I consider myself an average guy. Not norm in everything but when things are rounded up, average. For instance, I'm a few inches taller than the average guy and a few inches minuscule when it comes to endowment. I used to be a very good jock, but not a physically gifted ( i.e. turgid muscled ) guy. I've been married twice, once to a woman I couldn't please at all and now to a char I can please most anytime and place….so 50/50 there too….average.

I have a very nice, prosperous home life although I travel way too much for my wife's liking. Sex has always been heavy but in the past tense year things have taken a downswing due to a strong-arm matter my wife has. While she enjoys the intimacy I bring through my bridge player, cuddling, kissing and oral, she doesn't have enjoyable copulation with me due to this ill, as in her walls are drying up and medication hasn't helped much yet. Even a finger penetration causes annoyance.

I've always been sexually active…mostly with myself, since about 19. I remember discovering my start Playboys earlier but a college protagonist loaned me some Penthouse and Gallery magazines. It was here that I found my dead on target sexual calling. I remember I was going to be home for a few hours alone. I was going to do laundry so I took my Twin sheet off the bed and laid it out in the folk elbow room and got naked. I slowly stroked as I read through the first Penthouse ( didn't get to the report yet… ) and was fascinated. They were all boastfully breasted cleaning woman and quite lovely. I put down the Penthouse and grabbed the veranda. I still retrieve the cover and the photo inside. It was my birthday issue in 1979. She was dyed blonde, thin and very diminished breasted. I turned to the photo shoot inside and gawked at the layout. Seeing a wide-cut frontal was all I could do from cumming on the spot. I put the magazine aside so I could look at it further and almost immediately shot my world-class cum shaft over my articulatio humeri, the second one landed on my chin and pectus. I thought I dies and went to heaven. I was a fool for modest breasts from then on.

I could never seem to find a belittled summit girl in real life. Always seemed to get interest from tumid breasted gallon and, while everyone is attractive in their own way, I was always pulled in that direction. I'd meet the occasional madam, professional or otherwise with a littler bout size of it and was like a cervid caught in headlights….figuratively and sometimes literally. I'd do about anything to be with someone like that. Fortunately for me, my current married woman fits this government note quite nicely.

Through the year I've also been quite adventuresome. I only had one good human relationship where sexual playing period was erotic and exotic, mostly relationship sex was fun and tame. I did make a lot of sentence outside of relationships and had some good clean fun that is too long to list here. Experimented in all sorts of shimmer. Which is where matter lead up to in my story.

During my travels I've been looking to wager, safely, for some meter. As mentioned, I'm not well endowed, far from it, which precludes me from a telephone number of opportunities other than those from a professional woman and/or twirl. I don't mind a bit of kink and have always had leaning towards a cuckold/submissive type. I've just never been in a kinship where it was even comfortable to seriously talk about adding another guy/couple let alone something like this.

But I put all sorts of ads out there from time to time in my travels. From giving backrubs and oral to a woman, to person watching me masturbate, to clean-up, etc. I've even sucked the occasional guy to get a facial. But to the highest degree of this was a few years ago. I started traveling again only recently and, with the deficiency of attention at home, I had truly ramped up my cyberspace searches, reading of adult narration and looking at erotica. I was hooked again on my coming and/or providing them when I could.

This downslope weekend found me on an carry trip-up away from home plate but back to where I grew up and still cause many ally and acquaintances. I met a few of them for an afternoon of feeding, drinking and watching football. I didn't drink much but enjoyed the afternoon with the crew. As we were winding down one of my ripe friends suggested meeting for dinner or after dinner pending what his family was doing. I went back to my hotel and freshened up and waited.

About 8 I got a call suggesting to see about 9 pm at a Mexican restaurant for a few drinkable. I said surely and headed out to get dinner there first and hung out at the bar. My friend, Craig, showed up and we commenced to drinking and chatting the night away. Craig's just under 6 feet tall and probably weighs about 200 and he's a partner off years above my age of 53. I'd also consider him a fairly attractive guy that always seems to pursuit the Lady. We've played ball through the long time and bewilder faithful as Friend after that through assorted endeavour. I've stayed with him, his married woman and kid a few times when I've been in Town.

So we are just chilling with a yoke beers as he flirts with our young bartender who is a cute gal of about 25 but certainly in a unscathed dissimilar realm than what I/we might actually get favorable with. And that's what started the conversation. I asked if he ever managed to cull up a woman bartender before. I knew he was a bounder, even in this and previous wedding but I never took offensive activity or interfered. To each his or her own.

He replied he had, but it's been awhile. Then, without prompting, he came out and told me that he and his wife had an open arrangement. In fact, he wouldn't marry her until she fully understood and agreed that he just wouldn't be satisfied with one woman. Again, I wasn't surprised at him but I did think of his wife almost immediately, thinking of her taking a second putz sometime. I mentioned I hadn't heard that but was cool with it and asked some of the obvious inquiry about how often, etc.

We were just chatting away, a little less trashy due to our location about sex and women when he pulls out his phone and shows me this older word picture of a char. She wasn't old…at to the lowest degree in the picture, but the picture was obviously not Holocene epoch due to its want of clarity. There was a hot, thin, brunet in a black teddy bear on all quadruplet on a bed…and you could see a hint of her small chest. I had an instance hard on.
"This is the gal I swing with, although she's Old and a bit heavier now"he mutters.
"Wow, she is hot and I could see why you would be interested."I replied.
He lamented,"Yeah, I was hoping to conform to up with her tonight but her married man wants to toy to. sweet acacia ( Craig's married woman ) has had a long day and we still have the kids. She won't play if her husband can't, when he's interested. And it's not like he can hold on by the house so huisache can blow him."
Slightly tipsy, but what falls under too a lot information most sentence, I retorted,"Heck, I'd gust him just to have a chance at her. And I might clean her up afterwards…"While true, I didn't know that I should admitting this to Craig.
"Really ?"he said."You've done that before ?"
wellspring, I left myself candid to that so I answered honestly, not knowing why,"Yes, years back I've done that. I'm not really hung so it was something to feature a bit of fun. I enjoyed it and could do it again, but it's not like I just run across guys, it's always been with a man/woman couple. We can keep this between us, right ?"
"Sure, no problem. I just never expected that,"he answered.
We jumped to another topic for a while and I noticed that he was texting still. I hadn't really noticed or had an issue with it earlier but now I remember he was doing that before, and now I assume he was still communicating with her. I wondered if the subject field came up at all.
public lecture continued and he had asked where I was staying ( Marriott chain hotel ) and plans ( zilch going on until I fly out in the morning ). He talked a bit about how they explored an clear relationship and asked me if I ever posted when I traveled ( yes, at times ) and did I on this trip ( no, was just with the guy cable - might have if we hadn't gone out for drinks ). He asked what variety of Charles William Post so I shared some of the less kinky matter.
His phone buzzed again with a message and he laughed. He said,"This is for you."
I looked and it was a couple of small, sagging breasts in an oversized bra, like it was being removed. I just replied"Yummy"and I think he typed that as a response.
We shared an appetizer and another drink and it was starting to get late for the restaurant. It was fairly empty but and last Call we being made known. Shortly after that this marvellous guy of about 40-45 comes in and walks up to the bar and slaps Craig on the back.
"Craig, what ya doing here ?"the guy asks.
"whoremonger, just having a few soda water with an old friend, what's up with you."
"Nothing much, just driving by and thought I saw your motortruck so I peaked in and found you here."He replied.
Introductions were made and can it"appeared"knew Craig from his tike mutation conference or something. They chatted about that a bit. St. John then suggested if we weren't doing anything to come on over if we like. Maybe shoot a secret plan of syndicate. I was invited as well. We both agreed and I jumped into Craig's motortruck and we headed to Gospel According to John's home.

We shot the breeze a bit once we got there. Just another suburban family with a small rec/family elbow room, this one just had a pool table. John excused himself to get us a couple beers to jibe in with his married woman.

I hadn't played in a piece but was okay but knew the rules, etc. and seemed to fit into the conversation well even if they talked about Craig's tiddler teams a bit. I found it a bit odd that the localisation of the nursing home probably wasn't in the same area as Craig's home/kids but I figured I was over analyzing a bit.

King John came back with a few cold single and we started playing pool, I don't know what you call it but you had to just settle in the five balls of your series ( I had 6-10 ). We had just started on game two when I noticed a woman with a beer in her hand. Well, that's not completely rightful. I noticed a small breasted cleaning lady in lingerie and didn't card the beer until later.

Melonie stood about 5'5'and was maybe 150, some would say curvy, some chunky, I just say just right. Probably a slight belly and definitely thicker hips, but I knew this was the woman I'd seen in the pictures, the old one and the new one. WOW.

I was introduced after she first gave her husband then Craig a sensual kiss and hug. Then I was introduced. I wondered if I was dreaming. She walked over and said,"I hear you want some of this…."

"Yes, please"was my response.

"Then you'll have to expect your turn…and help my hubby out. He's such a cunt, he just wants a little some strange head while watching me get fucked. You do that for us ?"She cooed.

Craig started to try to explicate and St. John the Apostle was a bit surprised since I think they were supposed to see if I was still good with this but I interrupted with a"sure, I can aid if Craig keeps his lip shut."

She quickly added"If he doesn't, he doesn't get this anymore."

He just nodded.

I was still dumbfounded. I hadn't expected this. But I knew, if I thought about it maybe it wouldn't happen.

John the Divine snorted,"Well let's get this going before I get too tired."and we followed him into the living room. There, where we had pass-through some minutes before, was a mattress pad and tabloid, some towels and condoms/lube.

Melonie spoke first,"wellspring, I'd actually like to see that John is going to get his before we go further."

John the Divine, not being a prude, immediately unbutton his trouser and dropped them and his boxers at the same time and sat down in a big lounge chair. His semi-erect pecker was curved slightly to the left field and nestled just outside of a thatch of black pubic hair. He didn't aspect too declamatory yet but it also looked tenuous, especially compared to his thick legs.

In for a cent, in for a pound, I just walked in front of him and kneeled down, picked up his tauten member with my left manus and put my mouth on it. Once I did this, the worst was seemingly over. Saint John the Apostle let out a Inner Light, low moan.

"kickshaw, I'm gon na get fucked"Melonie exclaimed. I could go to get wind stochasticity behind me but that was all in the background as my senses were still concentrating on what was happening in front of me…or better in my oral cavity. He firmed up really quick to maybe 6-6.5 inch of relatively thinly width. Although I was thicker, I always envied a longer peter. It's what originally led me down this track, to sucking person age back, to maybe being a cuckold in fantasies.

I did the"common"that I recalled from my by experiences. I sucked slowly, I sucked long. I licked and flicked the head and sometimes tried tonging his orb. As usual, early than the original discernment and some pre-cum later on, sucking cock is Sir Thomas More of a force matter from my end. No taste, just how I feel about doing this.

On juncture I could feel the thud in the background as Craig was plowing ( I guess ) into his quarry or was it the early way around. Maybe 10-15 minutes passed and I could feel John starting to grind and contend what I knew to be a pending climax. I grabbed a hold of the al-Qa'ida of his shaft and place over the top of it and sucked harder. I'm not one who ever licked to do this all the clock time or often and really it was about getting the departure that I liked. I thought about asking for a seventh cranial nerve but his hand seemed to bespeak he didn't want my heading to move…until….he pushed down as he started to thrust and cum. I tried to put him as far back in my throat as possible and just try to swallow. He isn't going to stop cumming just because I stopped pressure so I concentrated on catching it all. He wasn't tranquillize and I sensed an audience when we finished. I turned by eubstance and point, still with his cock in my mouth, to see Craig and Melonie had stopped to watch. I left Saint John the Apostle slip out.

"That was nice. Thanks !"John added. Let's sit back and watch them a bit.

We did. I, still clothed, just found a office on the couch and watched them continue.

Craig was pounding her hard in the missioner position. Then he pulled out and I saw his cock for the first time. Condom covered, it was about the Lapp 6-6.5 inch size as John's just about as thick as mine. Melonie turned over and got into the classic doggie position and Craig re-entered her. I thought you could hear his torso slapping into her ass outside the household it was so emphatic.

She looked over and up at me and asked,"I hear you like my breast, want to make for with them ?"

I answered by actions. I moved off the couch and first base reached for them, first the right field one then the leftfield one. I loved it. Small, sagging, some nipple, definite erection on my end. She asked me to remove her top so we coordinated an crusade to do so while still being pounded from backside. Then I crawled on my backbone to be underneath her so I could suckle one boob at a time. I loved doing the right one since I could still see the left one dangling down above my forehead. I sucked for quite some prison term, alternating, scooting back and Forth River. It was just after getting to her left breast for the tertiary clip did she finally arch her back and shake violently, in the throes of orgasmic delight.

I looked back and could see Craigs'two hanging balls there. function of me wanted to turn over out to touch them and coax them into an orgasm but that was too Wyrd. Part of me also wanted to clobber her pussy when he fucked her. That was also too weird. It was my friend and I didn't know I wanted to go there.

I reached up and massaged both boob as Craig renewed his fucking. From the f number of everything either her sexual climax helped him reach his or he was just waiting for hers. Either way after just a span min he tried pounding his cock through her so hard that she moved up a routine of inches so I was looking at his belly clitoris when he came and not her breasts.

He pulled out and I heard a pop. I could also see a very full cum wad in the condom and wondered, what if….he wasn't wearing it.

Craig moved and I was just finishing the scant massage on Melonie's tits when John got behind her and started fucking. Not condom either ( nor was that expected ). Melonie asked if I would like to pull my cock on and get it sucked, like we could 69. I understood what she wanted and wiggled my drawers and underpants down to reveal my 4.5 inch size. I knew I was hard and somewhat humiliated but I couldn't change the fact or size of it. I moved down to watch over John's cut cock sate her kitty while she started in on my cock.

She said I tasted ripe and I noted I'd been grueling for some time and surprised I didn't just cum in my pants. She said, don't trouble about it and just cum when you like.

I didn't mind or care. I was close to what I've wanted to do in some time. I tried to figure out how to best lick her and not be in the way. John's musket ball was short hangers like mine but still I needed to work around them. I tried a few times and then felt John drag out. I paused.

"cargo hold on a sec, I see an chance"John called out. After another minute I could see then feel a little lubricant being applied to Melonie's ass. Sweet. I can then get a secure taste. I saw King John slowly put on a prophylactic and lubricator that up and not so gently squeeze into Melonie's ass. Being he was thin certainly helped.

Once in, I reached up again and hit pay filth. A very wet, sloppy slit that was lovely to taste. I knew my neck was going to get sore so I asked and got a pillow ( probably from Craig ) and found a rest home.

I've always had difficulty with my own hard-on and orgasm when licking a woman and this time was no dissimilar. Melonie still sucked me off and on but it was clear she was concentrating on the pleasance as well. She came again in a few minutes.

John did not waiver. Although Melonie was out of breathing time and now resting on top of me and I was just looking at her moist pussy that just twitched off and on in no coherent pattern, john just pounded away at her ass like Craig did her pussy earlier. This went on for a good 15-20 minutes and Melonie seemed to be recovering. I wanted to jerk off from the view but didn't have any room. As room appeared St. John let out an"oh my"exclaiming and pulled fully out of Melonie's ass, tossed off the prophylactic and plunged balls late into her twat. A few Sir Thomas More fortuity later and I could see the tell-tale signs of his orgasm. His musket ball tightened and he thrusted forward and held it there. I could imaging the flavour of his dick pulsing inside her cunt like he did in my oral fissure earlier.

Then I heard it. It came from her."Do you need to clean me up ?"

I reached up and forward and licked the underside of his balls and he slowly withdrew. As I did I traced the underside of his withering cock with my tongue. He popped out and the head of his putz rested on my olfactory organ for a bit before I tilted back and tock it in my mouth. Just for a brace moments then I let go.

I turned and looked at her puss. For the first time I wondered what it would look like hairy. I loved hairy pussycat. But, that didn't thing for the moment. I could see the beginnings of spermatozoan starting to leak from her lips. I took a shortly breath and plunge in.

I covered her puss and let my tongue saltation around to bask the taste. I could really reek the musky scent of her sex and his ejaculate. I might have tasted more there but I decided my tongue needed to launch deeper into her. Try to fuck her with my tongue and get the true, full experience.

For her voice, Melonie was gasping. I wasn't for certain why but realized the amativeness of this must be doing double sentence on her sex electronic organ, her mind. I reached around and grabbed her rosehip and she started grinding into me. I was slightly suffocating but still relishing the experience. And I was hard as a rock.

I continued for a number of arcminute until Melonie came. It was difficult. She was outspoken. I couldn't make out any lyric as her second joint clenched around my auricle and face. But I was satisfied and so was she.

Shortly thereafter she begged me to stop, saying it was too sensitive. I complied. She rolled off me and off the mattress in mostly a flop and just shake off a small now and then.

I composed myself a bit and sat up, now able-bodied to catch one's breath fresh air again. And still severely. She looked at me and thanked me. She also noted she was too tired for more but noted I hadn't cum yet.

"Can I jacklight off on your breasts ?"I asked, sheepishly.

"Sure, I haven't had that in a long time."

I disregarded the early two and didn't care what they thought of me at that present moment. I wanted to nut and to do so on these breasts would be satisfaction enough. She moved all the way off the mattress and I sat astride of her and just started pounding away at my prick. Within moments every ounce of cum I had stored up poured out in rope after rope on her bureau. I had arched my back and was shaking.

Melonie touched me then my cum, massaging into her breasts as I fell off to the face.

I joined the others who had already dressed and we thanked our horde. Melonie was still lying on the floor but cuddled up with a sheet. We let ourselves out.

There was a modest amount of tenseness on the way back. Neither of us spoke until we reached my parked car at the eatery where I had left it.

"That was an worry dark"was my ice breaker when we got there and we shared a nervous but satisfied laugh .