Only one of my first wife's lovers was younger than her—and only by a year or two. We did do a lot of pillow talk about a younger man, however. At the other extreme, one lover qualified as a senior citizen.
We had no prospects and we decided to go hunting in a swinger newspaper, in spite of the bad luck we had experienced before. I asked her what type of man she would prefer. She amazed me by asking for an older guy. She was about 24 at the time, so I assumed something like mid 30s is what she had in mind, but then my buddy, Rob, who had fucked her 100 times was in his mid forties, so I asked her how old. Her answer was, "Old, really old, you know in his late 60s or 70s."
The only explanation I could think of was that she loved this soap with John Forsythe, whom she had a huge crush on. I went hunting through the ads for old guys. Ready for this, most of the old guys refused to do her, as they refused to wear a condom, which we were requiring. I couldn't believe it. Here I was offering a sexy young woman and these codgers were playing hard to get. Of the few old guys willing to wear a condom (the pickings didn't look that appealing) was an old guy who sealed the deal; we talked to him on the phone, and he told her that he could make love to her on his yacht. Yacht! My ex was big on anything to do with the ocean.
Well, I do not know what a yacht strictly is. My friends tell me that "yacht" just means a nice fast boat, like "sports car," there is no strict meaning, but you know when you see it. Well his yacht looked like just a big cabin cruiser. It did have a downstairs bedroom and living room of sorts, which my friends tell me counts. In any case the boat was a bit disappointing. So was he. He was super nice and well mannered. He was also not that old, being in his late 50s. But he didn't look anything like John Forsythe. He was of Irish descent and his heavily freckled skin looked like it belonged to an eighty-year-old man. It had been sunburnt so often that it looked like it had been processed at a tannery.
Once we were inside his yacht, we had a good conversation and chilled white wine. He was articulate and polite, thanking me over and over for the opportunity. My ex wasn't fully at ease with the situation, so I told her that I would like to see her naked on the deck of the boat. The sun was going down and there were few people on the harbor. She loved exhibitionist stunts, so she readily agreed to my desire. She began to take off her clothes and I stopped her mid button, telling her that I wanted our host to take her clothes off. He did. When he pulled down her panties, exposing her flame-red bush, he let out a sucking sound, as he deeply inhaled.
She pranced about the deck naked for only a few minutes, as the bugs were coming out. Once we were back in his boat, she was much more at ease. We three sat and talked about or sex lives. He was married and he and his wife did the deed about once every four months. He did, however, see a good amount of action from older couples that responded to his personal ad in the swinger's paper. He told me that plenty of older husbands loved watching their wives being fucked by another man, particularly as many were impotent. (This was just before Viagra.) We told him all about our sexual exploits. He was either an excellent actor or he was genuinely shocked by what we told him.
The time had come for him to cum. I told him to enjoy her body and that I would just watch and jack off. My ex stood and asked him if she could remove his clothes. Every inch of his body looked as if it had been sunburnt at one time. After she got him completely naked, save for his socks, she began sucking his cock. His cock looked like the rest of him, weather-beaten. Still, it worked. It was five inches long with a big mushroom head. His cock was bi-colored, with the bottom dark and the top white. For about fifteen minutes I watched him eat her and suck on her nipples and bite her ass, while he fingered her. I saw them 69 and kiss. Finally, the condom was needed. He had bought a variety of types. She picked the pre-lubed one and unrolled on his cock.
Soon, he was entering her and fucking her in the missionary position. Maybe three minutes later he orgasmed, apologizing profusely. I couldn't blame him. Her pussy was crazy tight, so much so that I was surprised that he had lasted as long as he had. He then ate her again and I had to take over before she was able to climax from my tongue. He asked to see me fuck her, which I was happy to do. He talked away the entire time, agitated and enthusiastic, as if we were watching a great rodeo show. He must have said, "That's it!" twenty times. His cock was completely soft, but he fondled it as he watched us fuck.
So, all in all, not a bad time, but not the great time she was fantasizing about with John Forsythe. As we drove home, I asked her if I should keep hunting for old guys. Her answer was no, I should aim for mid-twenties next time.
