Tim here, I lost my wife to Alzheimer’s about 4 months ago, after a 5 year battle with the disease. She was my High School sweetheart. We were married for 50 years, and raised 3 kids, had a great marriage, and a good life together. Alzheimer’s was, at least for my wife a slow progression to the end. We were still able to do a couple overseas trips, and she never lost touch with who her family was, except at the very end. During our entire marriage, and even before then we had a wonderful sex life together. She was still having orgasms when we had sex up until about 6 weeks before she passed. Her motor never stopped running. She knew her fate, and was forever grateful for the support I was able to give her. Never putting her in a Nursing Home. I dedicated my life taking care of her. She never forgot my sexual needs, and continued to suck and fuck me almost to the end.

At 71, I was not ready to give up on life. I’m in good health, and had been on Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) for at least 10 years. Truth be told I went on it to help me keep up with my wife. Once she got herself horny she could go several times a day, well into her 60’s. I remember a few times when she wanted me hard, and would blow me for a good half hour to get me going, so I could take care of her itch.

I live in an over 55 community with 160 homes. We were one of the first families to move in and had to put up with the dirt and noise from the builder for the next couple of years as they completed and sold all the homes. Almost everyone knew us, and when they set up the Home Owners Association (HOA), they asked me to be on the board. I took the job of Facilities Director, setting up the vendors who cut the grass, and plowed the snow, and a whole lot more. There is always a steady turnover of new people moving into the community, but even after I had to drop off of the board, I knew on a first name basic most of the original owners.

I had met some buddies for golf, and was returning to the mail boxes outside the clubhouse to pick up my mail. I remembered that there was a HOA election coming up, and that there were information packets in the clubhouse about the new people who were running for office. When I entered the building there was a Yoga Class in progress. Fifteen or so woman in various shape and sizes in their over stuffed yoga outfits. Some of them looked pretty fit, but some should be doubling down on the yoga classes, and weight watcher. Since I had been laying low after my wife passed, I hadn’t been around much. Mostly picking up my mail later at night to avoid answering questions about how my wife was doing from those who didn’t know she had passed. Some of the yoga ladies saw me come in and broke their poses to wave and say hi.

I had been home about two hours when I heard a text come in on my phone. It didn’t seem to be from anybody I knew, as it wasn’t even a phone number, but a five digit number address. Thinking it was political, I opened it to a beautiful video clip of a woman’s beaver fucking herself with a large dildo. There was a second clip of the same dildo being sucked on by a woman wearing a mast over her eyes. As I looked closer at the first clip my thought was, that looks like a delicious pussy. Mostly shaven with a small tuff of gray / brown hair above. The second clip again lasted only a few seconds, but enough time to see her take a good bit of the dildo down her throat. I could definitely fuck that throat. I had showered after golf, and was sitting around in a loose pair of shorts. within seconds of watching the two clips my cock was ready to jump out of my shorts. She had left a message: “Saw you at the Clubhouse got me very horny”. “Used my toys thinking of you”. Wow I’m thinking I never even spoke directly to anyone there. Just waved to acknowledge their hello’s. I’m thinking she must be in a state if that little bit of contact got her juices flowing.

So what do I do now, I’m wondering. Both clips were pretty narrow shots of her beaver and mouth. If she was gross fat I would have been able to see that around her pussy. I wrestled with the thought, is my mourning period over. Looking down at the tent my cock was making in my shorts, I decided it might be time. So now what? How do I respond to this mystery horny beaver. Then I remembered that I had a video clip on my camera role that was taken about 10 years ago, a close up of my wife’s hand jerking off me off. Catching it at the exact time I ejaculated about 3 / 4 inches into the air coming down on my wife’s hand. Along with the clip I posted : “Thanks for the hot, beautiful clips. My cock would love to replace that dildo in your mouth. “ If you want a taste of the real thing let me know”.

About a half hour went by when I received the following text. “OH my God I want to taste that. I didn’t hear anything for a few days, and was wondering what happened to my mystery beaver. About 8:00 PM my phone rang.

A female voice started telling me that I looked really good at the Clubhouse the other day. Why thanks I laughed. What little I saw of you on the videos you texted was very nice as well. In fact I would say your video was pretty hot. Who is this I asked. Not yet Tim she replied. You looked good enough for me to eat she said. I was able to get myself to several orgasm just watching your dick explode on the video. I must have watched it half the night. I bet your jizz really taste good. I airplayed it to my TV so I could watch every vain, twitch as you came on my 75 inch TV. Ok I laughed your pussy looks really delicious to. I would love to taste you I said. What are you wearing she asked. I’m sitting on my sofa with my shorts down around my angles. Wait a second I have to let go of my cock, so I can put your videos up on my TV screen. I only wish it was my dick, and not that dumb dildo down your throat. Oh big boy my finger is in my cunt as I watch you cumming on TV. So my turn what are you wearing mystery beaver? Not much she said, Black lacy bra and matching panties that are down around my knees right now. Are you rubbing your clit I asked. I wish it were my tongue licking your cunt, sucking on your clit. That would be wonderful, if I close my eyes I can feel the heat of your tongue licking me. Her breathing was getting heavy and rapid, as she worked herself up to a phone sex orgasm. What are your tits like I asked? My nipples are about the size of a half dollar, and the tits are sticking straight out now. But you still have your bra on don’t you? Yes she said my tits are so sensitive I can’t stand to have my girls out when I’m this horny. Oh I want to suck on them I said. She mumbled something as her ability to speak only between gasps for air. I asked her what she was feeling? My hips are keeping rhythm with my fingers rubbing my clit. I’m getting so warm. Hmmmm I said I want to feel you cum on my face, and bath my tongue with your cum. I want to feel your lips around my cock, as I unload the biggest load of cum all over your face. That put her over the edge, and hearing her cum on the phone put me over the edge, with both of us having phone sex orgasms together. I could hear her moaning as she dropped her phone. Oh god I heard her say, baby that feels so good, paint my face with your delicious cum. I had an empty beer glass in front of me that I used to shoot my cum into. For an old guy I put out a good size load in the bottom of the glass. I hung on the phone waiting for her to pick up again, thinking I would get her name and an invite to her house. The phone went dead, she hung up. What the Fuck. Still no clue who she was. I’m thinking to myself, she used me. I felt weird as my body came down from my orgasm. She doesn’t want a relationship, she just wants somebody to help her get off. At that point I decided not to play her game anymore if she called again looking for phone sex. I decided to send her a picture of the cum in the glass. I set it up with good lighting to be able to see the cum and how much was in the glass. Then I texted her the picture, with the following caption “this could have been all yours.