"Babe, me and the guys are heading south this weekend," I told the wife.
"No worries. Have fun, pack plastic, and don't bring back anything you can't get rid of," she joked.
Sabrina, the wife of 22 years, gave me "hall passes" as a result of what I provided for our marriage. She also figured since her libido all but disappeared, and mine, at 61, was rising like cake batter, that I couldn't be denied.
"Play with whomever, but keep in mind you still have someone who loves you at home," she stated.
I grew horny over the years and she would turn down my advances, but we still loved each other and she was down to compromise. I'll never forget the first time she turned me down as it was 10 years into our marriage, and I was distraught as a result on that evening as I had a hard day at work and needed to decompress. This would be the beginning of a lot of "honey, not tonight," statements, and one day I put my foot down, and told her how I felt.
"You have needs that I can't tend to," she said later, and after five years of me being a "good boy," she opened the gate to allow me to fool around safely.
I was left playing catch up, but I'd learn yet Father Time played a role, too in my activities, but that my urges evolved to wanting men as well, and my curiosity of such led me to meeting Geoff, a former coworker of mine whom I hung with at a bar one evening, and got drunk enough with me to "take the cherry" of this fat, white man.
"You turned me out," I told him after, a true statement that my wife would never have a clue of.
"Some time away would do you some good," she told me after I advised of my weekend with Tommy and Clarence, two longtime friends of mine.
I sent the two of them my confirmation text to the two of them and Tommy, a guy I'd known for over 30 years, knew of a guy that I could tackle.
"Guy's name is Rambo, and he's trying to hang when we get down there," Tommy messaged.
Tommy, the "gateway" to many of my indiscretions, liked to dabble in cock, too, being in a sexless hetero marriage, but didn't have the same "free range." He'd tell Fran he was "going fishing," but never casted a reel, just his eyes and fingertips online to score extramarital partners.
"He and I were talking online, as he mentioned he was looking to get his cock sucked," Tommy added as he claimed the guy was too big for him. "Nine inches coming from Philly."
Tommy knew I liked them big, as I was a big guy and needed something that could penetrate deep at either end.
"Check out the dude's body," Tommy messaged as he sent me a series of photos.
Rambo, a 33-year-old tax lawyer, resembled a professional wrestler in body stature as he had the prettiest smile, and skin tone that mirrored a Dove-brand chocolate bar. I was elated, and when Friday, the beginning of our weekend came, I happily walked out to Tommy's Jeep in my driveway with him playing shotgun, while Clarence, was in the driver's seat.
"We promise not to hurt him too bad," Tommy yelled to Sabrina as she watched me enter the rear.
We drove off, and I blew a kiss to my lady as we darted to the highway.
"Clarence here will get up with us when he can," Tommy said, as our driver had other plans. "He's got a little lady friend he wants to hook up with, then he'll link back with us."
I didn't care as all I could think about was Rambo's sweet meat. Tommy handed me a flask containing whiskey, and the three of us rode with the top down, disco music blaring as we were three guys in our 60s hyped to get down to the Outer Banks. There was hardly any traffic, or cops, heading south as we made it from my house in Suffolk within an hour and a half, pulling into the driveway of the Nags Head property before the sun fell completely.
We unpacked the Jeep, and brought the items into the first floor of this gorgeous beach house rented by Tommy. Clarence made a phone call, and a cherry red Corvette pulled up shortly after with a young looking blonde inside, with him darting to the car, kissing the woman, and them riding off into the night.
"Calling Rambo to let him know we're here," Tommy told me as I was unpacking my things.
I was somewhat nervous as I hadn't faced another cock in almost six months. 20 mimutes elapsed between Tommy calling Rambo, and the gorgeous, black stud knocking on the front door.
"What's up gents," he said as he entered.
He and Tommy hugged, then Tommy introduced the both of us as I acknowledged the delight of meeting this specimen.
"Pleasure is all mine," Rambo said, as he firmly gripped my hand.
I wanted to melt as Rambo came in with the unmistakable Dolce and Gabbana fragrance, and he and I would sit in the living room while Tommy made us cocktails.
"So you're here from Philly," I asked.
