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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]When I was young and all too eager to deal with a dick - any dick - a lot of "way older guys" would manage to find me and give me their cock to play with while action among my peers was kinda consistent and even at that age, it didn't take being a genius to figure out that older guys were more than happy to "take advantage" of someone they assumed didn't know any better.

Growing into a teen, a lot of the action with my peer group seemed to taper off... but stuff with older guys picked up and I personally thought it was funny listening to an older guy trying to seduce or otherwise trick me into doing something with him - but, again, I reasoned that they were letting my age fool them into thinking I didn't know what the deal was. Trying to get some dick from someone your own age wasn't impossible - it just stopped being easy (in that sense) but by the time I was like 16, I noticed that guys who were like 10, 11, and even 12 wanted to find out from me what dick was like - and on top of those guys who were 20 and up.

You get subjected to this numbers game and it's subtle; maybe you notice what's really going on, maybe you don't. I noticed it and I started trying to figure out why it was happening the way it was, like how I'd spent a couple of years working for an older man, cutting grass, helping to fix things around his home, etc., and one day I was on my knees sucking his cock, not just because he had finally gotten around to asking but because I wanted to. In talking with him a little while later, he confessed to being bisexual and that he had a "thing" for younger guys (but not too young). Our conversations really shed a light on this younger/older thing that I'd been aware of for a while... but more study was needed.[/SIZE][/FONT]

I am the 1st to admit that being with my wife for over 30 years we know each other like a rerun tv show. She as well as I would be pissed as hell if either of us would have thought of cheating. Time changes everything as we now share our bed often with others from both sexes.

I get so aroused knowing my wife still has what it takes to make a man want to fuck her. In our late 50s we still have our youthful bodies that enjoy all aspects of sex. Jealously never comes into play anymore, our like minded friends are as we are, just aging horned up people who enjoy the bi lifestyle.

We have 7 individuals who we play with on a regular basis, 4 men and 3 women. My buddies that bed her are very clean, safe and always pleases her as well as her friends please me often. Years ago since our kids moved out we designated a room for our play room. King size bed, all the toys, lube, and most importantly a separate shower. That is where we play, we have never taken anyone to our personal bed.

All that being said I love seeing her getting her cock fix, she loves oral as I do and is not shy about swallowing all of it. She absolutely loves our 3somes with my buddy. My ultimate favorite is 69ing her his cock buried deep in her as I lick her pussy and his balls as he thrusts his 8 inch cock into her honey hole and when he cums it drips onto my face which she helps me clean up. We have sex parties every couple of months which have to be carefully planned because we need to make sure our kids don’t unexpectedly show up. Yep all said we are having the greatest time of our lives.

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Monday morning came too soon for my tastes. I had gotten home and, per the agreement with my wife, told her about my evening with Phil and without leaving any detail unspoken. She laid next to me and I could tell she was very turned on by what I was telling her; for a moment, I didn't think I could even get it up after all Phil and I had done but after I started going down on her, my cock "rose from the dead" and we had one of the best nights of sex.

Later, as we lay there basking in the afterglow, my wife said, "If you're gonna come home and fuck me like that, maybe you should sleep with Phil more often!"

When I got to work, I kinda went out of my way to find Phil and, yeah, suggest that we should spend more time sleeping with each other. When I caught up with him, I was almost "heartbroken" when he acted as if we hadn't spent all that time with each other - but I got it - better to put on our professional faces. I suggested we go to lunch together off campus so I could make my proposal to him - and I was happier than I'd been in a while when he not only accepted but was thinking the same thing himself.

He even mentioned that his wife was very interested in meeting me and if I could bring my wife, that would be cool; after a quick call to our respective wives, we made a date to go to Phil's house for dinner and to meet his wife; I didn't have to tell my wife what was gonna happen after dinner - she figured it out faster than I did.

And the four of us had one hell of a good time a couple of days later; I loved watching Phil eating and fucking my wife, loved watching the way she responded to him - and Phil's wife was no slouch when it came to sucking dick and being fucked. We met up a few times afterward and things were, in a word, "perfect..."

Until Phil got transferred to another location. The four of us last got together on a Friday and had spent the whole weekend doing a number on each other. Monday came and I didn't see him - I had too much shit to take care of and I figured I'd run into him the next day... but when I went by his office, it was empty and someone told me he had been transferred and it went into effect on Monday and he was expected to be in his new position today.

I felt... lost but happy for him. We tried to stay in touch but the distance and work load made it hard for us to do. I missed his "perfection" but I knew I'd never forget it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It had been a long time since I'd h had so much fun in bed with a guy and it wasn't long before our cocks started to harden again, begging to be sucked; we flipped a coin again because we both felt that a 69 was distracting us too much and this time, I won the toss - I got to suck him off first and, by god, I was going to get him to cum in my mouth and no matter how long it would take.

I lost myself in sucking his "perfect" dick; my whole world consisted of his cock in my mouth and hearing his moans, groans, and curses as he fucked gently into my mouth. I sucked on his balls and even lifted his legs a bit more so I could tongue his hole (tasted like soap) before going back to sucking him. I was so into it that I almost missed feeling his cock swell in my mouth; Phil grabbed the pillow next to his head and covered his face and mouth as he let loose a stream of curses - right along with a stream of cum. I was giddy; I felt drunk as I drank down his cum and felt his dick pumping strongly in my mouth. I wanted him to keep cumming in my mouth; I wanted him to stay hard so I could keep sucking on his "perfect" cock... but I knew that wasn't gonna happen and as I let his very limp cock slip from my lips, I was very happy - and very unhappy all at the same time.

It had also been a long time since I last felt that way after sucking a guy's dick.

Phil wasn't to be outdone; I flipped over in place onto my back and watched this "perfect" guy make my dick disappear into his mouth; I sighed and closed my eyes as he went to work on me; when I felt him lifting my legs up, I didn't give a fuck about my hips protesting as he ate my ass for quite some time before going back to suck me and the way he was going at it, he was determined to finish me.

And finish me he did; I went from being lost in all the sensations his mouth and tongue were giving me to having my release hit me out of nowhere and so fast and hard that I wanted to scream - and couldn't. Now my whole world consisted of my dick pumping strongly in his mouth and feeling him swallowing my spunk and his tongue playing lazily along my shaft until we both felt me getting soft.

He let me go... and the look on his face that said that he didn't really want to and, to be honest, I didn't want him to stop. But it was getting late and we both needed to get our shit together and head home and I don't know about him but as I headed for home, I was pissed that I hadn't thought about arranging to spend the night in that room with Phil, not that we would have gotten much sleep.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"The only thing that went "wrong" was that after twenty minutes of sucking each other, neither of us were close to cumming. He stopped and I stopped as well; we kinda stared at each other for a moment then said, at the same time, "Do you wanna fuck?"

That had us laughing but, yeah, fucking each other just made a lot of sense to me even though neither of us had even mentioned fucking. We actually flipped a coin to see who would get boned first and I lost the toss and, really, I'd never been so happy to lose a coin toss before.

"There's no lube," Phil said.

"No problem - go in the bathroom and get that bar of soap," I said after finding there was no lotion present - back in my youth, if we didn't use spit or Vaseline to grease the way, getting dicks and asses really soapy always worked.

Phil came back with the soap and worked up a good lather on both of us; I laid down on my stomach and lifted my ass in preparation to feeling him go in me. I felt the bed move, felt his body hovering over mine and the next thing I knew, he was lying on top of me; it happened so quickly that I actually reached back to feel where his dick was - and it was in me already!

Perfection - I didn't feel a thing when he plunged into me and I said, "Fuck me, please..."

Even the way he fucked me was perfect; not too slowly or quickly. He wasn't exactly gently but he wasn't trying to pound me through the mattress, either. I was in heaven because he didn't cum quickly... but it didn't take him a god-awful long time doing it and I heard myself moaning to feel his cock pumping inside me.

"Damn... it was like my cock was made to fit in your ass," he said to me after he pulled out. I felt wonderful but I also felt a little unhappy that he was, for the moment, finished fucking me - and I hadn't felt like that in years.

"Yeah, I loved the way you felt inside me," I agreed. "You ready?"

"Hell, yeah," Phil said. I took the soap and went to get it good and wet so I could soap us both up and when I was done, Phil turned over onto his back and opened his legs nice and wide, making me feel a little envious that he could do that... because I never really could. Still, I got into position and we both looked down as I eased my cock into him. I thought, "Wow... his hole feels really good!" and Phil said aloud, "You fit inside me better than anyone!"

I fucked him just like he had fucked me; not to fast or hard but not that slow and gentle; it felt so good being inside him that I had to cum and told him I wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer.

"Just let it go," he said - even the huskiness of his voice was "perfect" to me as I gave in to the feelings and filled his hole with cum as he clung to me.

"That was amazing," he said after I pulled out.

"It was and so are you," I said then did something I rarely did - I leaned over and kissed him. I could taste my cock on his lips and I was sure he could taste his on mine and It had been many a year since I last kissed a guy and liked it as much as I liked kissing Phil.

"We should get cleaned up before we go any further," he said when I broke the kiss - I had been thinking the exact same thing. We stumbled to the bathroom, found another bar of soap and spent some time cleaning each other up before falling back into bed to do some more kissing.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Every so often, I'd run into a guy who I not only immediately liked mere minutes after talking to him, but I'd be more than willing to go to bed with him if he was agreeable.

I met "Phil" at a very boring office party and while I knew he worked with us, the department was big enough that I rarely interacted with him although I'd often see him as h went about his job. However, at the party, we wound up at the bar and talking first about how boring the party was, then talking about other things and I was more than impressed with him and quite comfortable so when he suggested that we ditch the party, I was all for it and hoping he wanted to bail because he wanted to do something other than talk.

On the surface, he was just a fairly average guy but I liked the way his mind work as we left the party and I asked him where he wanted to go.

"Well, I don't live far from here so I thought we could go to my place and, um, get to know each other better - but let me call home first and see if my wife is there," he said.

My dick was already stirring in my pants; there was something about this guy that was screaming at me that going to bed with him would be amazing... but he ended his call and said that his wife was at home - would I be interested in splitting the cost of a motel room with him?

"Let's go," I said, grabbing my keys and trying not to run to my car. I followed him to a not-so-nearby motel and found myself waiting impatiently as he went in to get a room. During the trip to the motel, he had called me and said how very much he wanted to suck my cock and, if I was good with it, to suck his - and Phil was speaking my language big time.

Once in the room, we wasted little time getting undressed and to my eyes, he was "perfect;" he wasn't twink-skinny but he wasn't what I'd call overweight... and his cock, which was already hard, was the perfect size to suck on and into the bed we went and got right to the matter at hand. The moment my mouth closed around his cock and I took him deep, yeah, he was the perfect length and thickness to make blowing him almost effortless on my part. I wanted to eat him alive... but I also wanted to take all night getting him to cum. He even tasted "perfect," not too salty for my tastes.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[QUOTE=woodworker70;328350]yes I love it the feel of a man inside me and when he starts pulsating inside of me[/QUOTE]

the man was a retired school teacher i met on cl 7 years ago met him at a walmart parking lot and talked to see if i was willing to let him have his way with me anyway he wanted after we talked and i said yes we went to his house where i then dropped my pants and bent over a bench and he took a leather paddle to my ass after he got my ass cheecks red he put me on my knees to hands tied behind my back and face fucked me with a 7 inch thick cock first time i ever have been done like that then he turned his ass to my face so i could rim him then he had me lay across a bed and he whipped my ass with a leather belt with a red ass with welts he said you ready for a good fucking he then put it to me for a good while then when he pulled out could feel the cum running out my ass he said get cleaned up and we will go out to eat and after dinner i went home decided that was 1 i could check off my list