Most men are so sweet and gullible.

I have yet to meet a member of the opposite sex who would refuse to have sex with me. Occasionally, about twice a year, I take risks. I drive to a neighboring town and go to a supermarket. I look for the perfect stranger, walk up to him, introduce myself, and ask him to give me an hour of his time. I immediately follow up with the simple statement “I’d like to have sex with you.”

The reactions vary only in form. All men so far have followed me to a motel. I make it clear from the beginning that I am not a hooker and I only want them to pay for the room. After wild, uninhibited sex (always using condoms), I dismiss them before I take a long, hot bath. Over the years I have learned to target older gentlemen. The leisurely, relaxed pace for foreplay and fucking of men in their fifties and sixties is far superior to the frantic impatience of younger males. Surprising, also, is the wonderful strong libido of these men who are supposed to be past their prime.

I spent a most beautiful afternoon with Frank, 66, who was also the only one I saw more than once and whom I finally introduced to my husband and into our bedroom for threesomes. Dave and I have an open marriage and never deny each other the extracurricular carnal experience.

I saw Frank at the produce counter, squeezing tomatoes. He answered my smile with a big grin. After my introduction and statement of intent, he followed me to the motel. I was dressed for the occasion in black lace garters and panties under my skirt and blouse. I proceeded with a salacious striptease, dropping my skirt, unbuttoning my blouse.

A warm rush of anticipation permeated my body as I freed my breasts and massaged them. Frank helped me unhook my stockings. I bent down to wiggle my ass just inches from his face. He kissed my buttocks, and slowly stripped the hose down my legs. I moistened from the excitement, and between my legs I noticed the wetness through my panties.

I took Frank’s hand and placed it squarely on my sex. He gently rubbed my pussy, and I told him how good it felt. Then he stripped down my panties. His hands now went on a trip to all the most intimate parts of my body. They tenderly traveled up my thighs, to the inside, back over my ass cheeks, up my spine, under my arms, over my shoulders, along my neck behind my ears — I shuddered in delight. His fingertips felt the outline of my face. I turned toward him. His hands wandered to my tits and caressed them ever so gently. My nipples were hard and begged to be touched and he finally leaned down to kiss them. Meanwhile, my arousal had reached a high pitch. I wanted him so much now that I opened his shirt, revealing the mat of gray hair on his chest. I burrowed my head into it and licked his nipples. His trousers came down. So did his shorts. His cannon was loose, but rock hard.

I marvelled at this old young man’s equipment and its readiness. I enjoyed the sight of it, its scent, its touch. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him in the classic sixty-nine. On my knees, my pelvis over his face, he had all my charms to see, and he murmured his appreciation of them.

I slowly deep-throated him while he touched my pussy. My tits dangled to make contact. Oh, how delicious were his tongue and lips. The vibration of his deep moans exquisitely titillated my cunt, and I squealed in the transport of an intense orgasm. Frank knew I was overwhelmed, and he let up in his ministrations so I could recover my senses. He waited until the super-sensitivity between my legs subsided.

It did not take long until I felt raunchy again. I lowered myself onto his pole, guiding it into my pussy with my hands. He looked at me and smiled. I leaned over and kissed him deeply, smelling my juices on his face. I slowly rose and fell, creating the perfect friction between us. He urgently met my movements. Then he held on to me tightly, rolled on top, and commenced some vigorous fucking. Oh, how I loved it. His pubic bone hit my clit powerfully. My climax began to rise, and I told him so. With a loud groan, his body jerked violently. I came and came as he trembled all over and spilled his come into me.

Frank has become a good friend, and we are delighted to have him come to our bedroom. He is sensuously considerate. He is 67 years old now, and his sexual energy and drive are amazing.

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