I managed to retire in my middle fifties due to wise investments, rising property values in my native California, and being a Baby Boomer, probably the luckiest generation in history, economically speaking. I was lazy, not stupid. I decided to take my money and relocate to a place where I could live well for less. I bought myself a nice little Pueblo Revival home in an upscale development just outside Santa Fe, New Mexico. In retrospect, it was a very wise move. I fell in love with the whole pace and vibe of the Southwest. The scale and openness of the land become addictive.

My street was a nice mix of younger retired couples and singles like me, for the most part. The places were just a tad small for families with kids, so it was pretty quiet, though not devoid of life, unlike so many dedicated retirement communities are. It had no age restrictions or other covenants. I had really good neighbors all around me, and it was very safe and in a newer part of town.

Gary and Marge were a couple who lived across the street from me. Gary was seventy-two and had owned a very successful catering business in Ohio. Marge was his much younger wife by twenty years. I picked up early on that it was not a marriage made in heaven. Gary was a big drinker and kind of a loudmouth, and a little of him went a long way. Marge was obviously there for the good lifestyle he provided them both. They had a pool, and occasionally I would be invited over there to take a dip on a hot day. I was not a big drinker or golfer, Gary's other passion, so we didn't have a lot in common. However, sneaking looks at Marge in her swimsuit made it all worthwhile! No way did she look in her fifties. She had the body of a tight and toned thirty-year-old. She worked out and kept herself in shape. Marge and I were constantly flirting with each other in a comical way with sexual innuendos that flew over Gary's head. We often took walks together in the high desert behind our homes, too. Gary was not much of a walker, and it showed. He had been aging fast lately.

One day, I looked out my front window and saw Gary looking confused and pacing up and down his driveway. I went over to see what the problem was and could tell he was anxious and disoriented.

"Where am I and what am I doing here?" Gary said in an almost-whisper tinged with fear.

His eyes were blank, and he slurred his words a bit. I was able to get him to his porch and sat down. Now I was pretty used to seeing Gary drunk, but this was something different somehow. My immediate reaction was that maybe Gary was having a stroke. The garage door was open, and Marge's car was gone, so I was on my own. I immediately called 911 for an ambulance, thinking it’s better to be safe than sorry. They arrived almost immediately and took Gary away. I called Marge on her cell phone and told her what had transpired. She had been shopping and was on her way home but instead went directly to the hospital. I told her to give me a call when she knew something.

Marge called back and told me they thought it was a transient ischemic attack, but they were going to do a few more tests on Gary. She was going to stay at the hospital until she knew more. I told her I would feed their dog and cat and lock up the house. I had keys for when they went out of town. Marge had even brought it up to me before this happened how Gary had been acting a little strange lately. I even noticed he didn't seem quite his old self the last few months.

Marge and Gary actually got back the next day, and he was pretty much back to normal, as it was a TIA. However, a couple of weeks later, as some more tests came back, Gary was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's Disease and was put on some meds to slow the progression. That explained some of his behavior in the last few months. Gary also had some heart issues developing. His drinking was coming home to collect back rent. Marge was obviously devastated, as her role changed overnight from a trophy wife to one of a caretaker, and I never got the impression she was the reincarnation of Florence Nightingale.

Gary's dementia continued to get worse as the weeks went by, and they decided to sell their place and move back to Ohio to a three-tier retirement community while they still could. The place had independent living, assisted living, and skilled nursing, including a memory unit. That way, they would be in a good position as Gary's dementia worsened. I supported their decision, though I know Marge wasn't looking forward to the move. She loved New Mexico and the lifestyle she had here, but they both had a lot of family and roots in Ohio to help them out a bit. Marge's rent had come due for marrying an old, rich guy, too.

The next few weeks brought both good and bad news for Gary and Marge. The good news was that their house sold really fast for a very good price in a seller's market. The bad news was that it was suspected that Gary also had Lewy Body Dementia. Gary was also coming down with trembling, like in Parkinson's Disease. He was going down fast. Luckily, Gary's sister came out from Ohio to help with the move and care for Gary so Marge could get a little break from her very full plate.

Marge and I got closer in the weeks leading up to their move. They had a two-month occupancy at their home so they would not feel rushed and could coordinate Gary's care between New Mexico and Ohio. Now that Gary's sister was there, Marge had more free time. Marge and I took a daily hike in the high desert behind our homes so she could get out of the house for a break. We had many long talks about life and what she was going through. She admitted that she had married Gary mainly for the money and security, and now it was her turn to pay him back. She told me she never really loved him, or was she ever sexually attracted to Gary, and one part of her felt guilty about that. I assured Marge she was certainly doing the honorable thing now and had nothing to feel bad about. I was noticing a strong sexual tension and attraction growing between us, but now was not the time to act impulsively. Marge could sure fill out hiking shorts and a tank top nicely, though. I ended up mentally undressing her often on our walks.

It was a couple of days before the big move, and I invited Marge out for a lunch date at her favorite Mexican restaurant, since I knew she would not be getting very good Mexican food once in Ohio. Gary was too far gone to even enjoy the outing by this time, and I could sense Marge wanted it to be just the two of us for one last time. We had shared a lot over the last couple of months. The food was great, and Marge was actually laughing and smiling a little bit again. She also told me what a comfort I had been for her during this difficult time. Marge was wearing a sheer summer short dress that showed off her toned and tanned legs nicely, not to mention her perfect breasts. My attraction to Marge was growing stronger, and I could not help but see that she was encouraging that reaction in me. The afternoon had passed all too fast as we got into my car to head back home.

"Can we hang out at your place a little longer?" Marge said as we pulled into my driveway. "This will probably be the very last time I ever see you, and I am not ready for it to end yet. This afternoon has been a tremendously nice time and relief for me!”

"You bet!" I said enthusiastically, "I was hoping for that, actually. I will miss you a lot. Getting to know you better has been very nice these last few weeks. We have really bonded."

"I want to have sex." Marge said calmly, "I am betting maybe you do too."

"That would be affirmative." I said with equal calmness. "I am guessing we have both been toying with that idea for a while. I know I have been having fantasies about you for weeks."

"I will be gone in the morning for Ohio, and there will be no repercussions or things to worry about," as Marge said exactly what I was thinking already, "It's now or never. I won't be falling in love. I just want a nice goodbye fuck."

Once we got in past my front door, Marge jumped up and wrapped both her legs around my waist and laid a passionate kiss on my lips. She was hot and ready to go! I carried her just like that to my bedroom and threw her down on the bed as she giggled. Her dress had ridden up so I could see her panties, which were already wet in the crotch. I straddled her as I pulled the spaghetti straps of her dress down to expose her tits. Yes, just as I had imagined, they were perfect. I gave her a passionate kiss before I began to suck on her breasts. She started to moan and quiver. This was going to be fun!

I pulled Marge's dress down and caught her panties at the same time in one fell swoop. I now had her nude, lying on my bed, and she looked even better than anything my imagination had come up with. With that, she set up and quickly unbuckled my pants.

"Hey, I get to rip your clothes off too!" Marge giggled, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander!"

With that, Marge pulled my shorts down as my cock sprang up like I was a twenty-year-old! I was even surprised at how big and stiff it looked! She had definitely brought out the very best in me! Marge smiled and looked very pleased as she kissed the head and then engulfed my whole dick in her mouth as it slid easily down her throat. Then she worked it like a pro, and it got even bigger. There was little doubt about how she snagged Gary and earned her keep. I had a hard time not shooting my load in Marge's mouth, but I definitely wanted to cum in her pussy to make it special for both of us. After all, this was a one-time event and something we would remember for the rest of our lives.

I pushed Marge on her back and repeated her 'goose/gander' line to her before I went down on her pussy. It was shaved clean and beautiful, and I explored it with my fingers and tongue as she moaned and pushed her precious cunt against my mouth. She started to buck as her first orgasm ripped through her. I let up and gently lapped up her pussy juice as her orgasm subsided. It felt good to make Marge cum while I was still cocked and loaded. Obviously, she was very orgasmic. I wanted to see how many more times I could make her cum before I did.

"Now we are going to take a little trip around the world, Baby Cakes!" I quipped, "The fun has just begun!"

I rolled Marge over on her back and pulled her up to her knees by her waist for some doggie style. I gave her a playful slap on the ass, and she let out a squeal followed by giggling. I shoved my cock to the hilt in her now very well-lubricated pussy and slammed it home like a pile driver. We had a very nice fit. Her giggling quickly turned to passionate moans until a second orgasm washed over her like a breaking wave. I was on the brink, but held back my orgasm, one of the few benefits of age and experience.

I flipped over on my back as Marge straddled me and slid my dick in her cunt again. Now she would be setting the pace, and my orgasm control would be sorely tested. And what a pace Marge set! She pounded my cock as the slapping of our thighs sounded like a machine gun. Luckily, Marge was so orgasmic by now that they were rolling out of her easily. She shook to the bottom of her soul as another one ripped through her. She rested on top of me, my cock still hard, firm, and deep in her cunt. She kissed me over and over as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Boy, did I need this." Marge whispered, "It just feels so good and right."

"You aren't the Lone Ranger." I whispered back, "We both have been working up to this for a while. It really came at the perfect time."

I gently rolled Marge over on her back, spread her legs, and mounted her missionary style for the finale as I slid my cock in her. We kissed tenderly as we slowly pumped in unison. The speed and intensity increased until I was banging her hard again, and she had her biggest orgasm yet as she wrapped her legs around me and squeezed. I finally came and filled her pussy with a huge load of sperm as we melted together as one.

We lay together and gently kissed in post-coital bliss. Eventually, Marge had to get back home. After she dressed, we shared one last kiss. That was the last time we ever had any contact. We mutually decided that would be for the best of everybody involved. But the memory of that afternoon will live forever.