I’m a single man in my early 60s. Five years ago my wife divorced me, and I found myself without a woman for the first time since my 20s.

For someone who enjoys sex as much as I do, this was a serious problem.

A friend suggested that I try one of the popular online matchmaking sites. I did, and it opened up a new world to me, but it was a strange world. While I had many dates, which was good, most of the actual experiences were bad. It’s amazing how people misrepresent themselves online! I swear, most of the women I met must have posted pictures that were ten years old, if not older — that is, if the pictures were even of them!

I was on the verge of giving up when I received a message from a woman named Loretta, who lived several hours south of me, at the seashore. She said she was a recent widow in her late 50s, looking for a best friend and lover. Judging from her pictures, she wasn’t striking or glamorous, but she seemed very friendly and warm. We shared some of the same interests, including gourmet food, cooking and good wine.

We e-mailed back and forth for a while, then graduated to talking on the phone. After a while we were flirting and making sexual innuendos.

Loretta intrigued me, and I wanted to meet her. We finally set a date for me to drive down and take her to dinner. Since I knew we would be doing some drinking that evening, I made a reservation at a motel in the area so I wouldn’t have to make the long drive home.

I arrived on time at Loretta’s lovely home facing the ocean. When she opened the door, I saw that she wasn’t beautiful but had a very pleasant face, which her photos hadn’t done justice to. She was about five feet five, generously built, with light gray eyes and medium-length blonde hair. I guessed her bra size to be about 36C, and her curvy ass looked like it was meant to be held onto. We did the usual nice-to-finally-meet-you hug, but it lasted several extra beats. I inhaled an alluring perfume, which produced an immediate throb in my groin. She hugged me more tightly, and when I buzzed her cheek with a light kiss, she did the same to my neck.

Loretta took me into her living room, and we sat on her couch getting to know one another while sharing a bottle of wine. (I had brought the wine, along with a bouquet of flowers.) She was wearing a tailored navy blazer over a frilly blouse and a neat gray skirt, with pretty gold earrings. She gave me a tour of her beautiful home, which she had decorated herself, and then we went to dinner.

Loretta was a dream. We had a wonderful intimate dinner, sipping wine and occasionally touching hands. I had a feeling that I was going to get lucky that night, so I discreetly popped one of those wonderful blue pills to ensure that I could measure up to whatever might happen later.

Back at Loretta’s house we lit a fire and shucked off our shoes. Loretta put on some soft music, then leaned close to me on the couch, and we spoke softly into each other’s ear. After a while I started to caress her thigh, and she leaned closer and put her hand on my lap. My cock started to grow. I turned to look at her in the firelight, and we tasted each other’s lips. Soon our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined. While we continued kissing deeply, I felt her hand rubbing my growing erection. I caressed her breasts, which felt firm and hard.

Loretta was moaning softly. When we broke the kiss, she took my face in her hands and murmured, “You’re not going to stay in any motel tonight.”

We went to her bedroom. Loretta turned on a low light, and I undressed her slowly and laid her down on the bed. She was exquisite! Her breasts were indeed still firm, with lovely stiff nipples surrounded by large pink areolae. Her trimmed bush was blonde — so her hair color was natural!

We lay alongside one another naked, kissing, exploring and caressing each other. I sucked her nipples and fondled each tit. She started to whimper and again moan softly. I was hard as a rock.

I had to go down and taste her gate to heaven. I gently pulled her to the edge of the bed, then knelt on the floor and rested her legs over my shoulders. The intoxicating aroma from her cunt made my cock even harder.

I slowly nibbled and licked each of her inner thighs until my nose was in her soft cunt hair. I raised my hands to her pussy lips and spread them with my thumbs so I could put my eager tongue to work. I licked up and down her vulva, then worked my tongue into her cunt and fucked her with it. Her juices started to flow, and I had never tasted a sweeter pussy — to me it was the nectar of the gods.

I worked my tongue up to Loretta’s protruding clit and circled it first, then started flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I took her clit in my lips and sucked on it gently, humming a bit. She moaned louder and started to shake on the bed. I wet my thumb and forefinger, then tickled her asshole with my fingertip before pushing it in up to the first knuckle. While still sucking and licking her clit, I inserted my whole thumb in her smoldering pussy. My God, the woman was on fire!

I started fucking this sweet, sexy woman with my thumb and finger, and her cunt muscles took on a life of their own. Her pelvis bucked against my face, and her cunt was like a vacuum cleaner, sucking my thumb in and grasping it so hard that I had difficulty fucking her with it. She was shrieking incoherently now, and her long, sexy legs were bouncing off my shoulders. Her ass was pumping so hard, the bed was shaking! Finally she shouted, “I’m coming!” As she bucked and thrust and groaned and spasmed, I removed my thumb and quickly replaced it with my tongue. She rewarded me with a delicious spray. I swallowed all I could get and licked her pussy clean.

We rested a bit then, caressing each other, until Loretta calmed down. In my head I was more than ready for round two, but my cock was only half hard. I asked Loretta to suck on it a little to get it up. Without hesitation she got between my legs and started licking and flicking my rod from base to tip, but she had trouble getting more than a couple of inches in her delicate mouth. Instead, she deftly and enthusiastically tongued up and down the underside of my shaft, and soon I was totally hard again.

But when I started to fuck Loretta, she also had difficultly accommodating my hard-on in her tight pussy, which frustrated her as much as it did me. She looked up at me with glazed eyes, moaning, “I need dick! Oh, I need your dick! For Christ’s sake, shove that big fucking dick in me now!”

Oh Loretta, I thought, you are one wonderful sexy slut! It was only our first date, and I was already enamored. I stood up and pulled her by those beautiful long legs to the edge of the bed, so her ass was just at the edge. Grasping her ankles, I lifted her legs and spread them to a vee, then hooked them over my shoulders. In this position I was able to insert my hard dick, inch by gradual inch, in her clutching pussy, tight as it was.

Holding her knees with both hands, I stared to pump her slowly. I worked my dick all the way in her, then pulled it almost all the way out. After I did this several times it became easier, and we got a tempo going with Loretta fucking me back. Her pussy again seemed to have a mind of its own! Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head, and she was moaning loudly — she seemed to be on another planet! Her cunt muscles throbbed and pulled at me, working my dick like crazy. I wet my thumb and reached around her leg to rub her clit.

As she began rising inexorably to orgasm, my fuck stick was on fire, but somehow I managed to hold off coming. I pushed her knees back to her chest and really let her have it, jackhammering her wildly, with my balls banging against her asshole.

Soon I felt her cunt squeezing my cock like a vise. She was babbling and thrashing so wildly on the bed that I was afraid she was going to have a seizure. I let go of her legs and lay down on top of her, taking hold of her wrists and pinning her arms above her head. Her back arched and she exploded, screaming obscenities and thrusting her body up about a foot off the mattress — with such strength that she threw me out of the saddle!

It was after midnight now, and we were resting side by side on the bed. Incredibly — to me! — after all those hours of passionate lovemaking, I still hadn’t come! We held one another affectionately until we both fell into a deep sleep.

As the sun rose in the morning, I awoke gradually to find that I was lying spoon-fashion with my arm around Loretta’s waist. Her ass was in my groin, and I had a morning boner nestled between her legs against her warm pussy. Still half asleep, I started to slide slowly back and forth against her soft, smooth thighs. After a minute I felt her stir. Her legs opened slightly, allowing my dickhead to glide between them. A moment later her hand moved down to massage my dick. I reached down and inserted a finger in her pussy, which was already moist, so I inserted another finger, opening her up.

She started to hump my fingers, rocking her ass back and forth on my hand. I adjusted to a better position and slipped my cock in that very wet hole. Holding my free hand on her hip, I pulled her back toward me, thrusting as deeply as I could. She began slamming into me, her ass rocking back and forth, her cunt muscles squeezing me. I slid my hand around her body and fondled her breast and nipple.

By now we were fucking the daylights out of each other like a well-oiled machine, both of us moaning loudly. When I felt myself at the point of no return, I groaned loudly that I was going to come. Loretta just fucked me faster, squeezing her pussy even harder! I came like a rocket, launching spurt after spurt of come in her. I saw stars as she came too, her pussy practically ripping my dick off. Afterwards she licked me clean.

Damn, what a great way to start the day! This heaven-sent lady had me hook, line and sinker.

After breakfast we went for a long walk along the beach. When we got back to her house, Loretta introduced me to her outdoor shower. We stripped and soaped each other up under the warm water, paying lots of attention to each other’s ass and to my cock and her cunt. I was soon hard, and she went down on me, sucking relentlessly with the water cascading over us.

I turned her around, and she bent over and put her hands on the shower bench, with her ass and pussy high in the air. I licked her sweet brown rosebud and inserted my tongue as far as I could. She squealed, then bit down on a towel to keep from shouting. I grabbed her by her hips and took her doggie-style. It was a fantastic feeling, all that water showering down on us while we fucked. I never wanted to let this sweet lady go.

After that Loretta and I dated regularly, with me spending days at a time at her shore house or her coming up to visit me at my apartment. For six months we did wonderful things together, not limited to but definitely including a lot of hot, steamy sex.

At the same time we both stayed on the matchmaking site, since Loretta wasn’t yet comfortable with the idea of making it exclusive, especially given the distance between our homes. She said she was afraid things might not work out, and she never wanted to be alone again. Between get-togethers we kept in touch by e-mail, by chatting on the computer and by phone.

One morning while we were lying in Loretta’s bed, I asked her if she liked to be on top sometimes. She smiled and said, “Sure, let me show you.” She stood up on the bed and, instead of mounting me on her knees, the way most women would do, lowered herself, still on her feet, so that she was squatting with her hands on her knees, and took my pole right up her cunt! She started to do deep knee bends, up and down, up and down, all the while squeezing me with her strong pussy muscles. Damn, this lady knew how to please a man!

I found out that Loretta and her late husband had been into kink! One day she told me he’d liked to tie her to the bed with silk scarves and do whatever he liked with her. I figured that she wouldn’t have told me all this unless she wanted me to tie her up as well! So I said to her, “Sounds good. Bring out the scarves!”

When she did, I laid her out on the bed on her back, stark naked and spread-eagle, and tied her wrists and ankles to the corner bedposts. Then I got out a feather duster and a small vibrating dildo and went to work. I sucked each of her toes and used the feather duster on her neck, tits and cunt. Then I worked the vibrator, along with my tongue, over every part of her: her lips, her neck, her nipples, her belly button and her pussy. This got her so hot that she was soon straining against her restraints and yelling, “Give me that dick now! Stick it in me! I need it so bad. Fuck me!”

After coating the buzzing vibrator with Loretta’s pussy juices, I inserted it in her ass, then slid the dick she was begging for in her cunt. The feeling of the vibrator’s buzzing vibrations against the underside of my shaft, separated only by the thin membrane between her vagina and ass, was incredible.

Meanwhile her cunt muscles worked my dick and her ass bounced on the bed. She strained so hard that she ripped the scarves holding her ankles, and her long legs went straight up in the air. A minute later we came together, shouting in unison.

One day I asked Loretta if she had ever strayed on her husband. She looked me in the eye and said yes. Early in her marriage, she said, she had a sexy coworker who kept hitting on her. Every time he did, it got her juices flowing, but she never encouraged him. Sometimes after one of these episodes she went in the ladies’ room and masturbated.

After a while he left the company, but continued to call her. Finally one day she agreed to meet him for lunch, and as soon as she saw him, she knew she was lost. They had an intimate lunch, then went straight to a motel, where they fucked like crazy. She continued to fuck him for several years, doing monthly matinees.

She said she didn’t love him, but the sex was so great that she couldn’t stop. One day he asked her if he could bring his best friend along the next time. She hesitated, but the thought of having two men overcame her reluctance and she said okay. While her lover fucked her doggie-style, she took the friend in her mouth; then they switched.

She said she loved having two of her holes filled at the same time, which made her wonder how it would be with three men. But before she could suggest it, her lover moved away. His friend wanted to take up where he left off, but she said no. She said she was relieved that her husband never found out, and she never strayed again.

Eventually a strange thing happened. While sending me an e-mail, Loretta screwed up and sent me all of her past matchmaking e-mails. I knew it wasn’t right, but I couldn’t resist reading them. I was astonished to find that over the last few months, while we were seeing each other, she’d been contacting and been contacted by a lot of men — and she always presented herself as a lonely widow who needed love and sex!

She’d had sexual encounters with several of these men! One, Peter, was an old lover she’d dated before she met me. He was a retired police detective and had some kind of dominant control over her. When he was horny he would show up in the middle of the night and use her, then leave early in the morning. She usually e-mailed him the next day, telling him how much she enjoyed being used.

I never told Loretta that I knew about her other affairs, but figuring that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, I contacted some other women online and ended up having pretty good sex with a couple of them. But I still lusted after Loretta, and even thought about asking her to marry me. After all, I thought, there’s nothing wrong with having a wife who’s a sex-crazy slut, even if it means having to share her once in a while.

Somehow, though, I never did propose. I guess I was afraid Loretta would say no. Or maybe I didn’t really want to share her after all.

Still, I wanted to do something really special for Loretta. So I surprised her by inviting her to join me on a trip to Paris, where I’d once worked. I arranged for all first-class accommodations. We stayed at a deluxe hotel, in a classy suite with a balcony overlooking the city. Of course there was a bidet in our gilded bathroom. Loretta had never seen one before. When I explained to her what it was, she loved it. She even sucked me off while sitting on it and getting her pussy washed.

We had a wonderful time in Paris, doing all the touristy things and also visiting a few underground bars I had discovered during my time there. Some of the wild sex acts we saw there made us unbelievably randy, and we wound up fucking like crazy every single night.

When it came time to catch our flight home — in first class, of course — I asked Loretta not to wear panties on the plane. Once we were under way, I told her to go to the lavatory, and a few minutes later I discreetly followed her in. I told her I was going to initiate her into the Mile-High Club. She sat on the closed toilet seat and started to suck my dick. By this time she’d done that so often, she was able to take practically all of it in her mouth and down her throat. When I was almost ready to come, I pulled away, turned her around, bent her over the tiny sink and stuck my dick in her dripping pussy. Her cries were surely heard by anyone standing outside waiting to get in, as were our mingled shouts as we both climaxed.

Not long after we got home Loretta met a man named Bruce, who lived in her neighborhood. They got pretty serious and went on several nice vacations to exotic places. It seemed that he was well-to-do, and though I was jealous, I was happy for her. When she told me she was going to marry him, I wasn’t really surprised. She said she needed a man who would always be close by, but said in no uncertain terms that I would always be welcome to visit her and she would make herself available to me whenever I did.

And that’s how it worked out. Bruce is a lucky guy to have Loretta all the time, but I’m pretty lucky too — and she says she thinks she’s the luckiest of all.