After deciding that Daq was not for her, things in Ben and Jan’s home seemed to go back to normal for a while. Jan was busy with her volunteer work, mainly organizing a field trip to a historic site in the next state. Ben continued with his favorite activities: golf and reading. But there was an undercurrent of uncertainty waiting to surface.

At dinner one night, Jan asked Ben again why he had left them just when things were getting to the nitty gritty. He replied that he honestly wasn’t sure but would think on it more.

In fact, he had been thinking a lot about his reactions. The idea of watching Jan get fucked by another man excited him greatly. Reading about men who willingly shared their wives, often aroused him to the degree that he could masturbate and, on the point of ejaculation get quite hard.

He had visions of Jan playing with Daq’s big cock and then lying back with her legs open to welcome it deeply into her body. He imagined her ecstasy as he stretched her open and reached deep into her. He had heard her cries the other day.

Jan was having similar thoughts. She was not certain that she should have sent Daq away; sure, he was inexperienced and unsophisticated in his love-making. And he was too much of an energizer bunny for someone her age; even when she got him off orally first, he seemed able to fuck for hours.

But, he had a gorgeous physique: smooth, muscular, and free of blemishes. And his uncut, brown cock was to die for. She could almost cum just remembering it. She loved just holding it, even when it was soft, which was not often. Surely they could find a happy medium and possibly include Ben.

She wanted to discuss with Ben, her possible change of mind, but it could wait until she returned from her field trip. Meanwhile, she told him more about her adventures with Daq and Bo during their morning playtime in bed. It seemed to arouse him more each time she added another detail and she also got wet remembering. He developed a renewed interest in her pussy; wanting to play with it while she talked dirty.

She knew she must tell him that Roy would be the guide on the field trip; and would surely be after her for sex. That conversation went well enough; Before she could mention Roy, Ben asked if he would be there; then if she intended to have sex with him. “That depends on how you feel about it,” she replied.

“Which means that you want to,” Ben’s grasp of the English language was comprehensive.

“I always prefer to have options. But I want to be sensitive to your feelings. Would it bother you?” Ben couldn’t think of a legitimate reason to object, so he left it up to her, though she noted his ambivalence. She must have a sit down with him when she returns from the trip.

For his part, Ben was determined to get in the game fully. While she was away he would start cruising swinger sites online in hopes of connecting with someone in a similar situation. He could really use a friendly, knowledgeable ear and advisor.

Most of the participants in archaeology field trips are quite old, so Jan commonly arranged ride-sharing if possible. She knew most of those who signed up and agreed to take two of them in her car.  There were a few unfamiliar names on the attendee list as well.

After checking in at the hotel, most of the attendees had an early dinner and retired to their respective rooms. Roy suggested an after-dinner drink in the bar where they ran into two of his friends whom Jan did not know. Reluctantly, Roy accepted their invitation to join their table. It was clear to Jan that he had hoped for some play time later in his or her room. He would be disappointed.

During introductions, Jan learned that one of the men was also an avocational archaeologist like her with similar interests. Before long they were swapping experiences, leaving the others to their own devices. As the evening grew later, Roy suggested that it was time to think about turning in. “Why don’t you go ahead, Roy? I’m not quite ready,” she replied, leaving him to head to his room dejectedly. His other friend decided to leave also.

Tom, the remaining man ordered another round of drinks for them. Before long they found themselves exchanging personal information. Tom talked about being divorced and not enjoying the dating scene. Jan told him about Ben’s age and some of the problems it entailed. She found herself becoming attracted to him and opening up more as the evening progressed.

He was not glamorous but he was handsome, seemed in good shape, and was about her age; maybe 55 yo or so. He had a good head of black hair, graying at the temples, kept longish at the sides and back. His demeanor was relaxed but self-assured.

Another round of drinks went to her head. A number of times when they talked, she let her hand drop to his thigh as she turned to him. One of those times she looked down to find a bulge in his trousers that she had not noticed before. He looked down too, grasped her wrist and moved her hand to the growing bulge. When she looked to him questioningly, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

“Let’s finish this discussion in my room, else Roy will no doubt be back begging again,” he whispered, causing Jan to giggle like she had not done since she was a teenager. She was on her feet like a shot, grabbing his hand and heading for the elevators.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, they began kissing and groping each other. “You do plan on fucking me, don’t you?” Jan asked when they broke for a breath. Tom once again placed her hand on his growing hard-on.

“What does this tell you? I haven’t had sex in three months. We may not get much sleep tonight.” At just that moment, the doors opened to the shocked visage of friend Roy. His hand went to his mouth. He turned and nearly ran down the corridor toward his room. The conspirators looked at each other and smothered their laughs.

But seeing Roy this time did remind her she had a husband. Once again, she proceeded with a sexual liaison without conferring with him first. She didn’t have much time to ruminate on it before Tom swept her into his arms and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She would deal with Ben later. Roy was not a concern.

Once inside his room, they began to strip each other’s clothes off. After his jacket and shirt fell to the floor, so did Jan, onto her knees. She undid his pants and let him step out of them. His boxers barely contained his rampant cock in what looked to be a painful position down his leg.

Before stripping his shorts down, she slipped her tongue under the pant leg and touched the tip of it. His knees seemed to buckle slightly and he moaned loudly. She yanked them down and out popped a lovely eight-or-so-inch uncut cock; the head peaking slightly out from under the foreskin. Jan was the one who moaned at the sight of it.

“I’m so glad that your mother didn’t let them mutilate this gorgeous thing,” she said before grasping his balls, tilting his cock up, and slipping her mouth over the head. Moans all around. He was not quite as thick as Daq but about as long and nearly as dark. Tom’s Mediterranean heritage showed in his genitals.

She was just getting her rhythm when he pulled her up. “Stop. I have a hair trigger tonight. Let me cool off for a minute.” He turned and put a cd in the player. Strains of Chopin’s Piano Concerto No.2 filled the room. By the time he returned, she had shrugged her blouse off and unhooked her bra. “Oh my,” he murmured as he bent to kiss, then gently bite each of her nipples. “Let’s get on the bed. I need to worship your beautiful body, especially these puppies.”

Tom pulled the coverlet off the bed and watched Jan’s skirt fall to the floor. He placed one arm around her waist, then laid his middle finger along the damp streak on the gusset of her panties and pressed lightly. She buried her face into his neck and bit him.

They fell onto the bed together, her on top. She immediately went for his cock again, not caring if he came right away; she wanted it in her mouth and hands. In one motion she straddled his head and swallowed his manhood. She lifted her head long enough to tell him, “Lick my pussy while I make you cum in my mouth.”

“Oh, you dirty girl,” was all he could say before pulling her panties aside and sliding his tongue from her clit to her taint and back. They may have set a record for the quickest mutual orgasm; such was their level of excitement. Jan turned around, removed her panties, snuggled up to him and kissed him with her cummy lips.

They spent the next thirty minutes in a post-coital glow, her head on his shoulder, her hand holding his junk; his fingers strumming her nipples. She told him of her and Ben’s effort to find a way to welcome a third person into their sex life and of her tryst with Roy and then Daq. She did say that it was a good thing that Ben’s ED happened before she discovered dark, uncut cocks. His circumcised, very pink cock seems pretty second-rate just now.

Tom assured her that he would love to be their third. He told of a couple for whom he had played a similar role for a few years. Ben sounded to him much like the husband of that couple with whom he had a very good friendship while fucking his wife for him. Like that husband, he predicted that Ben would be sucking his cock in no time. He informed her that he had become bi-sexual in middle age. He thought that Ben sounded ready to switch.

Tom’s revived cock signaled that he was ready for round two. Jan rolled on top of him again, this time reaching between her legs to register his cock head at her pussy lips and slowly settling down on him. “I’m going to fuck you nice and slow, then please roll me over and fuck me back, ok?” Tom nodded his head enthusiastically.

They barely made it to breakfast the next morning before heading to the site tour. Roy looked askance at the two of them frequently as he lead the group around. Back at the hotel, she called Ben. She apologized for not calling the previous afternoon; and promised him a nice surprise when she got home. She wouldn’t say more. Jan and Tom made the most of their last night together before going their separate ways back home.

She was quiet and preoccupied on the drive, planning her approach to Ben. She hoped that learning that she had found the perfect, age-appropriate man for him to share her with, would mollify him. After all, he had not objected when he thought she would fuck Ron.

Tom had her convinced that Ben was a closet bi-sexual who really was jealous of her having access to strange cocks. He just needed to be presented with the right opportunity and he would come around.

She wondered if either of her passengers could smell sex on her. Tom had deposited his last load of cum in her in the hotel garage before leaving. His cum was leaking into her panties and her jeans. She considered giving Ben a taste of her well-used and fragrant pussy when she got home. The idea excited her.