Sex Appeal Knows No Age Limit

I Learned (Almost) Everything I Know About Sex From an Older Woman

Don’t tell my grandma about it. She already knows, but we prefer to pretend it didn’t happen.

When I turned twenty-one, my grandma invited me to my favorite restaurant to discuss a “serious topic.” I thought she wanted to warn me about the dire consequences of binge drinking, which I already knew too well, but it was something else.

Bethany, who I recognized as one of Grandma’s bingo friends, was there when I arrived.

“Hello, Ma’am. What a coincidence! I’m meeting with grandma here today.”

“No, you’re meeting with me. Your grandma arranged for everything.”

As you would expect, I was quite surprised.

“Are we on a blind date?!”

“You could say that.”

Bethany then clarified that Grandma had thought it was time for me to learn more about women. But she knew I wouldn’t be too comfortable discussing the topic with her (indeed) and asked her friend to take care of me. Thankfully, Bethany didn’t have a grandson because I didn’t want to think about what could happen in the reversed situation. Anyway, Bethany was recently divorced, and Grandma was married.

What Bethany explained that night completely changed my relationships. I’m 100% sure my marriage would have failed — if not for Bethany’s wisdom.

“Thank you so much for sharing all this with me, dear Bethany,” I said after dessert. “I wish I could repay you. Is there anything I could do?”

“There might be something,” she said with a mysterious smile, which wasn’t mysterious anymore because she had just explained what it meant.

After dinner, I walked her home, and she offered me to come up for coffee. If I want to be honest with myself, I knew it wasn’t an innocent proposal, but I pretended it was because I wasn’t confident enough to accept it as an invitation to have sex with my grandma’s friend from Bingo. Bethany and I were both consenting adults, but she was a few times more adult than I was . . .

As I removed my coat, she took a pillow from her couch, her denture out, kneeled, and gave me the most surprising (and delicious) blowjob ever (don’t tell my wife).

“That’s all for tonight. Farewell.”

The following evening, I was waiting at her door with flowers when she returned from bingo night.

Bethany and I dated for three unforgettable months, during which I practiced (a lot) what I had learned that night at the restaurant. And after this period, she “set me free.”

I was meant to be with someone my age and have children. And she was meant to enjoy the freedom of a recently divorced sexagenarian.

If you want to know a few secrets of our relationship, read Shirley’s article: