1. Taking a chance


    Date: 11/7/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: Robert0909, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    My marriage had been celibate for years. After our daughter was born, my wife had lost interest in sex. I'd suggested she see our doctor about it, but she felt too embarrassed. She never wanted more than a cuddle. Don't get me wrong, I supported her decision to stop working to raise kids. She was a good mother, and she kept a clean tidy home, tending to my other domestic needs, while I worked all hours. I'd 'played away' a couple of times, but never looked for a relationship. And now I am no longer in the spring of youth, or as slender as I had been! I'd started 'chatting' to Marion a year before on an online game site we both played. We got on well, and gradually learned more about each other. As our messages became more private, she explained she was a widow, just retired from government service, and had no intention of marrying again, but did miss intimacy. She said she did not want to break up anybody's relationship either. Her own kids were grown and had left home. So she now had more time to pursue her own interests. She did not want to spend her days as Mum's Taxi, or just Grand-baby sitting! Finally we exchanged photos, and I told her that she had looked after herself well, not to mention that a tall, slim blonde was unusual for a senior citizen! I knew from our talks that she was bright intellectually (had a good business degree), and was well travelled. She was kind enough to suggest that I looked like 'her taste' in men. I hesitated, asked her not to be offended, ...
    and asked if she would like to meet and see if we had 'chemistry' in person. No promises, no expectations, just an afternoon of frolic perhaps? There was a long pause on the phone, then she said, 'If we meet somewhere halfway, new to both of us, with no promises?' I agreed and suggested Bristol. She said 'perfect' and we agreed to a date. I booked a room at a good hotel, and a couple of weeks later found myself on the motorway, hoping to share a bed with a woman I'd never even shaken hands with. Was she a stalker? A serial killer? A blackmailer? Was she going to come at all? Was I being really stupid? I was in a suit, as she had told me once that she felt a gentleman should wear a suit for a meeting, and she loved the look. I arrived, parked, and checked in. There was no sign of her car, but I was thirty minutes early, so I had a cup of tea (very British!) to calm down. Shortly, her car arrived, and I politely greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. She was dressed in jeggings with a light ivory wool jersey. She wore a thin gold chain around her neck. She was exactly like her picture. Her eyes were searching my face for emotion and relaxed at what she saw. I told her I had checked in, but offered her a drink as I saw her hands shaking before she hid them. We sat in the bar while she had her wine. She told me that she rarely drank, as it was not advised with her thyroid medication. But for a change, hotel wine was not bad at all! We agreed we were both as nervous as first date ...
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