(_|_) Fun in the Retirement Village – Game of Cards [Group]

I’m a 72 year old retired widower now living in a retirement village and having the time of my life. What goes on is not what you would expect your grandfather or grandmother to get up to. Here are [previous stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/rayvoit/posts/) if you want, but they aren’t really necessary to read.

This is a pretty long story with a lot of introduction. If you want to, skip ahead to section 2 below.

For those who have read my past stories, I have to introduce a new member to our “Supper Club” group. Until relative recently there has been the five of us. Four women (Claire, Glenda, Di and Kath), and me, Ray. A few months ago a new resident moved in to a unit near by and his name is Keith. He is 70 years old, and like me, a widower. The two of us struck up a friendship quickly finding out we have similar interests in classic cars and anything mechanical. We both also came from an IT background. It’s interesting that earlier in out careers that we both worked on the same sort of mainframe computers but in different industries. It is great to be able to talk about “the good old times” with someone who knows and understands the same things.

But I digress. You aren’t hear to read about IBM 360 assembler programming (does anyone know of the BALR instruction?) Lets leave that and get back to the retirement village escapades.

The previous day the six of us had been on a weekday morning trip down to the nearby nude beach. It was our fifth time going to the beach and Keith’s first with us. Being our fifth time, we were all very relaxed with our nudity but poor Keith found it… confronting to say the least. I am sure he didn’t believe us we were really going to a nudist beach for the morning. He was to only one who wore bathers under his clothes we we went.

Nothing overly interesting happened at the beach. Clothes came off. Pasty white skin got a dose of sun (and got a good topping up of vitamin D). Salt water cleaned out all the nooks and crannies. The obligatory cake and drink was consumed under the sun shelters. Sand got in where it shouldn’t. Keith was checked out by the women. The women were checked out by Keith. Compliments were made.

It had been planned that it was Kath’s turn to host the “Supper Club” for the afternoon. The “Supper Club” is where we all take it in turns to prepare a full lunch for the group. It is a good time to chat and also a good reason to cook up a full on meal. Living alone it’s easy to make the same basic few meals week after week. We all pitch in on the day. Some help with the cooking. Others help with the cleanup after.

Lunch was made. A nice salad with grilled spicy chicken tender loins. Dessert was a strawberry mousse. All was washed down with a lovely white wine.

Since Keith had joined the group he was introducing everyone to card games. I hadn’t played since I was much younger, back when we used to have games on Friday lunchtimes at work. The others had varying experiences with card playing. Some had played Poker, some 21/Blackjack, I even remember playing 500 back at university. To start us off Keith got us all playing Rummy. This is what I remember playing when I was a kid with my family, but then we called it “Sevens”.

Today Keith was leading us in Blackjack. Rules were explained, a few hands were played open so everyone could see what was happening. We got better and then he was explaining how gambling works with it. We thought we’d give it a go, but without money. The obvious choice is to use match sticks. Who has match sticks any more? None of us did. Kath say she thought she had a lighter though.

With that, we decided that next week we would get some matches and give Blackjack a good go with some gambling. With Blackjack now on hold, we decided to go back to Rummy for the afternoon. It’s easy. Everyone knows the rules (well mostly). With six of us playing, we had to use two decks. This added a little more complexity, but it was all doable.

The game was moving along. We were all chatting, when Di asked if anyone ever gambled playing Rummy. That stopped everyone. None of us knew if anyone did but the general consensus was that there was no reason why not. The game had winners and losers. Where there be winners and losers, money could be bet, won and lost. We talked more during the game about ways to integrate gambling and thought it would be like poker where based on your hand you could put money into the kitty and the round winner collects the kitty. The talk on gambling continued and apparently none of us are into gambling for money. Matches sounded fine. Eventually Claire brought up Strip Poker and how that worked. She could understand how in Poker there was a winner, but for Strip Poker to work, you didn’t need a winner, but a loser. Keith explained that for each round the winner was the only person who didn’t take any clothes off. There was also the longer version that the person with the worst hand took of an item of clothing.

“So could is be done with Rummy?” asked Glenda.

“Sure it could.” said Claire.

“Which one? The short or longer way?” asked Keith.

“It’s hot outside. We have nothing to do for the rest of the afternoon. I’m in no hurry. The longer version sounds OK.” I added.

Di rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything.

“Who’s in then?” asked Keith.

There were four “Yeses” and as usual, Di didn’t answer.

“It’s all or none.” quipped Keith.

“Fuck it. OK. I’m in.” was Di’s answer.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you swear before.” Kath said to Di.

“It’s the first time I’ve played Strip Poker too, so I think I’m allowed to swear.”

Some ground rules were made and it was quickly decided that each person was to have four items of clothing to gamble with. For some (like me) this had to include my sandals.

The curtains were checked and the game started. Keith and I were on opposite sides of the table. I was between Claire and Kath. Keith between Di and Glenda.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Section 2 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Keith dealt the first hand to get the ball rolling. From then on the winner got to deal, and the person with the worst hand had to remove an item of clothing.

First to win was Kath, but more important the first to lose was Glenda. Slowly she unbuttoned the front of her blouse, hamming it up a little, lent forward and removed it, dropping it on the floor behind her. We had started.

Hands were played and we were rolling along well. Everyone had lost at least one item and some more. We finally got our first topless woman. It was Kath. She was a good sport about it and removed her bra, letting her boobs fall free. Di was next to go topless. She was not as reserved as I expected and took her loss on the chin and removed her bra quickly and efficiently. They are large.

I was next to be topless, but that was nothing interesting other than I was now topless beside a topless Kath and had Claire on my other side in her knickers and bra.

Rounds continued and Kath again was a first. First to be totally naked. She remained seated and squirmed her bum around and slid of her knickers without standing. She did have the good nature to raise them up high before dropping them to the floor. Don’t for a minute think they were skimpy G-string knickers. No, like all ladies present were wearing, they were suitable comfortable, age appropriate underwear.

After this a new rule was added. For anyone removing their last item of clothing it had to be done standing up.

Then came my fateful hand. Talk about rubbish. So I had to stand and drop by my undies. I got a cheer at least and sat again.

Keith was next totally naked. He put on a little show demonstrating his imitation of a (small) helicopter. That went down well with the ladies. Laughs and giggles were had. A small amount of wine may also have been spilled.

With three of us now naked and the other three only in their knickers I thought it would be quick. But those of us already naked kept on losing. Time for some more rule changes to hurry things up. Once you lost a round, and you were naked, you were out. That sped things up a bit. It still took a few rounds, but we got Claire. She was right into it by now, and didn’t do like those before. No, she stood up turned around dropper her knickers and kicked them off. Then to cap it off, she took up a wide stance with her feet and bent right over and wiggled her bum. What a sight. Why did I think of the James Bond character “Pussy Galore”? Then she sat back down beside me.

Di and Glenda were left with their knickers on. Di was next to lose. A far more reserved dropping of her knickers. But she did it which we all appreciated. She initially tried to hide her bush with her hands, but with a little encouragement from a few of us let her hands drop away.

Di played off with Glenda and lost several times before finally beating Glenda. Glenda was a good sport and not to be out done by Claire decided that a little lap dance after removing her knickers was on. As she was next to Keith she sat sideways on his lap and wiggled a bit while draping her knickers on his head and pressing one breast into his face.

It didn’t stop there though. No. Keith made a small move. He put his arms around Glenda’s waist and planted a gentle kiss on the boob what was still right in his face.

“Cheeky… But nice.” Glenda said. “No need to stop.”

Keith didn’t need a second invitation. His hands started to roam. Glenda’s weren’t still either. It wasn’t long before they were kissing and working their hands towards to each other’s crotches.

“Let’s move to the couch.” was Keith’s suggestion. Glenda didn’t say anything and got up off his lap and lead him from the dining room table to the double couch in the lounge. She turned to look at Keith and only then noticed his erection. He sat on the couch and Glenda looked at his member at full mast and said aloud “And what should we do with this?”. I can hardly believe what she did next. Instead of sitting beside him on the couch, she knelt on the floor between his legs, which he opened when he saw what was happening, took his cock in her hands and started to give him a blow job.

I know the other four of us were, well, surprised. Keith was watching as Glenda continued to work on him. I have to say she looked very good at it too. Something she had definitely done before. Keith’s hips started to pump along with each of Glenda’s strokes. She then stopped and said “Not yet you don’t”. With that she stood and ushered him to stand too. She then lay down on the edge of the couch with her legs spread. You didn’t need to be Einstein to work out what she wanted, and Keith knew what he was to do. He knelt on the floor between her legs and slowly slid his cock into her pussy. This was so erotic. I was also as hard as a rock, sitting on my chair with the dining room table now behind me. Claire, Kath and Di had also moved their chairs from behind that table and were watching the action before us.

Poor Keith was trying to compose himself and deliver a satisfactory performance, but the action got the better of him and in about 60 seconds he came inside Glenda. Lots of grunting, thrusting and butt clenching on his behalf. We looked on as they remained motionless post coitus and watched as little Kieth lost his alertness and slowly slid out of Glenda.

Glenda has always been the most exhibitionist one of us. It was her original idea to go to the nude beach. It was her at the beach who lead the disrobing. It was also her who did the big pussy exposure by bending over in the sun shelter at the beach while preparing food. And it was also her who I had sex with in the change room at the pool. At this point she seemed to take is upon her self to take some control. Her natural leadership (bossy?) instincts came to fore. “What’s next?” she openly asked everyone.

Eyes looked around. Eyes seemed to all fixate on me. On my cock actually. Which was well and truly up standing.

“Come on. One of you three should have some idea of what you can do.” said Glenda. This was directed at the three women sitting looking at me. It still surprises me, but Di was the first to move. She came over and stood next to my chair, bent over, and slowly took hold of my cock in her hand. She was very gentle and so slowly started to stroke up and down. I think it was because Di and I had played around already in the past – [Fun in Retirement – Part 3 – Di for a Shower](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7w7sqs/fun_in_retirement_part_3_di_for_a_shower_mf/) – that she felt confident enough in herself and knew what to do.

It looked like it was our turn to do a performance for the others. With some coaxing from the others we moved over to the couch and sat beside each other. I turned to Di and gave her a gentle long kiss on the lips. She returned the kiss. I ventured in with some tongue and before I knew it we were kissing like frantic teenagers. While this was going on I was also running a hand over her body and breasts. The heat was rising, and we didn’t care about the audience. Di broke away and asked if she could try something she saw once in a movie. I tentatively agreed.

I was asked to lie flat on my back on the floor. This didn’t sound too bad at all. Actually quiet a nice position to be asked to assume by a naked woman. I should state at this moment that with all of the sexy fun I have had with Di, it has never actually included actual intercourse. Di has had very bad experiences with basically being raped by her former husband and since then has assumed that any penetrating sex is going to hurt. I never pressed the issue. Based on this I was unsure what she was going to do. Maybe she has plucked up enough courage to try sex. I was hoping so.

So there I was, lying in my back on the floor. Member at full attention, ready for action. Di stepped astride me, with her feet at my waist. She started to lower herself (with one hand on the couch keeping herself steady). Then is started to dawn on me what she was up to. Her knees came down to the carpet a little above my head and lowered her hips; she was planting her pussy on my face.

Not what I was expecting, but something I was up for. I needed to slide down a little, but once we were lined up Di lowered herself the last bit and I was able to slide my tongue in and along her all the way up to her clitoris. When I first did this I felt her tense up and lift away. Realising she was very sensitive, I knew to tone down my tongue action. She relaxed a little and lowered back down. With a more gentle approach I returned to the task I had been directed to. Not a bad task either. I placed my hands on each of her some what ample butt cheeks and proceeded to slide my tongue along her, taking care not to do too much to her clitoris. We got a good rhythm working. I moved up and forward a little, she down and back a little. By now I was “in the zone” (amongst other things), and completely unaware of the others watching. Apparently Di was the same. Later Keith told me she had her eyes closed and a far away look on her face.

As we progresses there was a slight change in positioning. Di had moved back a little and now I had her clitoris between my lips. I had enough awareness to not be over enthusiastic and keep things gentle and slow. Rolling my tongue and cupping her clit I was able to very gently keep stimulating her. I must have been doing it right because she wasn’t moving away. While doing this I also increased the massaging of her butt with my hands. We kept this us for some considerable time. Eventually Di knees gave out. The pain from kneeling got too much and she had to move. Moving forward she dropped down onto her hands and rolled off me. It was an awakening for me returning to back to reality (and light). Aware again of where I was and who else was there.

“That was fantastic.” was what what Di’s muttered as she lay on the floor. “I never…”

I offered to continue saying she could lie on her back, but she said that it was enough for now. Maybe another time.

She tried to get up but her knees were all locked up and she couldn’t straighten her legs. She look at me and said “Look what you’ve done to me.” She was smiling. I knew it was in jest. Finally circulation returned and she hobbled up and slumped into a single seat couch to recuperate. I hopped up and onto one end of the double couch.

Glenda was in full flight. I don’t know what drives her but she is the one who when she thinks it’s needed, organises.

Claire and Kath were still sitting near the card table. They were the ones in Glenda’s sights.

“One in. All in. Come on you two.” Glenda said to Claire and Kath.

Clair and Kath didn’t say anything – which is a change from normal. Glenda walked over to the two sitting in silence, reached out and took one of their hands in her hands and lead them over to my double couch. I was instructed, by *She Who Must Be Obeyed* to move to the middle and had Claire and Kath guided to sit down (tightly) beside me. No complaints from me. I’d never been sandwiched between two naked women in all my 72 years of my life before. Why did I have to wait so long? The feeling is beautiful. The softness of a woman pressed up on both side is just sumbime.

“Oh come on.” Glenda marshalled and again picked up one of each of Claire’s and Kath’s hands and roughly placed them in my lap. It should be noted here that Claire and Kath were not putting up any protest or being made to do anything against their wills, but were just not sure of what they should be doing.

That started them. I had the two of them stroking my cock. Actually Kath had rotated around more so she had both hands working my cock while Claire has playing with my balls. I felt like a king. This I could really get used to.

“Who wants to climb on?” I asked. While the hand work was nice, I really wanted to to have one of them and not to just cum on my chest.

Claire started. “Well, we have already done it before…”

“You too?” interjected Glenda. “We did it at the pool two months ago.”

“And me as well.” added Di.

“What?” said Claire and Glenda at the same time. That wasn’t something they expected to hear. Not from Di.

“Well sort of over a few weeks after he had his bathroom rebuilt when he didn’t have a shower. He used my shower. We showered together.” said Di. She didn’t explain that we hadn’t actual has penetrative sex, but it wasn’t really the time or the place to go over specifics.

“You sneaky bastard Ray. Who else have you been with?” asked Claire.

“That’s it.” I answered. “Only three since I got here.”

“Not Kath as well?” prompted Claire.

“No. Not Kath.”

“No one told me about any of this” said Kath. “You frisky old man.”

With that she opened her legs wide and placed my hand right on her pussy. I knew what this meant. She wanted to get ready before I went in. I obliged. Gently with my fingers cupped over her I started a slow and circular massage. In my palm I could feel her clitoris slowly firm up. I didn’t change or increase the rhythm. It was some time and tenderness that was all that was needed. Like a fine wine, there is no need to hurry foreplay. To add to the play I also started to kiss and lick her nipple that was closer to me. It can’t have been too bad, she took it with no complaints.

I could now feel her hard clitoris has swollen up fully and was very hard. Time for a change. Using both hands that I slid between her legs I spread her pussy open wide. All eyes were on her now.

There was an “Oh my God.” from Claire.

Without talking I prompted Kath to stand up in front of me while I remained slumped down on the couch. My legs were together and I guided Kath back so she was standing over my lap.

“Down you come when you’re ready.” I said to her.

To brace herself she put one hand on my shoulder, the other on an arm of the couch and slowly descended. When she was close she used her to steady and aim my cock. Both my hands were now on her hips guiding and bracing her. (Hey. Go easy. We’re not spring chickens any more.) Once lined up I could feel her pussy on the head of my cock. It very slowly started to slide in. I didn’t dare force anything. She lifted up a little, then slid down even more. I guess I was about one third of the way in. Again she raised herself until it almost came out, then lowered herself again. She did this several times and I could feel that she was having a little trouble getting it in, but each time she got it further in. Eventually there was enough of her lubrication covering me that it slid in and out with ease. It was a bit of a slow start, but well worth it. For someone in her early 70s she still had a nice tight pussy. Maybe the squatting she was doing had something to do with that too.

Now we were making music. Kath was able to sit on my lap and I was able to rock my hips to slide in and out of her. With a little coaxing she laid back against my chest and raised her legs off the floor. She was spread eagle on top of me holding her legs up with her hands behind her knees. What a view the others were getting. It couldn’t get any more explicit than that. Her spread wide open on her back and me working in and out from beneith.

All good things must come to an end; and I came to my end after a few minutes – deep inside Kath.

Kath let go of her hold behind her knees, letting her legs drop to the floor. She relaxed back onto me. I put my arms around her waist and stroked her tummy and breasts.

Claire returned from the bathroom with a few clean towels in her arms. “You better put these down before you sit anywhere.” as she opened and draped one on the couch beside us.

Kath got the hint, climbed off with a little help from me and sat back down. “It’s been eight years since I last did it.” she said as she sat. I leant over to her and gave her a little kiss in the lips. No words were necessary.

It ended up with all of us sitting on towels in the lounge room. We finished off two bottles of wine as we all chatted and reminisced about time and lovers past.

I love our “Supper Club”.

Ray Voit

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