Victor’s Story
Present Day
I woke with a start. Obviously, it was still early morning, and the bedroom was still in half darkness—crepuscular light, my pernickety brain told me—but I woke up at dawn, and anyway, at 78, I slept for only a few hours every night. Even that sleep was punctuated by the need to pee. Growing old sucks. However, something wasn’t quite right.
As I became conscious, it struck me—the light came from the wrong direction—ergo, I wasn’t in my bed, or bedroom for that matter. I turned over and looked to my tight to where the clock should be and discovered I was in bed with a man and a woman. What’s more, as far as I could see, we were all naked.
Then it all came back to me. The couple were my next-door neighbours, and now lovers. Roger and Tanya were in their early sixties and outwardly respectable pillars of the local community. Roger had recently retired, while Tanya had a couple of years to go before she would be free to pursue the blissful behavior enjoyed by many empty-nesters. It helps to have enough money and the good health to do whatever you want within reason — a chance to see more of the world and maybe choose a more liberated lifestyle.
I am Victor — Vic for short — and I’m a couple of years shy of 80. I retired at 60 from a senior position as a government scientist, although I had taught as a part-time lecturer at a major northern university until I was 75. They also gave me an honorary associate professorship, but that was just a little perk and offered no pecuniary advantage.
My wife died a year ago of motor neurone disease, mercifully after only a brief illness. At first, I fell apart and did not know what to do with myself, and no desire to live. With the help of my two daughters and my lovely teenaged granddaughter, plus some of my closest friends, I pulled myself together.
After countless discussions, I decided to sell my large Victorian house in the most desirable part of South Manchester, and move to a town in South Devon to be near to my younger daughter, and close enough for my granddaughter to cycle over to see me. The other consideration was that it had to be close to a major hospital, which becomes more essential the older you get.
It took eleven months to sort everything out. The worst bit was deciding what to get rid of, and in the end, I kept most of my books, my entire collection of vinyl records and about half of my CDs. I had to dig my heels in about my sound system. I gave away almost all my DVDs, having lost interest in television lately.
I found a semi-detached house on a nice estate, built in the early 1970s, but modernized by its current owner with ground-source heating and solar panels — and much improved insulation and triple-glazed windows. I was still pleasantly surprised that the selling price was less than half of the amount I was offered for my Manchester house. Having sorted out such details as direct fibre broadband, conversion of one of the four bedrooms to an office and an upgrade of the bathroom to a wet room with a walk-in shower, I moved in a month ago, which is when this story begins.
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One Month to One Day Ago
On the day I moved in, Tanya knocked on my car window as I parked at the side of the road to leave room for the removal men. She kindly suggested I should park in their drive for now, and invited me in for a cup of tea whenever I wanted to escape from the piles of boxes, furniture in the wrong rooms, and general chaos. She and Roger, when I met him later, seemed to be amiable people, ordinary in the best meaning of the word, and still fit for their age, and in Tanya’s case, very attractive. I should add that part of what attracted me to her were the similarities to my late wife, although I noticed (one shouldn’t, but almost all guys do) that her breasts were a couple of sizes smaller than Rosie’s.
Moving on for a couple of weeks, the damp, cool weather of late May improved. The clouds rolled away, and the temperatures soared to record heights, when all that you wanted to do was sit in the garden, wearing as little as possible but just on the side of decency, with a cool beer and a Kindle.
The adjacent gardens of the pair of homes, of which mine was one, were secluded. In fact, I discovered that neither was overlooked from the road nor the back bedrooms of the other houses in the street. Chancing to look out of my bedroom window at around lunchtime on last Saturday but one, I noticed Tanya was sunbathing in their garden near to the house. Nothing strange in that, except that she was utterly naked.
I should be ashamed, but I had an almost immediate reaction to the delicious sight of an attractive middle-aged woman displaying all her charms. Apart from masturbating in a rather desultory fashion, I hadn’t had sex in over two years. Dropping my trousers and briefs to release my turgid penis, I stroked it until I came rather too quickly in delicious waves of pleasure, ejaculating a rather large volume of semen onto the window. Really, I was so turned on that I hadn’t tried to conceal myself. I hadn’t noticed if Tanya had seen me, but I was lost in the intensity of my orgasm to notice much at all — she told me the other day that she had seen me and was eagerly anticipating watching me wank close up.
Tanya didn’t show up in their garden either on the Sunday — because they were out with their grown-up family — or the rest of the week when she was at work during the day. Last Saturday was a repeat, but not content with stripping off my clothes and wanking in the bedroom, I went out into my garden and found a spot where I could see into their garden and started to stroke my cock, with rather more control this time.
I was edging myself to a delicious climax when Tanya got up off her lounger and walked across to the fence, where there was a gate between the two gardens, which I hadn’t noticed. I turned bright red and tried to cover up my shrinking cock as she walked up to me. I was about to apologize when she said, “Would you like me to help you with that?”
She pushed me back onto the grass and gave me an exquisite blow job — this respectable housewife was a mistress of the art of fellatio. Further experience tells me she should have a diploma or some such award — if one exists — for the unparalleled skill with which she can bring a man to the absolute peak of ecstasy.
As soon as she had finished, leaving me to sleep off the best blow job I had ever received, she went back to her side of the fence. Once I could think again, I thought that that was the end of it, but later that evening a note was pushed through my door which simply said, “Come around next Friday evening. No nightclothes, just a toothbrush, and we will give you a night to remember. PS. Bring Viagra. PPS, We are looking forward to it with great anticipation. Tanya and Roger.”
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Last Night
To describe the astonishing night that we shared would tax even the best writer of erotic fiction. All I can do so soon is to recount a few highlights.
After a light dinner, when the air was so erotically charged, it practically sizzled. Tanya led the way upstairs to their bedroom, and in the time to say it, we were all naked. Roger was sporting a magnificent erection — a little shorter and thinner than mine at peak arousal, which I reached rapidly, but still beautiful. He encouraged me to enjoy every part of Tanya’s lovely body while she took a cock in each hand, sighing, “Two handsome cocks to play with. I AM a lucky girl, and I’m going to love both of them inside me tonight. Yours Victor, for the first, but not the last time.'
After much kissing and intimate fondling, Tanya and I assumed the position, which I am told is a 69. Tanya was on top, sucking my cock and balls, whilst I was giving all my attention to her delicious bald pussy — delicious both to look at and to taste. Roger knelt between Tanya’s legs and placed his throbbing cock between her swollen labia and thrust it into her wet and desirous cunt until his balls were slapping against my face.
This was an experience that was new to me, but it was intensely exciting to watch him fucking her, made even more so by her moans of pleasure. I continued to suck her clitoris, which seemed to increase her pleasure, but I could not avoid contact with his thrusting cock and heavy balls. When his balls tightened and waves of muscular contractions pulsed along the length of his shaft — what little I could see of it — I almost ejaculated in Tanya’s face. I was in a state of such extreme sexual arousal that when he slipped out of his wife’s cunt, followed by a stream of semen and vaginal secretions that covered my face, I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked off their combined juices.
When we had all calmed down a little and could put two words together in a sentence, Roger uttered the words that I had been dying to hear.
“It’s your turn now, Vic. We have been talking about it, and we both want you to become one of the few men with whom we play. Fuck her, my friend, she is so eager to feel your beautiful cock inside her.”
I indicated to Tanya that I wanted her to bend over the bed so that I could luxuriate in the view of her magnificent bottom and deliciously wet and puffy pussy lips as I penetrated her cunt and started to fuck her. Roger put a pillow under her tummy so I could fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples whilst we sought the nirvana of intense mutual orgasms — my first, but her second, or possibly third.
I started fucking her slowly because, despite the additional lubrication of Roger’s cum, she needed to adjust to the greater thickness of my steel-hard shaft and its swollen head. I increased the tempo to the torrent of verbal encouragement by both of them until we both floated on a cloud of almost unbearable arousal. When she felt my cock pulsing as I pumped Olympian quantities of semen deep inside her, Tanya screamed so loud that it could be heard next door — fortunately in my bedroom — and she started to spasm around my cock in the intensity of her ecstasy. I cannot describe the sensation that I experienced as I came. Such wonderful fucking was not a novel experience, but it was many years since the last time I had cum so fantastically. I was euphoric with desire and love, and in our mating, I felt one with Tanya in mind and body. This was beyond mere carnality.
The rest of the night is a blur. I know that Roger and I sucked each other’s cocks, which I had never done before. And I fucked Tanya at least twice more, once face-to-face in the missionary position, kissing deeply as we both came together, and once when she rode me with Roger fucking her arse. I had heard that double penetration could be exquisite for a woman, but the stimulating feeling of another cock sliding in and out with only a thin membrane between your two shafts is pretty spectacular.
Eventually, we all fell asleep in a tangle of limbs, exhausted but fulfilled by our first threesome loving.
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Back to the Present
As my thoughts cleared with the growing light of the morning sun, memories of the night before flooded through my mind. The heady odour of sweat, cum and vaginal secretions acted like an aphrodisiac, and although I had cum multiple times and the Viagra had long since worn off, my cock swelled until it was so hard it was almost unbearable. It was worse that I needed the loo.
Tanya stirred and turned her face to kiss me. “Hello, soldier,” she said, and when her hand felt my aching erection, she grinned and murmured seductively, “Someone is ready for more. You are such a naughty boy for an upstanding elderly gentleman.”
She nudged Roger to wake him up, and cooed, “Are you ready for some wake-up nooky, husband, because our new and beautiful lover certainly is?”
Putting her words into action, she swung her leg over mine and, lifting herself up, grabbed hold of my cock and placed it at the entrance to her cunt and impaled herself on me without hesitation. It surprised me how hot and wet she still was — I have learned today that after ejaculation, cum becomes jelly-like before becoming liquid again after a few hours.
Tanya leaned forward so that her breasts were brushing against my chest in an unbelievably stimulating way as she rode me. She then covered my face in kisses, murmuring in my ear, “Go on, my lovely boy, just let go, and I will take you to paradise. You may be old in years, but you feel like a young man inside me, and I’m never letting you be stolen by some old age lady pensioner.”
Then things got really astonishing because Roger straddled my legs behind Tanya and pushed his cock alongside mine, stretching her cunt to accommodate us both. We fucked in this way as if we had become one person in our striving for a perfect way to end our wonderful night in a cataclysm of perfect sexual rapture where mind and body ascend to a higher plane of bliss — a place where time stops, and pleasure is infinite.
We slept until the sun was high in the summer sky. But whether the weather had been sunny or dull and rainy, when we showered and dressed to face what was left of the day, it felt as if we three lovers were enveloped in a cloud of ultimate peace and contentment, and deep unspoken love, bonded in a way that could not be broken.
