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My first marriage was simply a mistake. And as with many of the mistakes we make, it took a while before we owned up to it. After producing two kids, we decided we shouldn’t do that anymore and divorced. We stayed in touch so that the kids would know they had a dad who loved them, even though they got a stepdad.My second try at marriage turned out to be much better. I met Sylvia when I was twenty-eight and married her two years later. She was six years older than I was, and also had been married and divorced. That marriage had resulted in three kids, so we had a house full of kids at all times. It had been agreed to from the start that we didn’t need to create any more. We’d share what we already had.Besides the fact we agreed on so many things, another thing that made us a well-matched couple was we had similar sex drives. We both liked sex – a lot. Some days we might go at it three or four times. Morning sex, afternoon sex, any-time-of-night sex, we did it all.It mostly was straight-forward sex. It was good enough and we were good enough at it that we didn’t need to spice it up. It wasn’t all missionary style. We probably did all the Karma Sutra positions. Having never read the book, I can’t attest to that, but we were pretty inventive.But time can take a heavy toll. After seventeen years of sexual Olympics, the torch began to sputter. At least that’s how I saw our situation. We knew things had slowed and that we needed to do something to reinvigorate it.In late-night discussions, we kicked around ideas, and one of the things that came out was that Sylvia had always wondered what it would be like to have a three-way. I’d never entertained the idea, but now that she’d brought it up, the idea of satisfying two women at the same time sounded like a challenge I’d like to try.That wasn’t what Sylvia had in mind. She wanted to be sated by two men. That put me in a different position. ‘Could I handle that?’ I wondered. Well, it was a challenge, and I didn’t spend any time trying to visualize just how that would work. But since I hadn’t come up with any ideas, I agreed to try it out.We discussed how to go about finding the third party. We couldn’t come up with anyone we knew who might be receptive that we would even consider. We had no desire to join a swingers’ club. I’d heard that you could find all sorts of things on Craig’s List.I spent hours over a series of weeks but came up with nothing I’d be comfortable with. I’d begun to think it was a go-nowhere idea, but I kept looking on the internet and eventually hit the jackpot.I’d taken a chance on answering a follow-up, and got a response. I contacted him and we met for a brief interview.He introduced himself as Ford. I never knew if it was his first name or last. He was a university student working on his doctorate in Social Science. He was a good-looking thirty-year-old army vet in good physical condition. He described himself as an omnisexual, a term I wasn’t familiar with. He explained he did this only for the money he needed to complete his education.I accepted all this at face value. I judged him as honest and trustworthy so I felt comfortable inviting him into our home. We set up a date and Sylvia and I prepared ourselves for this new adventure.The evening arrived and so did Ford. We sat in the living room and exchanged pleasantries for a short time. Sylvia was smiling and I knew she was okay with my selection. The only thing that bothered me was it all seemed a little too cut-and-dried. It was a business deal, but then again, that’s what it was, and perhaps that was really better.After maybe fifteen minutes, we looked at each other and silently agreed it was time. We all stood and went into the bedroom and stripped. Bostancı Escort I noted Sylvia checking him out and I took a look and saw my original assessment of him being in good physical condition was correct. I also noted his cock was a good deal bigger than mine.We got in bed and without any prelude or discussion. Ford began kissing Sylvia’s tits and stomach. He used his tongue with expertise. He worked his way down to her pussy while I got on my knees and offered her my cock to suck.While he was eating pussy he rolled a condom down over his big cock and then moved up. He inserted it into Sylvia’s wet pussy and spread my ass cheeks which were more or less in his face. He rimmed me, making me lose control and shove my cock down Sylvia’s throat farther than she could handle, causing her to choke and cough.I got off her and Ford turned me around so I was facing him. He took my cock in his mouth and went down, taking all of it with no problem. There was something about how he sucked on my cock that felt twice as good as Sylvia had ever done.I was afraid I was going to come too quickly, so I pulled my cock free from his mouth. I got from between he and Sylvia and she pushed him back. He pulled his cock from her pussy and she slid down. He got the message, stripped off the condom and put his cock in her mouth. She sucked on it like she’d never sucked a cock before.Ford had rimmed me, and maybe that was why I felt it necessary to rim him. It was something I’d never done before. I don’t mean just to a man. I’d never even had sex with a man before. This all was a first for me.I tore open a condom and put it on my cock. I got behind Ford and spread his ass cheeks. I pushed my face into his crack and probed his brown pucker with my tongue, covering it with as much slobber as I could. I moved up and ran my cock head up and down his ass crack, coming to rest at his asshole. Ford reached back and spread his cheeks. I pushed and my cock went in.It had been years since I’d last fucked Sylvia in the ass. I’d simply overlooked doing it. I’d forgotten how tight an asshole was, and Ford knew how to use his ass muscles to make it feel even better, or so it seemed to me.I fucked his ass as he fucked Sylvia’s mouth. She took charge again and swiveled around so Ford could lick her pussy again. We were going at it frantically, as though none of us had been in bed with another person for months.I hadn’t intended to, but my cock had other ideas, and it erupted, filling my condom with my cum. When my supply was depleted, I pulled out of Ford’s ass. He pulled his cock from Sylvia’s mouth. She was obviously reluctant to let it go.He rolled onto his back and said to her, “Get on my cock and ride it. Get it all the way in your sweet pussy. Fuck me good.”He knew how to talk, too. Sylvia climbed on top of him and went to town, bouncing up and down. She’d always liked eating cum and when I pulled the condom off my cock she grabbed it and squeezed my cum out onto her tongue. Ford took the condom from her hand and licked up what was left of my cum, which did something to Sylvia.She screamed, “Fuck me, cowboy. Fuck my pussy. Make me cum.”I could see from his reactions that Ford was cumming and Sylvia made those noises that only a woman climaxing can make.When she climbed off Ford she pulled the condom from his cock and tossed it to me. She went down and licked all the cum that was clinging to his cock.She looked up at me sitting with Ford’s cum-filled condom in my hand and commanded, “Eat it. He ate yours. Eat his.”And I did.There was very little conversation after. Ford went into the bathroom and cleaned up and got dressed in there. Sylvia and I put on our Bostancı Escort Bayan robes. I completed our transaction with Ford and he politely thanked us and left.We didn’t have sex for a couple of days. Things seemed a little strained, but we were soon back in our rut, which means nothing had changed. A couple of months went by and Sylvia’s birthday was coming up. I asked her what she wanted, thinking we might take a cruise, which we hadn’t done in years.“You want to know what I really want?” she asked as if she were shy.I answered by pursing my lips, tucking my chin down and nodding.“I want another round with that young guy. You know, Ford.”It wasn’t the request I’d expected, but I found I didn’t object. In those intervening months, I’d thought about that encounter a lot.I contacted him and once again set up another date.The night started much as the last one had, but it was more like catching up with a friend than breaking the ice. When we got in bed he began by fingering Sylvia’s pussy and then presenting her with his cock. I guess he remembered how greedily she’d sucked it the last time.He motioned me over and he took my cock and sucked it while she sucked his. I pulled my cock from him and got in position to fuck my wife. She seemed to be happy with his cock in her mouth. We continued doing a little switching around until Sylvia spoke up.“Blair,” she said to me. “Suck Ford’s cock. I want to see that. I want to see Ford fuck your face.”Without hesitation, Ford leaned back so I could get a clear path to his erect cock, sticking straight up at me. I lay on my stomach and tentatively took his cock in my mouth. He let me go at it at my speed, but only for a few minutes. He put one hand gently on my head and then the other, clasping my head firmly.He pushed his cock forward, pulled back, and pushed it forward again. He repeated the motion until he’d set up a steady rhythm of fucking his cock in and out of my mouth. He was careful not to feed me too much of it so I wouldn’t choke.I was making sounds with my mouth, but also they came from inside my chest. There were no other sounds. Sylvia broke the relative silence.“Ford, fuck him. Fuck him just like he fucked you last time. Fuck his ass.”Ford pulled his cock from my mouth with a loud, wet popping sound.“You okay?” he asked.I assumed he was asking if I was okay with Sylvia’s request. I nodded rapidly. He was already putting on a condom. He pulled me roughly so that I was laying on my stomach the length of the bed. He shoved my legs wide apart. He spread my ass cheeks and let a big blob of spit fall on my asshole. He got over me and I assumed he was holding his cock in one hand and watching as he placed the end against my virgin hole.He pushed, paused and pushed again, harder. My ass opened and his cock went in and I gasped. He held still as the stab of pain I’d felt waned. He pushed again, but very slowly. I felt another stab of discomfort and bit my lip. Tears filled my eyes.Ford pushed again and I felt him slip up my rectum until the weight of his body was pressing on my back. He pushed himself up so his arms were straight, only his pelvic area touching my butt. He raised his hips and I felt his cock slide back out, then stop. A beat passed and he slid back in. Then he went in and out, over and over.After minutes that seemed to creep by, he clasped me and turned me on my side as he lay on his. He raised my leg so it was pointing up in the air.“Sylvia,” he said. “Watch.”He held my balls and cock up against my stomach so that Sylvia could get a good clear view of his big cock sliding in and out of my ass. She was masturbating and breathing heavily.He squeezed and jacked Escort Bostancı my cock as he continued fucking me, going faster and harder. In a couple of minutes, he sucked in air and stopped the long strokes he’d been making. Instead, he made short jabs.With each jab, I could barely hear him say. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,”Sylvia reached her climax and I reached mine. I was only concerned with mine. It was the most intense climax I’d felt in years. My cum spurted all the way up to my chin. I shot spurt after spurt.Both Ford and I relaxed, our bodies still joined, only coming apart as his cock softened and slipped out of my ass. None of us looked at the other for several minutes. Ford rolled away first and sat up on the edge of the bed. For some reason, Sylvia got off the bed and went into the bathroom before Ford had a chance.I lay there, looking at his well-formed back, wondering what was going through his mind. Had he enjoyed it? Did he really like fucking me? Would he like to do it again? Did he like sucking cock? Did he like having a guy suck his cock?These were the thoughts going through my head, not questions about how I felt.When Sylvia came out of the bathroom, he went in and dressed as he had before. Sylvia was putting on her robe as I got out of the bed. I found Ford’s cum filled condom lying on the floor beside the bed. I picked it up and glanced up to make sure Sylvia hadn’t seen me.I secreted it from her and put it in my robe pocket. I paid Ford when he came out of the bath and walked him to the front door. We bade each other good night without any reference to a future meeting.And once again, Sylvia and I returned to our usual routines. With time I discerned that there were subtle differences. We had sex more seldom than before. I assumed it was caused in part by the onset of menopause. I didn’t do much introspection about my own failing interest.But over and over, I brought that night up in my memory. I reimagined as well as I could the feeling of Ford’s handsome cock plunging down my throat. I’d licked all the cum from his thrown away condom and still kept it, smelling it. I used the fat handle of a large screwdriver to reinvent the sensation of his cock in my ass as I jacked off in the shower. And I questioned each time why I was doing this.Five months passed and the memories hadn’t faded. I finally faced the fact I had to get the answers I needed. I pulled Ford’s phone number from where I’d stuffed it in a corner of my wallet and called, praying he hadn’t moved on. He seemed surprised to hear from me. I told him I’d like to talk to him and asked if I could buy him a drink.We met for coffee at a Denney’s not far from the university. He greeted me politely but showed no signs of enthusiasm. After we’d ordered he turned his attention to me.“I was a little surprised to hear from you after so much time. I figured you and your wife had worked through your problems.”I’m afraid I frowned. “We never had any problems. We were just trying out something different, and you were it. But that’s not why we’re here. Sylvia isn’t involved in this.”The coffee arrived and we didn’t talk as we wrestled with those little cream holders. After he stirred sugar into his coffee he looked at me, waiting for me to elaborate.“You told me you consider yourself omnisexual. I’d never heard that term before.”I’d planned to go on, but he said, “It’s just one of the terms for more or less the same thing. Some use pansexual, polysexual, ambisexual. I just prefer omnisexual.”“Okay, yeah,” I interrupted him. “The thing is, I’ve always been heterosexual. That was it, pure and simple. But you kind of threw a monkey wrench into that.”“How so? What did I do?” He appeared sincerely concerned, or maybe just confused.“Well, I assume you remember what we did? I hope so. I don’t intend to go over it again with you.”He chuckled. “No, not necessary. It’s usually pretty much the same with every couple.”I hadn’t thought about him and other couples. I now found it slightly disturbing, so I quickly put it aside.

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