Ageing Disgracefully

Sex for older people was just never considered years ago. It was probably assumed that once you got beyond forty, you lost interest. I'm certain, that couples carried on having sex, much as they'd always done. It just didn't seem to cross the minds of many people. Or the thought of it turned their stomachs. All that dry wrinkled flesh rubbing together.

I think that the internet has done a lot to change peoples attitudes. That means that older bodies can still be seen as sexually attractive and that it is perfectly normal for people in their fifties, sixties, seventies and beyond to continue to have sex. It was the web that we turned to for just such a reason.

A bit of explanation I'm Edith, I won't tell you my age and it's rude to ask. Let's just say that I'm well beyond half way, on the four score years and ten scale. I'm married to Joe. We've been together for decades and fall in to the group who have carried on, well past forty. Anyway, like a lot of couples, from what I read in women's magazines, your sex life can fall into a routine and become stale and therefore less exciting. I don't suppose our ageing bodies add much to it. Neither of us look quite what we did when we were younger. Saggier, more wrinkly and in Joe's case more hairy. We aren't prudish but it took a bit of courage to start talking about what might be going wrong.

We started looking at articles, sex for the over fifties. They were just about useless. The gist seemed to be, it's alright to keep doing it. We knew that, since we already were. Some suggested trying new positions, for the less flexible. We'd already tried them and found them rather boring.

What our search did start throwing up, wasn't what we'd expected but was much more like it. We'd heard of pornography but never really had any contact with it. We knew about the usual, Mayfair, Playboy, Fiesta sort of magazines. You couldn't visit a newsagent without noticing them. However, from our perspective, they were for young men to whack one out. Joe assured me that he had. Not for us. We know that sex shops exist and that there was a chance of picking up something more explicit. Neither of us were brave enough to visit one. Besides, what if someone saw us going in or coming out. The thought of being able to access that sort of materiel in the privacy of your own home was better.

Better still was the variety that was available. Not just young fit men and women. Women and women, men and men and a boon to us, was the sheer volume of mature and granny porn, in pictures and videos. When we first found it, we were sat at the dining table with our laptop. After a while we looked at each other and started giggling. We'd both been rubbing ourselves, over our clothes. Starting to watch porn at our age seemed a little odd but not as odd as some people making it, at our stage of life or beyond. We began to ask ourselves whether these people had always taken films or pictures of themselves, or whether technological advances had made it so easy, that anyone could do it. Why having taken the films, did people put them out there for people to see?

What we noticed was, that some sites had a voting system and others allowed comments on the videos and photos. Some of the contributors even responded to the comments. We began giving thumbs up to things we liked and even adding comments but there was no way either of us would have put our bodies on display like they did.

Some of the couples were less than photogenic. Far fatter, flabbier and wrinkly than us. Although, they seemed to enjoy what they were doing. We were glad they were having a good time but they weren't what we enjoyed watching. There were a few couples who we particularly liked the look of. Old but still relatively fit. No big flabby bellies but other parts of their bodies might have been on the larger side. We began leaving comments, as well as trying to replicate some of the things they did.

Now this was a bit more like it, than dry old articles. People like us, doing what we wanted to see and do. If they could manage it, there was a good chance we could too. Joe was all in favour of us making some film.

"Just for us." He said.

I wasn't having that. Not yet. Perhaps never. I wasn't sure I'd ever be comfortable, to be exposed to the world like that. Once it's out there, you can't put it back in the box. Who knows who will get to see it? I made a counter offer. No videos or photos but I'd be willing to try some to the other stuff he'd seen and wanted to try. However, watching them and doing them aren't the same. Trying some of what we saw, almost had us falling off the bed.

Joe is one of those men who can't sit still for more than a couple of minutes. He has to be doing something, not just relaxing. He has countless hobbies, to take up the time where he would previously have been working. Golf, fishing, watching football matches, you get the picture. It was while he was out doing these, that I started up a correspondence with Deena. She and her husband were one of the couples we watched. They responded to comments more than some of the others. I knew already that there was no chance of bumping into them. They are in Florida and we are in the UK. Anonymity gave me a bit of a brave pill. I mentioned things that I never have said to anyone in person. For the time being, I wasn't telling Joe what I was up to.

From Deena's point of view, they'd been in a similar position to us. Decades of familiar sex. Although, they'd always taken photos for their own benefit. Something we hadn't. She liked posing, a bit more of an exhibitionist than me. It wasn't until the technology became cheap and easy to use, that they started filming. That is when they'd begun to look for things that gave their films the spice their sex life had been lacking. I couldn't ever see myself doing all of the things they had filmed. For instance, Joe has never seen me taking a pee. The thought of him filming that isn't something I could cope with. Deena and Trent had brought other people into their films, other old couples and even a couple of young men. One of them, a black man with the most enormous willy. Joe was really excited by that. Deena was too but told me, that it was her choice, not Trent's. Don't be pushed into things you aren't comfortable with. I'd never be comfortable with something that size. I'd love to see and feel one but doing anything else with it wasn't on the cards.

The conversations continued, with the time difference, I'd send my messages in the afternoon or early evening. Deena would reply but I wouldn't get to see her responses until the following day.

While all of this was going on, we carried on trying a few of the things we'd watched. As with almost falling off the bed, not everything went as we'd hoped. Some of the things we loved, others were alright, some, one or other of us didn't go much on. The thought of them was a lot more exciting than the reality of actually achieving them but at least we tried. A case in point is men shooting their spunk. Seeing them cum inside a woman is alright but watching it come out is better. I've always liked watching Joe do it. On the negative side, it is messy. Having him pull out, needs something to clean me up. I don't like getting it on my face and particularly in my hair. Joe was keen but understands my dislike. The same goes for doing it up the bum. We love watching it. We quite like doing it but the aftermath can be dirty, messy and not at all sexy.

I'm enjoying some of the new positions we've seen. One of our favourites is what we call riding horsey but looking at the video titles, is actually called cowgirl. It's nice for me to be in control and to get the depth of penetration I like. Unbeknown to me, it too had a downside and it was my fault. Not that something similar hadn't happened before, when Joe was doing his stuff. I was going at it enthusiastically, and getting close to an orgasm. A momentary lapse of control and I went too high and straight back down. The whole length of his willy went straight up my unprepared bum. His first thought, I was cumming because I was shaking. That soon went as the pain in his dick was almost as bad as the one from my hole. Unable to move and clamped tight. We had to wait nearly half an hour before everything eased up. By which time both of us were getting cold and a bit scared, that we'd be stuck like it. It's not the first time he's gone in there by accident but it's the first time it had all tensed up.

So, our sexual experimentation wasn't entirely successful or without risk. That goes for the risk of harm. As you get older, any injury you sustain, always seems to take longer to heal than it did when we were younger.

Things were moving on, not always successfully but that is just what life is like. You might think something is going to be great, only to find out that it isn't. We're old enough and have experienced enough, inside the bedroom and out, to just accept that as the way of the world.

What changed things for us, was an accidental discovery. We get on well with out next door neighbours, although they are quite a bit younger than us. We keep an eye out for each other, taking in parcels and looking after the keys to each other's houses, during holiday times. Just in case, there is an emergency, burst pipes or something similar. This summer, they were were going hiking along the Pennine Way. Their son, Josh, home from university had no desire to go with them. Kathy asked me if I'd make sure that he was alright. Not eating too much junk food, not holding wild parties and not burning down the house. I agreed and even said I'd take round the occasional home cooked meal.

All went as expected for the first few days. Most of the time, we left him alone. He isn't a little child, a nineteen year old young man. I cooked him a meal, although, there were pizza boxes in the kitchen. It was the fifth of the ten days that things took an unexpected turn. I'd been shopping and while I was there, had bought some supplies for Josh. I didn't think he'd do much for himself. Letting myself in, I carried the two bags towards the kitchen. Sat in the lounge, just about to pull down the tab of his trouser zip was Josh. On the large TV, Kathy sucking on Jim's dick. Josh scrambled for the TV remote and turned it off.

"Don't tell mum and dad, please."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you caught me watching them."

"Do you like watching? I do."

He looked totally thrown by that. Why would a grey haired, old, next door neighbour like watching sex? That must have been the sort of thought going through his mind.

"Going to turn it back on?"

He looked hesitant. I took the remote control and pressed play. Watching the sort of thing we did online is one thing, seeing people you know having sex is totally different. I was in the wrong as much as Josh but he was no more likely to tell Kathy and Jim than I was. We watched as she finished her blowjob, holding back from letting him cum. She held on to the worktop by the kitchen sink as Jim fucked her from behind, setting her tits swinging as I knew mine did. Josh was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. I'd interrupted his fun but I don't think he felt comfortable finishing it off with me there. The clip finished and the screen went black.

"Is there much of this?" I asked.

"Quite a lot. They aren't too quiet or very careful. I don't know if they realise. I couldn't help myself."

I went to the kitchen to put away the shopping I had for him. Having a good look at the worktop by the sink. Back in the lounge, I gave Josh a smile.

"I'll leave you to finish what you were about to start. Same time tomorrow?"

He didn't answer and I left before he had time to think of a response. At this point, I didn't let on to Joe. I wasn't sure how he would react. He often plays golf with Jim, so they spend a lot of time together. My first thought was to run it past Deena.

"Sounds like fun. Don't rush things or push too far. Young men can be sensitive. If he's alright with it, watch along and let him decide if there is anything else he wants."

That was going to be difficult. Kathy and Jim were only going to be away for ten days and five of them had already gone. Leaving Joe, mowing the grass and taking some garden waste to the tip, I made my way next door. Josh was actually waiting for me. On the low table by the sofa a pile of DVD's.

"Are all of those your mum and dad?"

"A lot of them but some are things I think they've downloaded."

He picked one at random. Kathy and Jim doing sixty nine with him on top. He paused for a bit, pushed a dildo into her and then resumed his licking. Even with a dick in her mouth when she came, I saw what Josh meant about loud. We had time for one more before Joe got back. Not them. Something like we watch. An older couple. Not as old us us but older than Kathy and Jim. The woman tied face down on the bed and fucked really hard. I had to ask.

"Do you wank while you're watching?"

He said nothing for over a minute.

"I'll take that as a yes. I'd be surprised if you didn't we do and don't look like that, even old people masturbate."

By day seven, I'd run out of reasons to go next door, without telling Joe. I had to tell him. He was beside himself. Unlike my previous visits, I knocked on the door, which seemed to confuse Josh. I didn't just want to burst in, with Joe in tow. I wanted to ask for permission. Did it seem odd, asking the son of our neighbours if we could watch his parents fucking? Of course it did. Him giving permission, didn't seem to sit any easier with him. Then why would it. Having two oldies sat with you, while you watch your parents at it, can't be easy. In reality, we had him over a barrel. He didn't want to be found out, so he didn't really have an option. We made an appointment for three, the following afternoon. I wanted him to have a bit of time. If he changed his mind, we'd respect that. Like Deena had said, the next step would be on his terms.

We hadn't heard from him, so we assumed it was alright for us to go ahead. We let ourselves in. Josh was on the sofa, the DVD's on the table alongside what looked to be a glass of whisky.

"Dutch courage?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Nothing to be worried about."

"Thank you for this." Joe said.

If I'd known what Joe was planning, I'm not certain I'd have been so grateful. We watched a couple of videos of our neighbours. They like having sex every bit as much as we do. You couldn't really call them great to look at. Just like us, average people, with all of the usual lumps bumps and everything else that makes us who we are. I was sat between Joe and Josh as we watched. During the second clip, I almost said something, as Joe unzipped his trousers and started to have a wank, as Jim did Kathy doggy style on the rug, which was just a few feet from where we were sat. Josh took a quick look but didn't follow suit.

When the clip ended, Joe just blurted it out.

"Want to watch us do that?"

"Joe!"

"Josh has shared Kathy and Jim with us. We should share something with him in return."

Joe had continued to keep himself hard, even after the video had stopped. Now he was getting undressed. I'm not sure Josh would have wanted to see that.

"Come on Edie, put him out of his misery. I bet he's been wanting an eyeful for days."

He only calls me Edie when he wants something. Otherwise it is Edith. I wasn't certain that Josh would want to see that either. Long grey pubic hair isn't most peoples turn on. Neither are saggy empty boobs with big, dark wrinkly nips. It hasn't put Joe off but Josh is a young man, not an old bloke. I tried not to think about it too much, trying to block out the situation and concentrate on Joe. Doing my best to put myself where Kathy had, Joe knelt behind me, rubbed some of his juices on me and started to go for it. That set my saggy hangers swaying in Josh's direction. All it took was a couple of minutes of that, before he took out his cock and started to wank. About a minute after that, he shot his spunk, loads of it. It went everywhere, on his shirt, his trousers and a couple of big blobs on his hand.

"That's it lad. Good for you." Joe said.

Kathy had cum using a small vibrator as Jim did it. I had to rely on my fingers and Joe pumping into me. It took a lot longer for both of us than it had for Josh.

"Want a go, Josh?" Joe asked.

"JOE!"

"What? If he's anything like I was at his age, he'll be good to go again already."

I didn't have much chance of reacting. Joe had his hand in the small of my back. Josh stood, his erection poking out of his trouser fly. He took Joe's place.

"Don't put it in her bum without asking."

That was one comment too far.

"We are not doing that."

"Looks like anal isn't on the cards today." Joe said.

I don't think Josh was at all bothered about that. He also didn't seem to be worried that Joe had already cum inside me. Joe, still kneeling, moved beside me, hand under my belly, he began diddling my clitty. At least Josh was lasting longer than he did for his first spunk shot. Joe was urging him to hold off until I'd cum. Not as loud as Kathy had been but he heard me. Probably more likely, he felt me. He was going berserk, shoving in hard and jerking as he emptied his stuff into me.

"Nice one Josh." Joe said.

Although, I'd had no idea this was going to happen but I had to agree. It was a nice one. I now knew what excited Deena about a young man. Released by the pair of them, I clenched and waddled naked to the downstairs toilet. It might not be as messy as having it on you but that was two loads, which I let drip out. I sat there for several minutes. Not just to wipe up but to think about what we'd done. I was supposed to be making sure Josh didn't come to any harm. Instead, we'd corrupted him. Or that is how I was seeing it. By the time I got back into the lounge the two of them were dressed and looking in my direction.

"Not bad for a saggy old bird, is she?" Joe asked.

"Edith, your were awesome."

"I might have been but it's a bit uncomfortable having you two gawping it me."

I put my clothes back on. Josh offered us some of his dad's whisky but we settled for tea. We need a lot more time to recover than we used to. My mind was still churning round. Watching the videos hadn't exactly felt right but it was doing no harm, providing Kathy and Jim never found out. I could only presume that Josh would be careful that didn't happen. I wasn't going to tell. I swore Joe to secrecy. It would be more difficult for him. he spent a lot of time with Jim, who sometimes hinted about,

"Had a great time last night." With a wink.

He never shared the details but the suggestion was the he and Kathy had partaken of a particularly good session. Joe had just nodded, and smiled, when that happened. Now, there was a lot more at stake. My participation in the subsequent discussion was limited. Josh seemed keen to learn more about us.

"Do you really do it in the bum? I've not seen mum do that."

"I'm sure she'd be really glad about that." Was one of my few comments.

I prayed that Joe didn't divulge some of our less successful incidences. He didn't. Just a bit of advice on how and when to do it, if he got the chance.

Over the remaining days before, Kathy and Jim returned, Josh actually spent nearly all of his time in our house. He showed Jim how to use all the functions on his mobile phone. Almost inadvertently, Jim had got almost what he wanted. Rather than video of us, he was getting films of me with Josh. My concerns now, not that the videos would end up online, more that his parents would find out. I can't say that I didn't enjoy the sex, all of us did. Josh got more sex in a couple of days, than he'd probably had in his life to that point. Joe filmed me sucking him off until he came in my mouth. I did some riding horsey but more carefully than I had been with Joe. On the final day, I did let Josh put it in my bum. He's not quite as big as Joe but I was glad when he came almost at once. Joe was more restrained than I thought. He'd wait until he finished taking the pictures and film before either having a wank or getting me to suck him off.