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By *ongh OP Man
over a year ago
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I’d always considered myself gay, never had a girlfriend or shown the remotest interest in them except as friends. Not that it stopped me appreciating a beautiful face or body and I’d defy anybody not to admire a lovely pair of breasts on a woman. Or man!
So what started my sudden interest, in my early fifties, in having sex with a woman? Well, not exclusively with a woman, it would have to be a threesome with another male a willing and active participant. Was I really bi and had I been denying my straight side for all of this time?
Like many on here, I’m registered on a number of sites, a couple for which I pay a premium which allows greater access to a number of facilities. On one particular site, aimed at the more mature men amongst us, there is a facility which allows lots of videos to be viewed. Most if not all of these are home produced, some more professionally than others, and they range in length from a few seconds up to an hour or more. What they have in common is a thumbnail picture of a scene so you get an idea of what those involved look like, even though in some cases it may only show a cock and balls. They also contain a rating of between 1 and 5 stars and the number of people who have rated them. This helps, in my case, to judge which are potential discreet Sherman material. Sherman tank, that is, for the benefit of any younger readers. That’s wank, if you don’t know your rhyming slang.
Fortunately, the video section contains a search facility so you can select the type of video to view. My preference is for mature + mature + fucking which, on selecting, produces the thumbnail picture of all videos posted which meet those criteria. Needless to say, there are plenty of them and many a happy hour has been spent viewing and, as more videos are uploaded daily, there is usually something new to view. On the odd occasion when that isn’t the case, there are some old favourites worth a second or third viewing.
One day, I accidentally selected the mature + younger + fucking combination. Unusually, at least to my mind given that this is a site for gay men, this selection also brought up what were clearly straight videos of mature men and younger women in addition to the expected gay selection. From the straight videos, I could not help but be drawn to those where I was attracted to the man. So, on one of those occasions when there was little new of interest to me in my preferred area, curiosity got the better of me and I selected a straight video with a high star rating in which I liked the look of the man involved. As it happened, on viewing I also liked and found myself aroused by the content. To the best of my knowledge it contained fairly conventional straight sex - kissing, breast and nipple groping and sucking, cock sucking, pussy licking and tonguing, and fucking. I was intrigued by the pussy licking and tonguing, especially when he would withdraw from fucking and start licking again. The guy was clearly enjoying it and so was she. What did it smell and taste like, I wondered? What would it smell and taste like after he had cum? What would his cock taste like after he had fucked her, I wanted to know. No, I wanted to taste …
Watching these straight videos became a fairly regular habit and, no matter how attracted I was to the guy’s cock, I was increasingly keen to sample what the women had to offer too. And not just to taste, either. I realised I wanted to fuck a woman, which struck me as odd as I am primarily a bottom who loves nothing better than being on the receiving end of a hot cock. A eureka moment: wouldn’t it be great if, whilst I was fucking her, I was being fucked by him at the same time? How heavenly would that be? The problem was, where to find a bi couple willing to fulfil the bi threesome fantasy of a 50+ gay guy?
I was aware that there were straight and bi swingers clubs so I assumed there would be internet swinging sites on which to register. Sure enough, I searched, found one that looked suitable, registered and wondered if I would attract any interest from a suitable mature bi couple. Well, I did attract some interest but at first exclusively from bi guys looking for a bit of one-on-one cock fun! Not really what I was looking for but I was pleased to discover another source of potential fun. Anyway, it was early days and perhaps something would turn up.
Anyway, I continued to check for messages in the hope that something would turn up and after a couple of weeks it did. I always get excited when signing into a site and seeing that there’s a new message or two, don’t you? On this occasion, a Sunday evening, I went to open the message and immediately recognised the little profile pic which accompanied it. Not a face pic but one showing most of a firm chest with large, erect nipples, just the sort I like to chew on. That was not all, though. The pic also showed a thick, erect penis which was pointing skywards at such an angle that his belly button was totally obscured.
As stated, I recognised the pic – not a cock you forget in a hurry. I had checked this profile out several times but never sent a message for reasons which escaped me in the excitement of receiving this one. So, before opening the message in full, I clicked on the link to his profile to find out why I had never sent him a message. A married guy, a few years older than me, a few inches taller than me, a body described as average, interested in massaging and oral. No mention of anal, which, as a willing bottom, explained my lack of interest in contacting him. No mention of his wife being involved, either, which further explained my lack of interest. There was the profile pic again, his cock drawing my eyes like a beacon. The profile described it as average. I know camera angles can distort size and play tricks, but if that’s average, I thought, I’ll have to amend my profile size to small!
So back to the message. Bi-curious looking to give massage and receive first oral, can travel. Well, I was brought up to be polite and helpful so decided to reply that I was interested and could accommodate. I added that I was also willing to receive anything else that he may care to offer, nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Within a minute of sending my message, a short reply was received: text me on…. I wasted no time and sent a simple text along the lines of hi, I’m Gerry, you messaged me and asked me to text, how are you? Pretty banal stuff, but an ice breaker, I hoped. He replied promptly, again banal stuff, just his name (David) and asking where I lived. I told him, asking did he know the area. Yes he did, and the first inkling that something unusual was in the air: “we live in ...” and he stated the area. I knew it but not well but what aroused my interest was his use of the word “we”. I already knew he was married and it struck me as odd that he should use it instead of “I live in…”
More texts extracting some pretty basic detail were exchanged before he revealed that his wife knew of his as yet to be acted on bi tendencies. Did she know he had registered on the site and was looking to act out, I asked. Yes he replied, and then the bombshell. Have you had a MMF threesome, he asked. “I’m looking for a guy who can become a friend … with both of us…with whom we can visit and perhaps have fun with…she likes to massage and be massaged…she may well wank you.” I could be that friend, I replied, or something suitably corny. With that, he promised to chat and clear with his wife.
His next message took me by surprise yet again. Have you ever had sex with a woman, he asked and, after receiving my reply, asked would I be comfortable getting naked! Is the Pope German? Not that I replied in that way! His next reply stunned me and got my heart and cock beating. “I have voyeuristic tendencies and I would love to watch you with my wife, then I could suck her juices from your cock and then finger your ass as you fuck her”. Well, you can imagine my reaction as, although not my exact fantasy, the prospect of it occurring appeared nearer to reality! It didn’t take much imagination to see finger in ass replaced by cock in ass if we ever got to meet!
The following night saw another series of texts eliciting more information, including the fact that any meet would have to take place on a weekend. I advised that I was away from Friday for the weekend so any meet would have to wait to the weekend after that at the earliest. He finished that night’s texts by letting me know that he had yet to discuss with his wife which left me wondering if I was dealing with a timewaster, an occupational hazard on sites such as this as many of us have found out. I really hoped not and my spirits were lifted the following evening, the Tuesday, when he sent a text saying that he was going shopping and could he pop in for a brief chat. Of course I agreed, gave him my address and half an hour later the big ben door chime announced his arrival.
I opened the door and had my first proper look at him: slimmer than I expected and bald / shaven headed. Ruggedly handsome and physically quite imposing, I invited him in and we shook hands, introducing ourselves. He explained he thought it best we meet briefly just to confirm that he wasn’t (and by extension neither was I) a timewaster as they had come across too many of those, and to discuss what might happen, his and his wife’s expectations and desires and what I hoped to get out of it. He was intrigued that I had no experience with women, I equally so that at a similar age he had awoken a bi side. In the brief time we chatted, I liked what I heard and was left in no doubt as to his honesty and intentions and I think he felt the same about me.
He repeated that he did not have much time and asked would I like to see it. I’ve already seen it, I said, referring to the profile picture, to which he smiled and said I meant the real thing. He undid his jeans, which dropped to the floor, and then lowered his boxers. His cock hung down, fairly flaccid. Can I touch it, I asked, and he agreed. I held it in my right hand and cupped his hairy balls in my left and it began to stir. I began to move my right hand slowly up and down the shaft. His cock stirred some more and was soon erect and pointing directly at me at a right angle. It was just as big in real life as it had looked in the picture. The camera hadn’t lied and I told him so.
Can I taste it, I asked. Again he agreed and I sunk to my knees. I kissed the tip gently and then used the tip of my tongue to tease his piss hole. I then took the bell end into my mouth, again gently, before pulling away and started to suck on his foreskin. I looked up and he was smiling appreciatively. I then started to suck slowly on the shaft, gradually taking more and more of it into my mouth until I could take no more. It didn’t quite fit and so I knew I would gag if I ever tried to deep throat him.
Conscious that he had little time, I stood up and he asked if I could see mine. Of course I said and copied his earlier actions in lowering my clothing, jogging bottoms and briefs in my case. I was still flaccid too but his touch soon induced a semi erection and without asking (as if I would have said no!) he bent down and took it in his mouth, mimicking my earlier actions. I was soon fully erect too, not quite as long and not quite as thick as his, but he seemed to enjoy his first taste. After an all too brief time, he released me and we pulled up our clothing.
He left, apologising that he could not stay longer, but stating that the brief time together was sufficient for him to be confident we could take it further, if I wanted to, and that as a next step he would discuss with his wife and, if she was agreeable, arrange for me to meet her. Assuming we got on, it would be her decision if fantasy was to become reality. I certainly wanted that to be the case and hoped that his wife would feel the same way.
For the next few days, the odd text messages were exchanged and, as said previously, I went away on the Friday for the weekend. Not being a slave to the mobile, I did not carry it around with me and so only checked for messages on return to the hotel. I had advised David of this so as not to have him thinking that I was ignoring him should he text me. When I checked the phone on the Sunday morning there was a message from him. He had discussed with his wife the previous evening, had even taken her around to show her where I lived, and the upshot was that she was willing to consider a threesome but, as he had previously advised, would need to meet me first before making the final decision. Would I be able to meet with him and his wife on the Wednesday evening? Of course, I replied, and it was agreed that they would visit at 7.30. One step closer to reality but I tried not to build my hopes up too much.
The next few days dragged, texts being exchanged periodically and confirming that Wednesday was still OK. I grew increasingly apprehensive as Wednesday evening approached and wondered was I doing the right thing. Several times I contemplated cancelling but each time talked myself out of it. Shortly after 7.30, the door chimed and I went to open it, trying to be calm but sure my nerves would give me away. I opened the door. David looked as I remembered him but this time dressed more formally. His wife was stood behind and slightly to the side and out of the light cast by the open door so I only got a partial view of her. She looked to be tall, quite big built, with styled dark hair. David said hello, good to meet you again and we shook hands again as I stood aside to let them enter.
With the door closed and under better lighting, I got my first proper glimpse of his wife, who David introduced as Catherine. She too offered her hand which, though I was tempted to kiss it, I shook. My first impressions were correct. She was quite tall, in her heels slightly taller than me in my slippers, and she carried the build well. The same age as David, she had an attractive face with dark, twinkling eyes surrounded by laughter lines. She asked how I was. Very nervous, I replied. She laughed, put her arm through mine and said me too, shall we go through, indicating the direction of the lounge. I immediately felt more relaxed and took an instant liking to her. I led the way, Catherine still linked by arm.
As she released my arm, I asked her to make herself comfortable and she removed her coat, placing it at one end of the sofa which she then seated herself in the middle of. She too was dressed quite formally. David had removed his jacked which he placed on top of the coat. To my surprise, he sat in the only arm chair, meaning the only space for me to sit was next to Catherine. Delaying the inevitable, I asked if they had time for a drink. Catherine answered, explaining that they were on their way to a family gathering (hence the state of dress), but yes, they had time. After hearing the options, Catherine chose a small glass of dry white wine, David, the designated driver for the night, a fruit juice.
When I returned from the kitchen with the drinks, Catherine had moved from her place on the sofa and was stood examining the contents of my bookshelves, the books being ordered alphabetically. She paused at a section (the Cs), pulled out a hardback book and said she was surprised to see that I had a small selection of these and didn’t know they produced hardbacks, explaining that she was an avid reader of romantic fiction. Have you read that one, I asked? Possibly she said, but Mills and Boon produced so many with similar plots it was difficult to remember them all. At the mention of M & B David looked at me quizzically and I could see that Catherine was genuinely puzzled that I should have a selection, hardbacks at that, which was so out of place amongst the other fiction lining the shelves. Open it, I said, knowing that the inside would reveal a hand written inscription addressed to me.
She read it and paused for a while, as if considering her response. Ah, you must know the writer then she asked and I confirmed that yes, the author was in fact my older sister. Closing the book, she said this is a bit of a fantasy of ours, isn’t it, the twinkle still in her eye as she took the drink off me and returned to the sofa to sit down, placing the book on top of the coat and jacket. Having nowhere else to sit, I had no option but to sit next to her. To my surprise and relief, we continued to make small talk about books, music, reasons for my early retirement and so on, the nature of the conversation and the wine I was also drinking helping me to relax before, I assumed, the potential awkward questions to follow.
After about twenty minutes or so and just when I was wondering when we were going to get around to discussing the reason we had met, Catherine drained her glass and said to David that they needed to leave otherwise they were going to be late. I was puzzled, not really knowing what to think but assuming the worst: she did not like me and that things would go no further.
She stood up, picked up the book and smiled at me, sensing my confusion. Can I borrow this, she said, I’ll bring it back on Saturday when we return. That is, she continued, assuming you still want fantasy to become reality? She explained that David had told her everything he knew about me, that she had looked at my profile and had been to see where I lived too. She said that she trusted David’s judgement but thought that it was only fair I should be given the chance to meet her to be able to inform my decision. I stuttered my thanks and confirmed that I was still keen to take further, babbling about how grateful I was and so on. We agreed that I would confirm details with David about Saturday over the next couple of days and we said our goodbyes, handshakes being replaced by chaste kisses on the cheek, although David gently caressed my cock area too, a caress which did not go unnoticed by Catherine who chuckled in acknowledgement and approval. I waited until I heard the car doors shut and the engine fire before closing the door, mixed feelings of relief and excitement flowing through me.
I spoke to David the next day to finalise arrangements: they would be arriving by taxi at around 8.00 pm; white wine would be fine to drink; no nibbles (of the food variety); activities to take place in the lounge as there was more space; something to cover the carpet in case of spillage (massage oils – I was hoping nothing else would be spilled!) and so on. As it happened, I had an old memory foam double mattress topper which I had kept on the off chance that it might come in useful. Not only would it protect the carpet from spillage, accidental or otherwise, it would also prevent carpet burns! Covered with an old duvet cover and with the addition of some additional scatter cushions and the correct lighting, I was sure that the lounge would indeed make the best location. Friday came and went, out with the boys in the evening sampling the delights of the Kings Cross and Golden Cross pubs. Delights being the beer consumed. The odd comment that I seemed a little pre-occupied, which was certainly the case but I had no wish to divulge the reason why.
Saturday dawned and I went through my usual Saturday morning rituals and chores. The afternoon was spent making sure the flat was freshly dusted and vacuumed and I checked where best to position the mattress topper, re-arranging the furniture slightly to provide more room. An early evening meal followed by the ritual three esses – shit, shave, shower with, on this occasion, shave being followed by douche before shower to ensure the back passage was as clean as possible should it be invaded later on. I always try to be an accommodating host! Ablutions finished and dressed for the occasion, I arranged the lounge as per the earlier test, put on some suitable, at least to my ear, music and adjusted the lighting to an appropriate level to await the arrival of David and Catherine. At just gone 7.45 the familiar tone from the mobile told me that a text message had arrived. I opened it, they were on their way, signalling my pulse to increase in anticipation.
Approximately 20 minutes later, although it seemed a lot longer, the doorbell chimed. They had arrived. I took a couple of deep breaths and went to the door. As on their previous visit, Catherine was stood behind and slightly to the side of David who, I could see, was dressed casually in a style similar to his initial solo visit. Catherine’s clothing was obscured by a full length coat that she was wearing but her appearance looked slightly different. Less and / or more subtle make-up, I quickly decided and, as they both moved into the hall, I could see that both less and more subtle was indeed the case. To my untrained eye, it made her look even more attractive than had been the case earlier in the week. Nervous greetings were exchanged and this time David led the way through to the lounge without being asked.
I followed after Catherine and both were suitably complimentary about the way I had arranged it. Both were also pleasantly surprised by the inclusion of the mattress topper. I asked for their coats. David removed his jacket and handed it to me, a slight grin on his face. I turned towards Catherine as she started to unbutton her coat. The reason for David’s grin soon became apparent when it became clear that make up was not the only less of that Catherine was wearing. She undid the final button and let the coat fall to the floor. My eyes had followed the descent of the coat. She was stood legs apart as my eyes ascended up her body. Firm, shapely long legs sheathed in black stockings. Sexy, skimpy black panties above which bulged a slight tummy. No sign of any hair which pleased me as I was hoping that she was shaved and smooth. Her breasts, entrapped by matching bra, looked voluptuous and firm to me but my main thought was that I hoped I would not be asked to remove it! Never having had to before, I did not want my lack of expertise in that area to let me down.
I glanced at her face and saw that she was smiling mischievously, the smile being all that she was wearing apart from her undergarments. Without knowing where it came from, I looked at her directly in the eye and said that I can see that you have already made yourself comfortable. Both laughed and much of the nervous tension I was feeling disappeared. I picked up her coat, took David’s jacket and put them in the bedroom. On return, I said I’ll fetch the drinks and went into the kitchen wondering was this really a dream. For once I was pleased that the bottle had a cork and I used the time taken to open it and pour the wine to compose myself.
I picked up the tray with the glasses on and returned to the lounge, any composure I had managed to restore quickly evaporating as both David and Catherine were now naked except that Catherine had kept on her stockings which, I assumed, must have been self-supporting. David took the tray off me as Catherine spoke. We thought we’d start by massaging you and take it from there, the taking it from there opening up all possibilities in my mind. I stood for a split second, said something stupid like that sounds good and, conscious that I was still fully clothed, started to undress, also conscious that they were both looking at me. As if sensing my discomfort, David handed Catherine her drink. She took it, took a sip, turned away and placed it on a side table. She then started to rummage in the bag she had brought with her.
Once stripped, I picked up all clothes, including theirs, and took them through to the bedroom. I placed the clothes in separate piles on the bed, not that there was much in Catherine’s pile. As her panties were on top, I could not resist but run the crotch through my fingers. It felt slightly damp to touch and I couldn’t resist a quick sniff. Some unidentifiable perfume mixed with the unidentifiable smell of her, a heady mix. My cock, which up to now had been fairly flaccid, began to stir. Without further delay but wondering whether there was any pre-cum on David’s boxers, I picked up some old but still usable towels which I had got out ready and returned to the lounge.
David was sat on the sofa, glass in hand, and, not for the first time, I was pleased that I had elected leather as it was easy to wipe. Or lick clean. I glanced at him and saw that his cock was in a similar state to mine. Catherine was sat on the floor, well, on the bottom edge of the mattress topper over to the left hand side. We were just talking about the machine your music is being played from as we haven’t seen one before. I explained briefly what it was and how it worked and asked were they OK with what was being played. Conscious that my mouth was dry, I asked for my glass. Catherine picked it up off the tray and handed it to me. For the first time I had a good look at her body. Yes she was shaved and smooth, I was pleased to see. Her breasts were voluptuous with large, surprisingly dark aureoles surrounding large, erect nipples. The breasts sagged slightly but for all I knew that could have been as much to do with the effect of gravity and their weight as to do with the ravages of time. I took a few sips of wine and placed the glass on the mantelpiece.
Catherine patted the mattress topper and asked me to lie down on my stomach, arms down by my side, legs apart. I did as asked. We were about to begin!
I heard the sound of a bottle top being undone and then Catherine’s soft but firm hands expertly massaging across the top of my back, starting with the neck and working down and across, paying particular attention to the shoulders. Not too tense, she said, as she continued to use her skills to slowly work down my body, the touch of her hands and the feel and scent of the oil succeeding in relaxing me. I could not see David and had no idea what he was doing. After a few minutes her hands reached my buttocks. She paused for a few seconds, adding a little more oil to her hands, I assumed, before starting to work on them, one hand on each, moving in circular motions in opposite directions. It felt wonderful. Her hands moved across my buttocks towards the crack and she gently pulled the cheeks apart. As she did so, I felt a dribble of oil run down the crack, presumably the work of David, and then one of Catherine’s fingers started to gently rub the oil down the crack and over my expectant hole. She teased the hole with the tip of her finger and then gently inserted the tip. Hidden from view, my cock was straining against the mattress as it responded to her touch.
Just as I was preparing for her to insert her finger fully, she withdrew and turned her attention to the tops of my legs and began working down. As she did so, two hands became four as David began to explore my buttocks. Not as smooth as Catherine’s, larger and more urgent, he too pulled the cheeks apart and wasted no time in teasing open the well oiled hole and inserting his index finger. He started slowly to finger fuck me and my still invisible erection reached its maximum. I was pleased that I had used the mattress as I was sure my cock would have had carpet burns had that not been the case! As Catherine moved to work on my calves, David’s index finger was replaced by his larger middle finger and he continued to slowly finger fuck me. Calves completed, Catherine moved on to my feet, the timing of which coincided with David removing his middle finger from my hole only for it to be replaced by his index and middle fingers. I groaned in pleasure as my hole stretched to accommodate the additional girth and the finger fucking started again, slowly at first but then more rapidly. David began to reduce speed again and slowly withdrew just as Catherine announced that it was time for me to turn over.
As they moved away slightly to allow me to turn over, David asked if I was enjoying myself. Fantastic, I said, see for yourselves, as I turned over to reveal my erection pointing skywards. David had seen it before but it was the first time for Catherine, who looked pleased with her work. No doubt David had already told her what to expect and, to my relief, she did not look disappointed. Neither made any move to touch it and a slight pause followed when we all had a drink of wine. As the glasses were nearly empty, David offered to get refills and headed to the kitchen to fetch the bottle from the fridge. As he did so, Catherine started to massage again, starting from the top and moving down my body more quickly this time. I had to resist the temptation to touch her breasts which were swinging invitingly in front of me. Belly completed, she moved onto my legs, totally ignoring my cock which was still pointing skywards. From this position I could see David sitting on the sofa, glass in one hand, cock in other, gloriously erect.
Legs and feet completed, Catherine asked for a towel, which David passed to her. She wiped her hands to remove any excess oil and said time for my reward. Hers, that was. David passed her glass of wine and she took a large sip. Her next move surprised me. Bending over, she moved her mouth towards my cock, parted her lips slightly and let the cold wine dribble down on it. I gasped as the cold liquid made contact with my skin but with barely a pause she took my cock in her mouth and sucked greedily, keen not to waste a drop of the wine. The coolness of the wine was soon replaced by the warmth of her mouth as she started to slowly suck me, the first woman to do so. After a short while, she pulled away, her mouth immediately being replaced by David’s and, for several minutes, they took turns to suck me.
David now stood up at my feet and Catherine said I think he would like some of this. I did not need asking twice, got up off the mattress, sank to my knees in front of him and began to return the compliment. Catherine sat on the sofa and watched appreciatively, murmuring encouragement, a couple of cushions propped behind her so that the she was able to sit back, buttocks perched on the edge, her legs splayed revealing her pussy, pink and inviting. Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention and I could see that she was playing with herself, licking one finger seductively and then rubbing herself, inserting a little of the way. She looked moist and I was sure the wetness was not just down to her saliva.
David had begun to slowly fuck my mouth causing me to gag occasionally, not that I objected, whilst watching his wife tempt him with her playing. After a few minutes he withdrew and moved over to Catherine. He sunk to his knees, leant forward and kissed her passionately on the mouth, she responded equally passionately. His hands were caressing and squeezing her breasts and soon his mouth was licking, sucking and chewing on first one and then the other nipple. He then ran his tongue down her body, pausing to lick her belly button, and then moved down to her pink pussy. I moved in closer at the side to get a better view as David used his lips and tongue to both pleasure and lubricate his wife prior to, I assumed, penetrating her. She was groaning quietly, clearly aroused.
Oblivious to me, David pulled away, adjusted his position slightly so that his erect cock, larger and thicker than mine, was pointing directly at his wife’s pussy. He rubbed it up and down against her a few times before inserting his large bell end. Catherine groaned again. I was surprised how easily his cock slid in. He began to thrust slowly, gradually penetrating further, establishing an easy rhythm. From his kneeling position he was able to kiss her mouth and breasts, which he also caressed with his hands. Occasionally he would withdraw fully before re-entering, allowing me to see his glistening cock. He looked at me and gestured for me to move in closer still to allow him to play with mine with his hand. Catherine then asked me to stand on the sofa astride her, which I did. I placed my arms on the back of the sofa to stop myself from falling as she took my cock in her mouth and began to suck me in rhythm with the thrusts from David’s cock. Occasionally David’s hands would caress my buttocks and his index finger would enter me.
A gradual increase in the rate at which my cock was being sucked told me that David had increased his rate of thrusting and was probably close to shooting. Without being asked, I moved back off the sofa, the sounds of Catherine’s sucking replaced by those of both her and David groaning as they neared climax. Groans grew louder and their bodies convulsed in unison as they came together, David continuing to thrust powerfully until he was fully spent. He leant forward and Catherine wrapped her arms and legs around him as they both recovered from their exertions. Breathing grew easier but they stayed in this position for several minutes.
Catherine released her arms and legs and David pulled back. He was still inside her but I could see that some of his semen mingled with, I assumed, her love juices, had begun to ooze out and were forming a trail on the sofa. David slowly withdrew, still semi erect, stood up and turned around to face me. I could do with cleaning up he said. I got down on my knees and gently began to lick his shaft, avoiding the glans knowing how sensitive that was still likely to be. Once sure that the shaft was clean, I turned my attention his head which glistened with cum. A slight trail still oozed from his hole so I used my tongue to lick it out. I then took the glans gently in my mouth and began to work it with my tongue, ensuring that not a drop was missed. I then took his whole cock in my mouth and worked its length a few times just to be sure and felt the first stirrings of another erection.
Admiring his stamina and powers of recovery, I withdrew and turned towards Catherine. We seem to have made a mess here too, she said. David moved further back to allow me to kneel in front of her. More juices were seeping out. I used my tongue to clean the trail off the leather sofa and then moved up for my first taste of pussy. I licked along the length eagerly and cleaned all around it, enjoying the taste and consistency resulting from their fucking. Using my mouth and tongue, I copied what I had seen David doing earlier, before finally inserting my tongue. Still plenty of liquid, which I lapped eagerly. Looking up at Catherine, I asked if I could use my finger. Use two she said and so I inserted my index and middle fingers in her, another first on my voyage of discovery, surprised at how warm and wet she still was. I moved them up, down and around a few times so that they were coated. I withdrew and, as I moved them towards my mouth, she took hold of my arm and, sitting forward, inserted my fingers in her mouth and cleaned them as sensually as if she were blowing me. Again, she said, and so I repeated the exercise until most of the juices had been extracted.
Time for a rest said Catherine and we all made ourselves comfortable, sipping wine and discussing what had happened so far. They were both keen to know what I had thought of my first tastes (loved them all, would definitely want more). Catherine admitted she had been really turned on watching me suck her husband. David admitted he really enjoyed sucking me and was looking forward to cleaning me and his wife off in the same way that I had just done. As glasses were emptied again, I went back to the kitchen to open another bottle, reflecting on what had just happened and wondering if it was all a dream.
Bottle opened, I returned to the lounge and noticed that a couple of cushions had been stacked in the middle of the mattress. I refilled the glasses and, just as I was wondering what was going to happen next, David sank to his knees and began to suck me again. In no time I was hard and erect again. Catherine removed herself from the sofa and, after a few adjustments, lay back on the mattress, her buttocks supported and raised off the mattress with legs splayed again in what, I hoped, was to be the position in which I was to lose my virginity to a woman at the age of 51. Another cushion supported her head.
David stopped sucking and indicated it was time for me to move over to Catherine and told me to do no more than she asked. I got down on all fours and positioned myself between her splayed legs, my cock pointing directly at her inviting pussy which appeared to be winking at me as it seemed to open and close slightly. Kiss me, she said, and I obliged. I’ve always loved kissing, find it a real turn on and can do it for hours so I had no doubts that Catherine would not be disappointed. As I moved forward towards her I noticed David had moved to sit on the sofa for a better view. I also noticed that he was erect again. Lips entwined, I was still on all fours supported on my arms, my cock rubbing against her belly. She pulled apart and asked me to kiss and caress her breasts and nipples. I’d chewed on plenty of male nipples in my time too, many of them larger than Catherine’s, so I was confident my performance here would also meet with approval. Nevertheless, this was still the first woman’s breast I had sucked on since being breastfed as a baby and this only added to the excitement. I used my hands to caress, fondle and squeeze her breasts as I swapped between nipples, surprised by their weight, suppleness and pliability.
Lick me, she said, and I moved back slightly for a better position. No longer a new experience, I knew what to do and commenced licking and tonguing her. The scent and moistness of the earlier fucking was still on her and by her groans I could tell that she was enjoying herself. Emboldened, I used my teeth to gently nibble her and, as she did not object did so again, noticing that she was becoming moister. David had now moved from the sofa and was positioned behind me and I heard him rustling in a bag. As I continued to lick and tongue her, I heard Catherine say time to get dressed. I raised myself to a kneeling position and looked at her puzzled, hoping that I had not heard correctly, still longing for more, fantasy yet to be fulfilled. She saw my puzzled look and smiled reassuringly. Condom time, she said, at which point I heard the familiar sound of a condom being released from its foil prison.
David, who was now kneeling directly behind me, reached around me and expertly rolled the rubber down my cock. Once positioned, he rubbed his hand up and down the shaft a number of times as if to convince himself that I was ready. I was. I adjusted my position slightly, my cock at the point of entry, knocking on the door and awaiting permission to go in. David had resumed his position on the sofa to watch. Go ahead said Catherine, and I pushed slowly forward, gradually entering her, experiencing for the first time what it was like to be in a woman. Catherine gave no indication that she was enjoying the experience and I wondered whether she had ever been fucked by a virgin before. I continued to push in until I had fully entered her. As I reached that point, I felt her muscles contract around my cock in a way not too dissimilar to the technique used by an experienced bottom being serviced by a hot cock and I recalled what a bi friend had once told me about fucking a woman. Like fucking a man but only wetter, he had said. The presence of the condom prevented me confirming the latter but on the evidence so far, the former was certainly true.
As Catherine released her grip, I pulled out most of the way and then thrust in again slowly. She contracted and released again which set the pattern as I increased the rhythm, determined not to cum too quickly. Catherine began to groan which I took as a sign that she was enjoying the experience. I was concentrating so hard on fucking her that I had not noticed that David had moved off the sofa until I felt the familiar pleasant sensation of cold lube being applied to my hole. I paused as his index finger entered me and then started to thrust again once fully inserted. He soon picked up the rhythm and, as I thrust into Catherine, he thrust his finger into me. After a while, one finger became two, the second sliding easily into my well lubed hole with hardly a break in the rhythm. Is that OK, he said, after a minute or so. Fantastic, I replied, better than I ever could have imagined. It might be about to get even better, said Catherine. I’m sure Gerry would prefer the real thing, she added.
The words had barely left her lips when David removed his fingers. I continued to fuck Catherine, pondering what she could have meant. My ears pricked up. Was that a condom wrapper being opened? My pulse increased in excitement and anticipation. My unspoken question was soon answered. As I pulled backwards, David placed his hands on my hips and I felt the familiar touch of a rubbered cock graze against my expectant hole. I haven’t done this before, he said, not even to a woman, so tell me if I’m hurting you. I’d had such a good finger fucking and was so well lubed that I knew he would slide in easily. It’ll be fine, I said, just push in slowly. As he pushed in, I slowly thrust back up Catherine until I was fully inserted and stayed there, waiting for David to fully enter. He met little resistance and, once I felt his balls against me and knew he could go no further, I let him thrust up and down me slowly a few times before I contracted my anal muscles and gripped him tightly.
Jesus, he gasped, I wasn’t expecting that. Catherine asked what had happened and I told her. It’s like you clamping around me when we fuck, he added. I released my grip and started to fuck Catherine again, David quickly picking up the pace. With all my dreams and expectations for the night now being fulfilled, I knew that I would not be able to last much longer and began to increase the rate of and shorten the length of my thrusts. David matched the pace, sensing my urgency. Unlike many, I don’t usually let out groans or screams as I’m cumming but could not help myself on this occasion, grunting with each thrust as I shot into the condom, my cock buried deep in Catherine. I partially withdrew as David continued to pound me but it was not long before he too could not control himself and he came with powerful thrusts, wrapping himself around me as he caught his breath.
After a short while, he withdrew, stood up and moved away sufficiently for me to pull out of and away from Catherine. I turned to face David and slowly removed the condom. As I did so, Catherine got to her feet, moved around in front of him and sunk to her knees, using her tongue and mouth to clean him. She then turned to me and took my still condom sheathed and surprisingly hard cock in her mouth and cleaned her juices of it. She then allowed David to remove the condom and he returned the earlier compliment by cleaning me with his mouth and tongue.
Satiated, we all sat on the mattress discussing the events and drinking wine. As David and Catherine went to the bathroom to freshen up and get dressed, I put on a dressing gown and ordered a taxi to take them home, reflecting on the evening’s events. We finished the drinks just as the taxi arrived. Catherine stood up and extracted the borrowed book from her bag. She went over to the bookshelf and placed in back in its space. She removed the next title, turned to face me, grinned and said I’ll return this one the next time we visit, which was just what I wanted to hear as I knew I wanted a repeat performance. I’d have to have a word with my sister to rush out a few more books, I thought!
We said our goodbyes, the chaste kisses of the earlier parting being replaced by more intimate couplings of lips, mouths, hands and arms. Once they had left, I removed the duvet cover for washing. I rolled up and secured the memory foam mattress topper, the memory of my body shape no longer the only tale it would have to tell if only it could talk!
As for me, I still consider myself gay but one who would not say no to a mixed threesome with a hot mature couple. So if there are any of you out there in my area…
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