Tied Up

My name is Ellen, I'm currently 72 years young and have been married for 53 years to but one man, that of my husband Ben. He was in fact, the only man I had any romantic entanglement with, both of us virgins.

When we were newly weds he would try and convince me to let him tie me up. It was a constant want by him. Bondage to my way of thinking was scary but my husband had a fantasy of such and other things. I ignored it as a crazy thought, a want that I had no wish to participate in. I was 26 with us now married for 7 years when I had a change of heart, my thought being what harm would it be to satisfy his kink and so, I gave in. I told him that on his birthday the following week, I as a gift to him, would let him tie me up. He was so excited.

The sex we had leading up to that day was very erotic, very pleasurable, he trying so hard to make me happy. That day finally came and I undressed and laid nude on the bed as he proceeded to leash my ankles and wrists to the bedposts. It felt so stupid a thing and I was very nervous. Its a control and trust issue for me but it was Ben after all and I was fairly confidant it would be okay.

After he secured me down he then blindfolded me. Now this was never discussed and I protested fervently. I had no way of stopping things now but kept trusting in him and eventually calmed down. I laid there as he touched me lightly all over my body. I felt he was dragging a feather or something all over me. I became very turned on by it all. His fingers and the feather caressed around my pussy but did not enter. He kissed my pussy lips, licked them and around them but no tongue probing my vulva or my clit. A real tease. It went on forever with me begging him to eat me, to fuck me, to do something!

Suddenly I heard footsteps and realized we were not alone. I panic asking what's going on! Who was here?! As they spoke I recognized their voices. Friends of my husband's Tom, Ken, Brad and Jim. They spoke of how beautiful I looked, one saying how much he's always wanted to fuck me. They started touching me all over and I do mean all over. I begged them to stop. I begged Ben to release me. I suddenly felt someone's mouth on my vulva, his tonguing me beautifully well. It immediately gained my interest and settled me down. His fingers probing me in a way I had never felt before but now know he was working my G-Spot.

For certain two penises were touching, rubbing my face and across my closed mouth. I gave in and was now sucking the underside of someone's penis until he came. His hard on tapping my cheeks with each pulse of ejaculate. My attention was totally now on the lick monster, my pussy dancing to his tongue which suddenly rocketed me into a hard orgasm, a squirting orgasm, my first ever. They loved it. With that each took turns entering my pussy and my willing mouth. I had never felt so helpless yet so very, very turned on.

When it was over, my husband waited until they all left before removing the blindfold. I absolutely loved it. Ben would not confirm nor deny who I thought the participants were but I'm sure I knew. More so, I knew and was friends with each of their wives. Nothing by those men was ever mentioned.

I asked Ben why he had brought men into our love life to fuck me. He said and correctly so, that I had mentioned on more than one occasion about my fantasy of being gangbanged. That was true but a fantasy doesn't mean you really want it but it turned out I did and I loved it.

Following this wonderful evening Ben would arrange these parties usually two, three times per year recruiting different men and I'm sure several repeats. I never was allowed to see any of them. There was something very erotic about walking through town and not knowing who had been in our little fuck festivals. Ben said the prerequisite to all the participants was that they were married, thus ensuring that loose lips would be less likely. It was a good strategy. As far as I know, it never was or at least it never got back to me.

Our gangbangs went on for many years all but stopping once we moved to the coast. We now lived in a smaller town of under 40,000 and felt it too risky. When Ben had his prostate removed in his early sixties, our own personal sex life also came to an end. Oh sure he would go down on me from time to time and I had my toys but it was so lacking. Not something you fantasize about.

My sex drive had all but evaporated and I felt those days were over. I have always been told that I'm very attractive. All my life I have had eyes on me with lots of men hitting on me at 5'7" and never over 140 lbs. I was soon turning 70 and even though I keep myself in great shape I had to make do with compliments rather than male contact.

On my birthday morning while Ben and I were in bed having a tea and a talk. He said he had a surprise for my 70th and brought out the ties we used for bondage. I laughed saying, you still have these? I found it hilarious but there was he strapping my naked self by the wrists and ankles to the bedposts. "Really Ben!"

He put the blindfold over my eyes, I just giggled at the thought of it all. Memories of what once was flooded my mind and my pussy, very excited by the idea but who would be interested in a wrinkled old bag like me?

Ben got on his phone and all but 30 seconds later there was a ring at our door. This was obviously all prearranged. He left the room, I heard voices, voices I did not recognize coming closer as he lead them into our room. "Oh wow!" was said by a few. "She's beautiful!" They sounded very young perhaps in their twenties. One voice sounded older. Several kept repeating how beautiful I was as they touched me. Goosebumps covered ever inch of me and so did their hands, lips and tongues. I counted four different voices other than my husband's. I couldn't believe that anyone would want to have intercourse with a older woman. That a desire, particularly by younger men, could be had.

I laid there quietly moaning as I was taking in the touch. Someone was licking and nibbling the inside of my thighs working their way up to my love hole. His face was soon between my legs doing great work. Whoever he was, he made comment as to the smell of my pussy, how hairy it was and how much he loved it and wanted my scent left on his moustache.

And I believed him.

I sucked on every rock hard erection that made their way to my wanting lips. Obviously young erections. I anxiously took each one into my mouth and several to completion. So much cum to swallow, the pure volume of which gave away their younger years. My pussy was loving the attention, at my age it was as wet as it was when I was young. Each hunk enjoyed all of me as I did them. I had not had an orgasm in well over a year and here I was having multiple orgasms through being eaten out and penetration. I so loved it all and in Ben's tradition, he lead them out without me knowing or seeing who had had me.

We have now had five of these sessions in the last two years. I can't tell you how exciting it is to revisit what we had. Its even more exciting in a smaller town. I know for certain that everyday I leave the house, there's a real good chance that some men of all ages that cross my path, may have fucked me. I've seen several who have stared long and longingly at me that made me wonder. If the word is getting around, I haven't heard it. The ladies at the salon say nothing and they gossip on everything.

On day however, I took our car in for service. Our mechanic Steve, all of 28, actually took me aside, very handsome. I thought he was going to discuss something pertaining to the car. Instead he told me that he had attended one of our love fests and how attractive I looked and how much he loved eating my pussy. I was in shock. He went on letting me know just how much he thinks about and desires me and hopes to do it again and soon. He's married but said he carried the smell of my pussy on his mustache for the whole day. I was certain he was the first one who ate my cunt that morning of my birthday. My nipples were now rock hard with him revealing his desires. This was a first time for me, to have a man who participated in our fuck fests actually identifying himself and letting me know that he wanted more.

Much more!

My pussy was soaking wet, dripping in fact. I was certain that my wearing of a sundress and my absence of underwear would be betrayed as the moisture my pussy was producing could be seen dripping down my leg and for all I knew, on the sidewalk. I dared not look down and bring it to his attention. He was the first who ever exposed himself as one of the many that had fucked me. And he was beautiful. I wanted him bad.

He offered to book off work right then and there, get a room at a local hotel and have me meet him in his room. We did just that. He booked the room and called me. I showed up ten minutes later, nervous but my desire would not let me turn back now. I absolutely had to have his cock in me.

My God he did not disappoint. As soon as I entered he stood there fully nude and erect. His cock so thick, so perfect. You must remember, I had felt, sucked and fucked a lot of cocks but had never seen a cock in person of anyone but my husband Ben. He slid the shoulder straps of my dress down from my shoulders as it dropped to the floor. He removed my bra, my C cups tits exposed, nipples as hard as diamonds. Steve dropped to his knees and buried his face into my hairy love patch. His tongue was magic but my knees got weak so he picked me up and moved me to the bed. I loved that I was able to touch him, see him and his muscular body. To kiss all of him. I loved sucking his beautiful cock, licking his testicles and taint and I swear he loved it more than I. He pulled his thickness from my hand and entered it into my cunt. He fucked me like a porn star bringing me to wonderful orgasm. He kept pounding my pussy until he came growling like a wild animal. So much cum. So much young healthy seed filling my garden.

We laid there as if time was no concern. Wrapped in each other's arms, he started kissing me long and lovingly. My husband called but I didn't answer it. "I have to leave Steve." I could see the upset in his eyes. He said he didn't want this to be the last time together. I promised it him it would not be. We kissed, his hands caress turning me on again and keeping me there a little longer. He laid on his back and guided me over to straddle his face. "Your cum will run out of me" I said. He said nothing but his tongue said much. It said it all. He suckled on my clit, my body quaked, writhing until I came again. My juices with his cum running from my poon into his mouth and face. A true love cocktail.

I returned the favour and sucked on his magnificent love stick, my tongue rhythmically rubbing the underside of his cock. He held my head with his hands. "I'm cumming Ellen!" His cock pulsing in my mouth, I drove his mass to the back of my throat as his baby gravy shot into me.

Just at that point, his wife called. He too ignored the call but we quickly realized we were playing a dangerous game. Our other halves were wondering where we were. We got out of bed, showered together which was so lovely, dressed and left.

Steve and I get together often but not often enough. I have met his wife but of course my age gives her no concern, no suspicion at all. She and Ben are none the wiser.

Ben and I will still do our parties if that is what he wants. My desires though, are thoroughly met. Ben is the love of my life but that doesn't fill me the way I need to be filled.

Love life, love love and love my love life.

Cheers!