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By *ockforplay66 OP Man
over a year ago
Southampton/isle of wight/ everywhere |
I was starting to get lonely. Mildred and I had been married for over 60 years, and it was a year since she passed on. Not only had we been lifelong companions, we were active lovers, right up until a few months before she died.
She was 82 when she passed, and I am 86. Growing up in the 1930 and 1940s most people think that we were typical, British, middle-of-the-row types, and because we both married young, everyone assumed that we had only ever had sex with each other.
This however, was furthest from the truth. Mildred, my wife, was a stunning blonde when we met. She was just 17, slim, but with nice sized breasts. I was just 20, and had courted a few girls, although never had sex with any of them, as sex outside marriage was not the done thing in those days.
Mildred however, wanted sex right from the first date. She had never had it before, but at the end of our first date, she kissed me deeply, and took my cock out. I fucked her in the park behind the cinema that night.
Over the 60 years we were together, we both enjoyed a very varied, albeit secret sex life. In the 1960s, we were front of the queue for swinging, and I loved watching Mildred being fucked by several men at a time, just as I would fuck groups of women. It was later in the 60’s that she discovered she liked women too. Although I had also had desires to play with men, as it was all still illegal, I had to curb my appetites.
When the 1990’s came along, despite my now advancing years, I was able to enjoy my first bisexual encounter with a man. Not only did I enjoy it, I found Mildred loved watching it too !
Anyway, after she passed, I couldn’t cope with the house we had lived in all our married lives, we had never had children, and so I sold up, and moved in to a Macarthy and Stone residential community. It is nice, although most of the other old dears here are just waiting for god! I still feel fit and healthy, and although things ache, I can still walk to town without help. I have a little 1 bedroom place, on the first floor, and managed to get a double bed in there, instead of the usual single that these places have.
I have only been here a few months, and already figured out that there is no potential sexual partners here. One of the cleaning staff is a bit of a dirty slut as I have found out, but as she is only just out of her teens, she isn’t likely to play with my old todger!
So, I thought the only way I am going to get any kind of sexual relief, other than wanking twice a day, was to see what was on the swinging sites. Mildred and I had always enjoyed these sites, ever since they started in the late 1990s.
Obviously though, as we had advanced in years, our likelihood of finding interested matches got smaller and smaller. The last swinging session we had was about 6 months before Mildred passed, with a “younger” man only in his 60s! Even though he was 20 years younger than her, he didn’t have the same stamina that she did !
After only a few weeks, I had received a few emails from interested people. Most of them, I have to say, were older people, in their 60’s at least. Personally, I wanted someone a little younger; Perhaps in their 40s or 50s. Was that a little pervy of me? Probably ! but I didn’t care. I know that at my age I wasn’t going to be around for much longer, so whats wrong with making the most of it !
The couple that took my eye above all others, were on a site as “Lord and Lady” and seemed like the perfect people for me. Right age, physical description seemed perfect. I nervously sent a few messages and was so excited that they seemed as interested in me as I was in them.
We arranged for them to come to the residential home on a Sunday afternoon, and meet in the communal lounge, to see if we get on. The day arrived, and whilst I was sitting in the armchair of the lounge, watching all the other old dears pottering about, having their Sunday lunch, gumming their sponge pudding and talking about the war etc, I felt a remarkable dirty feeling, knowing what I was doing, who and why I was meeting someone, whilst surrounded with these old geriatrics.
Just after 3pm, I saw them walking in through the reception, exact match to their description. She was stunning, petite with a small chest (always like small boobs, even flat chested women) and he was tall and nicely built. They came over to where I was sitting, and introduced themselves before pulling up a chair each and sitting down with me. I looked around, and there must have been a dozen other couples pulling up chairs to sit and chat with their relatives; grannies, parents, cousins, siblings. And anyone looking at us would have thought the same, that the lovely polite old gent from room 101 was having his relatives visit. This thought alone was enough to make my manhood stir and strain inside my trousers.
Whilst everyone around us was sipping tea and chatting to their loved ones, Lady had pulled her chair a lot closer and was leaning in towards me as we spoke. I leant in too, and to a casual observer, they would have just thought I was having trouble hearing what she was saying. But I was hearing every delicious filthy word.
“How often did you and Mildred fuck others?” she asked.
“Oh at our peak, in the 70’s and 80’s, we would have whole weekends with men and women in our home, and during the week too. Mildred had a string of younger lovers, who would sometimes stay over while I was working.” I told her, slowly and deliberately pausing to entice her with the words.
“What was your favourite thing?” she enquired.
“Well, when we first started out, it was just watching her being pleasured by another man, whilst I was fucking another woman, but as time progressed, she loved threesomes; two men in her at once” I slowly and quietly told her.
I carried on, “She loved mounting another man, while I entered her bottom”
Lady looked a little surprised. I wasn’t sure if it was because the thought of an older woman being double penetrated was a shock, or that I was so open about it. Maybe a little of both.
She licked her lips and looked over to Lord, who was sporting an obvious bulge in his jeans.
I slowly stood up (not because I am old, but because I wanted to do it slowly to bring my bulge enticing close to Lady’s face!) and said loudly, “Would you like to come to my apartment for a cup of tea?”
A few of the other relatives in the room turned and smiled as if to say “ah what a nice old gentlemen, offering his guests tea” - oh if they only knew.
It only seemed to take a minute to get to my little apartment. I was aching to get Lord and Lady in there. As we walked along the corridor, she held my arm, as if steadying me like the old man I am, but was gently stroking the back of my hand, and occasionally whispering things like “I have been waiting for this for ages”
Within a second of the door being closed, Lady was on her knees in front of me, with her hands working on my trousers, opening the fly, and tugging on the belt to set me free. I am not sure what she was expecting to find, but the look of surprise on her face, when she found my 8 inches of uncut cock, hard and eager, told me that she wasn’t expecting that!
My smooth cock and large balls were eagerly waiting. She pulled my trousers and pants down, and helped me step out of them, there in the middle of my little lounge. I undid the buttons on my shirt, and pulled it off, so I was stood completely naked in front of her. Her mouth started towards my cock but at this point Lord moved across swiftly, and grabbed a handful of her hair on the back of her head, and said “Manners! He should get to see you first” and pulled her upwards.
She looked a little sorry, and winked at me. She pulled her summer dress off up over her head in one single move, exposing her little B-cup tits in a soft lacy bra, with matching knickers. Slowly, she unfastened the bra, letting it fall to the floor, showing her pink, pointed nipples, hard and aching.
Before she had the chance, I reached forward, and slipped my hands from her waist to her knickers, and very slowly pulled them down, to reveal a soft, smooth, perfect pussy, glistening already. The scent that drifted up from her sex told me how aroused she was. I also noticed a faint smell of cum, so assumed that Lord must have filled her up earlier in the day. Oh heaven
The scent reaching my nostrils was exquisite, and it just served to make my cock even harder. Lord released the grip he had of Ladys hair, and allowed her once more to sink to her knees, only this time there was no hesitation and she took the tip of my cock in to her eager mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the tip at first, then without warning, went deep down on it, her nose touch my body, her chin touching my balls. I felt her throat open to accommodate me, and I was amazed that there wasn’t even the hint of gagging – she knew how to take cock!
For couple of minutes, she worked her mouth round my shaft, pulling out a couple of times to take a breath, but also to swirl her tongue round my tip again. I grabbed hold of her head and forced myself deeper in to her throat, I wanted to see just how deep she could take it. I was both impressed and disappointed at the same time. She took every millimetre I could give, but my cock just wasn’t big enough to test the full extent of what she could manage.
I looked across and saw Lord had taken his cock out and was stroking slowly as he watch Lady being throat fucked by some old git. I smiled, he smiled back and nodded approvingly.
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