Discovering I like sex with Roy more than I ever did with Mary

I'm 72 and live in a retirement community in the wine country. I was married for most of my life, but things came unglued and we divorced. She got the money, and I got the headaches.  The place I live in is a townhouse. There is pickle ball and a community center. A large swimming pool for the summer. My kids never visit and I rarely see my grandchildren. I've made friends here, old bulls put out to pasture.

And that brings me to the purpose of this confession. All these bulls, some dominant and others not, I found myself with a man kissing me. He was drunk, and it was a card party, and he got his dick out, and wanted me to suck him. There, at the table, with the other guys cheering me on. I sucked his dick.  A short quick one, later I sucked his dick for real. Once a cocksucker you become a cocksucker. I discovered something about me. Rolling around naked on a bed with a man is more rewarding than sex with that woman. For one, we both want to be there, and secondly men are just as much fun. 

Retirement has taken on a new dimension. I follow, he leads, but that's ok. I also cook.  And we do our laundry together and I fold. Yeah, I might as well wear panties. I love being the submissive spouse. And I've learned that having him work out his frustrations on me is the way to go. I like and want full penetration, the more the better. I wish I had learned about this part of me when I was younger. Having a big bull on your back is real sexual pleasure. 

So there, I've said it, I've turned a new leaf. Fuck it, I'm retired.