MM MF MMF FF Unexpected Phone Call

An Unexpected Phone Call
"This is Margaret Carter, Jim's wife," said the woman on the phone. "You sent him a text and left a message on his phone a few weeks ago. I hate to tell you, but Jim had a heart attack and died and I think it was the same day you tried to get ahold of him."
I was perplexed at first, trying to recall someone I might have called named "Jim Carter" and then, with a slight panic, I recognized the name: I had met a Jim Carter on a site for mature men looking to connect with one another. He was in his early 70s, a year or two older than I, and I had been to his house 3 or 4 times. We had planned to get together on the day his wife had mentioned. But when I got to his house, he didn't answer the door, nor respond when I texted him or called his cell phone. After a few minutes, I had left. I figured something had come up, though he didn't respond when I emailed him to reschedule our meeting.
"I'm curious how you knew Jim," continued the woman on the phone. "And also curious about something you said in the message you left on his phone, that you were `ready for some fun'?"
"Uh, I don't remember just how we met," I stammered. "Maybe through work?"
"Was it one of those sex sites? Is that what you meant about having fun? I found several things like that on his computer."
Busted!
Even though I feared that she might soon begin to scream at me, my only actual choice at this moment was either to admit the fact or to hang up.
"Yes," I said after a short pause, "it was through one of those sites."
"What were you going to do? I want to understand, I really do." She didn't sound angry, but instead curious, perhaps a bit hurt.
"I'll tell you whatever you want to know," I replied after another short pause, "but I'd rather not say it over the phone. Would you like me to tell you in person? I promise I will try to answer all your questions."
And that's how I came to meet Margaret Carter in the living room of her home. The pleasant-looking woman who answered the door a half-hour later was full-figured, dressed in a pastel blouse and full skirt. I guessed she might be about 60, a few years younger than me. On the way to her house, I had recalled Jim mentioning at our first meeting that he was retired but his wife was a bit younger and still working.
Margaret smiled nervously at me and invited me inside, motioning for me to sit on the sofa and thus began a very awkward conversation that soon took an unexpected turn.
"You wanted to know how we met," I began. "It was like you said on a sex site for mature men." I explained that Jim had initially contacted me, that we had met several times to suck one another's cock.
"Are you gay?" she asked. "Was Jim gay?"
"I'm not gay, maybe bi," I replied. "I guess I'm like a lot of men my age. My wife gave up sex after menopause, but I wasn't ready to stop. We tried using gel on her vagina to give her some moisture, but it was still uncomfortable, even painful for her.
"We even tried to just have oral sex," I continued. "In fact, I was okay with satisfying her, even if she didn't go down on me. I love oral sex, giving as much as receiving, so I was okay with that arrangement. But after a few times of cunnilingus-only, we both realized she simply wasn't interested in sex.
"That was 25 years ago, but I wasn't ready to give up sex," I told Margaret. "That's when I started playing around with guys from time to time. I don't know if Jim was gay. I'm pretty sure he wasn't. But I'm know I'm not. I love my wife very much, and I'd say we have a good, strong marriage. I'm happy, except for the sex part."
I continued: "I guess I might be bi, at least as far as sex. Over the years, I have met a lot of men who started playing around with guys just like me, later in life, often after their wife had lost interest in sex. In my case, at first it was just meeting some guy for the occasional blow job, some guy who was looking to suck a cock.
"But then one time I felt I should return the favor. I don't know why. I never imagined I would ever do that, suck someone's cock. And I was just as surprised to discover that I liked it."
"And so you and Jim met for sex... to suck each other's cock?" Margaret asked
"Yes," I replied. "We met three or four times. Jim was a little taller and trimmer than me. But our cocks were about the same size, mine maybe a little thicker. I remember his cock had a nice head and veined shaft."
I was surprised at my own candor. The words sounded odd coming from my mouth but Margaret was obviously interested. I felt my cock begin to stir a bit.
"But you're not gay?" It seemed clear that she needed to be sure, not only about me but also about her late husband. "How can that be? How can you suck cocks and not be gay?"
"As far as love goes, I'm attracted to women, not men. I simply can't imagine falling in love with a man. I'd be glad to find a woman about my age who is interested in sex, not for a love relationship, just sex," I assured her. "But women like that are pretty hard to find, at least in my experience."
Margaret nodded slightly.
"But sex isn't love, and there are a lot of guys in the same boat as me, looking for sex. Swapping cum—that's what it's called, two guys sucking each other's cock--taking care of the need for each other."

Margaret and I were sitting about five feet apart, me on the sofa, and she in an upholstered easy chair. She looked at me for a long moment, then said quietly, "Will you show me your penis?"
I was astonished. I had come to her house prepared for one thing, and now another thing was beginning. I thought to myself: What the hell? In for a penny, in for a pound.
After quickly assessing the possible responses I might offer to her request, I slowly rose from the sofa, unzipped my fly and fished my cock from my underwear. I held my stiffening cock in my right hand for her to see. I had never done anything remotely like this, and I found it strangely exciting.
"And Jim sucked your penis?" Her breath was short and hushed.
"Say `cock,'" I said.
"Cock. Jim sucked your... cock?"
"Yes, he sucked my cock--and I sucked his cock too," I replied, my voice also hushed. My cock had begun to rise fully. Margaret's right hand went almost instinctively to her breast and she pinched her nipple slightly.
"I want to see you to rub your penis... I want you to masturbate for me." She swallowed hard and licked her lips as I began to masturbate slowly. My cock is seven and a half inches lock—and it was now fully erect.
"Okay," I said, my breath shallow like hers. "But it feels weird, me standing here like this with my cock out, masturbating for you, and you fully dressed."
She glanced at my face, then returned her gaze to the fingers of my right hand masturbating my swollen cock slowly but steadily. A drop of precum appeared on the tip, and I could feel my cock throbbing.
Having evidently made a decision, Margaret sat forward on the chair and began to unbutton her blouse. When she reached the last button, she removed the blouse and let it drop behind her. She slowly caressed each of her breasts, concealed only by the white bra she wore. Then she reached around and unclasped the bra and let it fall. Suddenly she sat naked from the waist up, just a few feet from where I stood stroking my cock. Her breasts were full and pillowy, her nipples erect and—to my delight—long and hard, like short pencil stubs.

I took a short tentative step toward her, wanting to feel her lovely nipples, caress her full breasts—but she stopped me: "Let's not touch. Let's just watch each other... this time."
"Okay," I agreed, continuing to stroke my cock slowly. With my left hand, I unbuttoned my shirt and paused slightly from masturbating only as long as necessary to remove my shirt. Margaret followed suit, and we began to get naked before one another. She kicked off her shoes, then stood and removed her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. With barely a pause, she pulled her underpants down and stepped out of them too.
At the same time, I sat back on the sofa and pulled off my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. We were both now fully naked.

My preferred method of jacking off is not with my whole hand, as if I were gripping a tool of some sort. Rather, I use just my thumb and the first two fingers of my right hand, and I use a light touch to begin with. As I began to masturbate once again, Margaret watched intently as she settled back in the easy chair, spread her legs wide, and began to masturbate too.
"When you and Jim sucked each other, how did you do it?" Margaret's gaze was fixed on my erect cock and my fingers as I masturbated myself. "I mean, did one of you suck the other's cock, then you switched? Did you get on your knees?"
"No, we were on the bed together, and we sucked each other at the same time, in the 69 position. We tried lying on our sides at first, but it was easier if I was on top, because Jim was a little taller than me. It was easier to do that way, for both of us."
"Did he let you cum in his mouth?" With one hand, Margaret was fingering her pussy and with the other, massaging her clitoris, which was fully erect. Like her nipples, her clitoris was pronounced, not a little button, but almost like a tiny little penis. I had always wanted to meet such a woman.

"Yes, I came in his mouth."
"And you let him cum in your mouth too?"
"Yes, he came in my mouth too," I replied in the strange matter-of-fact, question-and-answer conversation we had developed. "I kind of like the taste of cum, most guys' anyway. I remember one or two guys who’s cum tasted acrid--I don't like that taste. But I like most guys' cum. I liked Jim's cum, a little salty, a little sweet."
"I never let him cum in my mouth," Margaret said, almost wistfully, it seemed to me. "I guess I never really liked sucking a man's... cock."
"Maybe you wish you could change that," I suggested.
Both of us were now masturbating with greater urgency.

"Yes, I think I'd like to suck Jim's cock if he were here," she murmured softly, her fingers racing in and out of her pussy. "Funny, I remember Jim saying a couple of times that we ought to swap partners with another couple we knew. That was a few years ago. I thought maybe it was just some crazy fantasy. But now, I wonder—maybe what he really wanted to do was just suck Ed, the husband of the couple we knew. Maybe they were actually doing that all along and I didn't know it."
"Maybe," I replied, shrugging slightly as I continued stroking my cock. Precum was flowing freely from the tip of my cock. Margaret was intent on her own self-pleasure, rubbing her swollen clit-penis with her right hand, tweaking the pencil-stub nipple of one breast with her left hand.
"Now I wish we had done that, if Jim hadn't died—you know, trade partners."
"And maybe see him suck the other guy too?"
"Yeah, I guess so—that would be hot!" Margaret closed her eyes, imagining the might-have-been scene.
"What about you and the other woman? What would you be doing while Jim and Ed were sucking each other?"
"Maybe we'd make love too. I might do that. When I was just a young girl, I used to play around some with another girl my same age, a neighbor."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Mostly kissed and played with each other's tits. But a few times we fingered each other, and a couple of times we even licked each other."
"Oh, God!" I said suddenly. "I'm about to cum!"
She opened her eyes fully but continued to rub her clit furiously. "I want to see you cum!"

I was stroking my cock rapidly, my thumb on the front of the shaft and my two fingers racing up the sensitive back side. "Arrrh!" I shouted as I reached my orgasm. My back arched and my body went rigid for a moment of such pleasure as I had rarely experienced in recent years. I no longer shoot as much cum as when I was a younger man, or as far. But in Margaret's living room, my orgasm was intense as ever and my diminished cum spurted from my cock into a small pool on my bare stomach.

Margaret watched intently, her fingers noisily slurping wildly at her pussy. Suddenly, she closed her eyes tightly as she too reached that divine point of extreme pleasure. "Oh God!" she yelled out, clamping her legs together tightly, even as her right hand still massaged her swollen clit and massaged the folds of her pussy.
Finally, she relaxed and opened her eyes. We looked at one another, but neither of us moved, both exhausted from our exertions.
"That was nice," I said at last.
"Yes. I've never done anything like this in my whole life."
"But you enjoyed it?"
"Yes!"
"So did I!"
"Too bad Jim wasn't here too," Margaret said, her eyes suddenly tearing.
"Yes," I said, "we could have both sucked his cock."

A few days after my incredible experience with Margaret, a regular suck buddy of mine named Denny called to see if I was up for a session. Was I ever! Within the hour I was at his front door.
Denny and I had been meeting every few weeks for the past twelve or thirteen years to swap some cum, as the saying goes. And almost every time we met, one of us asked the other, "Had any interesting experiences lately?" Almost invariably, the other has answered, "No -- what about you?"
This morning, when Denny asked, I was ready with the erotic true story of the unexpected phone call from Margaret -- how she had found the message I left on her husband's phone, how she had put two and two together, how my confession that he and I were meeting to suck each other's cock had led to that amazing morning when Margaret and I masturbated together in her living room.
"Holy shit!" Denny exclaimed, his cock fully erect in my hand, mine in his, as we slowly stroked one another. "I'd love to meet this wonderful woman!"
That planted the seed of an idea that began to take root in my thoughts as we undressed, lay on his bed in our usual 69 position, and proceeded to suck one another's cock to completion. Sometimes we cum together, but more often he cums before I do, then finishes me off while I lie back on the bed.

That's what happened this day, him first, then me. After he had swallowed my cum and as I recovered after my orgasm, I said to him: "I haven't talked with Margaret since we got together a few days ago, but I can ask if she's at all interested in a threesome."
We were idly stroking each other's cock as we rested in our post-orgasm bliss.
"Jeez, Bob," he said, "that would be hot! That's one of my greatest fantasies -- MMF threesome!"
I already knew that. Denny and I had had threesomes with another guy on several different occasions, but that was all-male action. I had never actually had sex with a woman and another guy at the same time, and I was pretty sure he hadn't either. We shared that favorite fantasy in common with each other –- and I think with many other men, especially older men like Denny and me.

Later that very day, Margaret did call.
"Hi, Bob," she said cheerily. "I really enjoyed our meeting -- in fact, I think about it all the time! I have ... masturbated at least four or five times!"
"Me too!" I replied, glad that I was alone in the car, that my wife was not present to overhear this phone conversation. "I don't think I have had so much pleasure in a long, long time as that morning with you!"
"I might like to do it again -- to get together with you again," Margaret said, her tone suddenly more serious. "But I really need to just talk right now. I had no clue that Jim was -- you know, bisexual . . ."
"Well, I don't really know if he was bi, Margaret, or how he considered himself," I said. "We never talked about it, so I really don't know."
"Oh, I understand," she replied, "but -- God, Bob! -- The thought of you and him, sucking each other's ... cocks! That's so hot! But it's just something I would never have imagined about him."
The thought that had been growing in my mind since trading blow jobs with Denny a few hours earlier suddenly seemed to find an opening.
"It sounds like the thought of two men sucking one another would be very erotic to you, is that true, Margaret?"
"Yes!" she replied. "I never thought much about it before, but since you and I got together, I can't seem to get it out of my mind."
"Well, I've got an idea. Maybe you'll like it."
I told Margaret about my suck buddy, Denny, and that we had been getting together on a regular basis for a long time to share an hour or so of sexual pleasure.
"Denny might be willing to let you watch us suck one another," I suggested, adding, "If you think that's something you'd like."
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed with no hesitation, then, more cautiously: "But I just want to watch -- I don't think I'd want to do anything myself."
"You wouldn't have to join us, Margaret," I assured her. "You could just watch. Maybe you can imagine it is me and Jim, not me and Denny."
"Yes, I would really like that!"
"But if it turns you on," I added, "I'd sure like to see you get undressed and maybe masturbate while you watch us -- that is, if you want to. That would be really hot, you naked and masturbating while we suck each other!"
"Yes," she said cautiously, "that might be all right. I'm pretty sure I would get turned on, watching you!"
"And I'm sure it would be an extra turn-on for both of us too, seeing your lovely tits and luscious pussy and you masturbating while we suck each other!"
"Yes, that sounds hot to me too!" Margaret agreed, warming to the idea.
"Okay! I'll call Denny and see what he thinks -- but I'm sure he'll say yes."

As soon as I hung up after Margaret and I finished our conversation, I called Denny, who was very excited at the prospect of the much-dreamed-of MMF threesome.
"She says she just wants to watch us, Denny, so no threesome, at least not this time. But she said she might masturbate while she watches."
"That's okay," he replied, "maybe we can all fuck and suck some other time."
"Maybe," I said, "I'd sure like to."
"Tell me again what she's like. You said she has great tits . . ."
"Yes, nice long nipples, like pencil erasers. She's a little younger than we are -- about 60, I'd say -- and in pretty good shape, a nice face, full breasts. And I told you we masturbated together. Wait until you see her pussy -- nice and juicy, with the biggest clit I've ever seen!"
"Oh, man! I can't believe this is about to happen!"

Even though all three of us were eager to meet, we had to wait until three days later because of our schedules. I suggested to Margaret that we could meet at her house, and I was somewhat surprised when she agreed. At the appointed time on a Friday morning, I rang the doorbell at Margaret's house.
"I'm so glad to see you again, Bob!" she said, grasping my hand and pulling me into her living room. "I had such fun when we met last week, and I was so relieved when you said you wanted to see me again -- I mean, you must admit that it was pretty awkward ... at first."
"I was really delighted that you called, Margaret," I reassured her. "I wish we could have followed up sooner! My cock has been hard ever since the phone rang!"
Margaret embraced me, and I realized it was the first time we had touched one another, other than just to shake hands. My cock, already hard, pressed against her stomach as we embraced.
"Denny's not here yet?" I asked.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
"That must be him now," Margaret murmured, opening the door. Denny stepped in and introduced himself to her.
"Well, I don't know about the two of you, but I'm pretty nervous right now," Margaret said shyly.
"Yeah, I've never done anything like this," Denny agreed.
"Well, it will be easier once we get started," I suggested.
"I want to make sure that you know I'm just going to watch the two of you, right? You know, watch while you ... suck each other off." Though clearly nervous about what was about to happen, Margaret was also matter-of-fact about her boundaries.
"That's right," I said. "I told Denny how you and I happened to meet and how you wanted to just watch."
Margaret looked at Denny, who nodded.
"But I also told him you have our permission to get naked and masturbate, if you get turned on by what you see."
Margaret smiled shyly, and both she and Denny nodded.
After a moment, Margaret suggested, "Well, I'm already pretty turned on -- let's go to the bedroom." Then, with a sudden small smile, she added: "You know where it is, Bob -- you and Jim used the bedroom when you sucked each other's cock."
Denny chuckled, and I smiled back at Margaret, "Yes, I do remember where the bedroom is. Shall we?"
In the bedroom, Margaret watched as Denny and I began to undress. I wondered if she was trying to imagine it was her late husband, Jim, who was getting naked, as he and I had done on several occasions, before that day he suffered his fatal heart attack. My cock was semi-hard and already moist with pre-cum as I stepped out of my underwear, and I could see Denny was as well. Denny and I were about the same height, five-seven, but my cock, at around seven and a half inches long, was a bit bigger than Denny's, at around six inches.
Both now naked, we hesitated but a moment before moving to Margaret's king-sized bed and lying down across it on our sides, in the classic 69 position.
Margaret stood by at the end of bed, still fully dressed, watching us. I saw her lick her lips.
"This is how Jim and I did it, Margaret," I said softly, looking in her eyes as I bent over Denny's cock. I jacked his stiff cock slowly two or three times, then licked the tip and the sensitive spot just below. Finally I took his cock in my mouth and bobbed up and down several times, watching her the whole time.
She gasped slightly and licked her lips again, one hand going instinctively to her breast. I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra.

Following my lead, Denny grasped my cock and took it in his mouth as well, and the two of us began to suck the other's cock in earnest, our heads bobbing up and down. I could taste Denny's pre-cum on my tongue.
"Oh, God!" I heard Margaret moan, and Denny and I both paused our oral ministrations to glance at her. She was tweaking the nipples of both breasts with her fingertips through the fabric of her blouse.
"Why don't you show Denny your lovely breasts?" I said.
Margaret -- with a look of lust in her face -- immediately unbuttoned her blouse. As I had suspected, she was not wearing a bra, so we were treated to a view of her pillowy, full breasts with her long, pencil-eraser nipples as soon as she had unbuttoned the three top buttons of her blouse. With her blouse pushed open wide, Margaret began to pinch her nipples, which were very stiff.
Now it was Denny's turn to gasp: "Oh, God!"
I bent down and took Denny's cock in my mouth once again, and in a moment he did the same with my cock. Both of us, however, kept our heads turned as best we could in Margaret's direction. She was watching us intently. In a few moments, she paused just long enough to shed her blouse altogether, and after another few moments pulled her skirt up. With her right hand, she began to finger herself. She had greeted us not only bra-less, but also panty-less! It was apparent from the squishing sound her fingers made moving in and out of her pussy that she was highly aroused.

We watched one another intently, Denny and I watching Margaret as she fondled one breast with her left hand and fingered her wet pussy with her right, she watching us as we sucked each other's stiff cock. This wasn't quite a MMF threesome, but the three of us were clearly experiencing intense sexual pleasure together.
After a few minutes, I heard Denny moan "Oooh," and I knew he was on the verge of orgasm. I stopped sucking his cock just long enough to say, "He's about to cum, Margaret!" Then I swallowed his cock once again and just a moment later I tasted his cum in my mouth. Ordinarily, I would have swallowed his cum immediately, but I thought Margaret might like to see it on my tongue.
"Can you see Denny's cum?" I asked her, opening my mouth wide. She paused masturbating and leaned toward me as much as she was able from where she stood leaning against the side of the bed.
"Yes!" Then she collapsed on the edge of the bed, her skirt hiked above her waist, her legs spread wide, and resumed masturbating. Her breath was coming in short gasps.
Denny had cum but I had not. His cock remained stiff, and I lightly stroked it as he sucked my cock. I knew from our many previous meetings that he enjoyed this light touch, so long as I didn't jack his sensitive cock too intensely. I leaned down and licked a final drop of cum from the end of his cock.
"Oooh . . ." I heard Margaret moan.
Then it was my turn. In a few more moments I could feel the beginning of my own orgasm, and I cried out, "Oh, fuck! Here it comes!" I shot my cum deep into Denny's mouth, and he took it all, then lay back as we both watched Margaret experience her own pleasure.

I reached my hand out to where Margaret lay nearby, placing it lightly on her left thigh. She made no response to my touch, instead continuing to masturbate vigorously as her own orgasm neared.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she repeated as she came, the fingers of one hand buried deep inside her pussy, the fingers of the other vigorously rubbing her swollen clitoris, jacking herself. Margaret collapsed backward on the bed when she reached the peak, her fingers still on her clit, her hands held firmly in place by her legs, which she held clasped tightly together.
After a moment or two, Margaret's body began to relax, and slowly she removed her hands from between her legs. Lying back languorously on the bed, she turned her face toward us and opened her eyes. Denny and I both smiled at her, and she smiled back at us.
"Looks like you enjoyed yourself," I said, grinning at her.
"Yes," she murmured.
"Me too!" Denny agreed.

"Could you see Denny's cum in my mouth?" I asked. "I tried not to swallow it too soon, so I could show you."
"Yes, thank you -- I saw a little," she replied. "That was very erotic!"
"You're welcome. Glad to oblige!"
"Thank you both for ... letting me watch you suck each other's cock. I really enjoyed it. And I guess now I know what it must have looked like when you and Jim were doing it," Margaret said. "God! I can't believe I'm doing this!"
"Well, I'm really glad you called, Margaret!"
"I for one would like to do this again -- maybe more too," suggested Denny.
"Maybe . . ." said Margaret, then: "I'm sorry Jim and I didn't do this sort of thing. I just wasn't that interested, but now . . ."

A week after Margaret, Denny, and I had enjoyed our "threesome," I called Margaret to check in.
"Hi, Bob -- I was about to call you!" she said.
"I've been thinking about you, Margaret. I've jacked off more in the past week than I have in years!" I reported.
"Me too!" she agreed, laughing. "I think about you all the time -- and
about you and Denny, sucking each other's cock! It makes me so wet -- in
fact, my pussy is already wet just talking to you!"
After a brief pause, she added: "Listen to me -- `my pussy is wet'! I never talked like that before I met you!"
"A proper lady, huh?" I said, chuckling. "Well, I'm eager to see you again!"
"I'd like to get together again with you too," Margaret said, "and maybe... try something more."
Though her words were cautious, I guessed she already had decided she wanted to venture beyond masturbation.
"Something more? Like what, Margaret? What do you want to do?" I asked her gently.
"I want to ... suck your cock," she replied. "I never liked to suck Jim's cock very much, even though he really loved it when I did. But after meeting you, and watching you and Denny, I just have to try it again. I know I will love it this time!"
"Oh, God! My cock is so hard right now! I would love for you to suck my cock, Margaret -- but I want to do the same for you."
"Oh, yes, please!" she said.
"I love your wonderful clit -- it looks like a lovely tiny little penis. . ."
"You do? You like it?" she interrupted. "I've always been sort of embarrassed about it! It's so big!"
"Oh, Margaret, I love it!" I assured her. "I want to bury my face in your pussy and suck on your lovely big clit!"
"Oh, Bob!" Margaret exclaimed over the phone. "Thank you for saying that! I could cum right now, I'm so wet!"
"I know, I'm hard as a rock!" I replied.

Unfortunately, Margaret was not able to meet that day, as much as we both yearned to. But we arranged to meet the following morning, and when I rang the doorbell the next day she answered immediately.
"Hello again!" she said, grasping my hand and pulling me into her living room. Margaret embraced me and for the first time we touched one another like lovers, kissing deeply, hungrily. I brought my right hand to her left breast -- I could feel she was wearing nothing beneath her blouse -- and at the same time, I felt her hand grasp my erect cock through my trousers.
"God! I've wanted to touch you all over since that first time!" she said, her breath coming in shallow pants.
"Me too!"
"When you touched my leg the other day, when Denny was here, I wanted you to continue! I wanted you to feel my pussy and rub my clitoris!"
"I wanted to, but I had promised not to do anything . . ."
"I know, I made you promise -- but I'm ready to go farther now. I want to... suck your cock -- and for you to ... eat my pussy!"
Again we kissed, our tongues eagerly exploring the other's mouth. With her left hand on the back of my neck and her right hand stroking my cock, I could feel pre-cum oozing from my cock. I unbuttoned the front of Margaret's blouse was began massaging her pillowy full breasts, with their stiff pencil-eraser nipples. I bent slightly and nuzzled my face in her breasts, then licked and sucked both of her extraordinary nipples.
"Ooooh . . ." she murmured.
We broke our embrace at last, looked into the other's eyes, and after a moment headed down the hall to the bedroom, where we quickly undressed. As before, when my suck buddy, Denny, and I were here, Margaret wore nothing below her blouse and skirt. Her blouse was already unbuttoned and open, and when she stepped out of her skirt, she was fully naked. Though she carried a bit of extra weight -- don't we all? -- Margaret had taken care of herself in her mature years. Her breasts were full and her nipples erect, and I could see her pussy was damp. The smell of sexual arousal was in the air.
My cock was fully erect and moist with pre-cum at the sight of her and my anticipation of the pleasure to come.

Naked, we lay down on the king-sized bed, facing one another. Again we kissed and again began to caress and explore one another's body. I stroked her breasts, lightly pinching the hard nipples, licking and sucking them. She parted her legs slightly to nestle my cock at the moist delicate entrance to her pussy.
"I really want to suck your cock -- that's what I've been thinking about all day!" Margaret panted. We looked into each other's eyes and saw the same thing, desire. I smiled longingly at her, nodded slightly, and we moved into the 69 position, her on top of me, her legs parted.
She took my cock in her warm, soft mouth and slid her lips down the length of it as far as she could, then back up the shaft again to the head. For a woman who had claimed not to enjoy sucking cock, she was doing a pretty damn good job of sucking mine!

Meanwhile, my lips found the folds of her wonderful, wet pussy, and my
nostrils inhaled the exciting, intoxicating aroma of her juices. For the
first time in twenty-five years I was again tasting a woman's pussy! I had
eaten my wife's pussy many times, drinking in her delicious juices, but
that was before she went through menopause, before she had lost interest in
sex.

I spent a couple of frustrated years after she gave up sex trying to
satisfy myself by masturbating, but eventually I began to connect with
other men. At first, it was with guys offering to give me a blow job, but
one day -- to my great surprise -- I offered to return the favor. And I
discovered that I liked sucking cocks! I liked the feel of a man's cock in
my hand, so soft and so hard at the same time, the feel of his cock in my
mouth, the excitement of his orgasm, the taste of his cum on my tongue.

Now, here I was with a woman once again, unexpectedly after so many years,
tasting the delicious fluids of her pussy, my tongue probing deeply within
her mysterious folds, my lips sucking on her hard clitoris. And this
particular woman's clitoris -- so much larger than most women's, almost
like a tiny penis! How delicious! How exciting!

At first, I was almost too intent on rediscovering the joys of cunnilingus
to savor the sexual pleasure I was receiving from this extraordinary
woman. But I soon began to enjoy the sensations of Margaret's soft, warm
lips and tongue on my cock, and I realized I was slowly fucking her mouth
as she sucked me. I had traded blow jobs with guys for twenty years, often
in the 69 position, but this MF oral experience with Margaret was something
that I had definitely missed.

With my head between her legs and my tongue deep in her pussy, I brought my
hands up to Margaret's ass, gently caressing her cheeks. Though my wife and
I had never had anal sex, I recalled that she had enjoyed it when I
inserted my finger in her asshole while I ate her pussy. Gradually, I
brought my hands nearer to Margaret's asshole, tentatively flicking my
index finger over it. Margaret responded by pushing her pelvis down, so
that my tongue went into her pussy even more deeply. At the same time, she
responded to the touch of my finger by opening her asshole a bit. I took
this as a signal that she welcomed my exploration, and I began to insert my
finger. She opened farther, and I continued, until my finger was nearly to
the knuckle.

To my surprise, I felt her hands on the cheeks of my ass as well, and the
index finger of her right hand began moving toward my asshole. My wife had
never done this, and only a few men had ever tried to explore my asshole –
but I had never allowed any of them to finger my asshole, much less fuck
me. Though I had fucked three or four men in the ass, only once had I ever
really enjoyed it -- and even on that occasion, I felt somewhat repelled at
the thought of anal sex.

But this morning, it felt right for Margaret to caress my asshole, to insert her finger.

I had tried using a dildo on myself a couple of times, looking for the anal pleasure that I had read so much about in gay and bi erotica, but I was disappointed when I experienced very little erotic sensation.

But now, with Margaret's lips on my cock and her finger in my asshole, massaging my prostate, I was experiencing incredible erotic pleasure.

Both of us were breathing heavily as we performed oral sex on one another and fingered each other's asshole, and we both knew that our orgasms must be close.

I had not asked Margaret if she was willing for me to cum in her mouth -- but she had not said that I shouldn't. Besides, she had asked whether her late husband, Jim, and I had cum in each other's mouth, and I had shown her Denny's cum in my mouth after our "threesome" the previous week. Margaret had not made a face or reacted in any way negatively at the thought of swallowing cum.

In fact, she had been turned on by the idea, first, of Jim and me summing in each other's mouth, then by the evidence that Denny and I had swallowed the other's cum.

Margaret had said she never relished sucking Jim's cock, nor liked him to
cum in her mouth -– yet here we were together, and she clearly seemed to
be enjoying herself completely, enjoying sucking my cock, enjoying me
eating her pussy, enjoying my finger in her ass and hers in mine.

I reached the peak first. I felt the cum shoot up from deep within my balls
and out the tip of my cock, deep into Margaret's hungry mouth. Even in my
intense pleasure, I noted that she did not pull away from my cock at the
first taste of my cum, but instead swallowed it all and continued to suck
my cock greedily.

Then, she reached her orgasm as well, her body tensing, and she moved her
entire pelvis harder onto my mouth and my finger deeper into her
asshole. "Aaarh!" she exclaimed, her lips still around my cock. I could
taste the delicious flavor of her cum that flooded my mouth.

At last, we were both spent, and our bodies began to relax. She slowly rolled off me onto her side, and I swung around once again so that we were facing one another.
"That was amazing!" she said, kissing me softly. "I can taste my juices on your lips."
"And I taste my cum on yours," I replied.
"Nice," she said, lightly fondling my slowly softening cock, while I idly massaged her stiff nipples lightly.
"I'm usually not able to go more than once nowadays," I said, "but if you keep touching me like that, I might get it up again . . ."
"Oh, I know," she said, "but let's not today. It feels so nice, just like this."
"Okay," I said, kissing her again.
"I want to become a good cock sucker!" Margaret exclaimed as soon as I answered the phone.
"Oh, but you are!" I replied, recognizing her voice at once and remembering our last meeting a week earlier, when she brought me such pleasure with her mouth.
"Thanks, but I want to get better -- I want to be really good!" she persisted. "I thought you and Denny could help me learn."
"I'm sure Denny will be happy to let you practice," I said, chuckling. "I know I certainly will!"
"Great!"
"But it will be really special if we can both return the favor," I suggested.
"Good -- I was hoping you would!"

We made a date, and a couple of days later, Denny and I arrived at the same time at Margaret's front door. As we stepped inside, Margaret greeted us with a giggle.
"It looks like you two are both ready for action!" she exclaimed.
Both of us were clearly erect, obvious by the tent in the front of our trousers!
We both laughed, and Denny and I reached out to give one another's cock a little grope, our customary greeting.
I was pleased when Margaret joined us without hesitation. Stepping forward, she placed one hand on my cock and the other on Denny's. I gasped a little and Denny did too at Margaret's boldness and the sudden erotic intimacy of what was about to unfold.
I brought one hand to Margaret's left breast, and Denny -- obviously thinking along similar lines -- brought his hand to her right breast. I could feel that she wore nothing beneath her thin blouse. Her nipples were already hard and erect.
"Hmmm," Margaret purred, stepping a bit closer.

She had a hard cock in each hand, fondling Denny and me through the fabric
of our trousers. We, in turn, massaged her breasts and tweaked her
nipples. My breathing was ragged, and I noticed both Margaret's and Denny's
was as well.

Margaret kissed me with warm, full lips, her tongue darting into my mouth,
then turned to Denny and did the same with him.

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" I suggested.

Margaret gave my cock and Denny's a nice squeeze and took a small step
backward. Denny and I pinched each of her nipples lightly, and I ran my
hand down her back and felt the luscious curve of her butt.

Together, we walked down the hall to the bedroom, where we all three
quickly undressed. My cock was rock-hard and moist with pre-cum, and I
could see that Denny's cock was as well. We both gazed at Margaret's naked
body, especially her pencil-stub nipples, which were hard and erect. I saw
her lick her lips as she anticipated the erotic pleasure we three we about
to give one another.

"Bob says you want to become a really good cock sucker," Denny said to
Margaret as he lay back on the bed, stroking his rigid cock lightly.

"Hmmm," she answered.

Without another word, Margaret joined him on the bed, lightly stroking his
hard cock only inches from her face. She leaned closer and licked the head
and glans, then licked down the entire length of his cock, about six
inches, then back up again to the head.

Denny watched her intently and with obvious pleasure. Margaret paused and
looked up at him, smiling as she took the entire length of his hard cock in
her warm mouth.

I joined Margaret on the bed beside Denny's cock and smiled at her as I
leaned forward for a lick or two of my own. Margaret smiled and looked into
my eyes as I sucked Denny's cock. With her eyes locked on mine, I offered
her Denny's cock, and she took it in her mouth and plunged down, then up
again. As I had done to her, she held Denny's stiff cock toward me in
invitation, and I took it once again in my mouth and began to suck.

This trading of Denny's cock back and forth between the two of us went on
for several minutes, first her, then me, then her again and back to
me. Denny was moaning, and I tasted a bit of pre-cum ooze from his cock.

"Damn!" Denny exclaimed as Margaret's head bobbed up and down as she
eagerly performed fellatio. Denny's breathing was ragged, his eyes barely
open. "I'd sure as hell say you're a really good cock sucker, Margaret!"

Margaret took her mouth off his cock only a moment, only long enough to
acknowledge the compliment: "Thank you!" she said, then slurped his cock
down again.

Only inches from the action, I watched her intently as her head bobbed up
and down, then leaned in closer for another trade-off. I sucked Denny's
cock several times, then pointed it at her lips again.

"Massage his asshole," I whispered to her.

Margaret was already lightly massaging Denny's balls, and she began to
probe below his balls. Denny responded by opening his legs a bit, giving
her more access, and she found his asshole. With the middle finger of her
hand, she massaged his anus, then began to insert her finger slowly. Denny
moaned and pushed his pelvis up slightly, giving her even more access. She
pushed in deeper.

Denny and I had been suck buddies for a long time, yet we had never
fingered one another. I personally was not fond of anal play, and I thought
Denny wasn't either.

Yet, I had thoroughly enjoyed the mutual fingering of one another that
Margaret and I had shared as we orally pleasured one another a few days
earlier -- and here was Denny, clearly enjoying the sensation of Margaret's
finger an inch or two inside his asshole, massaging his prostate. At the
same time, her warm, moist lips held his rigid cock, her soft tongue
washing the sensitive glans.

I remained near the action, my own lips and tongue only a few inches from
hers, as she sucked Denny's cock. With my hand, I tickled the sensitive
area right at the base of Denny's balls, next to Margaret's hand, where her
middle finger moved rapidly in and out of his asshole.

Denny was breathing heavily, his hips bucking as he steadily fucked
Margaret's face. She bobbed up and down on his cock and fingered his
asshole. I felt his body tremble, and I knew from experience that this
signaled his imminent orgasm.

"Oh, God!" he shouted. "I'm cumming!"

Margaret plunged her mouth down, taking his cock in her mouth as deeply as
she could. I leaned in closer and could see the muscles of her mouth
stretched wide and her tongue busily at work as Denny shot his
load. Quickly, she released his cock into my waiting mouth, and I tasted
the final drop or two of his cum.

Finally, I backed off Denny's cock, and Margaret and I looked at one another, then kissed and shared the remains of his cum.
"Jeez! That was fantastic!" Denny exclaimed at last, his body relaxing in his post-orgasm languor.
Margaret turned her body toward me, and I turned toward her. My stiff, throbbing cock immediately found her moist opening, and she parted her legs and guided my cock into the folds of her warm, wet pussy.
This was the first time in more than two decades that my cock had felt the deliciousness of a woman's pussy -- and the sensation was incredible!

I had felt some pangs of guilt ever since I first met Margaret. My wife
gave up sex some 25 years ago, following menopause, but I was not ready to
give up such sensual pleasure. Though I continued to love my wife dearly, I
began after awhile to have oral sex with men. I rationalized that these
same-sex escapades somehow did not truly constitute infidelity. But that
dubious rationalization was impossible with Margaret, and ever since she
had first called me -- since that first day when we masturbated together --
I had experienced the occasional guilt.

But here, now, with my cock enveloped in the heat of Margaret's pussy, such
thoughts were far away, and I had no qualms at all: I thought only of the
intense pleasure I was feeling in my cock, in my entire body, at the
long-missed but never-forgotten union of man and woman.

I knew that I could not last long, and after a minute or two I felt the cum
rise up from my balls and explode out my cock into the warm, dripping
mysteries of Margaret's pussy. At the same time, I felt the lips of her
vagina grip my cock tightly, and I knew she too was cumming.

Like many woman, Margaret was capable of multiple orgasms, and she was not
yet satisfied. Seeing this, Denny swung around on the bed and took my place
in the dripping warmth between her legs.

I watched as he plunged his cock deep into her -- but having shot his cum
so recently into Margaret's and my mouths, Denny was unable to complete the
coital union. He slipped his cock out of her pussy and slid down between
her legs, where he began to suck her swollen, rigid clit and lap up her
copious juices, mixed with my own cum, until Margaret reached her orgasm,
satisfied at last.

We three lay peacefully intertwined on the bed.
"You are an incredible woman -- thanks to both of you for including me," Denny said quietly, and I could only agree.
"I would never have imagined myself doing something like this," Margaret said in response. "Never imagined being in bed with a man I barely know, let alone two men!"
Margaret lay between Denny and me and held our cocks lightly in her hands, softly caressing them. I had my arm around her waist, and Denny's hand rested on one of her breasts. He idly massaged one long nipple.
"I sort of suspected Jim might be having some extracurricular fun," Margaret said with a sigh, "but I never thought it was with men -- until after he died, when I discovered some of the porn sites on his computer, and then I found the message you left on his phone."
"You were pretty certain by the time you called me that he and I were getting together," I remembered.
"Yes," she agreed, "I wanted to be angry or hurt, but I was more curious -- actually more stimulated than anything else, by the thought of him having sex with men."
"In a way, Jim gave us all a gift," I suggested after a moment.

"Oh, yes -- I've been thinking the same thing!" Margaret exclaimed, turning
to look at me directly. "I think he did give me a gift! Otherwise, I
wouldn't have met you or," she continued, turning to Denny, "you."

Denny smiled at her, and I said, "Well, I'm really glad you called me!"

"Me too!" she said, turning her head once again toward me. "I couldn't
believe what happened that first time -- you and me, naked in the living
room, masturbating together! I thought nothing could match that!"

"Hmmm," I said, recalling that first morning we met.

"But then you introduced me to Denny, and the two of you sucked one another
off -- and then you and me!" Margaret exclaimed. "And now, all three of us
here this morning! God! It's wonderful!"

My cock had sprung to life again, and I could see that Denny's had as
well. Margaret continued to stroke our cocks. I leaned over and kissed her
neck, then took a hard nipple in my lips and sucked softly.

"Hmmm," Margaret purred.

"Jim left us with another gift -- I wonder if you'd want to try it?" I
asked, unsure how Margaret might respond. I was also uncertain of Denny's
reaction.

"What's that?" Margaret asked curiously.
"Rimming -- a couple of times he rimmed me," I replied.
"What's that?" she inquired.
"He tongued my anus," I answered.
"Yuck!" she exclaimed with a grimace.

"If you're freshly washed and clean, it's actually very nice -- and it
feels great," I said. "At least I liked it when Jim did it to me -- shall I
let you feel what rimming is like?"

Margaret hesitated, weighing in her mind her initial reaction of revulsion
to the idea of mouth-on-anus, to the potential erotic pleasure she might
experience from this sexual taboo.

"Okay . . ." she hesitantly, said after a moment.

With curiosity and interest, Denny propped himself up on one elbow to watch
as I slid down Margaret's side toward her nether regions. I gently opened
her legs, moving my face into position, then cupped the cheeks of her butt
to bring her asshole into reach of my mouth.

Slowly, tentatively, I extended my tongue to touch her anus -- and her
response was immediate and electric: she jumped and moaned: "Oh!"

Keeping my eyes on her face as best I could, I gave her anus another
lick. Again, she moaned in pleasure, her eyes shut.

Except for the assorted sex juices of our recent threesome, Margaret's body
was clean and fresh, and I continued to lick her asshole. She was clearly
enjoying this newly discovered pleasure of rimming, and Denny was looking
on with interest, his cock fully erect once more.

I reached my tongue slightly beyond the exterior of Margaret's anus,
slightly inside her asshole. She responded by opening wider to give me
greater access, and I went deeper. Then I backed my tongue out and licked
all around the edge of her anus, then tongued my way up to her pussy. Her
clitoris was hard and erect, and I took it between my lips, massaging it
firmly with my tongue. This made Margaret moan and squirm even more.

Alternating between her rigid clit, her dripping vagina, and her asshole, I
sucked, licked, and tongued Margaret to yet another orgasm.

My cock was hard and erect as I moved back up the bed alongside Margaret,
with Denny on her other side. Denny -- his own cock rigid like mine --
reached across Margaret's body and took hold of my cock, stroking it
lightly but steadily.

Margaret, meanwhile, after a few moments' recovery, slid down between my
legs, which I opened to grant access to my asshole. Without a word, she
leaned in and with her tongue began to massage my anus.

The erotic sensations I felt were intense -- Margaret's mouth and tongue on
my asshole, her fingers massaging my balls, Denny jacking my stiff cock. I
knew that I would soon cum for the second time that morning -- a rare
occurrence at my age -- and a few moments later, I did cum, quick but
intense and satisfying.

Then it was Denny's turn.

Margaret switched her attention to the asshole between his parted legs as I
twisted around on the bed to take his hard cock in my mouth. Between
Margaret's oral ministrations at his anus and my oral stimulation of his
cock, Denny also soon came again as well.

"Ahhh," he said, relaxing. We all three were cuddling in post-orgasmic
bliss. "I've always dreamed of a threesome like this -- this is amazing!"

"Hmmm," cooed Margaret.

*********************************
Life intervened for all three of us, and for more than a month I was
scarcely able to even think about getting together with Margaret or Denny,
much less actually arrange a meeting.

Finally, though, one morning my phone rang, and I saw at once from the caller ID that it was Margaret calling.
"Ohhh, have I got a story to share with you!" she said suggestively, immediately grabbing my interest. My cock began to stir almost at once.
"I'm all ears!" I said.
"Well, remember I told you how, a few years ago, Jim tried to get me interested in swinging with some friends of ours?"
"Yes," I replied, remembering our very first meeting, when Margaret and I had ended up masturbating together. "I remember you thought he and the guy might have . . ."
"Ed," she prompted me.
"... Yes, that Jim and Ed were possibly getting together on the side."
"Yes -- and it turns out," she said, "they DID get together a few times!"
"Wow! How did you find out about that?" I asked, curious.
"Well, that's what I want to tell you about!" Margaret replied with obvious excitement in her voice. "But I'd like to tell you in person while we -- well, you know!"

Fortunately, for the first time in weeks, my schedule for that morning was
clear, and I wasted no time arranging to meet her. Less than an hour later,
she opened her front door and ushered me in to her living room.

"I'm dying to hear the story!" I said.

We kissed and hugged, the first time we had seen one another in weeks. With
wide opened lips, our tongues probed one another's mouth, and I rubbed one
hand over the small of her back as she held one hand to the back of my
neck, and we leaned into one another's body.

My other hand found the stiff nipple of one of her breasts, and her hand
grasped my erect penis, fondling it through my trousers.

"Wow! I've missed that!" Margaret exclaimed with a gasp as we broke our
passionate embrace.

"So have I -- but I want to hear all about it," I insisted. Margaret wore a
sly, you're-really-going-to-enjoy-this smile on her face.

"Come, let's get comfortable," she said, giving my cock a nice little
squeeze as she turned to lead me down the hall.

In her bedroom, we undressed quickly. I was not surprised to see that she
wore nothing beneath her simple summer dress: I had felt her bare breast
beneath her blouse during our entry-way embrace, and by now I knew she
never wore panties when we met one another. I was just as sure that she was
not surprised to see my stiff cock as I stepped out of my slacks and
underwear: by now, she must have known my cock was in an almost permanent
state of erection in her presence -- and, besides, she had fondled my stiff
penis during our passionate embrace in her living room.

Margaret lay down on the king-sized bed, and I slid in beside her naked
body. She lay on her back, propped up against the pilots and headboard, her
body turned slightly so she could easily see the expression on my face as
she told her story. I caressed one full breast, rubbing my finger tips over
her stiff pencil-stub nipple.

"Well, a week or so ago, Paula called -- that's Ed's wife," she began, her
hand reaching for my cock. "We've known each other for years -- Jim and I
used to see Paula and Ed all the time, go out to movies together, have
dinner together, see one another at parties."

"Yes," I said, eager for her to get to the good part.

"Well, anyway, I hadn't seen Paula since Jim's funeral, but like I said,
she called to see how I was doing, asked me over for lunch, and I told her
I missed Jim, but then -- well, you know! I sort of indicated to her than I
had met someone and was having some fun . . ."

"Me, you mean -- what did you tell her?" I asked.

"Well, it was a really nice day, and we had finished lunch on her deck and
were having a glass of wine, and I started to tell her ... you know --
how we met." Margaret looked at me closely. My fingers were caressing the
stiff nipple of her breast.

"You told her about the phone message on Jim's phone?"
"Yes," she said.
"And about us in your living room, how we ended up masturbating together?"
"Yes," she said again, squeezing my cock.
"And us having sex together?"
"Yes."
"What about Denny -- did you tell her about Denny?"

"Yes -- oh, Bob, I hadn't really planned to say anything at all, but it
just seemed right," Margaret said, turning her body more toward mine, her
fingers never leaving my cock. She jacked me lightly as she talked, and I
could feel pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock.

"But here's the good part."

She leaned in to me with a small shudder, reliving the memory of what she
was about to tell me.

"Paula got up to pour me another glass of wine -- she was standing very
close to me, and she put her hand lightly at the back of my neck and
stroked my hair while she poured the wine, very slowly . . .

My arm was around Margaret's bare shoulder as we lay together on the bed,
and almost u*********sly I had begun to stroke her hair -- much, I
imagined, as Paula had done on the deck of her home.

"She set the bottle down on the table, very slowly, but didn't sit back
down. Instead, she was stroking my hair very lightly ... and I had one of
those sudden insights you sometimes get: If Jim and Ed had been getting it
on together, then maybe Paula wanted me to get it on with her too!"

Instinctively, I lightly pinched the stiff nipple that my fingers were
stroking.

"I had the shivers, Bob!" Margaret exclaimed breathlessly. "There was no
mistaking it! She was coming on to me -- and it was fine with me!"

Margaret had my cock in her hand and was jacking me, her pace hastened by
the excitement of her memory.

"What did you do?"

"I put my arm around her hip -- she was standing very close beside me --
and rubbed just a little, very lightly, like she was caressing my hair.

"And then she touched my arm with her other hand, lightly, very lightly,
then slowly moved her fingers up my arm to my chest ... and then she slid
her hand into my blouse, very slowly -- I was hot as a firecracker and wet
as I could be!"

Margaret squeezed my cock hard, and a drop of pre-cum oozed out. She rubbed
the palm of her hand through my pre-cum, then caressed my cock with her
moistened hand.

"What then? What happened next?" I asked, nearly as breathless as Margaret.

"Well, she helped me stand up, and we kissed one another -- not a
good-friends-peck on the lips, but a hot kiss, with open lips and tongues
and the whole thing! Her lips were so soft and her touch so tender and
light . . ."

Margaret's voice trailed off a moment, then she exclaimed: "I thought I was
going to cum right there, Bob! Maybe I did! I was so wet!"

Margaret's legs were parted, and my hand moved from her breast to the moist
folds of her vagina, wet with her juices. For her part, she was jacking my
cock more rapidly, and pre-cum oozed freely from the tip.

"Slow down a little," I said, "I don't want to cum too soon."

Margaret let go of my cock but with her fingers began to trace an erotic
pattern on my thighs, stomach, hip.

"We didn't say anything -- just moved inside." Margaret continued her
erotic story.

"She slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders, then
unhooked my bra and let it fall too. Her fingers on my nipples -- so
lightly! She bent and kissed each one -- oh!

"We walked to the bedroom, arm in arm, kissing one another, feeling each
other's boobs -- I was naked from the waist up, but Paula was still
dressed. My tits are big but hers are small. But I could feel through her
clothes that she has really pert, stiff nipples -- I could feel them right
through her bra and blouse!"

"What then?" I asked, urging her on.

"We undressed one another -- it was so dreamy! I was breathing hard, and so
was she, and we undressed one another.

"I did just what she had done to me -- kissed each nipple, sucked each one
a little.

"And then we kissed passionately again, held each other in embrace, backed
up until we reached the bed, lay down together, naked . . ."

Margaret was trembling with excitement, her breath coming in short pants. I
was as excited as she, my cock oozing pre-cum.

"We were kissing each other, running our hands all over each other's body
-- I was dripping and so was she!

"And then Paula started to slide down very slowly, sucking each nipple, one
then the other, then kissing her way down my stomach -- I knew what she was
going to do, of course!"

"Like this?" I asked, looking into her eyes, and I began to slide down
alongside her, sucking one stiff pencil-stub nipple, then the other.

"Yesss . . ." Margaret cooed.

I continued to kiss her body as I moved across her stomach, lower to her
moist downy softness, between her parted legs.

"Yes, Paula did that, just as you are now -- she was so soft, her breath so
hot on my skin. When her lips and tongue got to my pussy, I was in heaven!"

"Did Paula like your clit as much as I do?" I looked up at Margaret's face,
and she looked down at me with sensuous desire.

"Oh, yes -- she said she loves big clits! That's how I knew this wasn't the
first time she's made love to another woman. She said, `I love a woman with
a big clit.' I've always been embarrassed about having such a bit clit, but
you like it and so does Paula!"

"Yes, I love it!" I said, sucking her enlarged clitoris into my mouth
tightly between my lips, with my tongue pressed hard against it, massaging
it. Margaret shuddered in her climax, so aroused was she from the erotic
memory of her lesbian encounter with Paula, as well as my oral
ministrations.

"Oh, Bob!" she exclaimed, her body tense, then after another moment,
relaxed.

"I had never been with a woman before -- oh, I did as a girl. I think I
told you about that, playing with a girl who lived across the street -- we
must have been 12 or 13. We were just learning about sex, and we kissed and
made out, rubbed our boobs together, fingered each other, licked each
other.

"But I've never done it with a grown woman -- before now. Paula made me cum
and cum, and then I did it to her too! She was so wet and her pussy was so
wonderful -- I loved the taste!"

My tongue was buried deep in Margaret's wet pussy, as deeply as I could
reach. Margaret shuddered again in another climax, and again I tasted a
flood of pussy cum.

"Ohhhh -- and you know what? I put my finger in her ass, just like we did
with each other . . ."

"Like this?" I asked, rubbing the surface of Margaret's anus, then slowly
inserting my finger, with her dripping juices as lubricant.

"Ohhh . . ." Margaret shuddered again, another orgasm, her third of the
morning.

I fingered her ass as I tongued her pussy, kneaded her clit with my lips,
lapped up her flowing juices. Finally, Margaret was spent, and I slid back
up alongside her. Lazily, Margaret grasped my cock, hard and dripping
pre-cum, and slowly stroked it.

"I'll suck you off in just a moment," she said. "I don't think my pussy can
stand any more right now."

"That's okay, I like how you suck my cock," I said, and in a moment
Margaret slid down to my waist and took my cock in her mouth in a single
gulp. Her mouth was warm and wet, and with her tongue she began to massage
the shaft, the head, the glans.

Already highly aroused by the story of her recent woman-to-woman encounter
with Paula, I knew I wouldn't last long -- and in only a few moments I felt
the hot cum boil from my balls and shoot up my cock into her hungry
mouth. She swallowed my cum but I could still taste it on her mouth and
lips and tongue afterwards as we kissed one another deeply.

Cuddling arm in arm, both satisfied, I said, "You never actually told me
how you found out that Jim and Paula's husband, Ed, really had hooked up."

"Paula confirmed it," Margaret replied. "I told her that for a year or so
before Jim died, I had suspected he might be having some extracurricular
fun. But after I found the phone message from you on his phone, I
discovered it was man-to-man fun, not him with another woman.

"Paula told me she and Ed are both bisexual and open with one another about
their experiences," she continued. "He had told her about getting together
with Jim -- they did it three or four times, sucked each other's cock."

"Like Jim and me, and Denny and me," I said.

"Yes," she said. "Paul told me she and Ed had talked about a foursome with
Jim and me, and I told her that Jim did suggest it two or three times, but
that I wasn't interested."

"But things are different now," I ventured.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Now that I've met you and Denny, and Paula and I
have made love to each other -- things are different!"

I was slowing strumming one of Margaret's nipples and she was idly stroking
my cock as we talked. My cock had begun to stir, and her nipple had begun
to stiffen anew.

"Maybe you could get together with Paula and Ed after all -- I could be a
stand-in for Jim, and we could have that foursome," I suggested.

"Or I was thinking maybe you AND Denny!" Margaret agreed, with
excitement. "Think of the possibilities!"

"Hmmm, that would be nice!" I agreed.

We kissed and caressed and then made love -- and I experienced for a second
time with her that rarity of my maturity, the second cumming of the day.
Our bodies intertwined, Margaret lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide,
as she guided my erect cock into the warm, moist, velvety mysteries of her
pussy. We fucked slowly for some minutes, until the urgency came upon us,
and she met my thrust with her own as I plunged deeply inside her -- until
we both reached orgasm.

********************************
That most recent meeting with Margaret was the only one for the next few weeks -– but I was able to get together with Denny a few days later.

Denny and I had been meeting for some mutual cock sucking pleasure about
every month to six weeks for over 12 years. I couldn't recall how we first
met, though I am sure it was through a sex site.

I gratefully welcomed the sex sessions with Margaret over the past few
months, but I was just as grateful for my longstanding relationship with
Denny.

Heterosexual sexual relationships hold the possibility of romantic
entanglement -– which I had been consciously wary of with Margaret -–
but man-to-man sexual relationships such as the one Denny and I shared are
much simpler, generally without the risk of romance (certainly as far as I
am concerned).

We enjoyed plain old mutual oral pleasure with one another –- just
sucking one another's cock: No emotional involvement, few preliminaries,
little foreplay. Just getting together on a regular basis to suck each
other's cock and swallow some cum. Two guys helping one another out. Suck
buddies.

A few years ago, I read a long, multi-episode story in which the author
described his lifelong love affair with cocks -- not men, just their
cocks. I found the series very stimulating to read (and enjoyed many
pleasurable hours masturbating to the many episodes), and after awhile I
came to see that I somewhat shared the writer's point of view.

As a younger man, I had received an occasional blowjob or handjob from a
man a few times over the years. I never imagined that one day I might ever
suck another guy's cock or jack him off -– and like it.

Then my sex life with my wife came to an end. She went through menopause in
her early 40s and found that intercourse was uncomfortable, even painful. I
did not want to force myself on her or to cause her pain, in the selfish
pursuit of my own pleasure.

For a short while we tried to compensate for intercourse with oral sex
alone. I love eating pussy, and I enjoyed her sucking my dick, but I soon
knew her heart wasn't in it any longer. She simply wasn't interested, and
she received little if any pleasure from it.

After a short while I reluctantly accepted the fact that our sex life
together had come to an end. That was more than 25 years ago, but my own
sexual drive was not diminished. I was not ready to give up sex.

For awhile, my sex life consisted only of masturbation. I read erotic
stories and looked at porn on the internet while masturbating.

At the time, there were still a few XXX movie theaters and adult book
stores with booths in the area where I live, and I was a frequent
patron. At the theaters, I learned to sit in the back rows, where the
action usually is, to receive a blowjob or handjob.

Once, in the video section of a book store, a man about my age invited me
into a booth, locked the door behind us, turned and dropped his pants –-
and almost before I knew it guided my erect cock into his asshole, which
was already well lubed. I had never experienced anal sex before that, and
his asshole was hot and tight. I lasted only a minute or so before shooting
a huge load of cum inside him.

He had a tissue at hand, which he used to clean off my cock and to wipe
himself. Then he pulled up his pants, opened the door of the booth, and was
off. The entire episode lasted only two or three minutes!

On another memorable occasion at the same book store, an older man opened
the door of my booth, looked at my erect cock, which I was fondling as I
watched videos, and immediately went to his knees. He took my cock between
his lips and lovingly licked and sucked it as he gently fondled my balls.

Even as I was beginning to feel that wonderful tingling vibrating
sensation, he took me even further in his mouth, into his throat. This was
the first time that anyone had ever deep-throated me, and it was a
wonderful feeling, more erotic than I could ever have imagined.

Within a very few moments I was cumming down his throat what seemed like
buckets of cum.

He backed off a little but did not move his mouth from my cock, instead
slowly licking me clean with his tongue and lips, until the pleasure I felt
became so intense that I had to pull out.

I had slumped back against the wall, weak-kneed, as I recovered. Even then
the man, who was perhaps 20 years older than I, continued to kneel before
me. He leaned forward and licked a final drop of cum from the tip of my
cock, then rose slowly, wiping his lips as he did.

"Thank you!" I whispered with genuine gratitude.

"My pleasure," he replied softly, smiling at me. He extended his hand and
took my softening cock lightly in his palm, running his palm and fingers
gently along the length of it, before finally giving it a small, fond
squeeze as a goodbye.

The days of adult theaters and book stores came to an end in my area not
long afterward, but the internet was just emerging –- and with it,
online chatrooms. I found there were plenty of men eager and willing to
give a quick blowjob, and I enjoyed dozens of such encounters over a two-
or three-year period.

Then, one day, a guy about my age had just completed his oral ministration
of my cock. Having just cum, I was lying on the king-sized bed in his
master bedroom, naked. He was fully clothed, sitting in a chair alongside
the bed.

Completely to my own astonishment, I offered to reciprocate. To this day, I
do not know what made me offer to suck his cock, for I had never given a
thought to do such a thing.

Of course, as a boy I had a few encounters with other boys my age as we
learned to masturbate. We occasionally jacked off each other, and a few
times licked or sucked each other very briefly, never to completion.

But that was decades ago, when I was a boy. Now, I was a middle-aged man,
with another adult man.

He simply stood, unbuckled his pants, unzipping at the same time, and
dropped his pants and underwear to the floor. I leaned over and without
another moment's pause took his erect cock in my mouth.

His cock was perhaps five inches long, not a monster, but I marveled at how
it could be so hard and so velvety soft at the same time.

It was my very first time giving a blowjob, and I'm sure it wasn't the best
blowjob he had ever received, but nonetheless in two or three minutes he
announced he was about to cum.

I didn't consider pulling off his cock -– in for a penny, in for a
pound, I guess: Sucking a guy's cock for the first time, the penny;
swallowing his cum, the pound.

He shot in my mouth, and I tasted cum for the first time. Not bad, I
remember thinking, not bad at all.

I experienced a few pangs of guilt afterward, even suffered through bouts
of doubt about whether I was really straight -– but I knew for certain I
was hooked on cock. I thought of all the years I might have been trading
blowjobs with other men. Ah, well, I reasoned -– there's always the
present!

From that day to this, I have happily sucked many a cock and have had mine
sucked in return. Any doubt about my sexual orientation faded away, as I
concluded that I simply enjoy having sex with men as well as women, that I
remained a straight man who loves women, most particularly my wife, even
though I also relish sucking cocks.

So it was with Denny. For more than a dozen years, we had sucked one
another's cock on a regular basis. I knew that as a divorced man he
occasionally dated women and had sex with them. While I would have welcomed
the opportunity to have sex with women as well as men, in actuality my sex
life for years (until Margaret called) consisted solely of cocks.

It was about a week after my most recent meeting with Margaret, and Denny
and I stood just inside the front door of his house. As is our custom, we
fondled one another, unzipping the other's fly, reaching in to stroke each
other's cock.

Occasionally when we meet, one of us would kneel and take the other's cock
in our mouth for a few licks, prior to the real deal that to follow.

On this occasion, I did that. I leaned down and took Denny's stiffening
cock in my mouth, licking the head and glans with my tongue. When I stood
up once again, Denny knelt and repaid the favor, taking my cock in his
mouth and sucking gently on it for a moment or two.

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" he asked nonchalantly as he rose, and of
course I followed, both of us with our pants open and our hard erect cocks
wagging side to side as we walked to the bedroom.

We quickly undressed and lay in our usual position in the classic 69
grouping. I took Denny's cock in my hand, gave it a few gentle strokes,
then took it in my mouth and began to suck up and down the shaft.

He did the same for me.

With the fingers of one hand, I explored around the base of his cock,
ticking that little spot behind the balls.

He did the same.

I felt his fingers begin to explore between the cheeks of my ass, and I
moved slightly to give him better access. At the same time, I followed his
lead and gently rubbed around his anus.

We had never experimented with assplay, and I was definitely not prepared
to try anal sex, but the experience with Margaret had shown me that a
little anal stimulation can complement oral sex.

Denny must have concluded much the same thing, as almost simultaneously we
tentatively inserted the tip of a finger in one another's opening. It was
pleasurable, to be sure, even though the oral stimulation of our cocks
remained the primary thing for both of us.

I backed off sucking Denny's cock for a moment, just to catch my breath a
little, but I licked the head and glans as I rested, then I took his cock
in my mouth once again and resumed sucking.

Denny hunched his hips slightly, pushing his cock deeper in my mouth, and I
could feel his cock begin to vibrate slightly. I tasted a bit of
pre-cum. At the same time, I could feel Denny's mouth on my cock, one hand
on the cheeks of my ass, the other exploring the entrance of my anus.

A few moments more of this, and we both exploded almost in unison, shooting
our cum in one another's mouth.

At age 71, I do not produce nearly the volume of cum that I did when I was
younger, nor is my cum as thick and creamy as when I was young. I am seldom
ever able to cum more than once a session, and occasionally I am unable to
cum at all.

Yet the pleasure I receive when I do cum is generally undiminished by the
years -– and so it was on this day: I shot two or three small drops of
cum into Denny's mouth, feeling the intensity of sexual pleasure. At the
same time, I tasted the familiar taste of Denny's cum in my mouth.

Finally, it was over.

Both of us lay back, momentarily at rest in the peaceful afterglow of
orgasm, satisfied.

"Nice," Denny said quietly.

*****************************
A week or so after Denny and I swapped cum with one another, I called
Margaret, but she was unable to meet during the day that week. Since
weekdays are the only times I can play, I promised to call again the
following week, though Margaret seemed vague about her availability.

Disappointed, but still needing to find a sex partner, I called Denny, and
we reprised our session of the week previous. In fact, it turned out that
Denny and I got together twice more before I was able to set up a meeting
with Margaret.

For more than 12 years, Denny and I had been getting together about every
six weeks to two months to suck each other's cock. We were regular suck
buddies.

But since my first meeting with Margaret a few months earlier, my sex life
had become more active and definitely more interesting. Since then, I had
been having a sexual encounter about once a week, sometimes even more
often, with either Margaret or Denny or sometimes both. A couple of times,
I had even managed that rarity for a mature man -- cumming twice in one
day.

Finally, one day, Margaret and I were able to find a morning for pleasure.

"Long time, no see!" she said as I stepped inside her front door for the
first time in more than a month.

We embraced and kissed, our tongues exploring the other's mouth, our hands
sweeping each other's body, fondling one another.

As usual, I quickly discovered she was wearing neither a bra nor
underpants. She was naked beneath the simple sundress she wore.

She in turn had my eager, stiffened cock out from my opened pants within
moments, stroking me tenderly. I felt the palm of her brush off a drop of
pre-cum, which she softly massaged into the swollen head of my cock.

"Shall we?" she asked, breathless. Hand in hand, we walked down the hall to
her bedroom -- me with my erect cock eagerly leading the way -- and quickly
undressed.

I gently pushed her back against the bed, and she lay back. I gently pushed
her legs apart and knelt on the floor before her moist pussy. I leaned
forward and pressed my lips against her lips, her pussy lips.

What a wonderful delight!

From the very first time I tried it as a young man, I had always loved
licking a pussy, tasting the exotic nectar of a woman's pussy, breathing in
the erotic aroma. Margaret's pussy was even more wonderful, since she had
such a marvelously large clitoris.

I licked between the lips of her pussy, inserting my tongue as far as I was
able, then backed it out and began to nibble on her clit, hard, erect, just
like a tiny cock. She gasped and threw her head back and side to side.

Finally, she pushed my head away from between her legs and pulled me up on
the bed beside her. My cock was hard as a rock, oozing pre-cum, my lips wet
with the juices of her nether lips. We kissed, and she wiggled down to
return the favor of oral sex.

Taking my cock in her mouth, she bobbed up and down, licking the head and
glans, all the while massaging my sensitive anus with her index
finger. After a couple of minutes, I thought I might soon cum in her mouth,
so I signaled her to stop.

We lay side by side on the bed, our arms entwined, my stiff cock nestled
between her legs at the entrance to her warm, wet pussy.

"Bob, how do you feel about me?" she asked.

At once, I was on guard.

"I'm very fond of you, Margaret," I answered hesitantly but
truthfully. "Who wouldn't be, here with you, like this?"

"I'm serious, Bob," she persisted. "Is it more than that?"

Shit!, I thought to myself. This is about to go south! An extramarital
sexual affair was fine, but I wanted nothing to do with an extramarital
love affair.

After a moment's pause, I replied: "I'm very fond of you -- you know that,
Margaret -- but if you're asking, Do I have feelings for you?, the answer
is, No."

My hard cock had gone soft, and I feared she might want to transform our
sexual relationship, which I welcomed, into a romantic relationship, in
which I had no interest.

But I soon learned -- again -- that Margaret was often a woman of
unexpected surprises.

Intuitively, the memory flashed before me of our very first meeting, when
she learned that her late husband, Jim, and I had sucked each other's cock,
when she unexpectedly asked me to masturbate for her, when she disrobed and
we masturbated together, when she first watched Denny and me suck each
other off.

"Oh, good!" she said. "I'm relieved! I thought you might be wanting
something more!"

I was relieved as well –- relieved and once again very surprised.

"No, I like it just the way it is!" I said. "I'm a happily married man, and
I intend to stay that way -- happily married in all ways except sex –-
and you, and Denny, of course, take care of that."

"Watching you and Denny together gets me so wet -- just thinking of you and
Denny -- you and Jim -- I get wet!"

"Me too! I've enjoyed more sexual activity in the past few months than my
whole life!" I declared.

"Jim and I -- well, I guess our sex life had gone stale, become hum-drum,"
Margaret reflected. "When I found out about Jim -- that he was having sex
with men -- you and Ed, and I guess there were others ... well, I just
never dreamed it was something he was doing . . ."

"But you weren't angry or repulsed, were you?" I asked.

"No!" she responded emphatically. "It was very exciting! It has opened a
whole new world of possibilities for me ... and it has lit my fires
again!"

"Yes, and I for one am very glad!" I agreed. My cock stirred, evidently
glad too. I was immersed in a general sense of good feelings.

Turning somewhat more reflective, Margaret confided: "I really have been
busy the past few weeks, but I guess I was also avoiding you. I was afraid
you might be ... you know -- falling for me."

I looked at her a moment before answering: "Like I said before, I really am
fond of you, and I definitely love getting together with you like this, but
in the love department, there's only one woman for me, and that's my wife
. . ."

"I know that -- and I'm glad," she said, "because I'm not ready for a love
affair -- I just don't want my life to get messy."

"Neither do I!" I exclaimed. "I like things just the way they are!"

I was greatly relieved that Margaret was reaffirming the nature of our
relationship as sexual, one of "friends with benefits" or "fuck buddies,"
rather than romantic.

My cock had stiffened again.

"There's something else too," she continued with a tone of confession.
"Paula and I have been ... seeing one another ... quite a few times, actually -- I love the way she tastes!"
I was surprised again.
"Oh?" I said, drawing out the "O" sound inquisitively.
"Oh, I'm not in love with her, if that's what you're thinking -- I don't want a woman in my life just now any more than a man!"
I nodded.
"I don't think I'm a lesbian or anything like that, but I'm definitely attracted to the feel of another woman," Margaret said, looking intently
into my face.
"Well, that's fine," I offered, unsure exactly what to say or where the conversation might be headed.
"I guess it's like you and Denny -- I guess I like sex with both men and women ... except with Paula, well, it's different than with you or Jim ... softer, gentler ... just different somehow."
"What's she like?" I asked after a moment.
"Well, she's very slim," Margaret replied.
Somewhat tentative at first, she continued enthusiastically: "She has small breasts -- very small -- sometimes I think she's almost like a young boy with tits," Margaret confided with a small chuckle.
"And her nipples are very sensitive!"
Instinctively, my fingers had found the stiff pencil-stub nipple of one of Margaret's breasts. I leaned down slightly to nibble lightly on it.
"I see why men like tits so much!" she continued. "I just love to nibble on Paula's nipples –- she goes wild!"
I lightly bit Margaret's nipple, and she reacted with a soft moan, then resumed the erotic commentary of her intimacy with Paula.
"Ed – Paula's husband -- knows we're seeing one another. He's not jealous or anything like that, just curious -- Paula told me they have an `open relationship,' that he has boyfriends too."
"Was Jim a `boyfriend,'" I wondered.
"No, I don't think so. I think his boyfriends really are much younger men – but I don't really know for sure," she said.
"But Ed did confirm that he and Jim did get together a few times ... to suck each other's cock."
I found Margaret's account very stimulating, and I could feel a bit of pre-cum ooze from the tip of my rock-hard cock, nestled as it was at the entrance of her warm pussy.
Margaret was aroused too.
"Ohhh," we both murmured in unison as she guided my stiff cock into the moist opening of her pussy.
I pushed forward, enveloped by warm, wet, velvety pleasure. Already, I could feel the tingling had begun deep in my balls and throughout my cock almost at that very moment of entry, and I knew that my orgasm could not be very far off.
"I've told Paula all about you and Denny . . ." she said, her breath coming in rushes.
"... and Ed knows too -- we've talked about it. . ."
"... I haven't done anything with Ed . . ."
Her breath was ragged, but she continued.
"... We've talked openly about you and me -- and Denny . . ."
"Hmmm," I murmured, my own breath very short.
"... And Ed wants to meet you -- you and Denny . . ."
"Ohhh," I said, even more aroused at the thought. A threesome ... Ed, Denny, and me . . .
"I would like to watch," Margaret continued, equally as stimulated as I. "I never knew how hot is to see two men together, sucking each other!"
As if in union, our bodies met one another's thrusts, pulling back, pushing in, meeting together in that exquisite pleasure of sexual union.
"Men are the same way about two women!"
"I suppose you want to watch Paula and me too," Margaret said.
"Hell yes!" I exclaimed.
Margaret buried her head in my shoulder, and our fucking proceeded toward its conclusion. Nothing else mattered for the moment, only the action of my cock in her pussy, only our bodies moving together in the pursuit of sexual pleasure.
I felt Margaret's body shudder, and I pushed in her as deeply as I could. My own orgasm followed immediately, and I felt the cum rush up from deep in my balls, hot and electric, as I shot my cum deeply within her.
She clinched her legs around my hips in her own sexual frenzy, and I held my cock deep inside her, my legs rigid as the final rush of pleasure washed over us.
Finally, we both began to relax. We kissed and caressed one another. I could feel my cock softening inside her, my cum mixed with her juices beginning to seep from inside her.
It was a delicious, languid feeling.