17 comments/ 75514 views/ 5 favorites Swinging Seniors By: DG Hear I thought it was just going to be another summer, just another season going by in my life. I'm Ben Brown and have been a widower for three years now since my wife passed away. I loved her and did all I could do to help her through her sickness. We were married for eight years before cancer took its toll on her. It wasn't until after her death that I learned a lot about her past that I wish I had never found out. That's another story I need to tell sometime. I needed to move away and try to start over, which is rough to do when you're sixty-two and alone. I married when I was young the first time and needed to grow up but Mary got pregnant so I did what I thought was right. She lost the baby when she was around four months pregnant. We really didn't have a whole lot of anything else holding us together and we divorced within the year. I became an over the road truck driver and I liked the life of being able to do my own thing. I was like a sailor with a woman in every port. If it ever got beyond sex, I'd stop seeing them. I wasn't marriage material even though I liked kids. After twenty-five years on the road, it became old and I wanted to settle in one place. I applied for a job driving truck in Ohio where it was daily routes and I could sleep in the same bed every night. The money was less but I didn't have any money problems. I had saved and invested over the years and I had insurance, so all was well. That's when I met June at a singles meeting. We hit it off and before long, only a couple of months, I asked her to marry me. She hesitated at first but then said yes and we flew to Las Vegas to tie the knot. We really didn't know a lot about each other but at that point we figured we had the rest of our life to learn. Life seemed good till they discovered the cancer. The sickness and treatments took its toll and eventually she died. After her death, I sorted through her things and gave most of it to her daughter and granddaughter. I couldn't live in our condo anymore and moved out to a senior housing facility. I figured the change would do me good. I no longer had to cut the grass or worry about upkeep of the building. This was an upper class (expensive) retirement home. Each apartment had its own kitchen and two bedrooms and living room. The units were unfurnished so I brought in my own comfy old furniture. Each apartment had a nice porch overlooking the scenic area and complex. The retirement home was for people fifty-five or older who were in fairly good health. There was a nurse on staff but it wasn't a nursing facility. It had a huge pool and hot tub as well as an exercise room with a sauna. A restaurant on the premises served breakfast and a combination of lunch and dinner in the late afternoon. The meals were a very reasonable price and I was surprised at how good the food was. It was quite a facility and guests could come for dinner or even a swim. Many invited their children and grandchildren over for an afternoon. You had to be an invited guest to attend any activities at the center. I really had no one since the death of June. I saw less and less of her daughter and granddaughter. There were always activities going on at the center. There were bus trips to see shows, movies, museums, and many other things. I met a number of men at the center and we played chess, checkers, and even pool and billiards. I liked swimming and did a couple of laps each day for exercise. I didn't want to become any softer or flabbier than I already was. A majority of the members of Winsor Wood Place, that's the name of the home, were married. But I also met some that were single. Madge was one of them. She was a looker with a pleasant personality. At dinner one evening, she sat next to me and we introduced ourselves and talked a little about our families. Madge said her husband had died two years before and her daughter convinced her to move into Windsor Wood Place. She said it was the best move she had ever made. She was fifty-eight but looked more like forty-eight. As we talked, she asked me if I was going to join the Swinging Seniors. Needless to say, it took me by surprise and I know my jaw dropped open. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said and she began laughing. She had such a pretty smile. "I'm sorry; I thought you knew about our dance club. It's about a mile down the road. It's not connected in any way to Windsor Wood but a lot of the members who live here belong. It got it's name because it's a square and line dancing club. We're having a membership drive for our new season." "What all goes on there?" I asked. "Well, it's a gathering place for us more mature people. Our main premise is making life a little happier. We have square dancing groups and we participate in all the area fairs. Do you square dance or line dance?" asked Madge. "Not lately." I said with a smile on my face. "I do like line dancing. Tell me more about the club." "It's sort of a night out for seniors. It's open in the evening three nights a week for those who want a little fun without embarrassment. They have mostly country music and they do serve food. There's an annual fee to belong but well worth it." "Does a member have to square dance?" I asked. "Lord no! All our members are over fifty-five and some aren't able to dance at all but they like the friendly atmosphere. You should stop by this coming Saturday and see for yourself. There's an open house for new members. We have a membership drive every April. The club is open on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. If you want to be part of the square dance and line dancing team we practice on Monday and Wednesday afternoons when the club is closed." "What do you mean by embarrassment?" "Many of the mature adults have said that their kids and grandkids have a tendency to laugh or talk about how they dance and their choice of music. They feel they can let loose and be their selves without embarrassment. We all still have the younger person in us. It's fun to release our inner self once in awhile." I told her I would think about it and after she ate her dinner, she smiled, got up, and left. I couldn't help but look at her behind in those tight jeans as she left. A few of the other men watched her, too. They might have been old but I could tell she stoked their furnace. Over the next couple of days I found out most of the older couples didn't belong to the Swinging Seniors although a few had in the past. Some of those under seventy said they still belonged but didn't dance. It was a fun night out was what I was told. I decided to give it a try that Saturday. Madge greeted me when I arrived. They did have drinks and music like she said. Non-alcoholic drinks were also served. It was surprising to see so many mature people dancing and having fun. It actually made me feel younger. I was tapping my foot to the beat of the music. They had a jukebox with country and western and lots of oldies but goodies on it. I noticed a few couples from Windsor Wood dancing. Madge showed me around and explained some of the rules. The cost to belong was three hundred dollars a year for a single and five hundred for a couple. I mentioned that I thought it was quite high but she told me there were many benefits especially if you were a member of the square dance group. They served dinner meals all three evenings with everything from a salad buffet to chicken and steak dinners. If you wanted anything special, the chef would make it for you. I noticed a large recreation room in the back with slot machines. Most were dime and quarter machine so a person could play for a long time. I saw one lady win a couple of hundred dollars. It was fun seeing how excited she got. I also noticed a wing of the building with a sign on the door that read 'Private area, permission required' and asked Madge about it. "They're individual rooms for those who drink too much and are unable to drive home. They're also used for other special occasions which I'll tell you about later." We talked more about being part of the dance group. Madge asked members Mary and Ed to explain the square dancing. They seemed to both be in their early sixties and in great physical shape. Mary was quite the looker for her age. She began the explanation of the dance group. "We have tryouts for square dancing but everyone can be part of the line dancing if they want to. Each year we try to get at least sixteen couples to take part. We do most all the fairs and homecomings within a hundred mile radius. Sometimes we do as many as two shows a week. We receive donations for performing and turn the money over to the club. "Each member of the team receives two complete outfits per season. If they want more, they can purchase it. We practice on Mondays and Wednesdays till our performances begin. After that, we might meet once a week for a short practice. The reason we need so many couples is we like to have two arenas of dancers, which take eight men and eight women. Not everyone can make every performance. "If we have more show up we can always make a third arena. The practice is hard but you will feel great doing it. The exercise is fantastic and we all become good friends. Our season begins at the end of May and runs until the end of summer in September. After that, we do benefits once or twice a month through the end of the year. "This year we'll be going to Branson in December, Dollywood in November, and on a cruise ship in October. We'll wait till we get our teams picked and hold a meeting to see who is interested in the special events. Any questions?" asked Mary. "You've answered most but how do you pick the teams?" I asked. "After all, I haven't square danced in years." "No problem. It's like riding a bike and will all come back. We'll work with you and explain everything you need to know. Our only problem is a few members drop out each year due to age, health, and other reasons. Some can dance into their eighties and others into their seventies. That's why we're always looking for new members." To make a long story short I joined the club and the square dance team. There were thirty-two members and a couple of extra couples who said they could substitute if needed. They paired me off with Madge. The guys I played chess with couldn't believe how I got so lucky. The first day of practice was a lot harder than I ever expected. It was as if I forgot my left from my right. I thought I was going to get kicked off the team but instead they were all laughing. "Don't worry, you'll get it," said Madge. "You really did quite well for the first time. You'll only get better from here." The following morning I ached like hell. I went for a swim in the pool just to help with the aches and pains. There were a few other members of the group relaxing in the pool also. Madge came down in a one-piece suit; she looked good. "I ache all over," I said to Madge. She laughed and said, "We all do. It's part of being old and not using the muscles as much. After a couple of weeks you'll feel a lot better." "If I live a couple of weeks," I said and laughed. I did get better and I have to admit I was having a good time. A month before I would never have believed I would be square dancing and having fun doing it. We were ready to start our first season and we had three arenas. The homecoming had a parade and our dancers were on a float. It was surprising to see all the people that showed up to watch the parade. It seems that most of the members' families showed up. I heard several kids yelling out to their grandparents. But what surprised me the most was when I saw my stepdaughter and granddaughter waving at me. I had told them I was part of the Swinging Seniors Dance group but I didn't realize they were coming to see me. I have to admit it was a good feeling. Our performance went by without a hitch. I introduced Madge to my stepdaughter and granddaughter. They said they loved the show and after a little while left to enjoy the rest of the homecoming. I then met Madge's daughter and two grandchildren. After that, Madge and I walked around the fair and enjoyed ourselves. We had been attending fairs for about a month when Madge mentioned she had something to tell me. The first thing I thought was that she wasn't going to be my partner. "Ben, once a month the club throws an after party for the dancers. If a member went to a minimum of two events in that month, he was welcome to attend. It's not for everyone but if you're interested I'll explain it to you." "Of course I want to know about it. You say it's only for the dancing group and only if they made at least two events? I went to all eight; it was fun." "Yes, needless to say you qualify. There's a lot of dancing but the Swinging Seniors become just that," replied Madge. "What do you mean? Swinging as in sexual?" I asked rather surprised. I do have to admit that some of the women seemed a bit overly friendly. For seniors, they kept themselves in good physical condition. "Yes, as in sexual. You can go to the party and enjoy yourself but you don't have to participate if you don't want to. You can still dance or just eat and drink and even feel Mary." It was a play on words since Mary seemed to come on to me. I just figured she was being friendly. "Are you taking part in the after party?" I asked Madge. She stared at me before speaking. "Ben, what you need to know is the sexual contact is not love. The married couples have been married from twenty-five to forty years. They love each other but let's face it, many have wanted to try other partners for years. There was always the problem of messing up their marriage. "With our club they can have sex with someone else and not be afraid of losing their spouse. Both spouses have to sign a form stating that they are all right with the swinging games. The main thing to remember is 'No means No!'. Also, there isn't a lot of kissing. Most couples feel that's too personal. I know that seems funny but that's the rule." "Madge, you didn't answer my question. Will you be taking part in the party?" I asked again. "Ben, I already told the ladies that you're mine the first time, if you choose to party. Why do you think I wanted you as my partner? I like you a lot and think we could have fun together. I have no interest in marriage, which I want you to know up front. I'm happy with my life and living alone but I do like to party." "So we'll be friends with benefits," I replied. "I like that idea. I've been married twice and am happy making my own choices. I guess I'm set in my ways. By the way, I like you a lot too and hoped we could get together some time." The night of the after party, I drove over to the club. Mary and Ed were checking in the people who were attending. Mary looked at me and said, "You may be with Madge this time but next time I get dibs on you." I was surprised to see that Ed laughed along with Mary. Inside, the club had a huge buffet of anything you could think of to eat. All drinks were free. I saw Madge talking to some people and she waved me over. She was talking with Leonard and Christine or as they preferred, Len and Chris. They were in their early sixties but as most of the couples in the dancing group, they were in good physical shape. I remembered how good they danced together. The party didn't seem that out of the ordinary if you didn't know who was married to who. As the night went on more and more couples headed for the private rooms. Len and Chris were dancing with Ed and Mary. The single people I understood more than I did the married couples, but it just seemed so natural for everyone. I talked to Paul and Linda and they did their best to explain it to me. "Ben, Linda and I have been married going on thirty years. We both had affairs in our lifetime and even separated for a few months. We love each other but like most people, we wondered how it would be with other people. It nearly ruined our married till we joined the club. "Now we have our fun and then go home together. Our life is a good one with enjoying our children and grandchildren. People don't realize that mature people like us have sexual thoughts and needs as well. When our grandchildren see an old couple kiss on TV, they say it is gross." Linda explained it some more. "Some of the couples have sexual problems but love their spouse. Here at the club if a man has erectile dysfunction his wife can still enjoy the sex if they both agree. The husband can even watch if he chooses. The same goes for the wife if she doesn't want to participate. "No one here is forced to do anything that they don't want to do. The idea is to have fun sexually and live a happier life. In the three years that Paul and I have been in the club, only two couples have split up. They joined the club for the wrong reason. By the way, one day I would like to hook up with you." I was dancing to an oldie with Madge when she asked me if I was ready to go to the back room. Other than a little touching, sexual things went on only in the private rooms. I couldn't believe I was nervous. We went back to our private room and I asked her if I could kiss her. She laughed and said, "That's mainly for the married couples but it could apply to singles also. It your case I wouldn't mind a little necking." I kissed her on the cheek and down to her neck. Her still firm ass defied her fifty-eight years of life as she pushed against me in her tight faded blue jeans. Her brunette hair was short; I remembered her saying it was easier to take care of. We often enjoyed the occasional flirtatious quips. I would catch myself gazing down her shirt into her cleavage, or checking out her smooth legs when she wore shorts. Here I was now with my hands on her ass pulling her tight against me. "Ben, you need to promise me what happens between us, stays between us." "Madge, I wouldn't have it any other way." I began to touch her breasts and I knew I was beginning to become hard. "I know you're eager to see them; but, they are sagging; they're not like when I was young—proudly standing up. I hope you don't mind." "I'm sure they are beautiful, you are such a good looking woman." After she shyly nodded, she took off her blouse. I reached behind her back and, after a couple of attempts, unhooked her white bra and pulled it away. Her boobs looked large and beautiful on her slender torso; they had large brown nipples. As she stood looking at me, I smiled at her. "Madge, they are lovely." I gently fondled them and pinched her large eraser-size nipples. When I bent my head and suckled her right nipple, Madge moaned slightly. She unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the floor. She was now standing in only her fancy panties. I was surprised at how good she looked. "I thought older women wore granny panties but you look fantastic." I was smiling. "Generally I do wear other type of panties but I considered this a special occasion. Now it's time for you to remove your shirt and jeans." I had my jeans and shirt off in a flash. It was so quick that it made Madge smile. "Come and sit on the edge of the bed." I sat down as she took a pillow and put it on the floor in front of me. She got on her knees and slipped off my briefs. I had a hard on that brought a big smile to her face. "Did I do that to you?" "You're damn right you did," I said with a smile on my face. She reached up and put her hand about half way around my cock. She moved forward, took it in her mouth, and slowly began sucking on the head. After several minutes of sucking my cock, she got up and told me it was my turn. She lay in the middle of the bed and I removed her panties. I leaned forward and lapped her nectar laden pussy lips and clit. After several minutes, I felt her body stiffen and she pushed my head harder into her convulsing crotch. Swinging Seniors: About June I recently wrote a story and mentioned my late wife June. I said that I found out some things about her past after her passing that were very disturbing. I'll try to explain our short life together, the secrets she kept from me, and what I did about them. Thank you to AirRichard101 for taking the time to edit this story. **** June and I met at a singles event. We had both been married before. June had a daughter, Susan, who had graduated from high school, got married, and started a family of her own. When we met, Susan had been married for about six months. That's when June decided she was ready to start her new life and began going to these singles events hoping to meet the right man. She didn't want to be alone. I asked her how it was going and she told me she was having fun but would like to settle down. She was dating a number of men but said they just didn't click for different reasons. She had recently broken up with one man she liked. She didn't talk much about him at the time but later told me he was a traveling salesman and was married. He attended these single events while on the road. June and I seemed to get along great and began dating. I met her daughter and she was happy that her mother was finally dating one man. She once told me it bothered her that her mom was out on the singles-dating scene. Susan had said her mom often wore her feelings on her sleeve and was worried about men taking advantage of her. Her first husband, Jim, left her when Susan was twelve. According to June, he never grew up; she had told me that they got married young. He wanted to party all the time and often came home drunk. They ended up getting divorced and June raised Susan with the help of her parents. Jim did pay child support until Susan turned eighteen. I could tell by the way June talked that she had loved Jim. It just didn't work out. She had a sister who lived in Ohio who helped her find a job. June needed to get away from her old life. After the divorce, she was offered a secretarial position in Ohio and took it. Her parents lived in Michigan but she would go up a few weekends a year and every summer and visit them. During the years that Susan was in school, June's parents would come and visit. Now they were getting up in age and that's why June made the annual summer trip to Michigan to visit them. I went up once with June and met her folks. They seemed like nice people but I'm not sure if they really cared for me. We never got close; they seemed to be standoffish. I was used to being on my own so the adjustment to being married and the give and take was a little hard for me at first. I loved June and thought it was worth the effort. We bought a condo and set up housekeeping. June wanted some new furniture while I liked my old comfy couch and chair. We compromised and I set up the basement as a recreation room where I kept my furniture. I also kept my TV downstairs to watch my sports. June and I were able to compromise pretty well. We actually took turns cooking. Since I lived alone for so long I became fairly good in the cooking department. Some nights we would go out for dinner. Our love life was great until the cancer set in. We had five good years followed by three years of therapy and a lot of pain and anguish. I married her for better or for worse, through sickness and in health and I got all of it. June worked in an office with her sister Nancy. I got along fine with Nancy and her husband Ed, but since June and I were older, me nearly fifty, I guess they wondered why I waited so long to get married. June told them I got married young and it didn't work out. I got their respect when they saw first hand as June went downhill that I was there to take care of her. She quit work after the first year she had cancer. She said she just felt too sick after the therapy sessions. I let her know that she didn't need to work, that I would take care of her. **** For the first five years, life was good. We compromised on most everything. After all, we both were somewhat opinionated and lived without a spouse for a number of years, but it didn't interfere with our sex life. It started the day we met at the singles party. She looked so beautiful and sexy in her tight, short dress. I worked out regularly so I didn't look too shabby for my age either. We talked and then we danced some more. I liked holding her tight against me. She didn't complain but instead put her arms around my neck. As we danced and had a few drinks, other guys wanted to butt in and dance with June, but I told them to get lost; she belonged to me. It made her laugh and she invited me to her place. There was no doubt that I wanted to go. Our lovemaking began as soon as we walked into her house. I began to remove her dress and bra while ogling her breasts. I leaned down, began to kiss her neck, and moved my way down to her breasts. I kissed and sucked on each nipple while she moaned. She was nearly naked except for her thong panties. I kneeled down in front of her and with both of my hands, slowly slid them down her soft legs. Kissing her thighs, I moved upward until my mouth was at her pussy. She shaved hers except for a small patch of hair above her clit. I kissed it lightly and stood up. "Ben, I need to sit down. You're making my knees weak," she said to me and she sat on the edge of her bed. It didn't take long for me to remove my shirt and pants. June had pulled down my underwear and her mouth found my erection. She was going at it like a mad woman. She gripped my ass cheeks and took as much of my cock in her mouth as she could. I had to stop her before I came down her throat. We got onto the bed and I positioned my cock at her pussy. She was soaking wet. With little resistance, I pushed deep into her pussy. Once again, she was grabbing my ass, trying to pull me in even deeper. I slowed down my strokes and pulled my cock nearly all the way out, before pushing it back in her. "Oh, fuck me, come on and fuck me hard," she screamed. I lifted her legs and held them up while pounding into her. I could feel myself getting ready to come and told June. "Go ahead, come in me. Oh God! I feel it, oh so good." she was now having an orgasm of her own. I let her legs down and could feel her pussy pulsate and spasm. She was milking my cock of all its cum. After we both came, she took a quick shower. I dressed, took a beer out of the fridge, and sat on her couch to wait. She came out in her robe and sat next to me. "You were great," she said to me. "I don't usually have sex on the first date but I'm glad I made you an exception." I leaned over and kissed her. For some reason I knew she was the one for me. I put my hand on her soft thigh and worked it up to her pussy. She moaned and asked me if I wanted to spend the night and I accepted. We made love two more times that night. I couldn't believe I could get it up that many times but with her help, it was no problem. We began dating and I met her daughter who was pregnant. She could deliver any day. I guess if June and I got married I would be a grandfather of sorts. Susan and I weren't really close but we did get along. Her husband Jeff seemed like a nice guy and treated her well. He was an accountant at the local bank. June and I dated for three weeks. It was kind of a whirlwind romance. Every time we were together, we made love or had sex, whichever you want to call it. I knew that I didn't need any other woman and I asked June to fly to Las Vegas to get married. At first, she seemed surprised. She didn't answer me right away. I asked her if there was someone else and she seemed to hesitate before saying no, there wasn't. It was a couple of days later after we had sex that she said she would marry me. Her daughter and sister both thought we were rushing into marriage but they did wish us the best. We flew to Las Vegas the following weekend where Elvis married us. At least the minister was dressed like Elvis and we heard Elvis songs during our short ceremony. We seemed to be a good team. We argued very little and I did my best to make our marriage work. June didn't talk a lot about her past sexual partners, which was fine with me. I knew that she learned all these sexual tricks somewhere. Now it was to my benefit. I sometimes felt a bit jealous when she danced with other men, but she always returned to me with a smile. Over the few years of our marriage, we had sex often. There was nothing June wouldn't do for me. We had oral sex with both of us giving and receiving. She liked to be on top a lot, she said she felt more in control. I liked it so I could play with her tits while she was on my lap facing me. We even did anal a few times but she said I was a bit large for her. I wasn't a big anal guy anyway. It actually hurt my cock but I wouldn't tell her, after all, I was a guy. We were like newlyweds and tried most everything. We even did it in the car a few times. I must admit that it was a bit uncomfortable. I did love putting my hand on her bare thigh and then work my way up and start fingering her in public places. As far as I know, we were never observed or others might have just enjoyed watching us. One week out of every year, June would go to Michigan in the summer to visit her parents and help them out. After visiting them the one weekend I didn't go back. June said she spent time helping them clean up their place. We would always have a big round of sex before she left for Michigan and again after she returned. I did miss her but enjoyed the free time to do some of the things I liked to do. Even though I went to the bar with friends, I stayed true to June. I wanted our marriage to work and didn't want to do anything to harm it. For five years, all was good. We had sex regularly and I trusted her. She introduced me to her friends at work and I introduced her to my truck driving friends at the terminal. Even her daughter and sister believed we had a good marriage. They even said at times we acted like newlyweds, which we thought we were. In our sixth year of marriage, her stomach started bothering her. She went to the doctor and he said he needed to run more tests. She went into the hospital and we got the worst news possible. She had developed pancreatic cancer. They said it was in the early stages and started treatment. This went on awhile and she didn't seem to be getting any better. She began to lose her hair and started buying wigs. On the outside, she looked fine but the disease was taking over her insides. Our sexual situation was very limited. At times when she felt better, we would try sex of one form or another. By the end of the second year, our sex life all but stopped. We thought the cancer was going into a remission, at least it seemed that way, and then come back. The doctors eventually told us she had approximately six months to live. We both cried. We got all her affairs in order and spent the last few months being together watching TV or just cuddling. I wanted her to know I would be with her until the end. During her final months she told me repeatedly how sorry she was and that I deserved better. I would tell her it wasn't her fault, things happen and then she would cry. Now I think I know what she was trying to tell me. Once the cancer was detected, she called her parents and told them she wouldn't be visiting. They did come down to see her twice. It was very emotional especially when they came down for the funeral. No parent wants to bury his or her kids no matter what the age. They did thank me for taking care of her. During the weeks following the funeral, I would come home to sort out her personal belonging and give them to her daughter. Nancy, her sister and Susan offered to help me but I told them it was something I needed to do alone. It was my way of coping. Far back in her closet, I discovered a shoe box that read, 'family pictures'. I took it to the living room and thought I'd look through them. I opened the box and immediately felt something was wrong. There was a stack of letters that I never remember seeing. I looked at one postal stamp and saw it was dated two years before. I opened it and it was from a man. He explained how much fun that they had when they got together and that he would truly miss her. He went on to explain how much he loved her and wished they could have stayed together. I knew the letters were from Jim, her ex-husband. I kept reading parts of different letters in which he talked about his other family, how he wished he never remarried, and wished she never remarried either. I kept reading parts of these letters and figured out she went to Michigan every year to see Jim. I went through the letters and found the oldest one. The affair started two years before June and I met. I figured out that Jim was the married man that she told me she had dated. The problem is she never stopped seeing him. I checked the address to find he had mailed the letters to her sister Nancy's house. I couldn't believe it. All these years her sister knew about Jim and June and never told me. I had to wonder who else knew about their relationship Looking through the letters I figured out June's parents were aware of her seeing Jim. I found pictures in the box of them together. I even found some sexual pictures of June and Jim together. They were date stamped and she had been with him ever since we met. Thinking back, she had asked me if I wanted to make a video of us making love and I told her it wasn't something I cared to do. What if someone got hold of it? I believe these pictures were taken from a video. I found the video in the bottom of the box. I guess she did find someone willing to make them with her. To say I was deeply hurt would be an understatement. I spent the next few hours reading the letters. She received a couple letters a year. They were sent to her home address until we got married and after that the letters were sent to her sisters house. There were no letters sent the last two years I guess since he couldn't have sex with her he had no need of her. I was totally pissed and wanted to hit someone. To find out she cheated on me for our entire married life made me feel really angry and stupid that I didn't figure it out. I wanted to tell her family to all go to hell. I had to wonder if her daughter Susan knew about her mother's affair with her father. I found nothing in the letters to believe she did. For the last three years, I alone took care of all June's needs. Nancy stopped by a few times to visit, but I had the day-to-day problems taking care of her. I have to admit that Susan was a big help. When I was unable to be there, Susan would stay with her mother. I kept the box of pictures and letters and put them in my safe until I figured out what to do with them. Eventually I'd throw them away. Now I knew why Nancy asked to help me with sorting out June's things. I knew that someday I would have to confront her but tonight I needed to get drunk. I went to the store and bought a bottle of good whiskey, went home turned on the TV and drank until I fell asleep in the chair. The next day I took more of June's things to Susan. I wanted to see if Susan was part of her mother's plan to hide her affair with Jim. I knew I had to be delicate about it. I handed Susan some things and then handed her a photograph of her mother, father, and her together before their divorce. "Oh my God! Where did you find this? It's me with Mom and my father when I was just a kid." She almost teared up. "It was among her things. I guess it was a memory thing. Have you seen your father or talked to him lately?" I asked. Susan laughed. "That bastard left me and Mom and never as much as sent me a letter. Never a birthday or Christmas card. Mom stuck up for him and said something about him getting remarried and having two other kids. I was his daughter and he didn't care. Ben, you've been more of a father to me than he ever was." I was sure she was telling me the truth or she should have become an actress. I had no plans of ruining her memories of her mom. I told her if I came across any other picture of her I'd give them to her. She gave me a hug and thanked me. I sorted out the rest of June's things and gave them to Susan. I did find a box of old family pictures and gave them to her as well. The only box I kept was June's hidden letters and photographs along with the one video that Jim had sent her a couple of years ago. **** Time has gone by and I saw Susan maybe once a month. We were friendly but not really close. There was nothing keeping us together anymore since June's passing. However, I still had revenge stuck in my craw for Nancy and Jim. No husband wants to be made a cuckold. I began with Nancy. I took the shoe box and put all the letters addressed to Nancy back in the box along with a few of the naked pictures of June and Jim and put them back in the box also. I went to Nancy's house and she answered the door with a smile. "Ben, what are you doing here?" "I found this box and some of the envelopes were addressed to your house so I thought I'd give them to you." Her smile disappeared and a worried look came across her face as she opened the box. She knew what was in it. I turned around and walked toward my car not saying anything. When she saw the pictures, she yelled to me. "Ben, I can explain. She was my sister! I told her to stop but she wouldn't listen. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please don't tell Susan, she doesn't know anything about it." She was crying yet I didn't even turn around. I got in my car and drove away. I guess I wanted Nancy to know that I knew what she and her sister were really like. I had to let June's parents know that I found out about her affairs. They knew and never told me. Besides the week-long vacation, she also made extra weekend trips each year around the holidays to see her parents. Nancy even went with her. How could a parent or sister condone cheating this way was beyond me. I made two copies of the video. I sent one to her parents and the other to Jim's wife. The video might be three years old but I don't think any parent wants to see a video of their cheating bitch of a daughter having sex. Especially with a man who is not her current husband. For Jim's wife, I included a couple of the love letters Jim sent to June after he remarried, along with the video and a couple of pictures. Now I felt my revenge was complete. I let the people closest to June, other than Susan, know what type a person she really was. It was now time for me to move. I heard about a nice retirement home by the name of Winsor Wood Place. I contacted Susan and told her about my moving. She offered to help me gather up my essentials and my old comfy chair and couch. I told her she could have all the furniture that her mom and I purchased. I wouldn't need it. Jeff, Susan's husband helped me move my larger items to my new home. He said his friends would help him move the furnishing I gave them. They thanked me several times. I reminded Susan that she was the closest person I had to a daughter and not to be a stranger. I sold the condo and called to get all the utilities turned off. As I hung up the phone, it rang. I answered it and the first thing I heard was, "You goddamn son of a bitch! How could you! How could you send that goddamn video to my parents? What kind of man would send a video like that to a dead daughter's parents?" Obviously, it was Nancy. "I thought your parents would like a video and pictures of their daughter. I know they were in on the cover-up for years. I wanted them to know that I knew what their daughter was really like. I loved her and cared for her until the day she died. All the while, her family covered up her affair. Just so you know, Jim's wife got a copy of the tape also. Have a good life. I hope I never to see you again." Swinging Seniors: About June I got in my car and drove to my new home. I no longer had to cut the grass or worry about upkeep of the building. This was an upper class (expensive) retirement home. Each apartment had it's own kitchen and two bedrooms and living room. The units were unfurnished so I brought in my own comfy old furniture. I guess I was set in my ways. Each apartment had a nice porch overlooking the scenic area and complex. The retirement home was for people fifty-five or older who were in fairly good health. There was a nurse on staff but it wasn't a nursing facility. It had a huge pool and hot tub as well as an exercise room with a sauna. A restaurant on the premises served breakfast and a combination of lunch and dinner in the late afternoon. The meals were offered at a very reasonable price and I was surprised at how good the food was. Many invited their children and grandchildren over to swim and for dinner. You had to be an invited guest to attend any activities at the center. I really had no one since the death of June. I saw less and less of her daughter and granddaughter. I never did hear from Jim or his wife which was fine with me. Of course, I've already told you about my new place and new life. * Thank you for reading my story Comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear Swinging Seniors As her body convulsed with pleasure, I just held on to her large boobs and pressed my tongue against her clit. With my nose in her crotch, I inhaled her sex fragrances until she recovered. Then she lifted my head from her crotch and kissed my pussy nectar covered lips. "Fuck me! I really want it now. I climbed up between her legs. I did take the time to ask her about using a condom. She said, "I'm clean and I sure hope you are. I can't have kids and I like the feel of a cock coming in me." I pushed my fat cock slowly into her very wet pussy. By her facial expression, I could tell she liked it. I felt her speeding up beneath me by pushing her hips up and down as her second orgasm crashed through her body. I pushed my cock all the way in as the first blast let go. I knew she felt it too by the smile on her face. We lay next to each other until our breathing was back to normal. We cleaned up and rejoined the few that were still in the party room. Overall, it was a great night. I had to wonder how it would be the next time I saw the group. It seemed funny but no one mentioned what happened at the party. It was as though it never happened. When I saw Madge, she seemed even sweeter than before. I asked her if I could talk to her for a minute. "What is it Ben?" she asked. "It's about what happened the other night. Didn't it mean anything to you? I for one loved it and would like to see you again sometime." "Ben, that's why we don't talk about it. I loved it too. You're one of the best lovers I've been with but it was still just sex. You have to understand that or we can't be friends." "I understand but it's all new to me. I like you a lot, remember I said like not love, but I do love having sex with you." I smiled until I got a smile out of her. "Most members don't have sex with other members outside of the club for obvious reasons. Since we're both considered single we can probably make an exception but love is not an option for me. I'm very happy with my life and spending time with my family. Also, you have to remember that we're not monogamist. I will be enjoying sex with other people and hope you will be too." I knew she was right and had to agree with her. She surprised me twice in the next month and showed up at my apartment and we had sex similar to what we did in the club. One night we even fell asleep and didn't wake up till morning. I actually felt funny waking up with her in my bed. As she had told me, "We have sex but don't make love." I attended all the fairs I could during the month. Madge mentioned to me that she wouldn't be at the next party. Her granddaughter was graduating from high school and she wanted to be there. Her family always came first. The party was much like the first one I attended. I danced with Mary, Linda, Sue, and a number of other women. Mary and I went to the private room this time. It was different from Madge but still felt good. Mary asked me to sit in a large chair and she gave me a lap dance with neither of us wearing clothes. I held her ass as she bounced up and down till she came. We then moved to the bed where she gave me head and I fucked her till I came. It was fun but I felt a bit odd when we left the room and I ran into Ed. He just smiled at me and said, "She's damn good isn't she?" What could I say; I had to agree with him. I really began to like my life. I met a lot of new friends and got laid on a regular basis with no strings attached. The women at the club were really fun. Each one was different from the previous one. One woman named Sue asked if her husband could watch. I guess he wasn't able to get hard but wanted his wife to still have a good time. I will admit I was hesitant at first but once we got started, I enjoyed myself. Ray, her husband, came over to the bed and kissed her and rubbed her tits while I was busy shooting a load into her pussy. I have to admit it was different but still fun. The club threw two huge family parties a year. One was in August. They brought in rock bands for the teenagers and inflatable jumping items for the smaller children. There were clowns, candied apples, snow cones, and even a few ponies for the kids to ride on. The grandparents all loved to watch and talk about their grandchildren. They had music inside for the parents and all the food you could eat. Beverages were free but beer and mixed drinks were not. I watched Madge with her daughters and grandkids. She really was family oriented. I asked my stepdaughter if she wanted to come but she didn't make it. I didn't think she would but I still wanted to invite her. As I watched all the people I began to wonder if the families knew how horny their parents and grandparents were. They might be shocked at how they're enjoying their later years. Epilogue: Life for me has been great since I moved to Winsor Wood. I don't have to exercise as often since I joined the dance group. I've been having the time of my life and making all the special trips. It's like a life of vacations. I received a call from Madge and she asked me if I wanted to join her on the cruise in October. It would be for seven days and we would perform on the ship once a night. She said we would be sharing a cabin but as far as her family knew, she would be sharing a room with Mary. How could I refuse? It's rather funny but most every time before we have sex she reminds me that she doesn't love me. I just say, "Yes, dear." * Hope you enjoyed my story Comments are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear