My wife enjoys the theater. She and her friend Gail subscribe to a monthly series of performances locally. The morning of one of these productions, she offered me her ticket.

What’s wrong?” I asked. “Are you not feeling well?”

“Nothing is wrong, but this performance is a series of comedy skits, full of slapstick, pratfalls, and smutty jokes. You know I don’t care for that stuff as much as you do.”

“Well, OK, thanks. But what will you do tonight?” I suspected that I knew already.

“Steve texted me, inviting me to go to dinner with him.” Bingo!

Steve is her lover who she sees frequently, with my approval. When my ED became severe, we agreed that she needed an alternative. They are about the same age.

“Will you be coming home later tonight?” I asked.

“Can I leave that open? I will text you if not.”

I nodded OK.

Even though she would not be eating at home, she prepared something for me, humming happily along as she worked. She was not unhappy about the change of plans.

Then she went to dress for her date. She returned a vision of loveliness and sex, her scanty clothes hinting of what was not quite visible. I watched enviously as she drove off for an evening of wanton sex.

Because parking near the theater can be difficult, I left home early and arrived early also. As I sipped a drink in the lobby, I saw a beautiful young woman looking a little lost.

She was clearly out of her element at this event; the average attendee age being seventy-plus.

We made eye contact a couple of times before being called into the theater. I found my wife’s seat and was just getting settled when that same lovely lass sat beside me.

We exchanged smiles, and I said, “I was not expecting you to be sitting here. My name is John.”

“Neither was I, I thought you would be a middle-aged woman. My mother was given the ticket by a friend who couldn’t come tonight.”

“Same here, it was my wife who backed out.”

The lights went down and we stopped talking. At the culmination of a particularly zany skit, she slapped my thigh, bending forward with laughter. When she apologized, I assured her that she could spank me anytime.

At intermission, I invited her for a drink in the lobby. She told me her name is Sarah. “Why didn’t your wife come tonight?”

“She has no sense of humor; this kind of stuff leaves her cold. She would much rather be with her boyfriend,” I muttered. “Oops, that slipped out.”

Sarah’s eyes opened wide. “Your wife has a boyfriend?” She looked more amused than shocked.

“Sorry, I should not have said that. Can you pretend you didn’t hear it?”

“But it’s true, she has a lover?” Before I could explain further, the bell rang for the second half.

Once again, while laughing at a skit, she grabbed my hand on the shared armrest, and she did not release it for the rest of the performance.

The contact was starting to make me horny; I could feel my cock becoming tumescent and even leaking a little. I hoped it would subside by the time the lights went up again.

As we left the auditorium, Sarah said, “I’m dying to know more about your situation.” So I invited her to have a drink with me.

“Well, I came on public transport, I can’t miss the last bus back to campus.”

I offered to drive her back to her dorm, so we found a nearby pub and took a booth in a quiet corner.

After the waitress had brought our beers, Sarah said, “OK, I want to hear everything; how did this come about?”

I explained that Kate is ten years younger and that I suffer from ED. Although we can enjoy oral and manual stimulation, I felt she should be able to experience a hard cock now and then.

“Does she have more than one sex partner?” She asked.

“Yes, him and me,” I chuckled.

She back-handed my shoulder, “You know what I mean, and do you play with them together?”

This was getting down to the nitty gritty.

“We have, but they prefer to be alone much of the time, but when she comes home, she is all mine, usually wanting to be reclaimed. I like her when she is fresh from their mating, still wet and fragrant.”

“Oh my god, this is super hot. Do you lick her used pussy with her boyfriend’s cum in it? But you can’t fuck her at all?”

“That’s pretty much the way of it,” I replied. “She gets the best of both worlds, and I usually get brought off by her after she tells me what they did, and I can sometimes get the head of my penis just inside her inner labia.”

I felt silly using clinical terms while Sarah was talking about cocks and pussies and such.

“You know, except for the age difference, you are nearly the perfect date material for a single girl like me.”

“Oh really, how do you mean?” This conversation was getting the attention of John Thomas, as Lady Chatterley loved to call it. Could I actually make it with this gorgeous college coed? Kate would be proud of me, or maybe strangle me.

“The thing we dread most when making out with a date, is being poked blindly by a hard, impatient cock sheathed in a smelly rubber. Young guys have lousy aim and no finesse.

"A girl likes lots of kissing and touching, having our breasts caressed and our nipples kissed and sucked. We want to make love.

"God forbid we ask to have our pussy licked. With them it’s ‘wham bam, thank you ma'am,’; they just want to get off and get back to their video games."

Her hand, meanwhile, was on my thigh, lightly squeezing and releasing it. J.T. was raising his head. I leaned in and kissed her lips lightly, and she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a full, open-mouth tongue lashing.

I was suddenly back in my college days, feeling giddy and excited.

There were several shocked looks at us from other patrons. “Let’s get out of here,” I gasped. After paying the amused barkeep, we walked hand in hand to my car.

“I know the perfect place for necking,” she told me.

I was thinking of a motel room, but I followed her directions to the parking lot of a city park that was darkly shaded. We laid a blanket under a nearby tree.

Wouldn’t you know, we no sooner started removing her clothes when a police cruiser rolled up. After checking that she was of legal age, the cop gave me a knowing wink and told us we could not park there.

“There is a hotel two blocks from here,” he pointed in the direction.

“You could take me home, your home,” Sarah suggested. “I would love to meet your wife.”

When I didn’t respond immediately, she kept at me, “Come on, it will be fun; you aren’t afraid, are you?”

So, fifteen minutes later, we pulled into my garage and entered my kitchen. Of course, Kate was still out with lover boy. It was time for a serious drink, at least for me.

While pouring myself a whiskey, I heard, “Ooh, you have a pool. Let’s go for a swim,” and the patio door opened. A trail of clothes led outside.

She hardly made a splash when she dove in, but when she surfaced, she screamed at the cold water and quickly swam to the steps and out. I grabbed a towel and started to rub her down, but not before placing my lips on each of her nipples, which were seriously erect.

Kate has wonderful breasts for a woman her age, but these were the stuff of wet dreams; they were so perky and perfect. I toweled her from chin to toes until her goose flesh subsided.

We lay down on my double chaise, the one where I have jealously watched Kate and Steve play slap and tickle many times.

Sarah pulled me in for a deep kiss and slid her hand over my crotch. “Hmm, I feel a chubby. Are you sure you can’t get it up?”

“I’m surprised myself; I give you all the credit. Let’s hope it hangs around, I have some serious pussy licking to do first.”

I kissed my way down her abdomen, first stopping at her nipples for a few moments. She pulled my shirt over my head. I undid my slacks and let them drop.

She sighed contentedly at my touch until I moved her legs apart and breathed my warm breath on her pool-cooled pussy.

“Oh god yes, lick it please,” she whispered.

But, I have my own technique, first I kissed, licked, and nipped her inner thighs with my teeth, stopping just short of her outer lips. She was squirming and begging me to touch ground zero.

Ah, the impatience of youth; She grabbed my hair and yanked my face into her soaking wet cunt. It was lick or suffocate; I chose the coward’s way. I licked.

Accustomed to an older woman’s libido, I was caught off guard when Sarah came almost instantly, flooding my face and making me catch my breath.

She grabbed my arms and pulled me up for a kiss and said, “Now fuck me with that nice big cock that I just saw.”

And, by god, I was sporting nearly my old eight inches of hard cock.

I could not believe how tight she was. I eased into her slowly, resisting her hands pulling on my ass.

“Slow and easy, Sarah, we’ll get there; we don’t want me to have a heart attack. Can you cum for me again?”

Indeed, she did, three times before I was fully registered in her. I felt like I could fuck all night, but, sadly old age rules and soon my pecker could no longer peck.

I was resting on her boobs, letting my cock gradually slip out of her, when I heard the sound of slow clapping behind me. I turned my head and saw my wife standing in the doorway.