“Coo-ee!” I called out, as I knocked on Simon’s kitchen door and pushed it open. It was 11 am, and he was expecting me. I’d told him I’d pop round for coffee the following morning and this was our usual coffee break time. I was clutching a cake tin containing half a dozen chocolate brownies I had baked earlier, between Greg leaving for work and my phone and email going crazy. I was working from home this week.

Simon appeared, looking freshly showered and smartly dressed, which was a relief. I’ve known of men who give up and let themselves go the minute they’re left on their own. But Simon, who was about the same height as me – five feet eight inches – and slim, always appeared neatly turned out.

“Oooh! What’s in there?” he asked brightly as I lifted the cake tin lid. “Mmm, brownies! My favourite. Thank you, Mandy.”

“You’re welcome. It’s a quick and simple recipe - you’d never know they were vegan, would you?”

“If they’re like the last ones you brought me, they’ll be delicious, whatever it is you put in them.” He picked up the kettle and headed for his kitchen sink. “Let’s get the coffee on the go.”

I joined him as he filled it, looking out over our two gardens towards my house for a change, and remembered yesterday’s sighting. “Did you see that deer in our gardens last night, Simon? It was on our lawn then leaped over the fence to your side… just as it was getting dusk.”

“I did!” he said. “Lively little thing. A muntjac, I think, but it was gone before I got a good look at it.” He nodded towards a pair of binoculars lying on the kitchen windowsill.

“Ah! Have you taken up bird watching, Simon?” Then a thought occurred to me and I smiled. “Did you see anything else last night? Anything going on in our kitchen, perhaps?”

“Oh! I’m not one for spying on people’s private lives, Mandy… especially if they’re having domestic issues.”

“Domestic issues!?” I was puzzled. “What sort of domestic issues?”

“Well… you seemed to be struggling together… fighting. I thought you must have had some sort of row.”

“HA!” I burst out laughing, my hand over my mouth. “No, Greg and I never have rows, and we never fight Simon. We were fu… we were… you know… making love.”

I turned to study his face. He’d turned the tap off, had turned slightly pink and had a frown creasing his forehead. “But… but… you were at your kitchen sink?” he stuttered incredulously.

“Yes. Sorry if that’s shocked you. But you must have done the same sometime… before Liz got ill, surely?”

“Oh, no,” he said, turning and putting the kettle on to boil. “Nothing like that. Liz wasn’t really into the physical side of things.”

“What… Not at all?”

“No. We… umm… we tried it once, when we first got married. Liz found it kind of… well… repulsive, I suppose.”

I was appalled. I couldn’t imagine a day without sex, let alone a long and seemingly happy marriage.

“Oh, that’s awful, Simon. I’m so sorry, my lovely!” I squeezed his arm. “How on earth did you manage?”

“Oh, I… I soon got used to it. Put it to the back of my mind and got on with my work.” He turned to look at me with sad eyes. “I really did love her, you know. I didn’t want to do anything that might make her unhappy.”

“Yes, but… you were married for what… thirty-five years?”

“Yes, almost to the day.”

“You’re not telling me you didn’t have sex with anyone over all that time, Simon? I mean, come on! I’m thirty-seven, that’s nearly my entire lifetime."

“Oh, no. I was never unfaithful to Liz. Not once, Mandy. I couldn’t.”

The kettle had boiled, so Simon poured the hot water onto the ground coffee in his cafetière, fitted the lid and plunger and carried it to the table, where cups and plates awaited us.

I sat down; he sat opposite. I didn’t know where this conversation was going, but Greg’s words were ringing in my ears. “Why not give him a reason to live… put a spark back into his life?”

“So… umm… now that Liz has gone? Have you got any plans, Simon? Is it still too early, or have you had time to think about the future?”

“Well, now I’ve passed the running of my business over to the manager, I’d like to get back into my walks. These past couple of months, when Liz was too poorly to go out, or was in the hospice, I’ve not done any. I’d like to get back to my nature rambles, take my binoculars, see what I can see and get fit again.”

“That’s good. There’s a ramblers group locally. I think they go out every weekend. You could meet some new people, maybe?”

“Hmm,” he pursed his lips. “Maybe. Not sure I’m ready for meeting new people just yet.”

“Or you could come and do the Park Run with me. Every Saturday morning, 10 am up on the common. It’s a five kilometre run, but you can walk it if you like. Lots of people just jog, or walk and chat as they go. It’s very sociable, and a great way to get fit.”

“I don’t know. I’ll think about it. Thanks for the invite, anyway.” He pressed the plunger down and poured our coffee.

I passed the cake tin and he helped himself to a brownie. I decided to steer the conversation back to his sex life, or lack of it. “Well… what I really meant was… now that you don’t have to worry about being unfaithful anymore, isn’t it time you made up for all those years of abstinence?” I took a sip of coffee. “You know… sow a few wild oats, Simon?”

“Oh, goodness! I’m sixty-one, Mandy. I think I’m past all that now, don’t you?”

“No! Don’t be silly! A sprightly young man of sixty-one should have a wonderful sex life ahead of him. Just because Liz didn’t like it, doesn’t mean you have to take celibacy to the grave with you, Simon. You’ve got plenty of time now; you need to live a little.”

He didn’t answer, but raised and lowered his eyebrows a couple of times, while keeping his mouth busy savouring the cake. I guessed that meant he was considering my suggestion, so I sipped from my coffee cup while holding my little finger out, to show I was really a lady at heart.

Finally, he stopped chewing and spoke. “It’s an interesting suggestion. I’ll admit there have been times when I’ve fancied doing more than just ogling the ladies on Strictly Come Dancing.” He gave a short laugh. “But, where am I going to find someone interested in a crusty old man in his sixties? It’s not like I’m looking to start a romance or anything… far too soon for that. And anyway, it’s been so long, I’m not even sure the equipment still works!”

“Hmm,” I said, putting my cup down carefully in the saucer. “Now… if only we could find a young lady who lives nearby. Somebody who would be willing to help get your equipment working again… we might just set your long-lost libido free, Simon!”

He smiled and shook his head. “My point exactly! Where would I find somebody like that?” Then his face darkened. “I wouldn’t want to pay someone, Mandy. I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of thing.”

“Right,” I said. “I think it’s time I told you something about me that you don’t know, provided you agree to keep this strictly between ourselves? I don’t want the whole neighbourhood knowing what goes on in my private life.”

“I swear, Mandy.” He put his hand on his heart. “I won’t share your secrets with a soul. It’s not like I talk to anyone anyway.”

“Okay,” I pushed the cake tin in front of him again, “you’d better nibble on another brownie, and try not to choke on some of the details I’m about to tell you…”

Over the next thirty minutes, I broke the news to him – that his neighbour was a nymphomaniac – as gently as I could. I started with my school years, when I first discovered sex with my best friend Natalie, my fumbling in the cinema with a boy called Nathan, the amazing Sonya and fitness coach, Graham. I didn’t reveal any of their names, of course. There was no need for him to know who they actually are, especially as several live locally and I still see them, as often as I can.

I went on to describe how we had rescued a pregnant schoolgirl, then saved a Malaysian beauty from her vindictive father and created a love nest where we all learned to share the magic of physical love with each other, without jealousy or recrimination. I even brought him up to date with my current life with Greg, his young nephew coming to stay and a sex-filled holiday in Florida the following year.

Despite my warning, Simon did cough on a crumb once or twice. And a couple of times he stopped me to ask if I was exaggerating some of my more lurid exploits to try and shock him. I explained that we are all made differently, and that I was the polar opposite of his late wife Liz.

I hadn’t chosen to be this way, but since sex had chosen me, I had made the most of every opportunity and enjoyed every minute of it. I was fortunate to have so many good friends who understood that I loved them all equally, and especially blessed to live with an understanding partner who was happy to share me. Simon was shocked to hear Greg had actually encouraged me to have this conversation with him, and that we both felt he could benefit from some sexual healing, as the song goes.

“Phew!” he said when I wrapped up my revelation and poured myself another coffee from the pot. “I had no idea, Mandy. Really, I didn’t. I suppose I’ve led a very sheltered life. I’ve hidden myself away from such thoughts for so long I probably wouldn’t have noticed if you and your friends had a love-in on the back lawn.”

Then he laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I thought you and Greg were having a fight yesterday!”

I smiled, reached across the table and squeezed his hand to get him to look me in the eye. “Now you know what we were really doing, Simon. We were fucking.”

Simon’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and his cheeks coloured, so I decided it was time to raise the temperature a little more. “Can you picture it? Greg had me pressed up against the kitchen sink. He hitched my skirt up, pulled my knickers down and fucked me, right then and there, while you were watching the deer through your binoculars.”

“Oh my… my goodness!” he stammered.

“So… you have a think about whether your equipment might be interested in coming back to life.” I looked at my watch and saw it was past noon and I had a business call to make. “And I’ll pop round for coffee again tomorrow, if you’d like me to, and we can talk about it some more, okay?”

“Okay!” His voice squeaked a bit, which was understandable in the circumstances. He cleared his throat. “You’ve certainly given me a lot to think about, Mandy. Yes, I’d like to see you for coffee again tomorrow… and I’d like to discuss it further. Thank you for being so candid with me.”

I stood up, leaned across the table and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Don’t mention it,” I said, giving him a smile and a wink. “It’s what friends are for.”

Chapter 3 - Bubbles & Bliss

“So, what did he say after you’d told him all that?” Greg asked, his head lolling back on my shoulder. We were reclining in the bath, Greg sitting between my legs with his back against my boobs, letting the warm water and bubbles soak away the stresses of the day. We often did this when he got home from work, while our supper simmered in the oven, soaking in suds and telling each other what sort of day we’d had. It was very soothing, especially as I was casually stroking Greg’s thick erection underneath the water, pulling up and down on the rope-veined shaft, rubbing my fingers around the shiny head.

“He said I’d given him a lot to think about… and he’d like to chat some more tomorrow.”

“See, I told you he needed someone to help bring him out of his shell.” Greg sounded smug.

“Yeah, but I’m not sure where this is going,” I told him. “Simon hasn’t had sex with anyone, including Liz, for more than thirty-five years. He probably didn’t have much of a sex life before he met her either, from what I can gather. So reigniting a fire that’s been out for that long might require a blow torch and petrol!”

“My love,” he turned his head and kissed the side of my neck, “if anyone can fan a spark into a flame, it’s you. And you’re getting me hot enough to fuck right now. If you keep doing that to my cock I’m going to cum, but I’d rather cum inside you.”

“Okay,” I said, giving him a quick squeeze. “Swap places, me on top.”

It took a bit of shuffling, as our bath is not yet the glorious corner spa bath I’ve been nagging him about for the past year. Water and bubbles splashed over the side as we slipped and wriggled into our new positions, him with his head just clear of the foamy surface, me lying on my back on top. His cock was now firmly wedged between my bum cheeks, and it took a shove with my feet near the taps to slide my body high enough for it to spring up between my legs. I reached down to guide the swollen head between my pussy lips. Thanks to gravity and the slippery bath bubbles I slid smoothly down his chest and his meaty dick slid smoothly into my vagina.

“Aaaah!” We both let out a contented sigh as our bodies were joined together exactly as nature intended.

“Hmmm, that’s so good,” Greg purred in my ear. “You feel deliciously hot and tight like this.”

“And you feel…” I reached down and grasped his balls, pulling them gently upwards to force him a little deeper. "Fucking amazing.”

I held him like that for the next minute or two, while he flexed his legs just enough to shove himself in and out of my juicy tunnel an inch or two at a time.

“I can’t imagine not fucking for thirty-five years, can you?” I said dreamily. “It’s only been twenty-four hours, and I’ve been longing for this all day.”

“About twelve hours, actually,” he grunted in my ear, giving a bit more of an upward thrust. “I fucked you before I went off to work, remember?”

I cast my mind back and found a hazy recollection of him lifting my leg as I lay sleeping on my side. His hard cock pushing into me and his urgent pumping until he came with a satisfied groan.

“That didn’t count! I was asleep.”

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s make this one a bit more memorable.”

With that, he grasped both my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs in time to a series of energetic thrusts. I was vaguely aware of more water slopping out of the bath, but didn’t care. All I could hear were my gasps and his grunts. I held on to his balls with one hand and pressed my other fingers against my clitoris. By tilting my hips a little, I could feel the tip of his cock jabbing my G-spot on every upstroke. Within a few seconds I was seeing stars as I ascended the stairway to heaven once more.

My shrieks of pleasure seemed to spur Greg onwards and upwards too, holding my tits tight as he straightened his legs, ramming himself so deep I could feel every pulse and jump and throb of his thick dick as it spewed its hot cream inside me.

An hour later we were spooning chunks of brownie smothered in chocolate sauce into our mouths when Greg asked, “So, besides your delicious brownies, what have you got planned to get his mouth watering tomorrow?”

“I’ve no plan, as such. I’ll just have to play it by ear. I have to find out what turns him on, if anything does. I think my saucy stories might have got him a little hot under the collar, but it’s too early to tell where it goes from here.”

Next time - will Mandy get Simon warmed up over coffee and cake? Can his equipment come back to life after so many years of neglect? More cumming soon!