r/sexover60

This post is particularly for the ladies who like to watch a bit of tasteful porn with their partners. My husband and I have never been porn watchers and we would like to try a bit of visual erotica -something with higher production values, long sensuous seduction before the act. You know — the opposite of a Reddit GIF. I know that it in this day and age, there MUST be streaming sites with story lines that appeal to females. I would like some recommendations of sites, and what, if any, precautions regrading credit cards we should take.

A few weeks ago I was donating blood and started chatting with a delightful lady our age and the conversation turned playful not sexual. She pulled up a chair while I did my donation.

She walked out with me and told me sweetly that she and her husband who was much older had an arrangement and asked if we could go to my place for a cup of coffee.

I am 64 dad bod with a great head of hair attractive face and I have an outgoing genuine personality. I made her laugh and she commented she doesnt do that much anymore.

We obviously click outside of politics which we immediately avoided when we figured that out.

Had I not had a girlfriend I would have taken her up on it. I’m fairly recently divorced and was never one for casual sex before.

Is this something you have done in the past or would consider?

We are mid 60's. My wife has always been fairly low sex drive, but is even lower now. She says she has no sex fantasies, she never reads anything sexual even though I have bought some sex books for older couples. Her interest in sex is near zero, but we still have sex about once a month or less.

I have fantasies, would love to pleasure her in anyway she wanted. I just want to be playful, dress sexy sometimes, tie each other up, tease and denial games etc. I would give her oral sex daily if she wanted it, but she never lets me go down on her anymore.

I just feel lonely sexually. Everything else is good, we are in good health and stay busy, bot retired. It's not just the frequency, it's the playfulness I need.

Anyone else feel like this and what do you do about it?

We’ve had five months of very reduced activity and I, M66, was the responsible party.

In my defence it was medically induced and my wife, F61, maintained her post manicure HJs and occasionally coaxed some life into my appendage so that she, aided by one of our quite powerful bullet vibes, could have a ‘successful ride’.

However even this sexual life support came to an end post surgery.

While the surgery had the issue resolved immediately there was to be a period of fragility for me as I healed from the procedure.

On discharge we retreated to our house at a nudist venue where the oft spoken axiom that nudity isn’t inherently sexual was once again proven.

My wife was absolutely fantastic in her support of me during this period of recovery, a task made more difficult for her as I was in no real pain, raising the very real risk that I may do something stupid and regress the situation.

So four weeks post surgery, and considerably less fragile, we had a day of appointments with my wife ensuring that we racked up some serious K’s of walking between them. Basically following doctors orders.

She had been wearing tight leggings all day and the optics of this gave rise to an idea for an activity that evening.

We returned home, had a bite to eat and a cup of tea as we watched the news. I then suggested that she should go lay on our bed and I’d massage her feet and legs after all the walking she’d done.

Never being one to pass on a laying on of hands she was in there in an instant.

She laid there and as I came in raised her legs, I sat on the bed facing her with my legs spread either side of her. She then lowered her legs resting one on each of mine before sliding down to a more horizontal position.

There were a few false starts, messages, barking dogs and so on but soon things calmed down and she laid there hands resting by her side, eyes closed with her body illuminated by the dim light coming through the bedroom window.

I lifted her right leg up and rested it on my shoulder and started massaging it. I pushed it up at the knee so I could hold her foot in my hands using my thumbs to massage the arch of her foot before kissing it and returning it to my shoulder and continuing to work on her leg.

After what was probably ten minutes of this I lowered her leg back down and raised her left leg and applied similar treatment.

I then went to massaging her thighs running my hands up from her knees to her hips and down again with my thumbs running along her inner thighs.

Now my intention was to provide my wife with relaxation, and it remained so, but imagine if you will the view in front of me. My wife layed there with her legs spread wide, with her body illuminated by the soft light coming through our bedroom window.

While this view hadn’t changed my intention I couldn’t say the same for my cock which had become very interested in the evenings proceedings.

I’ve never been one to believe that an erection always had to be ‘dealt with’, though my wife may well subscribe to a different school of thought on that subject, so I continued repeating the order of massaging I’d used earlier.

Though honestly I was struggling to suppress the desire to bury my face into her bare pussy positioned so tantalisingly close between her wide spread thighs.

On the third pass she squirmed her way closer to me obviously she’d noticed how hard I’d gotten, though in hindsight I think she’d may have noticed a lot earlier and was just enjoying the moment.

She reached down and grabbed my cock then proceeded to run the head up and down along the length of her pussy while simultaneously trying to squirm down closer.

This was a very un-subtle hint as to what she wanted next. Which set off alarm bells for me.

It had been many weeks since I’d last fired a shot in anger, or even in practice, so I had no idea just how long I would last and her using my cock the way she was did little to allay my fears.

Well, she wants it so it’s on her and so was I a few moments later.

As I slid in she gave off a low hum of approval.

I started moving slowly, hoping to stave off the inevitable, with my head buried into her neck. In between soft moans I whispered to her how much I’d missed this and how good it felt to be back in her warm, moist and tight pussy.

For her part she didn’t speak a word but the sounds she made and the way she worked her body told me just how much she’d been missing this as well.

I came up onto my elbows sliding my forearms up and under her shoulders. She knew what this meant and instinctively raised her arms to allow me to grab her wrists.

In this position eye contact is unavoidable and intimate. We can see what the other is experiencing from their facial expressions and their breathing.

I maintained and enjoyed my slow deliberate moving watching for the occasional lip biting by my wife as her breathing quickened. I could have blissfully continued like this but I knew she’d soon be wanting more and a few moments later she breathlessly exclaimed “Fuck me bubby fuck me harder!”, a phrase I’ve heard many, many times over our years together.

I know what's expected of me at that point and I immediately pick up the pace and energy while she picks up on the vocals which vary between loud moans and the occasional cry of harder! This didn’t last long but not as I assumed because I wasn’t going to last. Sure I got close, but before I finished she tensed up, arching her back while squeezing her thighs together as tight as she could.

This was accompanied by what I can only describe as a high pitch squeal mixed with her gasping for breath before collapsing back down and pleading for me to stop.

I released my grip on her wrists and as her breathing began to slow I kissed her and started to move in her very slowly.

Clearly this was too soon as she grabbed my arse cheeks and pulled me toward her before deciding that wasn’t what she needed and started to push me away.

I rolled off and out of her and just laid beside her listening to her breath.

It wasn’t long before I felt her hand move across and land on my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a squeeze and started to slowly stroke it as she apologised that she hadn’t let me finish. I reassured her that I had no issue with the situation and remarked that she seemed to really enjoy it.

She responded by saying that she reallllyyyyy enjoyed it and observed that I was, as she put it, “still nice and hard” which was reinforced by gripping as hard as she could on my cock.

I recognised this was the ideal situation for one of my oft used movie quotes “Thank you for noticing General”, bonus points if you know the movie.

She continued slowly stroking me as she laid there otherwise motionless. I could not work out whether her lackluster effort was due to fatigue or as a method to keep me at a high idle for use later but I was determined to find out.

“Are you after some more?” I asked. My inquiry produced a resounding reply of “I’m not sure.”. Well with that much clarity my only option was to dive back in. I rolled back over telling her “Well, let's find out shall we?” as I slid myself back into her.

The gasp that escaped her lips as I slid in suggested that she may well have not been quite ready for round two. I, on the other hand, was very ready. I moved slowly for a few thrusts to give her some comfort and even the chance to back out if that was what she wanted. With no red lights offered up I positioned my hands on her shoulders, pinning her down, and increased the speed and force of my thrusting.

Almost immediately she started vocalising. I couldn’t quite workout whether it was a result of pleasure, pain or simple sensory overload. But I did get one piece of positive feedback as she started to thrust up to meet my downward motion.

This continued for around a minute which honestly was longer than I figured I'd last.

I’m not sure if others have what could be described as a ‘signature move’ but my wife was about to employ hers. She thrust up to meet my thrust and stayed there. She grabbed my arse cheeks and pulled me towards her telling me “Push down on me bubby.”.

What happens then is I put as much of my body weight on her mound. I’m basically supported by my arms on her shoulders and most of the rest of my weight supported by her mound. My cock at this point is as deep as it can get in missionary and she pulls her thighs together as hard as she can.

Even with all my weight trying to hold her down she still tries to thrust up which doesn’t result in much movement but the flexing of her muscles drives me over the edge and I lose any semblance of control over when I come it happens ready or not.

As the last of my come leaves me I feel her start to tremble before letting out a loud guttural moan before collapsing onto the bed still keeping her thighs tight.

Moments later I collapsed on top of her, we were both spent, her thighs relaxed and we just laid there catching our breath and reveling in the relaxed quiet we now shared.

Inevitably my cock started to shrink back down and retreated from her pussy meaning that fluids needed to be addressed. My wife grabbed a towel from the floor next to our bed, I suspect she perceived a possible need for it earlier. We each took an end and cleaned ourselves as best as we could manage given our exhausted state before sliding back down.

We spoke and kissed for a short while but we weren’t going to be able to manage that for very long at all. My wife suggested I should roll over and she’d cuddle into me from behind. With that we drifted off to sleep.

The post came review, conducted the following morning over our first coffee of the day, unanimously awarded the win to my wife two O’s to one though I’m not sure that necessarily means I lost.

It was a great way to get ‘back in the saddle’.

I met a woman on here a few weeks back and I just asked her if she'd ever had phone sex or anything like that and that I had once with a friend and while it was pleasurable it also wasn't appropriate for our friendship. Anyway, I asked this anonymous woman if she would like to try that just chatting on here. She told me sure why not? And I began to get descriptive I realilzed I have a knack or talent for turning women on verbally on a device and that there are so many mediums to do that on. Zoom, FB, texting, What's app, and on and on. So, if anyone is interested, I would be happy to introduce you to telesex and give it my best efforts to help you have an enjoyable time. I really enjoy giving more than receiving anyway!

She lies in the tub and flirts with pervs on social media. I scroll Reddit and other apps edgin a bit. Quick dip in the tub after her and we have a great fuck in bed while porn is playing, I watch some , she loves the sound, especially men coming [62 and 61]

Last year I had a pacemaker implanted in my chest and in a month I lost 50 pounds, mostly fluids and had erections I could beat a snare drum with. I have to take medications and maintain a low sodium diet but everything else my doctors said was OK including sex, lifting weights (after a month) and drinking adult beverages.

Last week I spent a week at Hedonism II resort in Jamaica for my 65th birthday. Loved it. Had a lot of fun. Drank adult beverages and had some good food, but none of it was low sodium. About 3 days in, I couldn't maintain an erection even with Viagra. I figured it was the salt in the food so I doubled up on my diuretics and added potassium and magnesium supplements. It somewhat worked and I was able to enjoy the rest of the week. I came home this past weekend and resumed my low sodium diet and the next day woke up with an erection like before. Anybody else run into this problem?

Just googled sodium and erections and yes, sodium raises blood pressure and impairs erections.