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By Jim Walters (shortstuff_23919@hotmail.com)

Have you ever checked out the online personals? I'm not exactly sure why I do it, but every once in a while I look through the ads in a couple of the services. Actually, I guess I do know why I do it. The truth is that my sex life is almost non-existent anymore. I'm 62 years old and I've been married since I was 23.
My wife used to be a really attractive woman who absolutely loved sex. Although she wasn't beautiful in the sense that models or many movie stars are beautiful, she had a pretty face and a body to die for. The best thing about her was that she was totally faithful, supportive and would fuck or suck at the drop of a hat. I think her openness to sex somehow showed and although she didn't flirt, I always noticed that most men who saw her were attracted to her. She's seven years younger than I am.
Like most people, after being married for about ten years, our sex life, although very active, began to lose its zing. I didn't know exactly what it was, but there was just something missing. I talked to my wife about it and she admitted that she felt the same way. Neither of us could come up with any reason for it, nor could we figure any way to change it.
Since both of us were open to almost anything about sex that didn't involve pain or humiliation, we had tried it all. The bottom line seemed to be that we were just too used to each other and the only thing that could put that old zing back into sex would be to begin fucking somebody new.
I grew up rather shy around females. I'm not all that good looking, being rather short and stocky. I'm also very hairy and have a small cock. I was also extremely hurt by rejection. Therefore, after being married, I never strayed. My wife was only the third woman I had fucked in my entire life.
Secretly I wanted to fuck many more women, I was highly sexed and couldn't help thinking about it whenever I saw a woman who was attractive. Fearing rejection and not really knowing how to even talk with them, however, I never tried anything.
Even after being married, I secretly desired to know more women and wondered what swinging would be like. That seemed to me to be the best thing in the world. Swingers still had their wives, but get to fuck new, strange women all the time. Thinking about what I would feel to watch another guy fuck my wife, I felt that it wouldn't bother me. In fact, I thought that I would enjoy watching that.
I had never mentioned swinging to my wife and was actually somewhat ashamed of my feelings. Now, however, I wondered if that's what we needed. I felt very secure in our love for each other and as long as we fucked others together, I couldn't see how it would hurt our marriage. It would still be like something we were sharing, even though we were not fucking each other. As long as we were together, it would be fun and not mean anything, I thought.
I began to wonder if it would be a good idea to talk to my wife about swinging. I truly wasn't sure what her reaction would be, but it seemed to be a way to bring back that extra zing to our love life. So, one day with much apprehension, I broached the subject as she was sucking my cock.
To my surprise, the idea caused her no alarm whatever. In fact, she accepted the idea like I had suggested going to a movie or something. We talked a bit about how to go about it, and about how we might feel watching each other with someone new. It became apparent to me that both of us were not only OK with the idea, but were anxious to try it out.
For the next four or five years, my wife and I were into swinging. Truly, it was extremely enjoyable for both of us. During the first year we met and fucked more than 50 different people. Of all those people, we began to build friendships with about a dozen couples and over the course of time, we saw those couples often.
We discovered that once the novelty of fucking someone new wore off, we didn't enjoy it as much as we enjoyed fucking people who we had gotten to know better and whom we had a real friendship with. Without talking much about it and, perhaps, without even realizing what was happening, we began to see fewer and fewer new couples and concentrated instead on meeting almost exclusively with the friends we had made.
Swinging really was the perfect answer for us. Sex was exciting again and never became boring. Then, we moved. Suddenly we were living far from our old friends. We didn't know anybody near our new home and AIDS was now a problem. We decided that it just wasn't safe to continue swinging since we would have to begin meeting new people all the time.
Although we both missed it, we became very busy building our new business, and life went on. Then, about five years ago my wife told me that she just didn't enjoy sex anymore. That she didn't get anything out of it anymore. She would continue to fuck or suck me anytime I wanted her to, but that it would only be for my pleasure. She also told me that if I wanted to find someone else to fuck she wouldn't mind, as long as it didn't adversely affect our marriage.
Well, that was a real blow. Admittedly, my own sex drive wasn't nearly as strong as it had been, but to know that you were having no effect at all on a woman you were fucking was a real turn-off for me. Over the next couple of years sex became less and less frequent for us. Then finally I wouldn't even bother trying to fuck her anymore. Instead, I began to masturbate often and every once in a while I would ask her to suck me off. I always loved to have my cock sucked.
Over the past year I began to wonder about finding somebody else to fuck. With the advent of the internet and the personal ads to be found there, I figured that it shouldn't be too hard to find somebody. So, I began looking at the ads.
After several months I came to some conclusions that led me to believe just the opposite. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be. My wife knew what I was doing and asked me why I hadn't found somebody to meet yet. I told her that I wasn't sure I was ever going to be able to find someone.
The ads seemed to break down into a few categories. First, very few women came right out and admitted that they were looking for sex. Of those who did, there seemed to be two categories. First, there were those who were married and looking to cheat on their husbands. They wanted sex, but without their husband knowing what they were doing. I didn't want any part of that, and those women seemed to be looking for young studs anyway. The other group, no matter what they said about sex, were really looking for a husband. I certainly wasn't interested in that, either. There was also a third group. Those were the ones that were too good to be true. Clearly scams of one sort or another.
My wife and I discussed all of this. I had decided that I didn't want to do anything that could be considered cheating on my wife. I would be perfectly open about being married and the fact that my wife knew and approved of my activities. What I was hoping, was that I could find a woman who wanted sex, but who also wanted to build a real friendship with both my wife and myself. That just didn't seem like it was going to happen.
One day my wife asked me if I had checked out the ads from men. I told her that I had, but the only ads looking for a threesome wanted younger guys with huge cocks. She really surprised me by asking me why I didn't try to find a bi guy for a little mutual cocksucking.
It was true that ever since we began swinging I was curious about oral sex with another guy. I never had the opportunity to try it, but my wife had bi experiences with a couple of women and knew I was at least curious about it.
Thinking about that for a while, I finally decided that it just might be fun. So, I went back to the ads for men looking for men. God, there were a lot of them. There were many from gay men. Although I don't have any prejudice against gays, I wasn't interested in that. I have no desire to kiss or cuddle with another man, nor do I have any interest in having someone shove his cock up my ass. If anything, I just want to suck and be sucked. Truthfully, I didn't even know if I would enjoy that.
Many ads were from men who claimed to be bi. Most, claimed to be married. Most also seemed to indicate that their wife didn't know what they wanted to do. Again, I didn't want to get mixed up with any kind of cheating defined in my mind as having sex of any kind without their wife knowing about it but there were almost no ads from men who weren't married and none from men whose wife knew.
I talked with my wife again and she said that although meeting a guy without his wife knowing went against everything we believed in, it just might be right for him. Besides, she said, if you meet with a married guy who doesn't do this very often, or who has never done it before, it would probably be a lot safer in regard to disease.
With that in mind, I looked through the ads again. I found several ads from men in my general area. I even found one from a man who was about my age. I decided to respond to his ad to find out more about him. I sent him a very long email telling him about myself. I told him something about who I was, what my life had been like, what my sexual experiences had been and what I was looking for. I also told him about the swinging my wife and I had done and that she would know. I told him we could meet at my home and that my wife might be there when we met, but would in no way join in.
I got an answer from this man telling me that he was interested in meeting. He described himself and said that he had only done this one other time, many years ago. He emphasized the fact that he needed to keep it from his wife and family, so agreed that we should meet at my home. He was living about fifteen minutes away and was generally able to get away Saturday afternoons. He asked if I wanted to get together the following Saturday. I agreed and we made the arrangements.
My wife could tell that I was excited, but at the same time a little tentative about meeting with another man. She assured me that it might be hard the first time, but she felt that I would really enjoy it if I could get over the hang-up we were all raised with about homosexuality. Besides, she said, in all the time we were swinging, there was nothing about sex I hadn't enjoyed. Just relax, she told me. Let it happen and just enjoy yourself.
Saturday finally came and John showed up right on schedule. I invited him in and introduced him to my wife. We sat and talked a bit, getting to know each other a little. John seemed very interested in the experiences we had while swinging. He also seemed to have a hard time understanding why my wife supported what I was about to do. He didn't know women like her existed her told her, and complemented me for my luck at having found her.
Finally, my wife stood up and said she had some work to do on her computer. She would go do it, she said, and leave John and myself alone to have fun with each other.
I told John that although I wasn't generally shy about sex, I was having a hard time knowing how to start. John asked me if I had any fuck videos and when I told him I had a lot of them, he suggested I put one on. We can take off our clothes, he suggested, and watch the film for a while. As we become more excited, he suggested, we could play with ourselves, then maybe with each other.
That seemed to be a good way to start, so I agreed and put a video on. We sat on the couch watching the video. I could feel myself begin to get excited rather quickly. John was already playing with his cock and I could see that he was already semi-hard, so I took hold of my own cock and began slowly stroking it. In seconds, I was as hard as a rock.
Sitting on the couch watching the video, stroking my own cock and watching John stroke his, I was really getting hot. I decided that the only way to get started was to start. So, I moved over right next to him and reached out for his cock. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and found that I really enjoyed the feel of him.
John's cock was larger than mine and it was also uncut. This was the first time I had seen an uncut dick up close and I began looking at it closely while I stroked it. I decided that I really liked playing with it, but I was unable to get at it the way I wanted to. I slid off the couch and moving John's legs apart, sat between his legs. He scooted his ass forward, so that his cock and balls were kind of hanging over the edge, giving me free access to everything he had.
I sat on the floor examining John's cock. Not really jerking him off, but kind of playing with him. At the same time, I ran my hand down under to nestle his balls in my other hand. This was the first time I had another guy's dick and balls in my hands and I was really enjoying the feel.
Lightly running my fingers over and around his cock, I began to gently roll his balls in my fingers. Besides being uncut, John's cock was longer and thicker than mine. I would guess that he was a little more than six inches. Like me, he kept his pubic hair short and trimmed to about 3/4 inches. The shaft of his cock was perfectly straight and it was also much harder than mine. While standing, I guessed that it wouldn't point up toward his belly, but instead of sticking straight out like mine, it would probably point higher. The skin of the shaft was very light colored. Although the veins through his cock stood out a little more than my own, his cock was basically smooth.
When I pulled his skin back off of the head, I saw that the head of his cock was very deep red in color, almost purple red. Although John was uncut, his foreskin wasn't real long. When he was hard with the skin pulled back, it stayed there even if you weren't holding it. While I stroked him, however, if I held his dick firmly, the skin would work back up over the head, covering about half of it.
Suddenly, John groaned and I knew that I was beginning to get to him. I took hold of the base of his cock with more pressure and began to stroke his length more seriously. I was fascinated watching the foreskin move up over the head of his cock, then pull back, exposing it. The tip of John's cock was becoming even darker in color and suddenly a little drop of pre-cum came out of the slit. I milked his cock a little more, bringing out quite a bit more.
Then, I moved one of my fingers to his slit and began to spread his pre-cum all around the head of his dick. I could tell he really liked the feel of that, so I went back to stroking him. Soon, pre-cum was dribbling out of his cock almost constantly.
I wanted to suck his cock into my mouth very badly by now, but I just couldn't get myself to do it. I could tell that if I didn't begin to suck him pretty soon, I'd end up jerking him off and shooting his cum all over the place. There was nothing wrong with that, but it wasn't really what either of us wanted. I wanted to be a cocksucker!
Finally, I was able to make myself move my head closer. I raised his cock toward his belly and pushed my lips against his balls, which I still held in my other hand. Slowly, I opened my lips and pushed my tongue out, feeling it touch his hairy, crinkly skin. Then, sticking more of my tongue through my lips, I began to lick his balls.
I found nothing repugnant about what I was doing, and before long, I was giving John's balls a real tongue bath, getting them very wet as I worked. I sucked gently on one of his balls and it actually entered my mouth, where I sucked it gently while rubbing my tongue all over it. Then, I did the same to the other.
John was really getting into it now. He was moving his ass around and his legs were beginning to tense up. His cock was literally oozing pre-cum in a constant flow. I could feel it running down his shaft as I slowly stroked it, making it easier for my hand to slide back and forth on it.
Looking up at his face, I saw that he had his head thrown back with his eyes closed. His face had a tense look to it and his breathing was quicker than it had been.
Slowly, I moved my tongue from his balls to the base of his shaft. I began licking the shaft all over, while moving higher and higher on it. As I got to the area where I had spread his pre-cum, I began to taste it. Actually, it seemed to have very little taste to me. The fact that it didn't taste bad, like I expected it to, relaxed me more and I moved directly to the head of his cock, where I licked up a large pool of pre-cum right from the horse's mouth, so to speak. Still, there seemed to be very little taste to me.
Suddenly, John began hunching his cock up at my mouth and groaning, he begged me to suck his cock. I could tell he was really hot now, and guessed that it wouldn't be long before he shot his cum for me. I opened my mouth and allowed his cock to slowly slide in. The head of his dripping cock slid across my teeth and as it continued deeper into my mouth, I pressed my tongue up against it hard, pushing it up against the roof of my mouth.
I moved my head closer, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, until it bumped against the back, causing me to gag. I pulled back to where only the head was between my lips and as the gagging reflex passed, I began to lick the head of his cock.
Again, John began to hunch his hips at my mouth. I started bobbing my head on his cock, while I was still jiggling his balls in the fingers of my other hand. The head of his cock was sliding in and out, rubbing the roof of my mouth, while my tongue caressed the underside. When only the head of his cock was left in my mouth I quickly ran my tongue over it before sliding it back in. I loved the feel of his shaft in my mouth. I could feel the heat of his cock now, and the throb of the blood pumping through it.
From time to time, I would pull it completely out of my mouth and lick all over the head of it back and forth along the shaft. I noticed that as my tongue slid over the edge of the head, the corona, I think it's called, that John's cock would make a big lurch. It also gave a big jerk when I licked over that little sweet spot just under the head.
I was getting a lot of enjoyment from the feel of his cock, and continued to work on it. My own cock was as hard as it's ever been and it was making me hot as hell to be sucking on this guy's dick.
I could tell that John was getting very close to shooting his cum in my mouth. His face and body were very tense now. His cock had grown even harder and I could feel the head getting so big it totally filled my mouth, making it hard to keep my teeth off of it.
He was groaning from time to time and he began almost chanting for me to suck it suck it suck it.
I did just that. I was anxious to make him cum. To feel him shoot his ball juice into my mouth. To feel the throbs of his cock expelling his jizz into me. To swallow it and feel the juice sliding down my throat. I began bobbing my head faster, and pressed up against the under side of his cock even more with my tongue. As I pulled back, I applied more sucking and when the head of his cock was all that was left in my mouth, I swiped my tongue over the tip of it before moving my head back down, driving him back into my mouth. His cock was dribbling so much pre-cum that the entire inside of my mouth was coated with the stuff.
The taste was still rather mild and it turned me on to think that I could do this. I was amazed at the feeling of power this was giving me. To know that I could turn anyone on this much. It didn't matter that it was another man. Just knowing that I could make him cum with very little effort and that right now he would do anything for me, just to keep me sucking on his cock.
Suddenly, John's whole body tensed and he moaned that he was about to cum. Not knowing if I could take his spurts into the back of my throat without gagging, I moved my head back to where only the head of his cock was between my lips. I rubbed my tongue all over it, as I took hold of the shaft and began to stroke it very quickly.
Suddenly, with a loud moan, John started shooting his cum into my mouth. I felt his hot sticky cum hit my tongue. I was surprised by the force of it, but continued to lick all over and around the head of his cock as it shot spurt after spurt of his cum into me.
Finally, there were just dribbles coming out of him, but I continued to suck and lick at his cock. He had shot so much cum into my mouth that lots of it was running out of the corners. I could feel it running down into my beard. I swallowed quickly, getting a real good taste of his jizz.
It was a little stronger tasting than the pre-cum had been, but again, I didn't think there was all that much taste to it. I didn't think it tasted all that salty, like most people talk about. Once my mouth was cleared of most of this cum, I moved my head back down his shaft, sucking his cock back into my mouth as far as I could. I continued to gently suck on him and lightly rub my tongue against the under side of his cock, until it had gotten almost totally soft and I could get no more juice out of it.
I pulled my mouth off of him. John was looking down at me while I still lightly stroked his cock and held his balls in my other hand. He told me that he had never had a blowjob that good and thanked me for it. I was startled when I heard my wife's voice from behind me telling me she was proud of me. I quickly turned my head to look at her. She was standing in the hallway leading to the back of the house, peeking around the corner.
I asked her if she had watched the whole thing. Walking on into the room, she said that she hadn't intended to watch, but couldn't resist when she heard John begin to moan and groan so much. Looking back at John to see if he was uncomfortable with my wife in the room, I could see that he wasn't. He had such a hard cum that he was laying back against the couch relaxing and trying to regain his breath. His cock was now totally soft, but I was still slowly stroking it and holding his balls in my other hand.
My wife walked right up to us and looking down, pointed to a drop of cum that had just been pumped out of him. She told me that I missed some and I bent my head down to lick up that last little drop.
My wife said that I looked really good with cum all over my lips and soaking my beard. Holding her hand out to me she said that I should come and look at myself in the mirror. I took her hand and got up. As I did, she noticed that my own cock was rock hard and dripping like crazy. She took hold of it and pulled me into the bathroom so I could look at myself in the mirror. As I looked into the mirror, I thought about how I had become a cocksucker.
I was rather proud of the great cum I had given John. The mirror told me that I certainly looked the part. There was cum all over my lips and dribbled down over my beard under the corners of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked my lips clean, telling her that the taste wasn't all that bad. I offered the opinion that I could get used to that and like to do it fairly often.
She asked if I wanted her to take my picture with the digital camera and I told her sure, why not. She got the camera and took several close ups of me with John's cum all over my face. Then, she stepped closer to me and began to lick the cum out of my beard. Now, she said, go back in there and let him suck you off.
Looking at her, it seemed like she had become rather excited too. I wondered if she had changed her mind and wanted to join us. Maybe even to let John fuck her when he got his second wind. No, she said, but it did excite her to watch a man sucking another man's cock. That was always a fantasy of hers she said, but since the opportunity never came up, she hadn't said anything about it to me.
Well, maybe John wouldn't mind if you watched him suck my cock, I said. She said she would like to watch from closer, so we returned to the living room, where John was still sitting where we had left him. His breathing was almost normal again, but his cock was totally flaccid. Once again, I could see some wetness on the tip, so I walked over to him and sucked his soft cock into my mouth once again, licking up the small amount of wetness that I found there.
I sat down next to John and told him that watching me suck his cock excited my wife and asked him if he minded her watching while he sucked me off. John said that it wouldn't bother him, so it was decided that she would stay with us. He reached over and took hold of my still semi-hard cock. Feeling another man's hand on my cock was enough to make it begin to harden again.
Having my wife watch him stroke it made me even hotter and within seconds, I was as hard as I had ever been before. Scoot forward, he said as he stood up. Like I did with him, he moved between my legs and sat down on the floor right in front of my cock. Using both hands, he began to play with my cock and balls. Every time a little pre-cum would leek out of the slit, he leaned forward and licked it off with his tongue. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to last too long. I was really hot!
My wife moved to the couch and sat right next to me, cuddling into my shoulder and looking right down to what John was doing with my cock. As John moved his lips to my balls and began to lick and suck at them, I pushed my hand into the top of my wife's blouse to squeeze her braless tits. She reached up and unbuttoned her blouse all the say to her waist so I could get at her more easily, which also gave John a look at her tits close up and bare. I thought his eyes would pop right out of his head.
With a little moan, he moved his lips to the head of my cock and sucked it right in. Unlike me, he had no problem with a gag reflex and pushed his head down all the way, till he had every last inch of my dick in his mouth. I could feel the head of my cock bumping into the back of his mouth and his nose pressing into my public hair.
John sucked very strongly on my cock and began bobbing his head back and forth. His tongue was running all over the shaft of my cock as he sucked, and I knew that I was going to blow my wad in record time. John's mouth became much wetter than mine was when I sucked him and I could feel the wetness on my shaft. The head of my cock felt like a giant vacuum cleaner was stuck on it, while at the same time, his entire mouth the roof, the cheeks and his tongue squeezed it.
I felt the cum building in my balls and nothing I could do was going to stop it. I was squirming my ass around and humping into his mouth with the rhythm he had set up, the head of my cock bumping the back of his mouth on every stroke. I just couldn't hold it anymore and told him that I was going to cum. John just continued doing what he was doing and as I felt my cock begin spurting my cum into his mouth, he pushed my cock as far as it would go into his mouth.
He began to swallow, and with each swallow, it felt like my cock would actually enter his throat. As it was, I could feel his throat nipping at the head. My cum was spurting right into his throat and he was swallowing it as fast as I could deliver it. Even my wife was squirming around now, and I saw her hand move between her legs, where she began to rub herself through her jeans.
John continued to suck my cock until I was totally soft and by balls were completely dry. I could tell me wife was really horny now and I knew that the way she was rubbing herself was not going to satisfy her. My soft cock slipped out of John's mouth and he stood up. I could see that his cock was hard as a rock again. Although it was hard to talk breathing as quickly as I was, I pointed to John's hard cock and asked my wife if she was sure she didn't want a little taste too.
With a little moan, she sat upright. Reaching out, she took hold of John's cock and moving her head to it, slid it into her mouth. I thought John was going to fall over. His entire body gave one big jerk and I could tell his knees were getting week. After she sucked his cock for a couple of minutes, I suggested she get undressed and let John fuck her. I could tell that she was really hot, I told her and it would be a shame to let it go to waste since she didn't feel that way very often.
My wife agreed that it would be a real waste. Standing, she took hold of John's cock and pulled him toward the bedroom with her. There, she told him to get on the bed, as she began to take off her clothes. When she was naked, she jumped on the bed with him and engaged him in an embrace.
Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes, I got to watch my wife have sex with a stranger again and enjoy every minute of it. She sucked his cock some more, he ate her pussy and finally, drove his hot, juicy cock deep into her cunt, unloading a big wad of his ball juice deep into her cunt. As they lay with his cock still in her, I got an idea. My own cock wasn't hard enough to fuck her, but I asked John to roll off so I could get at her. Then, I lay down between her legs. I licked and sucked her pussy, bringing her off two more times and at the same time sucking most of John's cum out of her pussy and down my throat.
All in all, it was a very enjoyable afternoon and I'm sure that John and I will meet many more times for some mutual cocksucking. I don't know that my wife will always want to join in, but anything I get will be a bonus.