with my thumbs running along her inner thighs.
Now my intention was to provide my wife with relaxation, and it remained so, but imagine if you will the view in front of me. My wife layed there with her legs spread wide, with her body illuminated by the soft light coming through our bedroom window.
While this view hadn’t changed my intention I couldn’t say the same for my cock which had become very interested in the evenings proceedings.
I’ve never been one to believe that an erection always had to be ‘dealt with’, though my wife may well subscribe to a different school of thought on that subject, so I continued repeating the order of massaging I’d used earlier.
Though honestly I was struggling to suppress the desire to bury my face into her bare pussy positioned so tantalisingly close between her wide spread thighs.
On the third pass she squirmed her way closer to me obviously she’d noticed how hard I’d gotten, though in hindsight I think she’d may have noticed a lot earlier and was just enjoying the moment.
She reached down and grabbed my cock then proceeded to run the head up and down along the length of her pussy while simultaneously trying to squirm down closer.
This was a very un-subtle hint as to what she wanted next. Which set off alarm bells for me.
It had been many weeks since I’d last fired a shot in anger, or even in practice, so I had no idea just how long I would last and her using my cock the way she was did little to allay my fears.
Well, she wants it so it’s on her and so was I a few moments later.
As I slid in she gave off a low hum of approval.
I started moving slowly, hoping to stave off the inevitable, with my head buried into her neck. In between soft moans I whispered to her how much I’d missed this and how good it felt to be back in her warm, moist and tight pussy.
For her part she didn’t speak a word but the sounds she made and the way she worked her body told me just how much she’d been missing this as well.
I came up onto my elbows sliding my forearms up and under her shoulders. She knew what this meant and instinctively raised her arms to allow me to grab her wrists.
In this position eye contact is unavoidable and intimate. We can see what the other is experiencing from their facial expressions and their breathing.
I maintained and enjoyed my slow deliberate moving watching for the occasional lip biting by my wife as her breathing quickened. I could have blissfully continued like this but I knew she’d soon be wanting more and a few moments later she breathlessly exclaimed “Fuck me bubby fuck me harder!”, a phrase I’ve heard many, many times over our years together.
I know what's expected of me at that point and I immediately pick up the pace and energy while she picks up on the vocals which vary between loud moans and the occasional cry of harder! This didn’t last long but not as I assumed because I wasn’t going to last. Sure I got close, but before I finished she tensed up, arching her back while squeezing her thighs together as tight as she could.
This was accompanied by what I can only describe as a high pitch squeal mixed with her gasping for breath before collapsing back down and pleading for me to stop.
I released my grip on her wrists and as her breathing began to slow I kissed her and started to move in her very slowly.
Clearly this was too soon as she grabbed my arse cheeks and pulled me toward her before deciding that wasn’t what she needed and started to push me away.
I rolled off and out of her and just laid beside her listening to her breath.
It wasn’t long before I felt her hand move across and land on my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a squeeze and started to slowly stroke it as she apologised that she hadn’t let me finish. I reassured her that I had no issue with the situation and remarked that she seemed to really enjoy it.
She responded by saying that she reallllyyyyy enjoyed it and observed that I was, as she put it, “still nice and hard” which was reinforced by gripping as hard as she could on my cock.
I recognised this was the ideal situation for one of my oft used movie quotes “Thank you for noticing General”, bonus points if you know the movie.
She continued slowly stroking me as she laid there otherwise motionless. I could not work out whether her lackluster effort was due to fatigue or as a method to keep me at a high idle for use later but I was determined to find out.
“Are you after some more?” I asked. My inquiry produced a resounding reply of “I’m not sure.”. Well with that much clarity my only option was to dive back in. I rolled back over telling her “Well, let's find out shall we?” as I slid myself back into her.
The gasp that escaped her lips as I slid in suggested that she may well have not been quite ready for round two. I, on the other hand, was very ready. I moved slowly for a few thrusts to give her some comfort and even the chance to back out if that was what she wanted. With no red lights offered up I positioned my hands on her shoulders, pinning her down, and increased the speed and force of my thrusting.
Almost immediately she started vocalising. I couldn’t quite workout whether it was a result of pleasure, pain or simple sensory overload. But I did get one piece of positive feedback as she started to thrust up to meet my downward motion.
This continued for around a minute which honestly was longer than I figured I'd last.
I’m not sure if others have what could be described as a ‘signature move’ but my wife was about to employ hers. She thrust up to meet my thrust and stayed there. She grabbed my arse cheeks and pulled me towards her telling me “Push down on me bubby.”.
What happens then is I put as much of my body weight on her mound. I’m basically supported by my arms on her shoulders and most of the rest of my weight supported by her mound. My cock at this point is as deep as it can get in missionary and she pulls her thighs together as hard as she can.
Even with all my weight trying to hold her down she still tries to thrust up which doesn’t result in much movement but the flexing of her muscles drives me over the edge and I lose any semblance of control over when I come it happens ready or not.
As the last of my come leaves me I feel her start to tremble before letting out a loud guttural moan before collapsing onto the bed still keeping her thighs tight.
Moments later I collapsed on top of her, we were both spent, her thighs relaxed and we just laid there catching our breath and reveling in the relaxed quiet we now shared.
Inevitably my cock started to shrink back down and retreated from her pussy meaning that fluids needed to be addressed. My wife grabbed a towel from the floor next to our bed, I suspect she perceived a possible need for it earlier. We each took an end and cleaned ourselves as best as we could manage given our exhausted state before sliding back down.
We spoke and kissed for a short while but we weren’t going to be able to manage that for very long at all. My wife suggested I should roll over and she’d cuddle into me from behind. With that we drifted off to sleep.
The post came review, conducted the following morning over our first coffee of the day, unanimously awarded the win to my wife two O’s to one though I’m not sure that necessarily means I lost.
It was a great way to get ‘back in the saddle’.