My name is Graham, I’m a sixty-eight year old builder from Southampton and I’m married to my gorgeous wife Christine.
Although my story starts over thirty years ago, those events guided me into my first mmf threesome that occurred this summer.
In 1987, Christine and I were both thirty-one and for our summer holidays, we went camping in France, just going where the fancy took us. A week in, we arrived late at a beautifully clean, perfect, campsite in the Dordogne, only to find that it was for Naturists. Our school French was severely tested as we were informed of this by the elderly couple in the reception hut.
Monsieur was seventy, sun baked, corpulent, with a wrinkled dick and long balls. Madame was in her late sixties, with dyed brassy blonde hair on her head (but not on her bushy, greying pubes), with firm, rounded breasts for her age. We had not expected to be camping with nudists, so we went back to the car, to decide what to do next.
“The nearest campsite is fifty kilometres away,” I complained. “And it’s going to be dark in two hours.”
“Bugger it, let’s stay here tonight,” Christine replied. “We can leave early tomorrow if we don’t like it.”
“You don’t mind getting your kit off?” I checked.
“Don’t you worry, it looks like these two have seen it all before, anyway, it will be nice to get some sun on our white bits,” she replied.
“Well, if you’re sure,” I said, secretly thinking about all the French pussy I’d see.
So it was settled. We parked the car, blew up the air bed, put up the tent and both got naked. Christine looked beautiful as she started on supper showing off her charms to one and all, while I finished pegging out the tent with my thick semi.. Making damn sure I didn’t wack my balls with the mallet.
As we worked away, men and women walked past us to the hut, giving us a wave and a “Bonsoir.” They were all shapes and sizes with no tan lines, unlike us. Most of them were a lot older but there were also some attractive young naked women for me and some good looking, well-hung men for her, to admire.
Christine has beautiful, big 36C breasts on her curvy yet fit body. Her collar and cuffs match, sandy blonde hair on her head and only slightly darker curly blonde pubes. She looked lovely naked, moving around in the evening sunshine. I am quite muscular being a builder and I was pretty fit at the time so my body looked good and though I say it myself, my cock wasn’t too shabby either, so I didn’t mind showing it off.
We ate our meal, drank our wine and went to bed where we gossiped about who and what we’d seen. We had a great fuck that night, I remember, both of us savouring the experience of seeing all that naked French flesh.
When we woke, we decided to change our plans and stay another night. It was great to be naked, enjoying the sun and the swimming pool, as well as lusting over the naked male and female bodies of all ages we saw. It was such a great turn-on for both of us that we went to bed early and fucked all night like a pair of bunnies.
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Which brings us to this summer, some thirty-seven years later. We were visiting the West Country, as much to visit my invalid mother-in-law, as anything else. Christine had remembered with affection our trip to the nudist camp in France so for a change, she had booked us into a chalet in a Naturist Sun Club, for the week. She still recalled the pleasure of feeling the sun on her skin and said she no longer felt self-conscious about being naked with other sun worshippers.
Although we are older now, we try and stay fit by going to the gym together and keeping our weight under control by dieting. After we had checked in and stripped off, I looked at the pair of us and thought that we still both looked attractive despite our sixty-eight years.
Sadly, one thing that has changed though in the interim is that, after the menopause, Christine went right off sex. Unfortunately, that wasn’t really helped by me having a girthy cock, which frankly became just too big for her to enjoy. I love the girl to bits but having tried everything I could, I’d secretly realised that I had to get my sexual pleasure where I could find it from then on.
Certainly, on this trip to Devon we weren’t going to repeat the French fuck fest we’d enjoyed the last time.
The Sun Club was a little paradise on earth. The first evening there, we were relaxing outside our chalet, sitting at the table when the couple from the next chalet turned up with a bottle of Sauvignon.
Lisa was fifty years old, a five foot six inch brunette with her hair platted and pinned down. Naked, she looked very attractive with pendulous breasts on a fit runners body and dark, trimmed pubic hair. I could feel my old todger twitch as I shook her hand.
Charles looked older, sixty maybe, six foot, slightly overweight with grey hair on his head and body. Hair everywhere except on his belly which was meticulously shaved, to show off his two inch flaccid dick, with a small, tight, ball sack. It seemed incongruous to me that such a big man sported such a small softie.
Lisa and Charles proved to be great company and we brought out a second bottle of wine, from our fridge, when we’d drunk their first one. As we loosened up, the two women were getting on like a house on fire. Whilst chatting to Charles, I noticed, he was doing the same thing that I was. Checking out both our two naked wives and our two shaved cocks.
Soft, I hang about four inches long, quite thick and veiny with my balls, particularly on that hot evening, hanging low in their sack. I was pleased that my shaved old todger, still looked good. My new friend Charles was proudly showing off his sub-two-inch penis with its tight scrotum.
Charles wasn’t the only one showing an interest. At one point, Lisa got up to fill our glasses and I caught her getting a good eyeful of my flaccid cock. I’m sure that most Naturists don’t think twice about the size of a man’s equipment. Understandable, I suppose; but these two were not “most Naturists”.
All of this had passed my lovely wife by. She never made a single comment about either of our new friend’s bodies, when we finally got to bed in the chalet. She was more interested in telling me all about what she had learnt about them from Lisa.
Finally, Christine went off to sleep, all passion spent. I lay in bed awake thinking about our attractive younger neighbour and her small-dicked hubby. I wondered if she might be up for some fun, with a man nearly twenty years older than her. My right hand dropped under the sheet and I gave my erect cock a series of slow strokes, whilst my wife slept peacefully alongside me.
Truth be told, I don’t really get along with my mother-in-law. Being a builder, I’m sure she never thought I was good enough for her daughter. So, on Tuesday morning, Christine was going to take the car and visit her mother on her own.
“Right, I’m off to see Mum. You’ll be all right on your own?” Christine asked, now fully dressed.
“I’ll be fine, I won’t starve,” I replied, looking forward to a peaceful day, sunbathing by the pool.
After breakfast, Lisa came over to our chalet, her naked body flushed in places.
“Oh, I came over to chat to Christine; I thought you two were out for the day. Your car’s gone,” Lisa explained.
Being alone with her for the first time, I thought I’d let her get a good look at my package, so I did some shameless man-spreading.
“She’s off to see her mother today and I’m going to work on my tan,” I replied.
Talking to this good-looking woman, I could feel my cock starting to fill between my spread legs. Lisa eyes flicked between my face and my hardening cock. The red patches of embarrassment (or was it arousal?), on her body got bigger. We chatted for a while, as we shamelessly showed off our assets, to each other.
“Well, you must come over for lunch with us, shall we say 12 o’clock?” she suggested.
“That would be very kind,” I replied. “And I’ll bring the wine this time” I got up, took her gently by the shoulders and kissed both her cheeks, French style. She looked at my face, then at my thick semi, then she turned on her heel and went back to her chalet and her husband.
I went for a swim to cool off, then sunbathed, admiring all the breasts, pussies and, I must confess, cocks on display. When I got back to the chalet, I took my penis in my hand and after a few strokes, of my long foreskin, I had a full hard-on.
Fortunately, at my age, I can still get rock-hard erections, something I put down to both dieting and my blood pressure medication. Lying on the bed, edging my thick cock, I was thinking about Lisa. She had been taking an over-polite interest in my fat old todger, maybe she’d like to enjoy more of it? The purple head of my cock was wet with my precum by the time I stopped. Edging and not cumming always leaves me horny, which is just how I wanted to be that lunchtime.
I got up, got a nice bottle of white wine from the fridge and walked over to their chalet, my cock flopping, from side to side, as I walked.
“Had a good morning I see,” said Charles. “You’re looking hot”. I wasn’t sure if he was talking about my light sheen of sweat or the state of my cock but I didn’t really care.
Lunch was a strip of salmon, on a bed of spring vegetables and a few new potatoes. The wine and conversation flowed. Charles started to talk about some of the people on the site, more specifically about their bodies, something I thought didn’t happen at Naturist Clubs. My wine bottle was empty and another one appeared from their fridge.
Lisa didn’t seem to mind our seedy talk, so I told them of my observations at the poolside that morning. I finished my report describing one young guy who had been openly wanking his big cock, on his sunbed, when his girlfriend was in the pool.
“Well, you’re not too shabby yourself,” Charles said, his eyes feasting on my crotch. I looked down and all this sexy talk had left me with a five-inch, veiny, semi.
You could feel the sexual tension rising amongst the three naked people around the table.
I thought to myself, what the hell. I took my cock in my left hand and pulled my foreskin back and forth over my fat cockhead. Both husband and wife watched me masturbating.
“This you mean?” I asked as I showed it off to them.
“How big does it get?” Lisa croaked. “It looks so thick.”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” I replied as I continued to slowly masturbate in front of them.
Lisa’s hand had dropped to her lap, gently circulating two fingers on her clitoris.
“Ok, then I’ll tell you what, all this sexy banter has made me wet,” Lisa purred. “So, I’ve decided. I’m going to have sex with whichever one of you two studs has the bigger cock.”
I nearly fell off my chair, I looked at my semi and his growing but still smallish dick and knew that I was going to win and claim Lisa as my prize. Charles seemed happy enough with that, so I said, “I’m up for that!” I wasn’t, not quite yet but I was heading that way.
We all retired to the chalet. Charles kissed Lisa, then I kissed her. Her body was flushed with sexual excitement and the wine. Her nipples elongated as Charles sucked on them, she looked extremely fuckable.
On the kitchen table, already prepared, were a ruler and a tape measure. These two buggers had this planned a cock comparison all along.
“Now, Gents, who wants to go first?” Lisa asked theatrically.
“It should be our guests privilege to go first,” Charles suggested.
“No,” she replied, “I already know what you’ve got. I want you to put it out there to see if Graham can beat it”.
With that, Lisa got on her haunches and took all of her husband’s dick in her mouth. From where I was standing, I got a perfect view of her wet, slightly gaping pussy, surmounted with a hard, hooded clit that she was slowly rubbing. Her big tits hung down with 3/4 inch nipples, she looked so fucking hot.
Charles had a big smile on his face, as I watched his gorgeous wife suck his cock. Much to my amazement, his penis started to grow much bigger under her ministrations. Five minutes of her skilled fellatio later and his cock was transformed. Much longer and thicker, his shaved, uncut cock had a big ridge at the bottom of his red bell-shaped knob.
Lisa took the ruler and pressed one end into his pubic bone.
“A perfect six incher!” she cried. “Hubby, you always come up trumps.”
Staggeringly, his penis had grown four times over, from a one and a half inch softie to a respectable six‐inch hard cock. I have never seen such a grower. Lisa took her tape measure and pulled it around the middle of his cock.
“I make that four and three quarter inches,” she said.
“Christ, I’ve never seen a guy grow like that,” I exclaimed. “That is quite a party trick.”
“Men underestimate me all the time, I love proving them wrong,” he boasted.
“Ok then Graham, let’s see if you can beat me?” Charles challenged me.
We men swapped places and for the first time, Lisa took hold of my throbbing cock in her right hand and inspected it, pulling my foreskin up and down.
“I love a foreskin, me” she confessed. “My hubby looks like a fucking caveman!”
With that, she licked the precum from my cock slit, before taking my fat purple knob in her sweet mouth. Her hubby looked on, his hand wanking his cock, as she worked her magic on mine.
I’ve never been over-keen on blowjobs if I’m honest, somehow it doesn’t feel quite right to me, I prefer to fuck a tight hole. Lisa was making me change my mind. A beautiful combination of licking my cockhead, cock slit and shaft, then fucking as much of my thick cock, as she could take in her mouth, had me in awe.
“Suck on his fat cock,” Charles whispered to her as she never missed a stroke.
When I was fully hard, she popped my cock out of her mouth, and carried on wanking me.
“Is that all we can expect?” she asked sweetly.
“Yep, that’s me fully hard,” I sighed.
She took the ruler and used it with experienced ease.
“Six and a quarter … ,” she started to declare, as I thrust all of my cock meat forward, as far as I could. “Six and a half inches long. Now for this impressive girth.”
Lisa wrapped the tape measure around my veiny shaft.
“Fuck! with a wonderful six inch girth. What a fucking wonderful cock, its so thick!” she cooed.
I have to say, my cock did look good, the amazing blowjob, the promise of a fuck, the look on Charles’ face knowing he had lost, all made my rhino horn of a cock stick out proud.
“Graham you are our winner,” Lisa cheered. “But I’d have fucked you anyway if you’d lost. Your cock is so hot”.
“To the victor the spoils,” Charles admitted as he resigned himself. “You won fair and square but I’m sure you won’t mind if we both share her?”
“No, not at all mate, the way your beautiful wife looks, she will need all the cock she can get,” I replied and Lisa nodded her head in agreement.
“We will be more comfortable in the bedroom,” Lisa suggested. “Give me five minutes to put some lippy on.” She winked and walked sexily away.
Charles then surprised me by reaching both hands out and wanking his own and my cock, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I’ll just warn you, she doesn’t do anal but anything else she loves,” he confided.
“Thanks for the heads up,” I replied. “I’m sure the two of us will keep her nice and busy”.
We high fived each other and Charles led me into their bedroom by the penis. Lisa was now dressed in black stockings and suspenders, lying down on the bed, legs wide apart, rubbing her clit.
“So nudists get dressed to fuck,” I thought.
Climbing between her legs I went down on her cunt. All her pussy hair had been freshly waxed and it looked so inviting. Meanwhile, Charles stood at the top of the bed and fed his circumcised penis into her willing mouth.
I sucked her clit and inner lips in and out of my mouth which made her tremor, Licking figures of eight on her clit and rubbing the tip of my tongue on her pee hole soon gave her first small cum.
We men changed position and her hubby brought his experienced mouth to bear on her favourite places while she tried to suck as much of my fat cock into her mouth as she could. Both my big hands grabbed her ample tits, pulling her onto me. My cock flopped out of her mouth and she moaned as her second cum hit. Charles knew what she liked alright.
“Ok Graham, experience tells me my wife is ready to accommodate you now,” Charles joked. “How would you like to have her?”
Him offering her to me like that got me really horny and directive.
“Lisa, I’m going to take you backwards that way I can give you the best ride of your life.” I promised.
“Charles, you lie on the bed,” I commanded showing him just where I wanted him. “Now, Lisa I want you to kneel on the bed and suck his cock while I stand at the end of the bed here and fuck you from behind.”
Husband and wife moved to just where I wanted them, with a little bit of gentle stage direction Lisa’s head engulfed her man’s cock, while I opened Lisa’s legs a little bit more. Taking hold of my thick cock I slowly masturbated to keep my erection stiff, as I examined Lisa’s quim, in detail Although, I’d had her pussy in my mouth I wanted a really good look.
Her inner lips were pouting slightly and I could see that she was really wet. The hood of her clit was pointed like an arrowhead towards the bed. The bulb of her clitoris, which she was already rubbing, was peeking out of its hood.
Next, I inspected her forbidden hole, pink-brown, sweetly puckered. I really enjoy anal sex with a woman, Christine, and I used to incorporate this in our love making on occasion, but I know enough not to play there, unless you are asked to and anyway her hubby had already warned me to keep off.
It was a year since my last fuck, one of my regular customers had put out for me when I gave her a discount on her bill. I could see and smell that Lisa was ready to fuck and God, I needed to fuck as well but we had all day, so why rush?
Christine used to love me to rub my fat knob on her clitoris and once in a while, slide the purple end of my cock into her vulva, enough for her to feel my girth but not to enter her, so I tried it on Lisa. She responded by taking her mouth off her husband’s rampant dick and look back at me pleading with her eyes for more cock.
“Fuck me hard Graham,” she pleaded before fellating her hubby again.
Naughtily, I had other ideas. I continued to rub my cock slit on the hood of her clit, slowly increasing the pressure I applied to it, then I’d stop and slide a bit more of my fat cock into her hot wet hole. Just five minutes of teasing, like this, gave her a shaking orgasm, which must have felt great for Charles, as she continued to suck his cock.
“Are you going to fuck her or not?” her impatient husband questioned.
“Don’t worry, that comes next. Why don’t you slide over here and watch the fun,” I replied.
Her hubby slid off the bed and stood beside me looking at his wife’s pussy with my purple knob head at the entrance. I reached around to her clit, with my left hand and rubbed figures of eight on her hood, as I started to ease my thick cock into her love hole.
Slowly, both Charles and I watched as I pushed on slowly forward and Lisa pushed back, as inch by inch my old todger eased it’s way into her tight cunt. By now, she was very wet and we had all the natural pussy juice we needed to lubricate our breeding.
“At last!” Lisa moaned. “You feel fucking huge.”
A lot is said about a long cock but nothing pleases women more than a thick one.
Once I was fully in, I started a slow fuck. As I pulled my cock out, you could see Lisa’s pussy lips being dragged out with my cock.
“Fuck! That’s hot, seeing you pulling her insides out,” Charles said, sounding jealous, his hard cock now just two inches from mine.
“God, he’s so thick,” she told her husband when I was finally buried into her up to my balls.
Trying to juggle rubbing her clit with my left hand, tweaking her long right nipple with my right hand and changing the speed, depth and angle of my thrusts with my cock wasn’t easy. As we fucked, I swear, I could feel the slit, on the tip of my cockhead, repeatedly kiss her cervix, as I pushed deeply in again and again. We two were really made for each other. Truly, I was her Mr. Snugfit.
Ten minutes of this fat cock fucking was all both of us could take.
“I’m going to cum!” Lisa gasped as her orgasm built.
“Me too,” I replied.
I had controlled myself long enough, so as she peaked, her contractions brought about my own climax and I was in heaven as my cock ejaculated string after string of my cum deep into her quim.
Standing behind me, Charles would have been able to see my balls, pumping my cumshot into his wife. Thirty seconds more thrusting and I pulled my cock out of her dripping love hole, only for it to be immediately replaced by her husband’s cock.
“Got to love a buttered bun,” he joked as he rode his well-fucked wife.
I watched, as he pulled his cock almost entirely out, then thrust back into her time and again. I watched them fuck from behind and I used my hand on the base of his cock to push him deeper into his beautiful wife. Interestingly, the corona at the base of his cockhead was doing a great job of pulling my cum out of her vagina, only to be replaced by his when he too finally shot his load, five minutes later.
The room stank of sex.
Lisa turned on to her back in a post coital reverie as we two men watched as our mixed cream pie drip out of her gaping cunt.
“Wow, what a fuck!” Lisa panted. “Thanks for a lovely fuck, Graham.”
Then she kissed me.
Charles didn’t seem to bothered about Lisa not thanking him.
“Christ, I’d love to go again but Christine will be back soon,” I apologized.
“Not to worry, you two fuckers have left me a bit sore for Round Two anyway,” she confessed. “You made me feel so full Graham, fucking amazing!”
With that she gave my softening cock a few licks with her pink tongue.
Lisa kissed both her lovers and went into the bathroom to clean herself up.
When Lisa came back, we all agreed that Christine did not need to know how we had spent the afternoon.
Charles said he would show me out.
As I left their chalet, I genuinely thanked Charles for his generosity in sharing his table, bed and wife with me.
“You earned it, mate, with that fat cock of yours,” he replied.
Walking back to our chalet, I felt ten years younger.
The generosity shown to old people always amazes me.
