Grandpa cums good

Two years ago my wife died. Then two of our friends used to invite me over for a meal each week. I enjoyed the company and they had been friends of ours for many years. One day one of the guys asked me if I was missing the sex I had with my wife as we all knew despite our age we were still sexually active and my wife was very proud of the fact she could still enjoy an orgasm.

I said I was however I had from time to time visited a brothel to be ‘serviced’ as I put it.

He was very interested and asked me would I mind if the next time I was going could he come.

We laughed about it and said its your money – so long as you don’t want the same girl I have each time it was fine by me. I explained I had a Japanese girl who ‘serviced’ me and we had fantastic times together and when I left I was walking on a cloud. I had shifted a lot of dirty water in the process and enjoyed the sensation of having a young smooth soft skin against me and she allowed me to do things with her I had not ever achieved with my wife.

For a few months we both visited this place at least once a month and sometimes twice. It was a secret between us as neither of us wanted it known we used young and attractive prostitutes and behaved like 20 year olds – for an hour or so.

Then he had a heart attack and died. I really missed him. His wife continued to invite me over for a meal as did another couple and the four of us often had a pleasant evening. I maintained my visits to my Japanese sweetheart.

Not long after that the husband of the other couple had a stroke and died.

The dinners continued with me as the sole male. One evening they began to talk about their sex lives with their husbands and surprised me by telling me that my wife had confided in them about the life we led in the bedroom. One of them seemed to be teasing me a bit and when the evening was over she asked me if I wouldn’t mind walking her back to her place as it was only a street away from my place and I didn’t hesitate.

When we got to her place she invited me in for a cup of tea – I went as it was not that late.

Once we had the tea she began to revisit our earlier conversation and told me how much she missed her husband and that she had been tempted, but not yet succumbed, to the temptation to seek a ‘Toy boy’ and engage in sex with him to ease her frustrations and asked me if I knew of where she could avail herself of the services of a young man to satisfy her needs. She then added she knew I had visited a brothel with her husband as she had noticed a distinct difference in him after we had been having our mens days out as she called them. Do they have young men that could provide what she sought.

I was a little taken back that she was aware of my visits but then opened up and told her of our visits and the girls that provided the ‘relief’ for us. I saw no point in denying it.

As I was about to leave I bent to kiss her on the cheek and she said as I kissed her ‘ would you go to bed with me’.

I was really taken back and said it wouldn’t be right.

She said why – neither of us has a partner and we both desire sex obviously and that she was offereing herself to me and would be embarrassed and very disappointed if I refused her.
We went back into the lounge and we talked bout what she had suggested for about 1 quarter of an hour and I could see she was serious and I really didn’t have any reasons not to so I said I would.

We went to her bedroom and we engaged in sex – it wasn’t a romantic occasion we both undressed and we had missionary sex and I managed to keep it going until she orgasmed.