Senior Sex: Book Three

By Reese Cantwell

The first story, When I’m Bad, I’m Better, tells of a widow who has never explored her sexual side, hardly even knew she had one. But that changes when she meets another woman her age who seeks out younger men for her bed. Read what happens when they team up.

Next is Her Best Birthday Ever, a story of a couple’s gift for their widowed neighbor as they bring her a cake and themselves for her birthday. Then, Lessons At Poolside, describes a forty-something woman out by the pool when she realizes that her bikini top has slipped, exposing a nice, pink nipples to the young man who was sitting across from her. She decides to leave it that way and you can read just what happens.

Sensual Seniors, our final story, is the story about a man who works for a chain of retirement villas and finds that he is in high demand by some of the female residents. Oh, fun.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reese Cantwell
• Release date: Jun 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301102778

Reese Cantwell

I know why we all love to read naughty stories and I write them just so you can have that special intellectual, emotional, and, yes, physical pleasure that is its own special reward from reading stories that arouse and excite.I have now listed over 450 of my books that have gained 4- or 5-star reviews from my readers from my sales sites and Goodreads to help you easily find them (https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/47898). Of course, there remain a great number of my books, though, that have gone unreviewed so there are certain to be many others which are waiting to be discovered. Happy reading.You can share your experience with the author at [e-mail] can follow my blog at: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7266932.Reese_Cantwell/blog

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Senior Sex

Book Three

by

Reese Cantwell

Copyright 2013 Reese Cantwell

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Table of Contents

Story 1: When I'm Bad I'm Better

Story 2: Her Best Birthday Ever

Story 3: Lessons At Poolside

Story 4: Sensual Seniors

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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Story One

When I'm Bad I'm Better

You would think that being a sixty-eight-year-old woman, I would have learned how to be good a long time ago. But it's been learning how to be bad that's been all the fun. I just never knew.

Chapter 1

Before I start, let me explain what the title of my story means. It's from Mae West, the sultry, sex movie siren of years ago who said, When I'm good I'm very, very good but when I'm bad I'm better.

Now before you go too far, I need to tell you about myself and how I came to be the person I am today.

First, age: I'm sixty-eight years old. So you won't find my photos in Playboy, not by a long shot. Once I might have made the grade but back then I never, never would have modeled that way. Oh, not at all.

Second, looks. Well, I just said I was pretty nice back when I was younger. In my younger years, up until just a year or so ago, there were just five men who had ever seen my body; the doctor who delivered me, my husband on our wedding night and three other doctors I've had over the years.

So, what was I like back in those days, dating, engaged, first married, all the way up to and past when my husband Bert passed away? I can tell you that I was raised by parents that I've since wondered how they even had me. Sex was not only never discussed openly, it was made into the worst thing one could ever do. All forms of sex were dirty and sinful, it was best just avoided in their view.

I spent my time before marriage removing boys' hands from my breasts until I finally found Bert who seemed content to wait until we were married.

With him, I know now that he wasn't a very imaginative lover; I can't remember him ever doing it any way except in the missionary position and we did that once or twice a month. Anything oral, to him or to me, never happened. Bert was always the one who initiated sex and that wasn't often as I've said.

As far as orgasms went, or climaxes as I knew them, I had my first one two years after we were married. I was really not expecting it but our sex that night seemed different somehow. That difference wasn't in how Bert did it, I really never was sure exactly what it was but something felt different. Anyway, I had an orgasm and it was quite nice. I know now that it was on the low end of the 'Richter Scale' of orgasms but with nothing to compare it to, it was quite lovely.

I began having three or four a year until our sex began to diminish in our forties and fifties. Did I take matters into my own hands, so to speak? I'd never masturbated until after Bert had died, not ever, not once. Yes, it's true, never.

You must be wondering if my life stayed that way or if I began to discover the rich world of sexual pleasure. Thankfully, it was the latter and it was a friend, a woman friend, who helped me discover what was inside myself all those years.

Now you might be thinking that I was seduced by a lesbian and that really isn't exactly what happened. Here's the story of my discovery of the deeply sexual side of my nature.

After Bert died, I decided to rent out part of my house to help provide some income and, I hoped, gain some companionship as well. So, I put a notice up in our local grocery store bulletin board and got a call from Judy Martin.

I liked her the minute we met. She was trim and brunette with short bobbed hair and a nice figure. She was near my age; I was sixty-three at the time, she was sixty-five. The deal was made and she moved in the next week.

We found that we had several interests in common, cooking being one of them and often planned meals together, ending up dining rather well. It was over one of our first meals together that the topic of sex came up.

I hope you didn't hear me last night, Alicia, I got rather rowdy at the end, she blurted out as she was pouring us more wine.

To show you how low sex was on my radar, I asked her what she was rowdy about. I know, I feel stupid now but….

"Oh, it's this new vibrator I've got, it's really a doozy. It really gave me a big