I like this topic. I'll expand on my experiences regarding it.
My girl is 14 years younger than me.
I'll say that she was younger than 19 when we started dating...
I've never used viagra, and at 34 years old, I fuck my girl 3 times a day when I'm with her. And that's because she can't spend the night (super strict parents, curfew).
All these older guys in America with wives their own age (plus overweight to boot!), being nagged into thinking they're impotent and need viagra...lol. 18 year olds are nature's viagra, man.
My previous serious girl was 18 when i was 26, so 8 years younger than me, and she had a 10 p.m. curfew during the first part of our relationship, until I flew her to meet my parents. After that, her parents allowed her to spend the night.
My dad's 26 years older than my mom, she was a Bancomer Girl for a bit when she worked at the bank, prior to meeting my dad, and she chose to be a housewife, but many of her brothers and sisters are attorneys and accountants, so she could have gone that route had she wanted to. For reference, here is a Bancomer Girl (tatoos would not have been allowed back then):
Since the thread is about older guys dating younger, I'll elaborate on my pops to show an example of what this type of relationship can be like.
My dad is THE MAN.
He's 81 years old now and my mom and him still go to sleep holding hands.
He still playfully flirts with her and keeps her on her toes, and she's 100% certain if something were to happen to her, he'd get himself a younger woman.
His politician friends, with their older wives, would often ask to be introduced to his daughter.
He would clarify that that was his wife.
To this day, he gets breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks, catered to him every day, by my mom, as well as any other tasks he might think of, the creation of which seems to be one of his favorite hobbies.
He'll be downstairs watching TV, and the phone will ring, right next to him. Instead of picking it up, in his low-pitched voice, he rumbles out, "Maaaaadre." That means mother in Spanish, but basically, he's calling my mom.
My mom will be upstairs doing something like knitting or practicing her English online (I bought her the Rosetta Stone English course, and she actually completed ALL of it), and she'll drop whatever she's doing, go downstairs, take the call, and then if it's for my dad, she'll pass it to him after checking with him to see if he wants to take the call.
Last year, after over 34 years of marriage, my mother was allowed to drive a car. This was primarily because my dad, while super healthy (he takes no medication, walks everywhere, and eats a lot every day) is losing some of his peripheral vision, which means eventually he won't be able to drive safely.
My siblings and I basically had an intervention and told him mom was going to have to learn how to drive.
He was not happy and tried preventing this in several ways, but we won and he eventually came around to the decision.
Now he's able to send my mom on more complex errands, for ice cream Snickers, for example.
He actually met my mom when she was 16, but they married later, when she was 20 or so, I don't remember her exact age at marriage.
The way they met is, my mom and her friend were giggling at a cafe, and my dad, being who he is, went up to them and said, "What's going on over here, what's so funny?" They started dating later on, but that was how they met.
Well, actually they had "met" much sooner when my mom was a kid and my father gave a speech. My mom was in the crowd, but my parents didn't realize that they were both there until after they started dating.
While my mom was still in school, word got around that she was dating my dad. From then on, she noticed she started getting A's in every class, even for work that should have been a B, or less. She later figured out that the teachers preferred not to get on my dad's bad side, so that's why she kept getting A's once they started dating.
Anyhow, my father has it pretty good.
Back to myself.
I was in the Philippines with my girl a while back, and we were spending the weekend at a house/compound on the beach with two of her girlfriends and their two boyfriends (she told her parents she was going with just her two girlfriends, and "assumed" permission was given. They flipped out and called over and over, but since we were already too far away at the beach, it was a fait accompli).
So anyhow, we get there late and go to bed. I wake up and head over to the kitchen, where my girl is. She tells me, "You must not be here, you must be with the men and discuss business." All right, so I go to the living room with the guys and chat.
A while later, my girl pops up and asks me if I would like breakfast. I say, "sure." She makes me breakfast, and places it on the table. I sit down to eat.
Here's the thing, instead of sitting down to eat with me, she stands a few feet away, looking at me.
I smile and say, "Take a seat, join me."
She shakes her head and says, "No, I must serve you. I will eat when you are done."
Well all right then.
So she refills my water, gets me more servings, and then once I'm done, she serves herself and we chat.
My prior girl, she was 18, when I would eat pistachios, she would take the bag away from me without me even asking, and she would open each pistachio for me and then hand it over.
You can imagine how making love to a woman like this is.
INCREDIBLE.
Every day.
That's been some of my experiences regarding this topic.
Keep in mind I have really strong filters (no tattoos, no drugs, no smoking, no alcohol, low or zero partner count, intact two-parent family, not materialistic, doesn't wear heels that are too high, dresses modestly, loves her mom and dad, no sexual hangups, takes joy in simply going out for a walk or baking a cake, and doesn't raise her voice (ever), for example), so these girls aren't like this just because they're young.
My previous girl would have ice cream parties with her friends at her place on the weekend. They'd hang out and make ice cream. Or bake things.
It's not for everyone, and YMMV, but I've got no complaints.