Almost a Virgin

I’m 64 years old, retired for the past two years living in central Florida and loving the good life. A great wife and a nice house and great neighbors. Golf two or three times a week and loving all I have. In reasonable health and my Urologist says I'[m a bit unusual in that I still want and can have sex two to three times a week. I am far from a hansome man and never was but have a good social personality and can talk to people which was one reason I was a very good salesman. My only special tribute that in spite of being probably 25# overweight (working on it without success) is I was blessed with a rather large cock. Ive known this from a very early age as a teen when at 12 or so, the gang and I would sometimes have circle jerks and I was able to cum by that age and even then, sported an 8″ cock which blew away my buddies back then. I didn’t add much more over the years but have an honest 8.75″ using a hard ruler on the top and have just short of 7″ in circumfrence. No, certainly not the biggest cock by far but far bigger then most for sure. Enough about me though and now my story which happened just last week.

My wife flew back to our past home area in the upper midwest to be with her aging mother who still lives alone but was having some relatively minor surgery. She would be gone three weeks. My first week alone was really uneventful. I am a good cook but seemed to get invited to neighbors most every night. On Friday, a neighbor couple suggested we go out to dinner at a very nice place. It was Margie’s birthday and I readily agreed. Next to them lived Penny, a widow of just four months. Penny is 71 years young and I say young as she is very active physically but she and her late husband rarely went out. Kind of a surprise but Penny agreet to join us for dinner. We would leave at 5:30 and the reservations were for 6:30.

Two hours before we were to leave, I got a call from Marge. Henry was sick. Stomach and intestinal problems sprang up and in spite of really wanting to go, it was not in his best interest for sure. As Penny was really excited by now to go, I called her and suggested just the two of us go. After all, it was only dinner. She agreed and as there was only the two of us, I took my Porsche Boxster and dropped the top. It was a beautiful early evening.

Dinner was great. Food is always excellent in this place and the view of the water was spectacular as we watched people with REAL money on yachts. Penny and her late husband Bob were not outgoing people at all and it was a big surprise to experience how much Penny talked about so much. Like a dam burst at last and she just wanted to talk. And I was there to listen. In all honesty, I was so very glad to do just that. I heard basically her whole life’s history in a capsule form. While financially quite successful, they did very little with their lives that anybody could call exciting. Bob was just not that kind of guy. Excitement was taking a boat ride or going to the show and see a movie.

With the excellent dinner came the wine I ordered. Just a glass each but Penny seemed to inhale her glass so I ordered a bottle. Being a gentleman, I kept her glass half full all the time. As sunset was descending, it was time to leave at last. We were both really upbeat and happy with lots of laughter by now, helped by the wine in her I suspect. Top down and the back roads home at a leisurely pace only increased our good mood. A mile from home, I asked Penny if she could join me in another nightcap as I had some good wine chilled and without hesitation, she agreed. We were just in a happy mood.

I pulled the car directly into the garage and shut the door even though it was dark out by now. And while Penny found the bathroom, I opened a bottle of white wine similar to what we were drinking. OK, I will admit, I am a man, wife gone a week and well, I’m thiniking “maybe?” Into my bathoom and before leaving, I took 100 mg.