One The night I met Steve I knew there was something special about him I liked. "I just about always get what I'm after," he'd said with a smile. "Sometimes I have to work hard for it, but I get it." I don't remember how I happened to stop into the bar after work, unless it was that Lil and I hadn't been hitting it off too well. After a year of marriage I guess the honeymoon was wearing off a little. Not that Lil wasn't damn good in bed; and she loved my big dick. A few times lately I'd gotten the idea she was imagining someone else on top of her. I was thinking, too, how it would be with someone new. I still loved Lil, but what the hell… So I was talking to this guy, Steve, and after a few beers we were slinging the shit like a couple of old buddies. He was the one that brought up dames, and the stories he told made me wish I were single again. We swapped experiences, including some of my rougher sessions from my Navy days, but finally I just listened. I wouldn't have believed half the stuff he told me except for the way he had of looking straight into my eyes while he talked. His enthusiasm was so apparent I got the impression he enjoyed talking about it as much as he'd enjoyed doing it. I finally got around to the trouble I'd been having with Lil, and he laughed. "Doesn't sound too serious to me," he said. "Maybe just a hangover from too much of a good thing. Maybe you just need a little variety." I happened to notice it was after eight. I telephoned Lil to say I'd be …
The Holiday that changed our lives – 1: The Pub Lunch
It was only meant to be a relaxing break to enjoy exploring the Suffolk coast and surrounding countryside, but it ended up making a major change in our lives – for the better, I must say. I had met him on the first morning we were on holiday whilst we were both out walking our dogs – we seemed to be heading in the same direction, so we chatted while we walked. We swapped life stories and I found out that he was a life long bachelor although he admitted to having a few liaisons, occasionally with married women. He didn't admit at this point that the married women's husbands had been fully aware of him! Anyway, I saw him most mornings and by the second or third morning we were chatting away like old buddies and exchanging quite intimate details. On Wednesdays, the local pub regularly held a steak special lunch and he said that these were very good value and should not be missed so why didn't I bring the wife along to meet him? I said I would suggest it to her little knowing the consequences. We met at the pub and his recommendations were indeed spot on and we all had a very enjoyable meal with the conversation flowing as if we had known each other for years. My wife, normally relatively quiet in new company, was very open, almost flirty with him and I could see that she was impressed with him. After the meal, we said our goodbyes with my wife giving him a rather friendly big kiss on the lips and we went our separate ways. That night in bed, Margaret – my wife – seemed …
My BFF And The Gloryhole
This story is true, and from the late 70s, before we found out anonymous sex could kill you! My Saturday afternoon routine often included an hour or so at the local ABS, sucking and being sucked. Besides the fact that I LOVED to suck, I though dropping a load or two in the afternoon made me a better fuck with my girlfriend that night. This particular afternoon, I had cum once, and sucked off a couple guys. I thought I'd drop another load, and then head out. When a guy entered the booth next to me, I had my cock aimed at the glory hole, ready to be serviced. His fingers reached through the hole and guided my cock straight to his mouth. Long hard sucks, from my pubes to the tip. He swirled his tongue around the head, then did it all over again. If I hadn't already cum once, this would have been over quickly. After a minute or so of the long strokes, he switched to just licking the head. GAWD! I love that! Finally, he settled on polishing my knob, just lips and tongue on the head of my cock. This was one excellent cocksucker, and I wished I could reward him with a huge load, but I could only give him the second load of the day. I blasted it into his mouth and heard him swallow it all down. I had planned to cum and go, but I thought I needed to show this guy that I am an excellent cocksucker, too. I zipped up, and signaled for him to give me his cock. A long, slim, uncut cock came into my booth. I have nothing against uncut cocks, as long as they're clean; and this one was nice …
The Park
The Park A True Story of us when young marrieds. Please do comment and mark. David Many years ago, when we were young marrieds, the wife and I and the 2 kids lived in a high rise block, just on the edge of Central Park in Dagenham in Essex. The whole block was 16 stories high and we lived on the 5th floor. The floor plan of the building was an “H”, the central bar of comprising the lift shafts, stairs and utilities. Each leg of had 3 flats, two bedroom ones in the corners and a one bedroom in the middle. Ours was situated so that the main aspect from the lounge overlooked the park. High rise living is what you do if live in a city (we didn’t) or if cash is short (it was). The flat was well appointed, we suffered little noise from neighbours, a couple of parties over the 6 years we were there but that was all. The bane of living like that was the lifts, a malfunction or a power cut and we have to trudge up and down 5 flights of stairs. And worse, when there was no power, the stairwell was unlit. It was 1972, the height of the miner’s strike and, as well as the 3 day week, the lack of coal led the government to operate a series of planned power cuts in each area to save electricity. The times were well published and most people either stayed away or did not leave home for the duration of the power cut. However, I was shift work and often came home in the middle of a 4 hour long outage. As power demands were low at night, there were no cuts at night but started again in the …