I was curious if most women like anal sex. My wife does, it's not often but when the mood strikes she likes it in her ass. It was something that just happened years ago. Neither of us ever really wanted it but she loved it and ever since sometimes I'll lube my cock up and put it in her ass.
I (66M) am in a fairly new (3 months) relationship with a woman (72F). We seem to be compatible in so many ways, including, but not limited to, in bed. Last night, we were enjoying each other and after we finished, we were talking and, kind of out of nowhere, she said, "You know, I've never really enjoyed sex."
I was a bit taken aback, because I thought she was enjoying it. I asked her to clarify and she said that she was enjoying sex with me, but she was surprised because it is the first time in her life that she's enjoyed it. She said that she felt that sex was a way to get close to her partner and solidify the relationship, but that she has never in her life enjoyed it until now.
I'm not saying that this is because of me. I'm probably just average in bed. She's been widowed for 12 years and then went through the deaths of her brother, mother and brother-in-law in successive years during the pandemic. So she has not dated at all since her husband died.
I just think it's sad that a 72 year old woman has never enjoyed sex until now. We laughed because I said, "What if someone told you, when you were in your 20's or 30's that you would have the best sex of your life after you turned 70? You probably wouldn't believe them."
Just wondering I always enjoyed the occasional "lingerie fashion show" a and my posing for pics
Was a great turn on but its been a few years now I miss it.
I’m a 62-year-old married man, wife works all day. I find that I am insatiable from the time I wake up, for hours after that, probably peaking in the early afternoon. I mean, there are days I am in a frenzy, and I watch porn and chat online, and can pretty much be talked into anything. The feeling slowly ebbs so that by nighttime, I don’t think about sex at all. Which is not to say that my wife & I don’t have sex, but I can’t recapture that horny frenzy from earlier in the day. Does anyone else (especially men) experience this type of thing?
I’m 62. She’s 25, finishing her master’s at the same university where I teach. We’ve been seeing each other off and on for a few months. This past weekend she stayed at my place from Friday night until Sunday evening.
I didn’t rush a single thing.
I spent the first long stretch with my mouth between her legs, slow and steady, the way I learned works when you’ve had decades to practice. No frantic tongue-flicking. Just pressure, rhythm, and paying attention to every twitch of her hips and every change in her breathing. When she came the first time I didn’t stop. I kept her right there, riding the aftershocks, until the second and third ones rolled through her. She was already shaking and laughing when I finally moved up her body.
I stayed hard during the appropriate time. That’s not bragging; it’s just what happens when you stop treating sex like a race and start treating it like something you actually know how to do. Use pace, and timing and rhythm. I used my fingers the way older men do: deliberate, angled, patient. I knew exactly when to curl, when to slow down, when to push her over again. She kept count out loud after a while. From the shower to the couch to the back porch to the pool and bed. Taking time, treating a lady right. By the time we finally stopped for water and food on Saturday afternoon she was at nineteen.
Saturday night and most of Sunday I just kept going. Different positions, long stretches of me moving inside her with that steady, controlled pace younger guys never seem to have. No pounding for the sake of it. That just makes a pussy sore. Instead a experienced man uses deep, focused strokes that make her eyes roll back and her legs lock around me. Every time she came I felt it and adjusted, kept the pressure exactly where she needed it, and made her come again before she could fully recover. A good lover pays attention to a woman's body and gives what she needs.
By Sunday evening the number was in the forty's I lost count (honest). Her legs were useless. She tried to stand up and laughed because they wouldn’t hold her. She walked wonky. She had that dazed, wrecked look that only comes from being taken apart slowly and thoroughly by someone who knows exactly what he’s doing.
I didn’t need to prove anything. I just paid attention and used the skills that only come with time. No ego. No rushing to finish. Just making sure the woman in my bed was completely, repeatedly ruined in the best possible way.
Younger guys can keep their twenty-minute sessions and their frantic energy. Some of us over sixty are still out here leaving graduate students unable to walk straight.
Any of you old guys like me got a younger partner and getting good action on the weekends?
My wife isn't normally freaky in bed but last night she was. We went to a wedding yesterday and we both got pretty tuned up. When we got to bed she got her freak on. She started playing with her big tits and she sucked her nipples, which led to me eating her pussy, hard fucking in different positions, a wet sloppy blowjob and the finale of me jerking off for her and cumming all over her. It was the hottest sex we've had in a long time.
Do you think they’re intimate? Or does he live with her and just support her as a companion?
Being retired, something I really enjoy is going to bed in the afternoon, usually masturbating, or sometimes have sex and then taking a nap for about an hour. We do this two or three times a week.
How many others enjoy something like this?
Im a 61 cuddly woman and always had a great sex life with a few kinks along the way until my hubby passed away. I now find myself thinking that I would like to experiment sexually but fear im just too old. When i was younger If i had been in situation where sex in a threesome 2 men or with multiple persons had occurred I would have been right in there without a doubt but it never did. Also I would really like to explore others things like sexting, using my toys as instructed, possibly BDSM aswell. I think im going mad and bad. 🤣
I have had very little issues with getting an erection in my life, till now. I always laugh at the term 'Erectile Dysfunction' because when you get to a certain age, it becomes function not dysfunction. But a lot of us want to get hard, and maintain it, for pleasure. I am curious to learn about the options available to help. Looking for feedback on personal successes. Thanks in advance,
This is a follow up that a few of you requested, to: I'm going to try to gain some more insight this weekend.
Well as we all know things don’t always go to plan but we get there in the end, and this weekend was no exception. We arrived at the hotel around 3 pm and predictably my wife headed for the window to check out the neighbours.
This time I noticed that in one room a woman was sitting in one of the chairs, seemingly nude, in front of a westward facing window relaxing in the afternoon sun. It's winter here so it would have been a pleasant way to spend the afternoon.
I started unpacking while my wife continued to ‘keep watch’. A minute or so later I got called to the window as a man had appeared behind her and started to remove his clothes. He got as far as his boxers before he disappeared from view.
I headed off to address a call of nature and once completed my wife reported that the woman had also disappeared from view and in fact wasn’t nude but wearing a g-string.
OK so tick off voyeuristic tendencies but not the answer I was seeking.
The show we’d come to see wasn’t starting until 9:45 and we’d had a late lunch at a pub on the way in so we headed out for a walk and ferry trip to the other side of the harbour where we had a less than healthy dinner at an ice cream parlour.
We got back to the hotel around 6:30, stripped off, and my wife asked me if I’d remembered to pack a toy. Well yeah we have a number of quite powerful bullet vibes even keeping one in each of our cars. I pointed to it and some lube sitting on the table near the window.
Well sure enough we ended up in front of the window with her bent over and me in from behind, as I mentioned in my earlier post a not unpredictable scenario.
Given I had my plans set for after the show I just enjoyed the moment. This decision turned out to be somewhat of a mistake.
The show we’d come to see started reasonably well with a German couple doing cocaine off of each other's genitals and a priest stapling bible pages to himself with a burning butt plug in. It then started to get weird. But at least there were tequila shots, though how somebody could defile the sacred lip sick suck ritual to such levels truly escapes me.
We got back to our room just after 1 am feeling chilled to the bone after the walk back and unsurprisingly fell asleep.
Around nine the next morning I was woken by the sound of a cup of coffee being placed on the bedside table and the slight chill of the covers being pulled back before my wife climbed onto my morning wood.
Neither of us last long in that situation.
I was disappointed that I’d not gotten to try out my misdirection earlier but pushed on with our breakfast plans.
I’d told my wife we wouldn’t be doing a hotel breakfast but heading somewhere else. How we’d get there was the thing and I’d told her in advance what she’d need to wear, leggings, sports bra, walking shoes and a hoody for warmth.
Predictably my wife figured I just wanted to get her into tight fitting attire simply for the perv value.
We checked out, headed to the car to put our bags in. I pulled out our cycling helmets and she soon twigged to what the plan was. We’re renting e-bikes. Not a big deal but we’d been talking of grabbing a couple for our travels in retirement and as she’d never ridden one it seemed like an ideal opportunity and a new experience for her.
The breakfast place was around 5 kilometres away and once we’d settled in and ordered we started talking about the weekend. The show, the ride, and so forth when I dropped the question resulting in the following.
“Yesterday afternoon at the window, if you looked up and saw the couple you’d been watching staring directly at us, what would you do?”
“Did they?”
“Not that I saw, it’s just a question.”
“I don’t know if I’m really into it, I'd probably not care and just stare back. Maybe make more noise to see if they could hear us.”
“I doubt they’d hear you, they're in another building across the street and a set of rail tracks. I mean you’ve got great vocal skills but you're not that loud. Though it’d be good to hear you try.”
Well insight gained. Now to work out my next step on the path.