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Jan was a sexy, flirtatious,little redhead, with a nice body, 40, married 4 times with a child from each marriage and already a grandmother. A friend of hers told me that me that Jan had told her, referring to me, "I'm going to get me some of that."
At the time I was involved with Loretta (see previous post). Loretta was gone on vacation when Jan suggested going to lunch together. When we came back to work after lunch and were riding up in the elevator Jan suggested that we go out for a drink. I said, "Okay. This evening?" She said, "See you then," reached down and gave my cock a squeeze just before the doors opened on her floor.
That evening there was no question what we were both there for. I suggested going to the on campus room that Loretta and I used for love making but Jan wouldn't go there. We got in my old truck with a wide bench seat and she decided that was the place. We started kissing and soon her dress was up around her hips and her panties off. I went down on her as best I could in that cramped place, licking her sweet, red haired pussy as best I could. When I sat up, she unbuckled, unzipped and pulled my pants down, swung her leg over me and settled herself on my hard cock. She began fucking me and broke our kiss just long enough to say, "Don't you dare come until I do." I hung on while she rode my cock hard until she finally came and I was able to fill her pussy with cum. We went back in the bar for another drink before kissing good night and parting.
The very next day at work I found out that all her girlfriends knew what had taken place down to such details as the size of my cock. When Jan called And suggested lunch. I told her no thank you, that I would not have fucked and told and that I was through. So it was one and done.
i worried that Loretta would hear about it when she came back from vacation, but she and Jan ran in different circles so she never did and we went back to fucking on our lunch hours several times a week.

I have brown pubic hair, but now being older the grey hair is overwheling the brown, and it's not a pretty site as compared to having a brown beard being overwhelmed grey, or brown hair being overwhelmed with grey!

I know there's nothing abnormal with this issue, it's a part of life!!

Does anyone else have this problem, with grey overwhelming your natural color?

To remedy my situation, I completely shave every time I see the grey overwhelming the brown

As I mentioned in the last post, the early '70s in the workplace had a high degree of sexual tension. No one had even heard of political correctness or sexual harassment back then. There was a lot of teasing, groping, affairs and some of the women were more aggressive than the men.

i met Loretta under these circumstances at work. She was a little blond beach babe, cute as could be with a gorgeous shape. I used to teasingly call her Gidget. One day the two of us went into the supply room to get something. I closed the door and turned the light off. She gave a little "Oh" and turned and pushed herself full length against me. I bent and kissed her. Her mouth opened and her tongue responded. I ran my hands down her back, found the waste band of her pants, slid my hands in and cupped her sweet ass. Then I ran one hand around to the front and slipped a finger in her pussy. We couldn't stay there long so I told her we needed to continue this elsewhere and she agreed. A friend of mine had a room on the campus that he rarely used and I had a key. We used that room nearly every day for nearly 3 years. She loved sex, particularly being eaten which was something her husband wouldn't do and she returned the favor with blow jobs. She also loved my cock. She'd never had an uncut one before and loved to play with it, jacking the foreskin up and down. She called it her convertible. Watching it come fascinated her. She would sometimes just want me to jack off so she could watch the cum spurt out.

When we weren't actually fucking we had discussions about what we liked and what we'd done in the past. She told me she'd once been in a mff relationship and enjoyed and I admitted to her that I liked sucking cock. We knew one female and one male that we each thought we could make it with and develop into a 3 some or 4 some but we never managed that. I did make it with the guy, but that's another chapter.

I had applied for a job transfer and we continued our affair until that came through. I came back once and spent an evening with her, but she had a new boyfriend so it was just a visit, no sex.

Sue and I met at work. We became part of group that got together regularly for parties. She was engaged and I was going with some one. As it turned out, her fiance was gay and my girlfriend was lesbian. I knew her fiance well and if I'd had any idea he was gay this story might turn out entirely different.

Anyway, Sue and I became good friends and while I was in the Army for two years we corresponded constantly. After I got out we started dating and in about 10 months were engaged. We would make out like crazy, me fondling her tits and fingering her pussy while she stroked my hard cock. Once we got to the point of my cock being between her legs where just a slight movement would have let me slip in. But, we were both raised to not have sex until after the wedding and we stuck to that although neither of us were virgins. I had no idea, until our wedding night, that Sue' s mother had also taught her daughters that sex was an evil thing that women just had to tolerate in order to please their husbands. I found out when, just at the point of penetration, she pulled away and started to cry. We did, however, have sex the following morning and everything seemed okay. Our sex remained missionary and she would have nothing to do with oral, neither giving nor receiving.

We decided to have a child and her attitude changed. We couldn't fuck enough! That changed again as soon as she found out she was pregnant. Sex stopped and stayed stopped until after our son was several months old. Then we decided to have another and again she was hot to trot and again she went cold as soon as pregnancy was confirmed.

At the same time, early '70s, sexual revolution time, my workplace was a sexual hotbed and I began to take advantage. That will be taken up in later chapters. I guess that made me bolder and more aggressive and Sue began to come around. She started letting me go down on her and give her shuddering orgasms. She started sucking my cock, although to this day she has never let me cum in her mouth.

As time has gone on we settled into regular sex, then infrequent sex, then showering together where she would use the shower massage on her clit while I fingered her g-spot. After she got off she would jack me off. In the last few years her health has deteriorated and she has gained a lot of weight. She has real body consciousness issues and won't let me see her naked. Consequently we no longer shower together, but she tells me when she has had a good orgasm in the shower and I tell her when I've jacked off. So we have a good sexual relationship that way. I, of course, do not tell her when I have the opportunity to get with an FWB for a good suck session. She has no clue about my bi side.

We've known each other for 53 years and have been in this loving, but fucked up sexually, marriage for over 49 and we're going to stay this way until one of us dies.

I started this project of going into detail about the lovers I'd listed in the blog post "How Many He Asked." I got through #1, Jim and #2, Charlie, then got side tracked.
At age 21 I still had had only M2M sex, but was craving pussy. Lorna and I were coworkers who partied on weekends with a hard drinking bunch. She was 7 years older and had five kids. She had a nice figure, just a bit plump all over and was horny after being divorced for 10 months. As a party wound down, she and I were the only ones left other than the host who was cleaning up in the kitchen. We started making out on the couch and were at it pretty hot and heavy when the host told us to go so he could go to bed. Crap! Blue balls again.
The next party, a week later, was New Years Eve 1963. Lorna and I started kissing while dancing. I got hard, she could feel it and suggested we go to my place. My first time with a fully naked woman! I reveled in the sight and feel of her body. I kissed her all over and was just ready to kiss her pussy when she pulled me up onto her, grasped my throbbing cock and guided it into that wet pussy. OMG, I greeted 1964 no longer a virgin.
With her kids and our different work schedules it was hard to get time together, but we did and fucked like crazy when we could.
It soon became apparent that she was looking for a hubby and Papa to those kids and I was the target. Yikes! How do I get out of this gracefully? Uncle Sam solved the problem. I was drafted and when I came back in 2 years she had found a more age appropriate guy and was married.

Until fairly recently, I had no interest in playing with a man's cock or having mine played with. I have for many years, been very turned on by what is commonly called "tranny porn", sometimes far more than straight themed stuff. Now, like many guys who are like this, I asked myself "am I gay"? The standard reply I've read from "experts" mentioned on web sites is "no", that it is more like a kink or fetish. So I accepted that for a while but then I started to notice a growing interest in "gay" porn and while it is no where near as much of an interest as "tranny" or "straight" porn, it can be a turn on. Not all of it, some of it is a turn off, but still, there is enough that arouses me that I started to wonder. I've had some experiences with trans people/cross dressers in the past and it seemed that the femminine aspect of their appearance was important to me being turned on, and that otherwise, I wasn't interested in men. That has slowly changed to the point that I really do identify as bi as I can get off on a man, woman, or trans/cd, though it tends to cycle in terms of which interests me at any particular point. So I'm starting to wonder if the party line about "no" not gay is a bit of a myth. I can get off on "gay" sex so am i still not? Overall I think labels don't do us service as we can't truly be pigeon holed, but on the other hand, to maintain the argument that one can be turned on by someone who is trans (and pre-op so they have a cock) and still be "straight". in the end it doesn't really matter, but I do wonder what the benefit of maintaining this argument is. The one issue though that makes me think that there is some truth to it is that I don't have the emotional connection to men like I dootherwise. So really I go around in circles if I let myself. But as I said earlier, does it really matter?

Beard or no beard? Pussy is amazing, cock is pretty cool too. Some cock is...

[COLOR=#000000][FONT=wf_segoe-ui_normal][COLOR=#212121]I was reminded of a story, this morning, of something I heard about, a long time ago.

In September 1961, I was on a troop ship, coming back from 2 years in Germany, when I heard one of the strangest stories, ever.

On the 2nd day at sea, a soldier, who was in a bunk across the isle from me, got into an argument with a sailor and it turned into a fight.

The soldier blooded the sailor's nose, so they put him in the brig.

The sailor, who the soldier said started the fight, went Scott free.

After an investigation, however, the Navy determined the sailor was in the wrong, so they released the soldier. He'd spent 3 days in the brig by then.

The soldier told me that there was another guy in the brig; a Navy cook, who'd been assigned to cook exclusively for the officer's mess.

He told me the cook was a "strange character". At odd times, for no reason, the cook would break out in uncontrollable laughter...he would laugh until he had tears in his eyes!

The soldier asked the sailor, what was so funny, but the cook remarked that he'd never believe it.

Later, they got to talking and developed some rapport. So, the next time the cook began laughing, the soldier asked again, what he was incarcerated for?

Once again, the cook hesitated to reveal his crime!

This was the morning of the 3rd day, just before the soldier was to be released. He begged the cook, one more time, to say what he was going to be court marshaled for?

Finally, the cook relented and told him:

He said he'd grown sick of waiting hand and foot on the officers, because no matter what he did, he could not satisfy them.

They griped about the food, the coffee, how he was dressed, the lack of variety of food, etc, etc; they were so spoiled and, being on a troop ship, they had the easiest jobs in the Navy. (according to the cook)

The cook said he tried to get a transfer, to another ship, or another job on that ship, but a transfer was denied. So, for over a year, he'd been getting his revenge in the only way he could...by doing things to the officer's food!

To his credit, he didn't do anything, like use poison, or something that would make anyone sick. But in some ways, some might think it worse, for what he did do!

The soldier asked again, what he did?

The cook said that; once a week, he opened up a big canned ham and prepared it for the officers evening meal.

Canned ham has a kind of jelly all over it and it's very slick. He noticed that there was a cavity in some hams, where the bone was removed. It, too, was filled with that same slick jelly.

He began thinking that the hole reminded him of a wet pussy and the thought immediately got him hard!

So, he held the ham down on the butcher block and fucked it until he came inside the bone-hole! If he was particularly horny, he'd cum in it twice!

Then, he'd cook, then serve the ham to the Navy officers.

Mysteriously, those hams were one of the few things the officers rarely complained about! There were rarely any left-overs.

The cook kept that up, once a week, for months. Ham-day became his favorite meal to prepare, for more than one reason, as the reader might surmise!

Then, one day, he was having his way with a ham, when the executive officer walked in and caught him!

The Marine security immediately came and hauled the cook off to the brig, to await trial!

The sailor was laughing heartily, tears were in his eyes, as he finished his story!

The soldier said, "My God, man, they're going to hang your ass; aren't you scared?"

The cook replied, "Oh, I know I'm up the creek, but, when I think of how many hams those sons-a-bitches ate........before they caught me, I can't help but laugh my ass off!"

I know the story sounds far-fetched, but I really do think what the soldier told me the truth!

You couldn't make this stuff up, could you?





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