I will distinguish you a niggling about myself. I am 60 something year old and married. My wife has medical issues that make sex painful for her. So I have not had sex for over two years. If it were n't for Rosey and her sisters I would have a John Major case of dismal balls.

I am admittedly bisexual from boyhood. I had some experience with another male but goose egg I am going into item about here. I have never lost my excitement over watching male porn or reading bisexual narrative. My married woman has made it very clear that she does n't like my intimate illusion of having a male meeting again. But the need to be with another man is like an itchiness I ca n't reach. So I started chatting with people with wish urges and found our electronic menage away from habitation, here.

We had been texting for various weeks. The gentleman in doubtfulness and I had like setting. Hard-working mob men. expectant home with strong ties and inviolable sex drives as well as an open-minded opinion about who we had sex with we are both bisexual. We talked about everything. Various intimate partners, assorted places we had sex, and all the sundry topics that those topics encompass.

It was early on dusk when we finally decided to go all the way. I am on handicap due to a free fall end winter and Ray worked third shift for a local anaesthetic fellowship. So explaining to our wife that we would be gone for a day or two was not promising to be a simple task. But we put our promontory together and wove a narrative that made sense.

We met early on a Friday afternoon an hour away from our homes. We wanted to be sure no one would recognize either of us. It was probably more our paranoia than anything else but why take luck ? He had booked a minuscule motel room in a nonde*********** part of a neighboring Town. He texted me the entropy and with sweaty palms, I drove there as quickly as was rubber. Like a youthful boy with his dad 's playboy, I was excited and nervous.

I pulled behind the motel and walked to the designated elbow room. I wrapped on the tan door and waited. The threshold opened and a man my height with salt and pepper hairsbreadth offered me his hand. `` I 'm Ray. '' He did n't necessitate to introduce himself. We had exchanged delineation but I was glad he did nonetheless.

We sat in the way and drank a duo of insensate drunkenness. I needed to reconcile my nerves and I hoped Ray felt the Lapp. He lay on the bed and asked, `` are we going to get this show on the road ? '' His insouciant demeanor both excited me. I lay on the bed next to him and opened his pants. I moved his clothes down and fished out his flabby rooster. I looked at his prick before lifting it in my bridge player. Licking the tip then I laid it so I could pick my way down to his full pouch.

I rolled his clump around with my lips and tongue. By the time I got back to his cock head he was toilsome. I sucked his heading as deeply in my mouth as I could. Working my fist up and down the beam until his groan told me he was ready.

I dropped my apparel in a voltaic pile on the floor and laying on the bed. I pulled my stage up and back until my stifle were nearly to my thorax. Ray took lubricant and coated my cakehole inside and out. I was moaning the whole time as he probed me.

He ran his cock up and down my crack before working his putz into me. I groaned as he pushed deeper until his balls slapped my ass. He pulled back and rammed into me over and over as our excitement grew higher. His f number increased until we were both panting as he used my ass for his joy and mine. The readable succus leaking from my cock painted a shiny fleck in his pubic fuzz as he squished my hammer between us.

We groaned as we slammed together. I put my groundwork on the bed and raised up so he could get mysterious inside me. I felt my ass stretching as his putz got harder and prepare to occupy me with his fluids. He shoved in and suspend as his hammer exploded inside me. His hammering my prostate made me shoot all over my belly as his dick slowly shrank in my hole.

I dozed off for an hr or so. I lay with my eyes closed while Ray sucked and licked my balls and cock. I rolled on my face and slowly stroked him firmly before returning his blowjob with one of my own. I have found I can sustain off farseeing when I am concentrating on giving someone else pleasure. Ray 's tool is twice my distance but mine is thicker. So each cock has its merits. Who could have known two older married men were in the midriff blowing each other in a no-name motel on a quiet plump for street in mid-Michigan ?

Ray got on his hands and knees and I entered him from behind. I grabbed his hips and slowly worked my cock in and out until we were both moaning again. I felt Ray 's cauterize hand cupped my sack as I stepped up my step. I rammed him in wandering bursts as I neared release. Ray pushed back taking all my cock and squeezing his sphincter to increase the clash on my cock. I gave Ray all my juices as he came as well. Spraying his succus on the cheap motel comforter.

We showered together, jacking each early off one More clock time before dressing and going our single out ways.

I read somewhere that Greek writers were quoted as saying men had sex with cleaning lady for facts of life. And that men had sex with men for pure pleasure. You will get no argument from me. I enjoy my wife or did until she refused my progress. But constituent of me will always want another man inside me. So Ray and I had plans for another meeting .