Mwm Bisexual Musings

"Dave's coming in, it's our cue to start," The Yogi said. The 13 women and I were sitting on our mats waiting, knowing the Saturday morning ritual of Dave traveling 30 miles to join us. The Yogi is my wife, Mel, and Dave said "Hi" to me and set his things out allowing us to start right on time.

He was just in his usual shorts and t-shirt and of course none of us wore socks. My light outfit of hoodie and sweat combo was regular as well. I couldn't pull off his attire, my fitness once that had to hide behind longer sleeves and leg covering.

Generally, a gentle flow, Mel cranked it up and by the end we were all sweating, breathing hard, and when Mel said, "I thought I'd get your blood flowing a little more this morning," I added a "Tell me about it" garnering laughter from the group.

There were three younger, nice-looking ladies, five more in their 40s-50s, and five others more than 60.

I went to most flows with my wife when she was training and tried to make it to most that she held. It was good for my body and the truth was I enjoyed watching the women in various poses around me.

"Donnie, have you got to go out golfing yet?" Dave said, it was early Spring and the temperature for the day was turning. We had talked golf over the year and a half I'd seen him at the studio on Saturday mornings when my wife was teaching.

"Not yet, but was thinking about it today," I said truthfully. We had bantered about golf, college sports and high school sports often after yoga. "But my son cancelled on me, I'll go and probably just eat his green fee."

"Ask for a rain check, I'm sure they'll do that." Dave said. "What course you going to?"

"Indian Hills...I mean Racerback," I said, citing its new, politically correct, name.

"I'll join you if you don't mind, I need to get out."

"Sounds like you two have a date," Mel said coming over, hearing our conversation.

She always did that, often commenting on how well we hit things off afterwards chatting Iowa basketball or talking about his kids.

He was divorced with two sons in middle school, so I put him in his late 40s or early 50s. He was an ophthalmologist, in good shape, though not much more flexible that I was having just turned 60. His body was toned, a little balding though he kept his hair shaved close to his head.

"You boys go have your game. Lisa (the owner of the studio) just texted and we're meeting there early this afternoon and I've got to cover for Kathy tonight," Mel said, leaving us both with a smile.

"Great, meet you there I'll swing by home and change," he said, and was off.

I did the same, having time to walk the dog and shower, and approaching the clubhouse, I saw Dave putting having gotten there ahead of me.

For a beautiful Spring Day, I was surprised they didn't put another twosome with us. Soon we were warmed up and on the first tee box.

We both had golf-wear on, polo and shorts. His athleticism showed, thick calves and thighs, which I'd seen at yoga; he just looked different in dressier clothes.

"Looking good, Donnie!" He said in my direction, wearing a classic visor with a ball marker.

I could see Mel flirting with him if we were on a golf date. I knew he was divorced and wondered who he was dating.

He had to be attached already, he had said previously it was two years since they separated.

I went in, paid my green fees and got a six pack of Mic Ultra, figuring he was in shape and the beer would not have a detrimental effect for those of us who worked out.

"Oh, no thanks," Dave said when I offered him a beer. "We're heading out later."

"Date?"

"Yeah."

I knew it!

We were roughly evenly matched. Having spoken with him previously I thought I might be a little better, but his age gave him more distance on everything.

We put $1 a hole on the match.

"Where did your wife and you meet?"

I told him of the night I was bartending; she came in with the girl I was interested in, but was relentless in giving me shit!

"I asked her out and the rest is history.

"What happened to the girl you wanted to go out with?

"Married one of the guys doing their concrete work."

"Any regrets?"

We both teed off and it gave me time to consider his question. I stroked a drive down the middle, already one-up after five holes.

"Thinking about it, 30+ years later, I can admit yes I do." I looked at him while driving the cart to his golf ball. "I don't regret the two kids, being retirement age, our families."

"What do you regret?"

"Not asking the other one out, I had my chances and stayed friends instead."

We finished out the hole and talked sports, his kids, and then I asked him about his divorce and his ex.

"We were not sexually compatible," Dave said, stroking a fairway shot into the green.

Interesting...

We were tied heading to the green on the twelfth hole.

His phone buzzed and he read a text and looked disgusted.

"You okay?"

"I'll take a beer now," he said in reply. I handed him one which he cracked and downed. "I need to catch up"

"You don't, but..."

He put his hand out, imploring a second beer, handing it to him reluctantly.

"How's your sex life at 60?" Dave said, opening and pulling hard on his second beer.

I pitched close to the hole

"Your short game rules," Dave said, then asked the question in another form. "I mean how's your libido?"

"Libido's fine, we're just...well...busy."

"Ah..."

"Not 'Ahh'..." I protested, knowing that meant we were falling off and I didn't want to admit it. "We need to make it a priority."

He grinned knowingly at me, shrugged and downed a 25 ft birdie.

"Yessss!!! You thought you were getting a stroke on me."

I stepped up to my birdie putt and pulled it left.

"Ha!!!"

"Fuck!!!"

I was pissed that I had missed the putt and a little miffed I'd shared something about myself with Dave, so driving to the next tee box, so I asked...

"Did your date cancel?"

"Yeah," he said abruptly, giving me a side eye and downing beer number two. He reached back for a third. "We're out, but there is a beer girl waiting in the tee box. "I'm buying"

Dave hopped out before I had stopped. The young woman was clearly chosen for her obvious features, a big, but nice, arse, breasts to match, long blonde hair and a perky attitude with a deep, raspy voice.

"You tip her," Dave said, getting another six pack.

I pulled out a 20 and got a smile and turn from "Becky" that I had hoped for. She turned back catching me leering at her arse and smiled again.

"You'd bust that, wouldn't you?" The beats catching up with Dave.

"I'm so old she'd...."

"If given the opportunity, behind those trees over there, you'd fuck the beer chick."

"In a heartbeat," my quick affirmation explaining a lot of things to Dave without saying them out loud.

Oddly I had never had the opportunity to cheat - the desire was there, but never the opportunity. I believed I would have if I could have gotten away with it, and it happened in the flow of life.

"It's a shame if your wife isn't, um, interested. I mean she's a looker."

I nodded, and he teed off.

I followed, then watched him down another beer, wondering if his comment about my wife meant anything, or was it just how the comment landed?

"You okay?" I asked, giving him multiple options to go; watching him go from equal to a beer ahead of me in one hole.

"You may have to drive me home," he said, and looked up at me, holding our eye contact. "It's the third date in a row...."

"Cancelled?"

He nodded Yes.

"I can drive you home."

"Thanks..."

We were on the sixteenth, before his next beer was gone, so I slowed down since I was driving. He was one up going into the last hole, and before he teed off, I offered him a proposition.

"Winner gets $10 instead of nothing, or the $1 or two I would owe you."

"Deal!"

"If we tie, we'll head to the practice green to settle it."

It was a par five, dogleg left. We were both near the green, but I was there in two shots, he was there in three.

I pitched up, the ball bouncing three times, moving fast.

"Hot one!" He said reckoning it was going to go a distance past the hole.

CLANK! PLOP! The ball hit the pin and dropped into the hole.

"Ha!" I said, containing myself.

"Shit! Lucky SOB!"

He shanked the next shot and that was it, I'd won $10.

We dropped off the cart and found a spot on the patio, ordered lunch and talked golf, families, more Iowa football, then I asked more about his "date".

"When did you two meet?" I said, pointing at the phone he was checking.

"Just answering my youngest son on what we're doing next weekend; my oldest couldn't care less."

"That's what sucks about the cancellation, you have to wait two weeks for...."

"Exactly. Um, we met a year before the separation."

"I see," I said, his eyes again holding mine. I pictured a hot, younger secretary, one that wore hot tops with low cleavage and tight pants for him.

"I'm not proud I cheated, but glad I did," he paused, thinking about something. "It confirmed, well I discovered my wife and I weren't a match sexually."

I talked about all our friends getting divorced after kids, then about the ones who didn't get divorced.

"It's funny, all our friends who golf are still together," I said. "They all keep it spicy is the secret."

"Oh..." he said, with a raised eyebrow envisioning us swapping.

"Not like that, Jesus H,"

"Right..."

"No, they...or the guys that is, we talk."

"For example?"

"The chip in," I remembered our groups game. "Mel owes me a hummer, it's a group thing and after we chip in, we report back the next time we golf."

"Nice...I like that."

"And we don't forget and ask for details, where? Who was home?"

"Do you try to one up each other?"

"One guy shows off in the group, the rest of us it's generally in bed."

"Hmmm...Didn't think you had it in you...nice."

"What, the libido comment," I was about to protest, but then got real. "You're right, I haven't had a hummer in over five years."

There was a pause, and he handed me a beer with the expression like, 'you could use this.'

"Your friends in your old town, they have mixed it up with each other?"

I opened my beer and took a long drink.

"In their younger years before we moved there, I'm not sure with each other, but for sure some of them. There were enough comments that they were pretty wild."

"Did they ever approach you or Mel, separately, together? I mean she's kicking it now, I can't imagine what she looked like then."

I pulled my phone out and there's a picture of both of us at a winery, it's easily our best photo from about 13 years ago.

I handed it to him.

"At a youth basketball game, I had three friends offer up their 'services', in no uncertain terms."

"And..."

"I laughed it off." I said, then added, "We also stayed in one of those water parks with three other couples and one said, while drinking a lot, 'Yeah, we drink until we pass out, and we don't care who it's with.'"

"Not subtle."

"No, but we brushed it off and nothing happened."

"You knew Mel wasn't into it..."

"Pretty much," I said, waiting for the follow up about my opinion, but it didn't come.

"Hey, we can take these last two on the road, you have to get back and I..."

"I've got time, but if you say so."

Dave got up, got his clubs and waited for me, loading up in the car.

"I'll Uber out here tomorrow," Dave said, shaking my hand, I do appreciate the ride and the ear.

"It's good to have someone that can talk openly about things."

We got going and he talked a little more about being disappointed and how they never wanted it to be like this and that HE felt responsible only having every other weekend.

Dave answered another text from his youngest and my GPS led me into his lane, a good 1/4 of gravel to a house on the hill.

"Very nice house," I said, noticing Dave was fidgety, waited for me to stop talking.

"Out away from everyone else."

I stopped, he was silent for a moment, then said very firmly.

"You deserve that hummer for your chip in," He looked down into my lap. "Can I give you that hummer."

His eyes came back up to mine, my heart stopped for a moment, then rolled into a heartbeat. I'd never had a man suck my cock, though I'd wondered, chatted and even written about it happening.

"Here?"

"Is that a 'Yes'?"

I paused again.

"It is a Yes"

I'd often wondered about being with a man, had been dared to put my mouth around a friend's cock and did in college, but nothing from there. I knew Mel and I were not sexually compatible, our kids out of the house and our sex life didn't improve. I was doing this.

"We can go inside."

Now my butterflies really got going. He knew I had three more hours; he knew where I'd be today; he knew he wanted this.

"Let's do that." I said, opening the door to my car, the alcohol having an effect, but in the moment, I felt my cock grow. Dave looked at me across the hood.

"Last chance to back out," he said with a smile, confident in my response, standing at the door holding it open. It was a literal portal to something brand new, a lifestyle I'd participated in only in my mind, with my own hand.

Like the question about the beer girl, I'd do it if I had the opportunity.

I moved towards him, Dave's hand went to the small my back, a comforting touch, and said, "We'll have a shot first".

His home was a new ranch with a basement; in through a mudroom laundry we spun out of his kitchen to stairs that led down. I rushed down the staircase and what I saw could only be described as an older, more accomplished, man's 'bachelor meets man cave'.

He moved behind the bar, pulled out two shot glasses, and poured us both a Crown Royal. I appreciated his directness, not asking what I wanted, this dance was his to lead and I picked it up, mimicking him holding it in the air.

"To chip ins!"

"Chip ins!"

We both downed it, my cock stirring, my stomach dancing. What move was he going to do next? We weren't out in the car, or back in a parking lot, my wife was occupied, his kids were elsewhere and his date cancelled.

He moved from behind the bar, I looked up at him now noticing he was a couple inches taller than my 6'2" frame, my breathing quickening as he got closer.

"I love giving to a man who's standing," Dave said, close to me. I could smell the day of golf on his body and the alcohol on his breath.

Do I want him to kiss me?

Lowering to his knees his hands found my shorts. I gasped and leant my head and shoulders back; the shorts slid to my ankles. Pulling at my briefs, my cock screaming hard, it released and he dropped my underwear, hands now pressing onto both sides of my flesh.

"Ohh, David..." Not sure if he liked that, but it was who he was to me on the floor. He wasn't Dave from golf or yoga. He was David about to suck my cock.

He looked up.

"Take off your polo, I'd love to see you 100% naked."

I scrambled and pulled it off awkwardly. I saw his smile once all the fabric was clear and I dropped it. His right hand gripped my cock, his large hand circling it nicely. With warmth in his eyes he turned to face me.

"Am I your first?"

"Yes," I said, nodding.

Pursing his lips together, he pressed them to the head, letting it rest there, then moving slightly to the left and to the right.

"Ohhhh"

David's lips parted, my head passed over them to his tongue, the wet softness, the care he took, gentle and slow. He was there on my cock, wanting to please me, wanting me to enjoy this more than anything.

"Davihhhddd..."

His right hand was under my shaft, fingers curling under my balls, the left stretching up my body, feeling my dad bod, fingers pressing into my flesh. His arms long, his fingertips moving to my nipple, rolling and pinching.

"Ohhh..."

He released me for a moment, looking up, his other hand moving to my other nipple, his head pressed into my waistline, just breathing on my cock sticking straight out. He looked up, hands on my chest, playing with the hard bits of flesh.

"May I get naked?"

"Yess...Yes!"

He stood up and took a step back.

He was slender, his body 10 years younger and he looked lean compared to me. His shirt hit the floor, showing he was slightly hairy, as he stood for a moment, locking eyes, reaching lower, unbuttoning and dropping his shorts.

The bulge was evident.

I looked down, fingers ran over his waistband and peeled it down.

"Oh."

It was long and lean, around eight inches, I estimated.

David smiled, moved to me, his arms opened and he wrapped me with them in a hug that pressed his cock against my stomach.

Do I want him to kiss me?

He bent his knees, the long shaft sliding below mine as they pressed together.

"Davihhddd..."

It trailed down my thigh before his face lined up with my cock again, this time he pushed onto it hard. It stopped 1/2 way into his mouth and he moved his hand to the base, gobbling me up, the other hand slipped past my balls to my taint and tiny hole.

Do I want him to fuck me?

"Ahh."

The pressure of his first finger found entry to my tiny hole, his mouth pressed forward and back, he spit on my cock taking it out, his hand rubbing the saliva mixed with my pre-cum, an inch inside me, the palm pressing my balls flat.

"Jesusss..."

The intensity picked up, and my hands moved to his head when he pressed forward. This time he got deeper on my cock, my six inches starting to disappear down his throat.

"OHhh...."

He can do whatever he wants...

The finger was now buried deep in my arse, pulling and stretching until two were in there.

"Davihhdd..."

"Gfmmt"

He strained and got all my cock into his throat, I could feel my orgasm building, I was ready to fill his stomach.

"Ohh...No..wait!!"

His mouth pulled off my cock, his hand and fingers off and out of my balls and hole. Rising like he read my mind, his face moved to mine and he pressed his lips to mine, our cocks sliding against each other again.

"Mmmmm, I want to take you to a place, Donnie."

"Take me, David."

He smiled, kissed me again, this time his tongue parting my lips, his cock pressing up and over my balls, then beside them, back and pushing against them again.

"Oh, I could cum just rubbing your cock with mine."

"Yes..."

"No...I want you."

"Yes, David."

His hands led me towards the sectional, large and long. He lowered me down onto it, my arse hit the top as it went, and he scrambled for a pillow, to place under my arse. He opened a drawer, to retrieve a bottle of lubrication, and leant forward. We were kissing, my hands on his head, one of his supported his body. David moved his hips between my legs, his long cock dangling.

He knelt, then rose up, applying the lubrication to his hand, rubbing his cock, reaching down. It was cool against my hole as I leaned forward, seeing a new world opening up, a new want, a new desire, 'Obsession!'.

"Ohhh."

The head of his cock pressed against my hole, then he leaned forward, lips above mine, hands on each side of my shoulders, pushing forward.

Lowering his mouth to mine, the pressure increased, his skinny cock slipping inside.

"OMmhmft!" I breathed into his mouth. "OHH!"

Pushing slowly forward, not knowing that I'd played with different phallic items, my hole was easier to enter than he expected, he filled me nicely, sliding forward over halfway in.

"MMMMmmmm."

"You're so tight," David said, pulling back and thrusting forward 3/4 the way inside my arse.

"AHHH!!"

I felt my prostate pulse, as he pulled back and filled me with all his cock.

"OHHH!"

"Hold on..."

"OHH! AH! OHH! OH! DAVID! OH!"

Rocking backward and forward, with the long flesh sliding in and out of me, pushing and thrusting, pulling and grinding, he began to fuck me.