When I married Marge, I had no illusions. I am more than twice her age.

She married me for the lifestyle I could give her, and I married her because she’s a first-class beauty. But we do have an exciting sex life together. It’s just not what everyone might call their cup of tea.

On certain nights, usually once a week, Marge gets dressed to the nines and goes out clubbing. I sit at home and watch some TV, read a good book. Sooner or later I will get a text that tells me to get ready. I walk into our bedroom, where there is a large walk-in closet. Inside is a nice comfy chair that reclines slightly. I sit down, wearing only a robe, which is unsashed to allow me full access to my cock. The door has a mirror on it, which looks to the world like a run-of-the-mill floor-length mirror. But in reality is a... Read More