I am seventy-seven years old, weigh 240, have shrunk to 5' 8" from 5' 10" in 1961. I have a Friar's hair ring around my bald spot. I have had foot, knee, heart, shoulder, hand, and elbow surgeries, all of which have left pains that never stop, so I smoke pot as a non-opioid block for the pain.

The woman I sleep with and enjoy sex with is seventy-five years old and has had more surgeries than me. She is 183, 5'4" has beautiful black hair in front, thick salt and pepper colored hair everywhere else because she plucks her hair in a mirror, and she cannot see the rest of her hair to pluck it along with the front.

I enjoy her as a bed partner because she has never refused anything sexual with me. She and I are mostly honest and open with each other, although I did recently see where she had been using her Hitachi Wand one night before I came to bed. It was for three or four nights in a row, I think, because the wand was 'under her pillow' for three days. 

She likes to suck my cock and always has. I recall when I first slept with her, we kissed and rolled around on her bed after a night of drinking and dancing. I was on my knees at the foot of her bed. I had her heels up near her ears about to suck her pussy and clitoris. She realized I was about to eat her after a day of pissing and sweating, followed by an evening and long night of dancing and partying, drinking, smoking, and raising hell.  She got off the bed to wash her cunt because she hadn't had a shower since the morning. 

I sat on the end of her bed, waiting to see if we were going to have sex. I was drunk and horney, and she was there. I would have eaten her crotch regardless of the day's wealth she had gathered that might have been my unwanted treasure. Humans amaze me how much we are animals.

She came out of the ensuite bathroom, wearing only a top. Her bushy pussy was visible along with her fat stomach from just below her belly button. I could see her labia hanging, and I looked forward to sucking them.

She had a bra and pair of panties in her hand which she flung to a corner of the room and said, "I'm showing you mine, now I want you to show me yours."

I lifted my shirt and showed her my cock sticking out of the open zipper of my suit slacks. I said, "Let me see those tits, woman. At work, I have been imagining where your nipples are since I have never seen them poking through your clothes."

She raced to get the remaining button undone, threw her arms back holding the shirttails, and exposed her flopping tits which were long and full, with large brown areola and tiny pinched pink nipples hanging and pointing straight down. Her tits were full, round, and loose. They were magnificent, truly magnificent. She swung them around a couple of shakes, and by then, she had her hand on my cock and was pushing me to lay down on my back with my legs hanging over the foot of her queen size bed. My feet barely were on the floor.

Within a few seconds, she had sucked my cock and had managed to hold my cock up as she climbed up on the bed. She put her hands on my chest and pivoted up onto her feet, which she positioned beside my hips. With a gleeful look in her eyes and a glob of drool falling on my nipple, she held my cock upright again, then suddenly dropped and impaled herself fully down the entire 7+ inches of my hard as nails fourty-seven-year-old circumcised cock. She was so drunk she could not raise herself off of my hips and cock. She started laughing, and then I started to laugh. She finally fell sideways, and I slipped out of her with a muffled 'Pop.'

We had spent the entire evening drinking, dancing, and raising hell in general so that I was nearly unable to stay hard because of the amount of booze and pot I had consumed. We have discussed it since, and she acknowledged that for a few years, but now she says it wasn't so, but that night she preferred to be in the famous '69' position. 

We didn't see each other for a week; then, we were working a sales job together in Ketchikan, Alaska, when I licked her cunt while we were hot-tubbing in front of a bayside window. Both of us were wearing swimming suits and were being all polite and friendly until we started discussing our former spouses. I told her about my second wife needing to be licked on her asshole before she could have an orgasm. 

Being amazed, because no one had ever licked her asshole, that night, my friend in Ketchikan said, "I would love to find someone who would show me how that feels. But, I am not sure I could ever again speak to him, let alone ever kiss him again, knowing his tongue had touched my ass hole.”

Of course, we had me sucking on her cunt, and clitoris within five minutes of her agreeing to let me show her how wonderful it can be to have your asshole massaged, licked, and fingered. It was about an hour later when she stopped me eating her because she was having rolling orgasms as I fondled her pussy, clitoris, and ass. She sucked my cock down her throat, where I fired a full load of come when I came. After she finished licking my cock clean, I held her, kissed her, and snuggled with her on the bed in the hotel room. She told me years later that of all of the guys she had fucked, no one else ever kissed her after they had come in her mouth.

We learned about a year or so ago when she ordered DVDs, that we both liked to watch sex DVD,s, and we did watch three or four. Then we left town for a trip and never watched the rest of them. I particularly liked watching one about masturbation because she wanted to see me jack-off after we watched the DVD. I did, which was extremely erotic for me, and the whole time she was anxiously awaiting her chance to lick the come off of my cock, and balls. 

Afterward, she was still willing to jill herself for me to watch. I got down on the floor directly in front of her recliner, I removed her housecoat, had her lift her butt so I could put a towel under her pussy. I then stayed right down there to watch her Jill herself about 10 to 15 inches away. Of course, I couldn't restrain myself, and we ended up having oral sex. As she reached her climax, she had jilled herself off to achieve; she came four or five times while my mouth was on her vagina and licking her ass. 

I didn't stop eating her pussy and ass all of these years (about 40). However, she now seems afraid to let me help her come when I rub her G Spot. One time about fifteen years ago, I was finger fucking her G Spot. She squirted what she thought was pee, so now she is afraid of doing it again. I want her to go beyond control and have what I believe is a G Spot orgasm like that other one seemed to be in my mind.

Last night when I went to bed, the back of my hand fell on her when I relaxed. It laid against her until she turned it so that my fingers and palm were against her. That in and of itself was nothing, except, she didn't push it away. Instead, she turned it so she could maybe get touched? 

I almost was asleep when the possibility entered my mind that I might make her happy if I 'played my hand right.' You know, like in poker. I fidgeted my hand against her skin. No reaction, so I swept my hand quite softly and slowly across her soft, fat belly and over her flattened breasts. I flicked her nipple lightly, and when it resulted in a harder nipple, I made a repeated circuit; slow, soft, and tender on her breasts, nipples, and stomach, with my hand. 

I passed my hand smoothly over her stomach and eventually had my fingers entangled in her pubic hair. I remember, now that I am telling about it, back when her pubic hair was curly and thick. Now it is straight and sparse around her entire lower torso with even some down her thighs. Her ass is hairy to match the rest of her. Her pubic hair is mostly light-colored but principally gray.

All of this time, my hand was touching her and rubbing smoothly and softly. She kicked the sheet down below her knees, which she spread wide apart. I dragged my hand over hers since she was fingering her clitoris and wrapped my fingers over her swollen lips and pushed them apart so that I was able to insert my tall man finger as far as the last knuckle without her vagina beginning to grasp it. She was not wet enough to finger fuck, so I licked my finger, which smelled like her pussy, but was dry. I wiped her lips with the moisture and replenished the saliva into her vagina repeatedly until her vagina was slick and slimy enough to finger fuck.

Finger fuck her, I did. I slid my fingers in and out slowly until she grabbed my hand and sped my action to almost frantic. She slid sideways toward me on the bed, and my hand automatically went down deeper into her pussy. I massaged her breasts, stomach, vagina, asshole, back, cheeks, labia, and her clitoris until she was a muttering blob. She had to stop before I was ready.

But there is always the hope, when you are seventy-seven, that tomorrow will bring a day with sex. And that you will still be alive to enjoy it.

So, they say tomorrow never comes. In our case, it came with a vengeance. When I woke the next morning, I snuck out of bed quietly. After my shower, I woke the wife, and she said, “What is today?”

“Tuesday.”

“How long have I lived here?”

“I think we decided seventeen years, a couple of nights ago.”

“Where else have we lived?”

“Are we married?”

The end of the story will be right here. I cannot drag you through the mess we have begun to see a way out of because she has not been the same since that last night.

The story here was a celebration until that morning when our lives took a ninety-degree turn. Regrets are usually wasted as is worry, so we are hoping to figure out her health issues and once again enjoy pleasing each other. 

That ability was taken in the middle of the night. I haven’t figured which ‘Seven Horseman of the Apocalypse’ that came by and touched our lives.