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My neighbor is old. Not super old, like take-the-dentures-out-and-set-them-next-to-the-walker kind of old. But still. Pretty old.
As in, older-than-my-dad kind of old. Older than my dad by several years, actually.
Still, he's pretty sexy. He used to be a high-level athlete and then worked a physically demanding job before having the luxury of retiring at 55. He's tall, well-built and still in great shape. And he always goes out of his way to chat me up whenever he sees me, which, at a minimum, is daily when I walk the dog.
He also definitely wants to spend some quality time inside of me.
I didn't think that's the kind of thing he was interested in. I mean, yes, he's interested in that because I'm cute and all guys older than 45 seem to love me. But I had always just sort of brushed it off as a purely hypothetical, not seriously thinking about it wants to have sex with me sort of way, like how a guy (and most women) would say that if he was single he wouldn't kick 2001 Jennifer Aniston out of bed.
Anyway, a little while ago, he invited my family over to his house, which is completely fine. What made it strange was that he waited until his wife was out of town. And he invited us over for dinner at 3:00, even though we didn't eat until 6:00. And he ignored all of my attempts at trying to get to dessert so we could take off for the night. And he invited himself over to our place after our kids were in bed while my husband and I were having a campfire. And he stayed until 1:00 a.m. And he got progressively drunker and started talking about how he wasn't going to divorce his wife but that he didn't want to spend any time with her, that she wasn't any fun, but that I'm fun, I have great legs, and my husband is cool for letting another guy make friends with his wife.
When he said that last part, I told him my hubby isn't the jealous type. If he only knew. 😮
I don't even remember all of the things that he said, but there were a lot of slow-play compliments directed my way and references to his attempts at having creative and exciting sex with his wife, who was just too boring to handle it, although I seem like a lot of fun.
My husband said when he invited us over that he probably wanted to get lucky with me, but that he was off-limits, no matter how sexy I find him. Being able to deadlift a car wasn't going to prevent his balls from hanging down to his knees and he just wasn't into that.
So, I sucked his cock while we had a campfire and my husband watched, because no one is going to tell me which cocks I can and can't suck. And I have no regrets - my neighbor's dick was as thick as my husband's arms. Besides, now that my husband dyes the gray out of his hair, I need something else for my daddy issues.
Wait, no. That part didn't happen. But there was a point when I wondered if (a) he would remember the night because he was very, very drunk, and (b) if he was going to just whip out his dick in between telling us about how much more boring he thought his wife was than me.
It got me thinking, though, how old is too old? I suppose it's the inverse of men asking how young is too young? Even though there's a definitive cut-off for too young from a purely legal standpoint, it doesn't mean that an 18 year old woman isn't too young for a 60 year old man.
My husband stands by the half plus seven rule. A forty-year-old man and a twenty-seven-year-old woman could date/have sex (half of forty is twenty, plus seven gets to twenty-seven). On that basis, my neighbor misses by... a bit.
I'm not so sure I agree. I'm not going to sleep with my neighbor because he's married and my husband says no, regardless, but if neither of those applied, I'm not so sure that he shouldn't be an option.
Other thoughts?
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