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OK. I’m 54. I’ve been married to my wife for 28 years. We have a son of 25 and a daughter of 23 both of whom have moved out. And because what I’m going to tell you is so wrong that’s all the biography I’m giving. Except to say I’m a rep for a software company that is decent enough to put me up in decent hotels when I travel to meet clients.

I was in such a hotel two weeks ago. The restaurant was good and I spent a few hours in my room going over the day’s notes and figures before heading down to the bar about ten o’clock. It was pretty quiet. Just me, a married couple and a group of four girls that I reckoned were students at the local university. Every so often I glanced over at them. Quite often to be honest: I may be middle-aged and married but I’m not dead. At one point they all turned and looked at me and laughed so after that I tried to focus on my pint. Not entirely successfully.

At length the married couple left. Shortly after the four girls got up and left too. A few moments later one of them returned, came up to me and said, “Would you like to buy me a drink?” I got up and went to the bar to get drinks for each of us and when I returned she sat next to me at my table. We chatted for a while. Her name was Emily and was studying English literature. Her hair was long and brown, her eyes were green but my gaze kept drifting to her enticing cleavage.

When our drinks were nearly finished she put her hand on my thigh and I felt my cock twitch. “I thought I should explain why we all laughed earlier,” she said. “One of us - Cara, the short-haired one - has been seeing this older guy. And the thing is, he looks a lot like you.” She looked around and her hand rose further up my thigh. “Thing is, she says that older men are really good in bed and she suggested I find out for myself.”

I could have - should have - declined. Instead I waited until the barman had disappeared for a moment then took her hand and led her to the stairs and to my room. Once inside I put my arms around her. “You’re sure about this?” I asked. She nodded and I planted my lips on hers, slipping my tongue between them and rolling it seductively on  hers. Gradually I heard her breathing get faster as my hands moved over her body, teasing her clothes and pulling them away from her body and off while also removing my own. Our embrace became more and more passionate as, once we were naked, my hands roved on her soft round ass and cupped her firm young breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened, making her gasp. I felt her hand wrap around my now hard cock as she whispered “Pretty good so far” in my ear.

We moved to the bed and lay together, her hand rubbing my cock while mine slipped between her thighs, a finger sliding into her pussy and moving inside her while the heel of my hand ground on her clitoris. “Mmmmm” she moaned. “You’ve done that a few times.” I leaned over her, taking each nipple in turn in my mouth, nibbling gently on them provoking moans and soft gasps. Slowly I kissed and licked my way down her belly until my head was between her soft, smooth thighs. I insinuated my tongue between her wet pussy lips and licked the length of her entrance. “Oh fuck yessss” she gasped. “No one’s ever done that before.” “Young guys,” I answered. “They don’t know what they’re missing.” I love eating pussy and hers was sweet, salty and delicious. I began to lap at it hungrily until she started to writhe on the bed and I turned my attention to her clit, flicking it with my tongue in the way only experience teaches. Faster and faster until her hips started bucking and rolling uncontrollably on the bed and, her thighs shaking, I drove her to orgasm.

As she lay gasping I slowly moved back up her body, kissing her soft young skin as I went, enjoying again her pert breasts and bullet-hard nipples until my hips were between her thighs. She moaned gutturally as my cock slid between her labia and its head found her entrance. Slowly I moved into her. God, she was so tight! Thirty years ago I might have shot my load in moments. Again experience paid off and I moved slowly and gradually, watching my breathing, until I was fully inside her. I felt her thighs rise against my flanks and I began to fuck her slowly and seductively, gradually building up speed until her moans in my ear told me I had hit her rhythm. 

After a while could feel my cock longing to cum so I pulled out of her, lay on my back and encouraged her on top of me. She straddled me and guided my cock to her wet pussy and sank down on it with a deep moan. She began to ride me urgently, panting as she rose and fell on my shaft. I slipped a hand between us so that her clit ground against my fingers and she moaned "Fuck yesss...like that". Faster and faster, her movements becoming more and more urgent. No longer able to control things I feared I might cum before her. Then she closed her eyes tight, her mouth formed an O and she shook silently as her young body quivered and she came, her tight pussy spasming on my shaft. I could hold no longer. I felt my cock swelling and reaching for her womb as I pumped my seed inside her.

“You have no idea how often girls get hit on in bars,” my girlfriend said. Abi and I had met a few months earlier and moved into a flat together in our second year at university. She is a strong, forceful girl with a similar height and build to mine and when I was foolish enough to suggest that being hit on maybe wasn’t that bad she pinned me with a glare. “You think not? Tomorrow night I’m going to dress you up as a girl and send you out to a bar so you can see for yourself.”

The next day was Saturday and during the afternoon she laid out clothes for me for the evening: a black silk shirt, a knee-length plaid skirt, black thigh-high stockings, black silk panties and (for some reason) a matching bra. “Now,” she said, “Time to shave”. I ran my hand over my chin and she laughed. “You have no idea, do you?” She led me to the bathroom and told me to get naked as she started undressing. “Now don’t get any ideas. We have a job to do. Getting into the shower with me she picked up a small, delicate razor then, having soaped me all over, proceeded to shave my body including - with GREAT care - my pubes. Later, as it came closer to time to go out, she did my make-up and styled my shoulder length hair. When she was finished I really did look like a girl. “Now remember,” she said. “No cheating. You have to pretend to be a girl.”

The bar was fairly busy when I arrived. It was one I didn’t know as I didn’t want to be recognised. I was aware of guys checking me out as I walked to the bar, some of them positively leering and I began to feel uncomfortable but also a little excited. As I stood at the bar a tall man in his forties came and stood next to me. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked. My mind was racing. Should I say yes? Should I say no? What do girls drink? “Yes…please” I stuttered. “A cocktail.” He asked what kind I wanted and I had no idea so I let him choose. He guided me to a table and he sat next to me. His voice was deep and relaxing as we talked and after a couple more cocktails I started to relax. Then I felt his hand on my thigh. I tensed for a moment as it started to rise up under my skirt but I thought, in a moment this will be over. He’ll get to my bulge and know I’m not a girl and stop. Instead he started to fondle my cock through my panties “As I thought,” he said.

Gabbling a little I explained about Abi and why I was dressed as I was. “Your girlfriend has done a great job,” he said, his eyes fixed on mine. “You are gorgeous. But I think she would want you really to experience what girls experience, right?" He got up and offered his hand. My heart pounding I took it. Then, his arm around my waist and his hand on my hip, he guided me out the bar. There was a taxi rank close by and, as we sat in the back of a cab he guided my hand to his crotch and I felt the bulge of his cock through his pants. My mind was whirling and everything was a blur until I found myself in his bedroom. 

He pulled me to him and, his arms around me, kissed me. His tongue slipped into my mouth and began to dance on mine. ‘I’m straight’ my mind protested and I closed my eyes, imagining I was kissing Abi. This just meant, though, that I started to get aroused and respond to his kiss passionately. 

At length he stepped away and started to undress. I hesitated. Should I do likewise? I began to unbutton my silk shirt but he waved his hand and said “I like my girls to be dressed.”

At length he was naked and I couldn’t drag my eyes from his semi-erect cock as he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread. He beckoned to me and I approached then, holding my hands, he guided me to my knees between his thighs. “You ever sucked cock?” he asked and I shook my head. “Go on,” he said. “Try it.” My nose wrinkling a little as I associated penis with urine, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and began to suck on it. To my surprise it didn’t really taste of anything, but the sensation of it in my mouth, on my lips and on my tongue were…stimulating. As it swelled and hardened in my mouth I felt a thrill of pride in the effect I was having.

Once he was fully erect he raised me to my feet then, reaching under my skirt, he pulled down my panties. “I think we can dispense with these now,” he said. I stepped out of them then he encouraged me onto his bed on all fours. “If you’ve never sucked cock I guess you’ve never done this either,” he said lifting my skirt to reveal my arse. I head him open a drawer in his bedside cabinet and a few moments later I felt a cool liquid on my virgin arsehole and jumped as his finger probed inside sending unexpectedly intense sensations through my anal ring. I couldn’t deny it felt good. Then I froze as I felt the head of his lubed cock at my knothole. “Relax” he said, stroking my hair. I was expecting pain but there was a moment’s discomfort as he penetrated me then a slow sensation of gliding as he sank deeper inside me. Then slowly, gently, he started to fuck me.

As his pace accelerated and his cock struck deeper and deeper into my arse I started to enjoy the sensations he was producing inside me then WOW! A jolt of intense pleasure erupted in my gut and I cried out. “That’s your prostate pretty girl. You’re going to enjoy that,” he said, laughing. And I did. With every thrust a wave of joy spread through my body. I fell forward onto the bed clutching the sheets and he was on top of my prone body, his breath in my ear and his arms around my shoulders pounding into me. As if from a distance a could hear high pitched mewling noises and I realised it was me moaning like a girl. The sensations inside me grew more and more intense, more and more powerful until they crashed through my body like a tidal wave and I felt a warm sticky patch under my stomach. A few moments later he thrust deep inside me and I felt the warmth of his cum inside me.

Kerry and I have been married for eleven years and we’re both 34 now. We met at university and you can probably guess the rest. We decided early on that we didn’t want children so Kerry got an IUD and I got the snip. Years passed and sex got regular and, I guess, a bit samey. Until last week.

I went to work as usual. Got settled in my office, fired up my computer, checked my mail and got down to work for an hour or so. Then the fire alarm went off. I hurried to the nearest exit a few seconds after the sprinklers came on. We gathered outside and it became clear that this was no false alarm, that a whole lot of cleaning up would be required before anyone would be back in the building and that we might as well all go home. Which is what I did.

Even as I opened our front door and entered something told me something was amiss. Kerry seemed to be nowhere around. I stopped and listened. There were noises. Soft creaking noises, rhythmic and regular, soft persistent thumps, the sounds of heavy breathing. Part of me guessed at what I was hearing. Part of me had always wondered if Kerry was the faithful wife I had always thought her to be. Part of me had always imagined this moment.

Slowly I crept up the stairs. and the sounds grew louder. The heavy breathing became moans, the creaks became sighs, the thumps became the rocking of our bedhead against the wall. Already I was picturing what was happening and it created a knot of jealousy in my stomach but also, to my surprise, an insistent arousal in my crotch as I got closer to the door of our bedroom.

Peering in through the gap between the door and the doorframe I could see Kerry on her back on our bed, her legs spread wide. Between them the taut buttocks of a young man rose and fell with  firm vibrant rhythm, driving his cock deep into my wife. Maybe I should have stormed in. Maybe I should have asserted myself and thrown him out. But there was something about what was happening - the sounds and smells of sex in the room - that riveted me to the spot.  Something that hardened my cock and made it throb against the constraints of my pants until I unfastened them, took it out, and started stroking it.

I watched his taut young arse dimpling as he fucked my wife. I listened to her moaning and panting as he took her on our bed. I looked on as her hands clutched at his shoulders, glided down his back and cupped his buttocks, urging him into her. “Yes. Oh God YES! Fuck me!  “ she moaned “Harder!” In response his thrusts grew more forceful, more rapid. Her moans and the sounds of flesh on flesh became louder. As I watched my hand moved on my now throbbingly hard cock. Then in my excitement I pushed against the bedroom door and it creaked. In a moment everything stopped. The young man - it turned out he was a student at the college where my wife works - huddled fearfully against the bedhead and Kerry looked at me, shocked.

Then she saw my cock in my hand and a questioning look passed across her face. Her eyes fixed on mine she slowly guided her lover onto his back. Watching for my reactions she got astride him and guiding  his cock, glistening with her juices, to her pussy, she sank, moaning, onto it. She began to ride him. Slowly at first, gauging my reaction, then letting go and surrendering to her instincts. She rode him passionately. She rode him forcefully. She ground and rocked on his cock as I moved to the dressing table and plucked a wad of tissue from the box that lay upon it. Her thrustings and  grindings got wilder and faster until, her body shaking, she fell forward, howling into the bed beside his ear, “FUUUUCKK!!!” as she came on his cock. Almost at the same moment I  experienced an amazingly intense orgasm and  I pumped my load into the tissues.  Coming down from it I watched as the young man continued to thrust into Kerry’s quivering body. Moments later I heard the him grunt and cry out and I knew that he was emptying his balls deep inside my wife.