Retirement Living - Sex Stories

Retirement Living

The following is a work of pure fiction. None of these individuals exist nor did anything described actually occur even though I very much wish that some of them could.

About the time that I turned 55, I decided to take early retirement. Sharon, my wife of 15 years, also decided to quit her job. We sold our home and moved into an apartment in senior living community nearby. Although we had to downsize our possessions to squeeze into a two bedroom apartment, we would no longer have a yard or house to maintain. Our rent also included all meals in a communal dining room, so we also wound not feel the pressure to fix meals when we didn't choose to.

First, a bit of background about Sharon, she married her boyfriend in college just after they had graduated. He had a good job, but it was only after they were married that Sharon found out that he was an alcoholic and that he had a nasty temper when he was drunk. She put up with his arriving home late after work, drunk. But after he beat her so bad a couple of times that she landed up in the Emergency Room, she threw him out of their apartment, filed for a restraining order and a divorce. This meant that she also had to find a job to pay the rent and her attorney bills.

Fortunately, she was able to find a job fairly quickly that allowed her to do that. The divorce was finalized about 18 months later. After that experience, she didn't date much for a couple of years. By the time we were introduced by a mutual friend, she ...

... was about 30 and was still quite attractive. She had wavy shoulder length dark brown hair, was about 5 foot 5 inches tall and had 34B tits and a 30 inch waist.

As for me, I married my high school sweetheart when we were both half way through college. We both graduated and had good jobs, so we had a nice home in a nice neighborhood. It wasn't big or fancy, just comfortable. She was driving home from work one night after working late when she was hit by a drunk driver. He walked away, but she was killed instantly. I was crushed. Fortunately, friends and family gathered around to keep me from drowning in my grief. I threw myself into my work and started to pull out of it about a year later. I had started dating a little bit when my friends introduced me to Sharon. As for me, I am about 6 foot and weight about 180 pounds. I try to keep fit by going to the gym a couple of times a week. I am not what you would call handsome; I have more of the rugged look. Sharon and I have been married now for 25 wonderful years. I love her dearly and cannot imagine what my life would be like if I lost her as I lost my first wife.

But let me get back to our apartment. Like all apartment communities, people were moving in and out all the time. I would frequently hear movers taking furniture and boxes up and down the hall outside our apartment as people left or arrived. The majority of the residents in our area of the complex were in their 60's or 70's. About half were widows, 35% were married ...