My friend Barb recently made a big move.

Alone in a big house up north, she decided to sell it and buy a condo down south.

Life soon changed for Barb. She is 56 and has been divorced for years. It was time to consolidate and also escape from her lonely and cold neighborhood — to a sunny and vibrant community.

Barb is a beautiful woman. She’s a professional fundraiser and looks about 10 years younger. She wears professional suits. She has smart-looking shoulder-length dark hair. She is outgoing and says what’s on her mind.

Oh, and she’s hot.

For a woman in her mid-50s, she’s got quite the bod. While I hadn’t seen her naked, I could tell she had big breasts and a big bush.

Unfortunately for Barb, as she tells it, she didn’t have the chance to use them much in her northern home.

But life has changed in her new condo community.

The men swarmed around her in the community clubhouse and at the pool. The guys were typically older and either divorced or widowed. But they still had a spring in their step, and maybe elsewhere, judging from their interest in Barb.

As her guest, I joined Barb at the pool for a day of sun — and I could see what was happening. The men pretty much left me alone, a woman in her 30s and not a likely catch for them, and swooned over Barb, who was wearing a one-piece swimsuit that showed her ample bosom and a sexy triangle cut down below.

Barb enjoyed the attention. I enjoyed watching the action.

First, Lou stopped by our pool chairs. He was wearing a Speedo and the contour of his penis poked at the fabric. Then Jimmy stopped by. He was wearing surfer shorts and by the look of his chest, he worked out every day in the condo gym. And finally, Sal stopped by. He looked older than the rest, with gray hair and mostly bald on top.

These men were in their 60s, but you could tell they wanted some companionship — and some pussy, too. You’re never too old for that.

Barb was ready to just live after more than a decade alone. And now she had her chance.

After our poolside excursion, Barb and I went back to her condo for lunch and girl talk.

We chatted about the guys who stopped by. Then we started talking about sex.

“You know, Jamie, my sex life has been non-existent since Robert left me a decade ago. And when we were together it wasn’t so great either. He had women. And in those 15 years we were together, he wasn’t that interested in more than a quick bang here and there. I am going to tell you something that will blow your mind: he never ate my pussy.”

“Barb, now that you are here in the land of horny men, I’m sure that will change.”

“Tell you the truth, I am a little nervous about hopping back in bed with a man. Less nervous about him sticking his dick in but more nervous about sticking his face in. What will he think?”

“What do you mean what he will think? Men who do that are so excited to be down there that they don’t think,” I assured her.

“Do you have any advice, Jamie?”

“Just enjoy what happens. Take a shower before he arrives. Put some cocoa butter on your thighs. Then let nature take its course.”

“Have you been with a woman before?” she asked me.

“I experimented in my younger days in my 20s,” I told her. “But it’s been awhile.”

“Then you know what to expect. Tell me what you think.”

Barb unwrapped her pool robe and she stood there naked in front of me. She had large breasts and a triangular brunette bush.

“Wow, I said. “You are statuesque. Whoever the lucky guy is, he will love it!”

“I am so worried about my body and what a man might think. So this is good to hear. Such a relief. But getting intimate is still a worry. What if my nipples don’t get hard. What if my vagina doesn’t get wet?”

“Stop worrying, Barb. Just let it unfold.”

And unfold it did. Jimmy knocked on the door.

Barb invited him for coffee. He was looking for more.

The three of us sat around the kitchen table and we talked about the condo community. Jimmy was 66, but also looked about 10 years younger. He kept in shape at the clubhouse gym.

Barb took the initiative.

“This coffee is making me hot. Mind if I get into something more comfortable?” And with that trite line right from a movie, Barb stood up and just dropped her robe. Jimmy and I sat with mouths open, and got an eyeful. The man didn’t care that I was right there as he ripped off his shirt, opened his belt and slid down his pants. I just stared.

He had a nice bod for an older guy. Barb stood there with her tits and pussy front and center, and got some reaction right away. Jimmy formed a formidable boner of about 6-plus inches. He knelt to his knees with his knob standing straight up and went right for Barb’s hairy vagina. I’m not sure what Barb smelled like but Jimmy stuck his face in her pussy and kept it there, taking deep breaths as if he were inhaling the sweetest scents of nature. Barb was standing and her knees began to buckle. This was a woman who was getting her pussy eaten for the first time, and her lubricated aroma drove Jimmy insane. If it wasn’t the cocoa butter, it must have been Barb’s natural pussy smell. I thought Jimmy’s penis was going to erupt as his mouth devoured her fragrant folds.

Jimmy finally extricated his nose and tongue from Barb’s aromatic bush and led her to the nearby sofa where she lay down and spread open her legs for another round of Jimmy’s feasting.

All this dining started getting me hot and I took off my shorts and started to play with my clitoris. This was at a time when I shaved my pussy so I was bare, with my pussy lips open for everyone to see. No one saw. Jimmy didn’t care. Didn’t even look. I was invisible. He continued to smell and suck Barb’s swollen lips and clit, and ran his tongue up and down her savory slit.

I continued to rub my pussy on a nearby chair, and musky juice started piping out of my hot and aromatic vagina. I needed a guy to eat me then and there, so the timing couldn’t have been better when Sal walked through the door after Barb left it unlocked. Sal was 67, balding and gray but one look at the three of us must have transferred his libido back to his 20s.

He ripped off his pants and shirt and revealed an erect penis. I gave him some directions.

“You look ready to have fun. Do you want to lick my shaved pussy?”

I was already wet and open and he couldn’t stop staring. Given his age, it might have been the first time a shaved chick in her 30s invited him to eat her out.

I think he was shocked at what he saw. But Sal did what Sal was told.

And I opened my legs even more so Sal could get his head between my legs. This was shortly after I had a rare pussy wax job. I usually have a bush but it was summer and decided to go bare.

I gave Sal some more guidance.

“Use your nose to smell my vagina. Rub your nostrils across my clitoris and then stick your nose and mouth between my labia. Then stick out your tongue and wiggle it up and down from my vagina, across my labia and up to my clitoris. Then go back down and flit your tongue across my inner lips and stick it into my vagina slit.”

Sal started getting into it and his penis responded. I think he felt like he was about to come, so he started to straddle me on the chair and stuck it in my moist hole. Then he pulled out and came all over my bare mound, my legs now closed and showing just my cleft of outer lips.

Meanwhile, Jimmy was fucking the juice out of Barb’s gaping wet pussy. They were both grunting, and sounded like they came at the same time. Jimmy pulled out and hosed Barb’s bush with jets of semen.

Just then, Lou stopped in. Barb saw his large cock loose and ready, grabbed it and gave him a blow job until he came all over her face.

Barb didn’t have to worry about being lonely again.

These older gents still had it. Hard dicks. Skilled tongues. And an appreciation for pussy in all its fragrant and flavorful ways.

Maybe I should move to a condo.