I can hardly believe I’m saying this, but at the age of 58 I’ve become a fallen woman, and I’ve loved every moment of my debauchery.
It started nearly a year ago when an elderly gentleman moved in next door to live in the other half of our semi. Like good neighbours we knocked on his door to ask if he would like a cup of tea while the removal men were busy carrying in lots of boxes, and struggling to get all the furniture through the front door.
Keith — that was his name — told me that after his wife had died a couple of years earlier, and at the age of 70, he really ought to downsize and look for something more modest. Really! If he thought that moving to a large semi was downsizing, he must have lived in a mansion. (I later found out that he did!)
I have to admit that I didn’t think he looked 70, more like his late 50s with his sexy beard and trim physique. And he was tall, and I’ve always been a sucker for tall men. My Pete is only just a bit taller than me but he has a well muscled body and legs, and I think I he’s incredibly sexy, especially without his clothes on. Naughty me, I did feel I bit of a flutter in my pussy when he held my hand and kissed it. Wow, what a gentleman. But I never thought that within a few days we would become lovers — with Pete’s total consent — and that he would have fucked me silly every day for a whole weekend. Pete only confessed later that he had always wanted to share me with another man, and that the thought of watching me being fucked made him very hard.
A couple of weekends later, we thought that it was about time that we ought to get to know him better since we could be neighbours for years. And we had always thought that hospitality was the mark of civilised people. So I wrote him a nice little note inviting him for dinner on the Friday night — nothing fancy, just good English cooking.
He knocked on the door promptly at 7:30 pm, and as soon as Pete opened the door, Keith handed him a bottle of red wine and suggested that he should uncork it straightaway to let it breathe. When I saw the label I realised that it was no common or garden red, but probably rather expensive, so I told Pete to handle it with special care.
I left Pete to look after him while I finished off the main course and put everything in the warming drawer. When I was finally happy that I had done everything I could to ensure a nice convivial evening, I took off my apron and hung it up, and went through to the living room. When I saw Keith, I just gasped. The few times I had seen him in the garden he was dressed in rather baggy jeans and a rough flannel shirt, but now, my god he looked magnificent in a black silk shirt and trousers. I was so glad I had put on a posh frock, and Pete looked manly in a Pete sort of way in flannel trousers and open necked cotton shirt.
Dinner was uneventful, although the subdued lighting and the extra bottle of wine — Keith went back home to fetch another of the same expensive vintage — might have had something to do with what happened later, plus the bottle of champagne that Keith had also brought a bottle of champagne as well as the second red.
When we adjourned to the sitting room with our glasses of bubbly, Pete turned the lights down low, but instead of sitting in separate easy chairs as normally happened when we entertained, we ended up on the large settee with me in the middle and a man on either side. And very soon a nice dinner party turned into something very naughty indeed.
Things kicked off when Keith nuzzled my ear and whispered how delightful I was — not how lovely dinner had been — but words laden with sexual innuendo and desire.
“You do realise,” he said, “that there is only a thin wall between your bedroom and mine.” Oh, I thought, what’s coming next?
“You seemed to be having a particularly interesting conversation last night,” he continued, and without a moment’s hesitation, put his hand on my breast. Funny, Pete did the same on his side. A dark and exciting suspicion began to grow in my mind that something had been planned beforehand, probably when I was in the kitchen, and they were bonding over a whisky, as men do.
“You do cum rather spectacularly, Heather dear, don’t you?” He said in a husky voice, his desire no longer concealed. “Naughty girl, I really couldn’t just lie there and listen. I was really hard, like I am now. Why don’t you see for yourself?” Oh, the naughty man, he took my hand and unzipping his fly, put it on a very hard naked cock.
“However, instead of wasting my cum in a tissue, delightful though that was, I’m hoping that I will soon be ejaculating deep in your delicious cunt.” I should have stopped him I know, but I was so excited, and, to be honest, the realisation that a man other than my husband, and a very beautiful man to boot, was soon going to fuck me, just swept me along on a tide of unstoppable lust.
Pete had said nothing up till then, although his hand had strayed up my dress and his fingers were stroking my pussy through my panties. “Why don’t we all get more comfortable?” He said, “and get out of these clothes, and once we are naked we can have some real naughty fun.”
It seemed that time stood still, but it was only a couple of minutes before I found myself lying back in Pete’s arms with my legs spread wide, and Keith licking the length of my slit before suckling my inner lips into his mouth and rolling them with his tongue.
The delicious sensations in my cunt began to spread through my belly and into my tits, which Pete was fondling and squeezing, and I was so incoherent with desire that I could barely squeak, “Keith, please fuck me now, I want to feel you inside me, possessing me, and anointing my cunt with your hot cream.”
And then paradise opened up before me as Keith placed the head of his beautiful penis at the entrance to my cunt, and in one smooth moment slid the entire length inside me until his balls were resting between the cheeks of my bottom. I cannot describe the amazing sensations that pulsated in my body as he fucked me, not hurriedly, but with a firm and steady rhythm that marked his possession of my body and soul.
I was so lost in the exquisite pleasure that he was giving me, that I didn’t notice when Pete slipped out from underneath me, and kneeling beside my head, offered me his cock to suck. Oh fuck, I had never dreamed this could happen to me, an old bird who had only had vanilla sex. This was something beyond words and when my orgasm exploded through me, it was so intense that I stopped breathing for a few moments. If only I had known that this was real sex felt like perhaps I would have persuaded Pete to bring another man to our bed long before.
Both my lovers came soon after, Pete ejaculating into my mouth and over my tits, the amount of his hot cum so much more than in all our years together — he confessed later that watching Keith’s rampant tool thrusting in and out of my swollen lips was the most exciting thing he had ever seen. When Keith reached the point of no return I could feel his balls contracting as he thrust even deeper into me and the pulses of his seed rising up in irresistible waves to bathe my cervix in his rich creamy cum.
When we had recovered sufficiently we automatically went up to our bedroom and slipped naked between the sheets. Our mating seemed to me to be fore-ordained, and that it was always going to happen at some time. Our carnal bonding was cemented later in the small hours of the night when the unimaginable happened.
We were lying on our sides, Pete spooning me and caressing my hypersensitive breasts and Keith facing me and kissing me passionately with his hands on my bum pulling me towards him. Both men were hard again and ready and eager to fuck me again. Pete started it by thrusting his cock into me from behind — fucking doggy fashion but lying on our sides. I thought that he would take his turn to leave his seed in my well used and sopping cunt, before Keith finished me off, but I felt Keith place his cock alongside Pete’s before slowly and gently sliding it inside me, allowing time for my vaginal muscles to adapt to the size of two cocks filling me in a way that was beyond amazing. By some telepathic link Pete and Keith began to thrust in coordinated rhythm sending me stratospheric in golden clouds of ineffable bliss.
We made love again on and off for the whole of that weekend, barely stopping to eat, and sleeping in post orgasmic languor between each episode of gloriously uninhibited sex.The liberation of that life changing experience has stayed with us ever since, and our sex lives are immeasurably richer and more fulfilling than we ever imagined. Some would say that we are debauched, but our relationship with Keith is based on mutual respect and selfless love. When we fuck, which is often, our fundamental desire is to help our partner to reach heights of ecstasy far beyond the mundane pleasure most people experience, almost religious in its sacred wonder.
I was so aroused that could hardly refrain from masturbating to the memory of so many wonderful orgasms, and the delicious cocks that had been the agents of my pleasure. By the end of the week I had come down from my cloud to be able to start to thinking rationally again, and I decided to challenge Pete to confirm if my original suspicion of collusion was true. Guess what, they had planned it all — well rather less than all because events had soon transcended anything they had expected. Without me noticing — sly devils — they had skipped off to the pub one lunchtime. Pete had confessed his fantasy to watch me fucked by another man, and he told Keith that he thought that I would easily succumb to his seduction — just because I had said that I thought Keith was rather sexy,
Even without Keith, Pete’s and my love making is of a quality that we had not experienced in our previous married life. Whenever we can we join together as a threesome every weekend, and when Pete goes away on business I move into Keith’s home and his bed. We have not told either Keith’s or our children, but as our anniversary approaches we are considering how we can cement our unusual relationship with some kind of ceremony. We are no longer afraid of publicly acknowledging our lifestyle and when the time comes we will do so without shame.
