I was widowed at 46. My wife was older than me by three years. No it wasn’t an older woman thing. I just loved big tits and she had them. Sex before marriage was really good or at least so I thought. Oral sex was a one way street for her. She never gave but she liked to receive so after a while I stopped giving. Every so often the sex was really good. She liked facesitting and every so often liked it doggiestyle but apart from that our sex life was, for the most part, plain vanilla. Not even French vanilla because she never tongue kissed.

Now I tell you that not because I was bitter about it, which I was, but because my sex life as a widower took off like a rocket once I got back into the dating scene.

Let me tell you about Claire. She was a research scientist. For real! I haven’t looked through this website that much apart from the movies but I can guess that most of what you might read in ‘true stories’ are just a little too wild to be true. Claire was bi. She was mostly straight but every so often she liked to swing into the lesbian side which is how I got into my first and, sadly to this point, only threesome. Claire also liked going to the better quality strip clubs in town.

She didn’t exactly drag me off to bed our first date. In fact it took a few dates and then only after some careful graduated groping. First kissing and then kissing and mild groping.