I've mentioned this before, but Covid did a number on the wife's extramarital explorations. Same with me. Hard to believe it was only a couple years ago I was attempting to do something wild and (maybe) new every week.
Mel picked up a guy a few weeks ago. Pretty nice dude, early 50's, a bit extra around the middle, close-cut hair due to the loss of most of it, shining brown eyes behind tasteful, modern glasses.
He was emphatic about me joining and added that, while he'd never screwed around with a guy before, he wasn't against the thought.
Our first encounter was...it was OK. I went down on Mel for a bit while she went down on his attractive prick. He looked to be trimmed fastidiously. He's a hairy guy, so you need to be attentive down yonder. He was.
It was straight as an arrow, some six and a half and slender from my view. His pale skin continued down the length of it to where he flared out to a wide, pink head. The difference between his shaft and glans was enough to take note...like someone had mis-aligned his cock when his genetics were being mapped out.
When fucking started, Mel and I 69'd with me on the bottom while Josh went at her slow and easy. The first time he pressed in there was an almost audible 'pop' as she snapped back tight around his shaft.
He was slow. He'd already warned us that his stamina wasn't really there, but that he'd be fine with waiting around and going again.
So slowly I watched as he slid his glistening, thrumming shaft in and out of her. Never removing himself completely, but coming to just as the edge of his frenulum pulled some of her natural lube out and into my mouth.
As he'd push forward, his large sack would trail over my face and against my mouth and extended tongue. I'd take advantage, rolling my lips around his stubbled sack. He'd withdraw and my slobber would slide over my face again.
I didn't have any issues with hitting his shaft either. Not a flinch when my tongue would ride along the bottom.
Possibly five minutes of this went by when I noticed his sack begin to pull up a bit. His legs on either side of my head were shivering, "I...I'm gonna cum...in just...just a second." He gasped as he was now inside her fully and I slathered his balls, "Where do...where do you want...it?"
Mel pulled away from my cock, "Wherever you want it. Inside, outside, I don't care, just cum."
He went all the way inside and I could see his perineum pulse as he exhaled loudly. A second pulse and he began to pull away from her. A third and his 'scooping' action drew pearls of his semen out and into my mouth.
But he didn't stop pulling. His hand went to his shaft as he came completely out, followed by a sucking sound as his natural plunging action was removed. A huge roll of his thick, creamy jizz went into my mouth again, tasting clean, salty and full of effort.
His head was just at her slit with only millimeters of gap as he shot another two loads, both of which rolled between my lips. Following these he tugged on himself as some dregs rolled along him and down as I adjusted myself just slightly to receive them.
Before he pulled away I extended my neck to put his head between my lips, swirling around and licking him fully clean.
Mel swiveled around and planted herself onto my cock. She rode me to two orgasms, kissing me deeply and sharing his taste.
Unfortunately, he couldn't get himself up again. Mel and I were kind of bummed, but it is what it is. He said he'd get in touch. Mel was hopeful. I was skeptical. He gave us both his number before he left.
A month and a half ago, Mel took the camper out to work remotely. I thought it was cool. She always came back with stories.
I got a call after work on the 28th of October. "Hey dude! How you doing?" I answered I was doing well, "Got a favor to ask. You know your 82" TV? Can a friend and I come over and watch a couple horror movies?"
Weird ask, but I said sure. It was Friday and I had the weekend off.
I was home for about five minutes when the doorbell rang. Josh stood there with a much, much younger man. As I invited them inside, Josh was extolling the virtue of having a monstrous TV and sound system.
The younger man was my height, 5'9". He was wearing baggy pants and a hoodie so I couldn't get a read on his weight or build. He had long-ish relatively unkempt dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Very attractive as well.
After they sat down I asked which movies they wanted to watch, pointing out that I had purchased John Carpenter's "The Thing" and they could just stream it. Josh was all for it and his companion, Tyler, shrugged his shoulders, "Never seen it, could be cool."
I queued it up and mentioned I was going to take a shower. They asked if they wanted me to stop it and I said I could recite the movie by heart.
Our shower is a large tiled rectangle, five feet wide and eight feet long. The doors are clear glass. We put in a pressure booster at the thing so we could run multiple shower heads.
...I'd gotten the idea from a past boyfriend...
A knock came on the bathroom door about five minutes into my shower, "Hey, dude? Can I come in and take a leak?" Tyler's voice came as he cracked the door.
"Sure". He walked in and glanced at me. I noticed his eyes went downwards, "Toilet's over there." I pointed to the far side of the room and the door to the water closet.
