All the leaves were green, and the sky was blue. I went for a walk on a beautiful summer morning around my retirement community in The Villages, Florida. Turning the corner, I heard the wind chimes on my neighbor's porch, signaling that they were back from the north; they brought them inside when they returned to New Jersey.

I quickly ran home to shower and shave. It had been months since my last visit with Cris, and the sex we had was intense. The memories fueled my masturbation sessions ever since.

Cris was the only name she used; she showed me her driver's licence to prove it. She was about 65 and still hot. A GILF, as the young crowd would say. She was always saying she liked things simple. Big T-shirts with no underwear were her staple clothing at home and in her backyard. Away from home, she preferred old-fashioned long gingham dresses wth a kerchief. Her husband, Bill, used to play bass in a bluegrass band and had been in a wheelchair ever since his tour bus crashed on a mountain road.

He paid me to provide Cris with sex, since he was not able to have erections anymore. A common arrangement these days, I'm told. Something about a cuckoo bird. I wasn't paid with money, but with his antique rural music record collection, a hobby we both shared. Frankly, I'd have done it for nothing, but it was fun to play gigolo.

Last time I was paid with several early jazz and Lead Belly records. The arrangement worked for all of us. He loved to see his wife being fucked in front of him, Cris loved the dick I swing, and I got the best out of the arrangement because I got to screw her and acquire more records for my collection. Plus they lived a few doors down, and we became good friends helping each other navigate retirement.

My phone rang as I dried off; it was Chris asking me to come over for lunch, and she had a surprise for me. I got dressed and put the present I bought her in my pocket. It was a short walk over to her house in the summer heat, and I announced my arrival as I walked in the door.

Bill rolled over to meet me, and we shook hands. Cris was busy in the kitchen.

Sitting on their couch were a man and woman that I'd never met. Bill introduced me to Cris's sister, Joann, and her husband, Paul. We shook hands, and we conversed about their trip down, the weather, and the usual stuff that old folks talk about to get acquainted: my NFL days, useful trivia, senior discounts, etc.

Cris called my name, Grant, and asked me to get extra dishes from the top cabinet. Really, she just wanted to kiss me and my dick hello. After her sexy kiss, I whipped it out, and she gave it a quick French kiss. Bill rolled by on his way to the table, followed by Paul and Joann. All three saw Cris with my black dick in her hand and kissing it. They smiled and found their seats.

Cris and I finished setting the table, and we had an excellent lunch and conversation. My relationship to Cris was brought up and explained. Paul and Joann both asked many personal questions. Paul explained the medical conditions that left him unable to fulfill some of his marital duties, and Joann spoke of her desire to have more than fingers and tongue to satisfy her sexual needs. Both spoke of their voyeur activities and were looking to explore in that direction.

Cris expressed her contentment with me as her lover to her sister. Paul asked if I was interested in taking care of Joann while she was visiting, explaining they had just made a similar arrangement with a man in New Jersey, following Cris's advice. Paul passed me his phone full of sexy pics. Joann was an older, heavier version of Cris; you could definitely tell they are sisters. Both had soft, sexy B cups and long, still sexy legs they liked to show off.

Bill winked at me, and he brought up that the arrangement included a payment; Paul responded by offering me his homegrown medical marijuana, and I gladly accepted a large mason jar filled with sweet sinsemilla. I told him they were paid up for the next year! Since my gift to Cris was a new hand-blown glass pipe, I gave it to her, and she happily filled it up to pass around.

We made plans to go to a new nightclub in town called "The Naked Amsterdam" that we had heard so much about. It was a combination of a Dutch cannabis cafe, a bar, and a strip club that had live sex shows after hours, like a swing club.

After the pipe went around the table 4 times, Joann stood up and took me by my hand into the living room; the others followed.

We stood in front of them as we removed each other's clothes and they watched us making out. Joann was fondling my cock and moaning in my ear with my three fingers in her gray-haired pussy when I felt my cock being sucked. I looked down to see my cock in Joann's hand, feeding the tip into her husband's mouth. He got it wet and hard, and he lifted Joann's leg to insert me inside his wife.

We fucked standing up, putting on a great show for our audience. Cris was using the glass pipe as a dildo, fucking herself, holding Bill's hand, watching us fuck. Paul's eyes never left his wife's.

Whispering that she was close to cumming, she lay on the floor and told me to ejaculate on her breast, so I did. She finished herself off with her fingers as my cum coated her left breast. Paul quickly knelt and lapped my jizz off her tit.

Then came nap time. Remember the best part of kindergarten? We seniors got to relive that experience almost every day. We made plans for Friday night, and we retired to our bedrooms.

On Friday night, we drove Bill's customized electric people mover (it ain't no golf cart!) on the trail to the downtown hotel hosting "The Naked Amsterdam." A long waiting line had formed, but we skipped it due to our reservations. A hotel bellhop opened the door for us with a sign on it that read, "If you are offended by any part of the human body, or if Cannabis and Tobacco offend you, do not enter. Must be 21 to enter."

I'd never seen a more attractive pub/adult amusement park than this. Oak paneling was on every wall; portrayals of voluptuous nudes hung next to large TV screens showing high-quality porn.

The beautiful blonde topless budtenders wore fishnet bodysuits with black miniskirts and high heels. They served the extremely happy mixed-age and mixed-race crowd, and each one had at least one porn scene on the big TVs. Ceiling fans drew the smoke up and out of the room, but left the aroma of Mary Jane and cigars to linger.

"Hello, I'm your host Steven and welcome to The Naked Amsterdam." Finding our reservation in his book, Steven led us to our reserved semi-circle booth. I sat in the middle with my two ladies on either side, and a space was already made for Bill's wheelchair. Paul sat next to his wife.

"One of our lovely blond topless budtenders will be right with you. We have a special show coming up soon; I'm sure you will enjoy it," he said as he left to attend to his duties.

We acted like kids in a candy store, looking at the porn, listening to the band playing Bob Marley songs, and we joined the crowd singing the refrain to "No Woman, No Cry".

Everywhere I looked, something sexy was going on, and everyone was smiling. On stage, a nude brunette with a killer body was pole-dancing; a booth of dolled-up senior women on their hen night out were enjoying a private dance from a well-endowed, muscle-bound black man in a thong, and everyone, it seemed, was smoking something. Even on the big TVs, the porn stars were smoking something.

Our lovely blond topless budtender arrived and announced herself as Kilo and handed us menus. She sat in Bill's lap while we scoured the menu looking for deals. Joann asked Kilo how much a lap dance from the black man in a thong cost. She explained he came in with the gals, but she could ask if they would share him. We decided on a table hookah and an eighth ounce of static sift hash, tipped cigars all around and a pitcher of Gorilla Glue#4 infused Sangria, while admiring Kilo's perfect breasts. I'm sure Bill was copping a feel of the lovely Kilo's legs.

We each picked out a porn film or a table or a blond topless budtender; there was plenty to watch as we waited, and the girls and I played handsy under the table. We all admitted to being very turned on, and the night was still young.

The lovely Kilo came back carrying one tray of our goodies, followed by another sexy blond topless budtender with the second tray. Kilo slipped Joann the muscle man's business card, and introduced us to Rudy Alice as they began lighting the cigars for us. They made sure to get their boobs close to Bill and Paul's faces, teasing us all. Kilo crushed the hash into the bowl of the Hookah.

Once the infused wine was served by Rudy Alice, the bill was presented, and of course, we asked for our senior discount; the two topless budtenders said "shure" in unison, and kissed Bill's bald head, leaving him with bright red lipstick on his shiny dome. He swatted their asses, and we all had a good laugh.

The hash was so mild and tasty through the water pipe; none of us coughed or gagged, and the pitcher of infused Sangria didn't last long, but we knew better than to consume any more. It was the ladies' first time with cigars, and they enjoyed the experience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the lovely Kush," Steven announced from the stage. The band started to play the very sexy "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Randy Newman. Steven sang the lyrics.

Kush came out gyrating her hips and swaying back and forth to the crowd's enthusiastic responses. She looked fantastic in her long black gloves, a see-through white vest showing off her shiny gold nipple pasties with swinging tassels. Black fishnet stockings adorned her legs, held up with a garter belt. A black, tight pencil skirt with a slit up one side accentuated her full hips and ass. Her head was adorned with a black, wide-rimmed hat with a black lace veil that only covered her eyes. Between her lips was a Black and Mild cigar.

Kush danced her way offstage to gyrate and tease the crowd on the polished hardwood floor, pulling her long black gloves off and playfully swatting at the patrons with them.

She danced through the room, snapping her vest off first and throwing it over a lady's face, then snapping her dress off, whirling it around her head and throwing it on the floor, exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Walking back to the stage, she selected a lucky lady to hold her shoe, and her date took off her stocking. The lucky lady put her shoe back on and ran her hand up Kush's Leg. The crowd was loving it.

Kush walked to the next booth and repeated the maneuver with a different couple; Kush let the man run his hand up her leg to her garter belt and told him to unsnap it, letting it hit the floor too.

She walked back up the stage steps and kicked her shoes off and into the cheering crowd. She left the hat on.

The song ended, and the applause was very loud and long as she left the stage. Kilo picked up her costume off the floor and from the patrons with a sexy little dance of her own.

I was getting wasted as we all were, and we all had big shit-eating grins on our wrinkled faces after Kush's sexy strip show.

My two ladies were dripping wet by the end of her show. I asked them to stop fondling me; I was too close to cumming, and I wanted to save it if I could. I had a finger in each of the sisters; Paul and Bill were discreetly playing with their wives' breasts.

We smoked everything we bought, and the girls couldn't wait any longer; they both wanted to get my dick in them, and I obliged by pulling Joann on my lap and on my cock, as we were seeing other couples doing the same discreet trick. Joann sat on my cock, no movement from her; she squeezed me with her pussy muscles as the husbands watched. Joann came quickly and silently; so did Cris when it was her turn. We could all cross off our bucket list having sex in a crowded public place with no one the wiser.

The band stopped playing, and Steven announced that the private party would start in 30 minutes; only a few folks got up and left. Those of us who stayed were handed a card with a black-and-white picture of Kush smoking a spliff next to a big, stiff cock. Handwritten: $200 per table.

We all needed to use the restrooms, so we moved out of the booth.

"Ask someone what the party is all about and if it's worth the price," Paul said, always mindful of the limits to the recreational funds of his fixed income.

Cris and Bill used the handicapped room, and Paul and I snuck Joann into a men's room stall. She wanted to watch men peeing, and she masturbated watching the men using the urinals, peeking from the crack in the doorway. She crossed that off her bucket list, she informed us upon leaving the restroom, hanging on our arms.

The men we spoke to about the party swore it was the best event in town, and we would be sorry if we missed it. They explained it was a live sex show and that the audience got involved if they wanted to. That's all we needed to hear. I found the lovely Kilo and gladly paid the fee. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to her for a very sexy kiss, saying she spotted me coming in the door and couldn't resist a handsome gray-haired black man. She accompanied me to our booth holding my hand, and soon came back with another tray full of joints, cigars, hemp cigarettes, condoms and a Naked Amsterdam-branded spray bottle of organic coconut oil.

The band struck up a slow, sexy blues groove, and Steven made this announcement, "Welcome back, all you sexy smokers. Ladies are required to be topless from now on, so ladies, let those puppies breathe!"

All 19 ladies were showing their tits in a matter of seconds, much to everyone's delight.

"Grab your favorite combustible and light it up; let's get this party started!" Steven continued. "Tonight we are going to play a little game we call 'Egg Timer.' We need three female exhibitionists to volunteer; please step to the stage if you want to be our entertainment."

Cris and Joann practically ran to the stage, eager to be the center of attention for these horny spectators. They were joined by a young, smoking-hot black girl with big areolas and peanut-sized nipples on her small breasts. She wore a jeweled gold bar through her one pierced nipple that sparkled in the spotlight.

They were seated in folding chairs, and the band stopped playing.

Steven said, "Let's have a big hand for our house band, The Local Plugs!" They packed up and left the stage. Kush came out naked, except for her heels and black leather collar. She was followed by the blond, now-naked budtenders in high heels and collars too. They danced and pranced around the three women sitting, putting blindfolds on each lady and then securing their hands behind them.

Steven came back out on stage holding a big hourglass timer with very little sand in it. Kush, Kilo and Rudy Alice stood behind each blindfolded woman. The rest of the nearly naked blond budtenders swayed their sexy asses off the stage and into the audience.

Two of the busty women sat at my table to replace the sisters on stage, they said, introducing themselves as The Doobie Sisters. I wasn't about to complain.

"Ladies, start at the top," Steven commanded. He flipped the hourglass timer over, and his girls placed their big boobs on each volunteer's shoulder and massaged their scalps for three minutes.

Steven flipped the timer over and simply said, "Now lower," into his microphone.

His girls complied and kissed the necks of the volunteers for the next three minutes, sending chills through the volunteers.

Steven said, "Lower than that," in his sexy low voice, and he flipped the timer over. His girls grabbed the volunteers' boobs, Steven sprayed them with the coconut oil, and they sensually rubbed their boobs and played with their nipples, visibly exciting all of us for the next three minutes, and driving the volunteers to moan out loud.

The audience was starting to get into it now, mimicking the commands with the women in their booths.

I whispered in the ears of the Doobie Sisters that my friends were medically unable to have erections, but they would enjoy sexy kisses and comments about their wives on stage. They understood the assignment and cheerfully sat in my friends' laps to perform for them. Where did they find all these hot, kind women? I was wondering.

Back on stage, Steven said, "Kiss those sexy lips!"

His girls leaned over and gave the volunteers an upside-down kiss on the mouth; all three responded with tongues and moans.

The audience loved this and responded by shucking off the rest of their clothes.

Steven dropped his pants and showed a large, fat semi-hard cock. The crowd roared their approval. Steven flipped the timer and pointed to the black girl and said, "Eyes wide open!"

Kush removed the blindfold, and we all watched the girl's eyes get wide open along with her mouth. Steven took advantage of this and put his cock tip between her lips; she desperately wanted his whole cock in her mouth, but he only let her kiss the tip for two and a half minutes. He slid his cock to the back of her mouth and let her do it until the timer ran out of sand.

Time was up, and Kush replaced her blindfold. Steven repeated this tease with Joann and Cris, leaving them shaking with lust in their seats and me almost creaming my jeans.

"Boobs, everyone loves boobs," Steven said, and his girls put a boob in each mouth of the volunteers; they hungrily sucked and licked and moaned for three minutes.

"Candy time!" said Steven, flipping the timer.

His girls stood on the chair seats and pushed the volunteers' heads back, then lowered their pussies to the volunteers' mouths. The volunteers eagerly opened their mouths and readily serviced the pussies despite it being the first time playing with women.

My buddies could not take their eyes off their wives, but I looked around to see everyone was involved in some kind of sex, women kissing women and men fucking them at the same time, double teaming a naked blonde budtender, men and women sucking dicks, everyone but me. I was saving myself for my girls, and I feared one more touch on my dick would make it explode.

Back on stage, the blindfolds were removed; Kush was putting a condom on Steven. Cris was untied and led to the front edge of the stage, and placed on her knees on an ottoman. Kush French-kissed her, Kilo got under her enough to suck her titty, and Rudy Alice removed her skirt and panties. Steven asked her if she was willing to be fucked in front of everyone. She screamed YES, and he asked the crowd, "Do you want to see me fuck this GILF?"

Everyone who didn't have their mouth full responded with a resounding YES!

Steven entered Cris's wet pussy and met no resistance. Cris emitted a low growling moan when he hit bottom, and she screamed, "Fuck me, oh shit, fuck me, I'm coming, ahhh!"

Steven rapidly fucked her, making her come again very quickly. Steven pulled out of her, we applauded, and Cris was escorted off stage and back to our booth by Kilo.

On stage, our sexy black girl got the same treatment, only with Rudy Alice's pussy in her mouth. She was escorted back to her booth, and she quickly lowered herself on the closest hard cock. Rudy Alice stayed with her, kissing and sucking her titties.

That left Joann on stage, still tied up. She whispered to Kush and asked her if she could watch her and Steven fuck. Steven lowered his microphone and said, "Louder, babe, your husband didn't hear you!"

"Steven, will you fuck Kush so I can watch?" Joann loudly replied.

"Only if he can cum in your mouth, and you have to share his cum with me in a sexy kiss!" Kush said into the mic.

"Oh my God, that's so hot! Of course you can!" Joann replied.

Kush removed Steven's condom and sprayed more coconut oil on his cock. She bent over 6 inches away from Joann's face, and Joann watched Steven enter Kush's pussy from behind with her mouth open and her eyes glazed.

Steven and Kush put on a spectacular sex show for Joann and the rest of us to see. Joann was drooling and repeatedly crossing and uncrossing her legs, desperate to cum. She muttered repeatedly, "I want to suck you, I want to suck you," over and over, her eyes glued to the scene in front of her.

Minutes later, she got her wish when Steven pulled out his cock and put it in her open mouth. Kush knelt close to her ears and whispered, "Suck my husband's cock, you old whore, and don't you dare swallow!"

Steven moaned low and sexy; he said, "Get ready, my slut," and started cumming in her mouth. Kush quickly pushed Steven away and greedily kissed and sucked Steven's cum out of Joann's mouth.

Kush untied Joann and helped her to return to our booth.

We all rose and gave a big round of applause that became contagious. Soon, everyone was standing and clapping. We collected our leftovers and souvenir card, and made our way out to Bill's electric people mover.

Joann pulled my still hard cock out of my pants and sat on my cock, fucking me as we rode through the empty paved trails back to our neighborhood. I released all my pent-up cum in her, parked in my driveway, not caring if anyone saw us. I could get used to this.