How it Happened. - Sex Stories

How it Happened.

I never imagined that this is how I would met my lover, I always though we would reach for the last cross lettuce together in the veg isle of a well known supermarket, or, we would reach for the same best seller novel in the local lending library, or, I would trip up spilling my groceries and he would be there to catch me then help me reload my bags, in each scenario I would experience a jolt that stirred my inner self causing me to look around and be swallowed up in his pale blue eyes, knowing then that my quest for the holy grail had been successful. I had spent many hours, many days and months searching various dating websites, but, too many just wanted to show me their cock, I hardly got to see their faces let alone their whole bodies, I wanted a body I could caress, nipples to suck on, necks to kiss, I reasoned that if these were available then more intimate sexual activity would follow. Who ever we are, we carry baggage built up over time some from our early teenage period, mine has been built up layer by layer over sixty years, and mine was both physical and mental. I now have AMD (Age Related Macular Degeneration) so I can not get around being not allowed to drive a car, so potential lovers need to be mobile and visit me, there were many who did but found the travelling for necessary courtship exhausting. My mental baggage has to do with not recognising the signs that pass between people, like when a persons eyes dilate, which most people who recognise as a ‘come on’ ...

... signal, what inner chemical deficiency did I have that I failed to respond to these signals so keeping me a virgin until my seventy seventh year. Then there was my wife, who felt that each suitor needed to have her approval before any intimacy could occur, of course we would go out together, not with my wife, and enjoy some companionship, theatres, art galleries, cinemas and of course restaurants, but, they all got bugged by the constant probing by my wife. All this time I would rely on the euphoria achieved when experiencing the climax due to a session of masturbation, it still amazes me, that I can still ejaculate streams of cloudy fluid. We live in an Old Lincolnshire Farmhouse, it is rural, it is remote, it is flat, they talk of 90% sky, we see the same few cars pass the house each day, we know who drives them and as there is only about four further farmhouses along the lane, traffic is very light. The farmhouse was bought when no one wanted to take on dilapidated farm buildings and renovate them, but we did just that. This farmhouse has four bedrooms, two lounges, two toilets, some, might say that it is too much for just me and my wife, but we are quite content, ok, it takes some looking after but that keeps us occupied. I have a number of hobbies, which means its in the barn where you’ll find me most evenings, well, that is until recently, because I now have a lover, where he lives and how we met shook me a bit, my now regret is that we did not meet years ago. My wife ...