(_|_) Fun in the Retirement Village – Alice’s Birthday [MF]

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 the most difficult one I have written. I didn’t know whether to put the last two paragraphs in, or leave them out. Obviously I decided to leave them in.

My wife died around 3 years ago now but I still keep her reminders in my calendar for her. I can’t delete them. They are memories of times gone by. She was hopeless at remembering her friends birthdays so when I found out some I put them in my calendar with a few days notice to remind her to get a card.

A few weeks ago one of these birthdays popped up on my phone. It was Alice’s birthday in 3 days time. Alice was my wife’s best friend. I hadn’t seen Alice since my wife’s funeral and thought I’d just drop her an email saying Happy Birthday.

Alice replied very quickly after she received it telling me how she was, how her family was, how the dog and cat were. Usual stuff when catching up. One question she had was where had I moved to. She had driven past our old house not long ago and saw there was another family living there now. I gave her my new address and phone number and we exchanged a few more emails finally deciding on meeting up for lunch the following day.

A bit of a background on Alice. She is still married. Her husband is now getting very old; many years of half a dozen beers every night has taken its toll. When she was younger my wife used to tell me about all of the affairs she used to have during the day while her husband was at work. I used to hear some great stories about her. Stories of her with both man and women. Sometimes both at once. Sometimes quite a few at at a time. She used to be into the swingers scene when she was in her 40s and 50s.

The next day we met up at a cafe near by for lunch. The usual pleasantries were exchanged and we caught up about friends and family. We also talked about my wife which I still find difficult.

Alice eventually asked a more leading question. She asked if I had found anyone who I “liked”. I said there was a small group of us that we called the “Supper Club” that met up regularly. How it revolved around weekly lunches at our units in the village and there were four woman and two men in the group.

This wasn’t the answer Alice wanted. She probed more… “Are any of these ladies… Special?”

“In what way?” I innocently asked.

“In a romantic way?” Alice’s probing continued.

“You want to know if I’m getting any don’t you?” I asked.

“Yes.” was the straight reply. “Are you?”

“Yes.” I said with a smile.

“Well who is she?” I was asked

“Who’s who?” I answered back to string Alice along. I could see she was now very curious.

“Who you are sleeping with dummy.”

“Well. That depends.” I answered still skipping around the facts.

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on circumstances.”

“Oh come on. Just tell me.” she asked as she was getting a little frustrated.

“Well, there was Claire first few times. Then Di on and off for a while. Glenda once. The Kath. Too.”

“That’s four. You’ve been at the village for just under a year and you’re done it with four women!” Alice responded. “And I thought you would be lonely.”

“You have to tell me more. I know your wife told you about my old love life.”

“Not here. No way. Not with people around.” I answered. “You can come back to my place if you hear more.”

I knew she couldn’t refuse this. It was too much of a carrot. She knew the retirement village I lived in, and I gave her the number if we got separated on the drive back.

She didn’t get lost and followed be to my unit and parked nearby in a visitors car park. We went inside and I gave Alice a very quick tour. There isn’t much to take in on a two bedroom unit.

We sat at the table in the dining area and Alice was straight into it. “So what couldn’t you tell me in the cafe?”

I hadn’t told anyone in person about the fun I had been having since I moved to the retirement village other that anonymously here on Reddit. {[Previous Stories](https://www.reddit.com/user/rayvoit/posts/)} And all I had heard about Alice’s sex life I thought it would be great to tell someone on person.

So over the next hour or so I went through the multiple trips to the nude beach. The drives in the country with Claire. Fun in her backyard. The fun with my neighbour Di. The shenanigans at the pool in the change room with Glenda (twice now). The card game and group fun with Kath.

I got asked all sorts of questions. Alice sure was inquisitive. Not shy in the least. I was even asked what food was cooked at our Supper Club afternoons by whom.

“Well. You’ve been a busy man here.” Alice said as the questioning came to an end. “Well. It’s time fo me to go. I have to start dinner for Dale.” (her husband).

With that she stood and walked to the door. I followed. We said the usual parting things like we will have to keep in contact, etc. I’d opened the door and as she was leaving we had a quick platonic hug and a kiss. But I gave her a little extra. A quick one-handed squeeze on one bum cheek. That was enough to change the mood of the good bye hug. From the friendly hug it changed into a more intimate hug. Neither of us backed down. I smiled. She smiled. I held her closer. She moved in closer. We kissed again. This time it was a passionate kiss.

“Lets do it before we get cold feet.” I said.

With that we went to my bedroom.

No talking was needed. Clothes were coming off and the blankets pulled down on the bed. I could see that Alice still had her Brazilian. I’d never seen it before, but my wife had told me about it.

We met again on the bed. It was all hands, feeling an kisses.

“You still looks the same.” Alice said looking at my hard cock.

What? She’d never seen me naked before. What was she talking about looking the same? She could see the puzzled look on my face.

“Your wife had shown me pictures from before you were married.” Alice said.

I was silent, thinking… Pictures? Before we were married? That was over 40 years ago… I said nothing.

“Polaroids.” and held up her hands showing the size of a Polaroid picture.

Then it came back to me. Before we were married we went away for a weekend to a cottage. While there we each took a few pictures of each other naked with my Polaroid camera. (For those too young, these were instant photo cameras that the photo developed in just a few minutes.) I’d forgotten all about them. I had last seen them probably a few weeks after they were taken. My wife had kept them all this time.

Alice told me that the last time she saw them was about five years ago. I had no idea my wife had kept them. I also had no idea that she had shown Alice. Apparently Alice first saw them not long after we were married and saw them several more times. She remembers there were nine photos. Five of me and four of my wife. Apparently my wife loved showing these to Alice.

I understood now what Alice meant by “You still looks the same.”

She put her hand around my cock and put it in her mouth.

Oh my… Was she magic. I have never received a blow job like that before. She used a lot of saliva and went down very deep on me. After a few times she was able to get me completely into her mouth. I could feel the back of her throat. Yes, it was the real “Deep Throat” deal. I could have taken this all afternoon. (Well probably not. I wouldn’t last that long.)

I asked her to stop before it was all over and said it was my turn to return the favour. She rolled onto her back, stacked the two pillows under under her head and lay there with her hands behind her head. Now there’s a woman who’s confident in her body.

I lay beside her and gently started to play with her large nipples. They were the biggest I have ever seen (in real life). Giants. My hand was wandering across her boobs from nipple to nipple. Cupping under some times. Gently stroking over other times. I saw her close her eyes.

Rolling over I started to kiss her on the top of her chest and worked the kisses down and across her boobs to her nipples. It turns out she has sensitive nipples and would giggle and block me if I licked or sucked them too vigorously.

I knelt up and started kissing her on her upper tummy and worked down and around until I got down to her landing strip. Gesturing for her to open her legs a bit, she raised her knees and spread them wide.

Presented like that there is only one things to do. (Although I did think a camera was a good second option.) I lay down with my nose touching her little landing strip and gently started with my tongue. First up and down her labia, then round and round her clit.

I must have been doing it right. I remember her hands ending up on the back of my head.

I continued on. Now has my tongue sliding up between her labia while my upper lip and tongue worked her clit. She pressed my head in a little firmer. So I worked my tongue and lips a little harder and faster. She reacted by rocking her hips in time.

The more I stimulated her, the more she reacted. I could feel her getting faster. So I increased my speed to match. I was licking and sucking, she was rocking and pressing my head in more.

Then it happened. Her breathing stopped. Her thighs closed around my head. She started to shake. She was having an orgasm. I continued on, slowing my pace. But keeping her on point. I didn’t stop until she gently lift my head from between her legs.

I moved up and again lay beside her, running my fingers up and down her arm and across her chest and tummy. She told me that was the first orgasm someone had given her in years.

We rolled onto our sides and faced each other. Hands were still wandering. She felt I was still hard. Without saying a word she moved, placing both pillows on top of each other in the centre of the bed and lay across them face down with them under her hips with her legs spread a little.

“Take me.” she said.

I Lay gently on top of her and felt her hands between her legs guide my into her pussy. This is probable my favourite position. Once I am in I like to spread my legs wider than the woman’s and them press them together. It tightens things up a little. Also like this I can control myself better, and pause when I feel I need to. I also believe that in this position my cock rubs up more against te front of her vagina, somewhere the near the mythical G-Spot. It’s a win-win position. The only difficulty is it gets harder as we age as bugger bums and stomachs make deep penetration a challenge.

Fortunately, our combined stomach and bum sizes were not to big and we were able to spend a lovely time gently grinding out a lovely rhythm.

I whispered in her ear that I wasn’t going to last much longer and she said “When you’re ready…”

Soon I came inside her. There was some heavy breathing and shuddering from me. After that we just lay there. Me on top of her. Neither or us moving. Taking in the post coital glow.

Eventually guilt got to me. I must have been squashing her in our slumber. Rolling off I lay beside her and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips. We both smiled.

“I better get home to Dale.” She finally said as she started to get up.

Quickly I went and got her a towel. I didn’t think she should go home with the “scent of love”. Hubby would probably get a little unhappy.

Alice showered and dresses quickly, then left saying we should meet up again soon.

As Alice was leaving she told me the photos were in an orange envelope with other envelopes and cards. I knew what she was talking about. My wife had kept a lot of the cards I had given her for birthdays, anniversaries, Valentines Day and Christmas.

After Alice left I went straight to where I kept these old cards and found the orange envelope. I opened it and yes, the photos from over 40 years ago were still there. I cried a lot that night. Those pictures were taken on the evening I proposed to my then future wife.

Ray Voit

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b445ak/fun_in_the_retirement_village_alices_birthday_mf