A few years ago, when I was about thirty-seven, I went out of state on a maintenance job. It was supposed to take a couple of weeks. It ended up taking considerably longer, more like three months.
My initial accommodation wasn’t perfect. For the two weeks, I would have stuck with it, but not for months. I looked around and found a lovely self-contained flat for rent. An addon to a house owned by an elderly couple, Rose and Tim.
I settled in and loved the place. I had privacy when I wanted, and Tim and Rose, my hosts, for company. I didn’t even have to make or get dinner most nights. I had an open invitation for dinner from Rose.
My lovely wife, Cheryl, and I spoke by video most nights. We had always been very sexual, so our videos became no more than sex over the internet. Jerking myself and watching Cheryl using her toys was the highlight of my day.
One evening, Tim and I were talking over a few beers. Rose, a slight, shy lady with white curly hair, was there but kept herself to herself.
Tim came straight out with an unexpected question, “What are you doing about sex?”
I thought my ears were playing tricks, “Pardon?”
“Sex,” Tim said. “You have been here nearly a month, and you haven’t brought anyone home.”
“I’m married,” I told him and glanced over at Rose. She glanced up from her book and smiled.
“I know you are married, but a young man like you needs some pussy.”
“I’m doing okay, thank you,” I lied. Still amazed at Tim’s openness in front of his wife.
Tim didn’t let it go. “You shouldn’t have to jerkoff. Find yourself a woman?”
I thanked Tim for his concern and repeated I was alright.
“Nonsense,” Tim said. “Rose, come over here.” Rose put her book down and stood by Tim’s side. “Rose will give you a blowjob. Save you straining your wrist.”
I was stunned by Tim’s offer and didn’t know what to say. My lack of a response, for some reason, encouraged Tim. “Go on, Rose, suck his dick.”
Rose knelt in front of me. She took some persuading, but finally, I convinced her and Tim I was okay. I made the excuse I was tired and should go to bed. On my way out, Tim said I needed a woman to look after me.
Back in my flat, I poured myself a whisky and slugged it down. The second went the same way. I sat on the bed for a while, pondering what Tim had said. “What a thing to do. Tell your wife to blow another guy,” I thought. Then I wondered if I would have the same reaction if Rose were my age with a knockout figure.” I shook my head, “What are you thinking?”
I opened my computer and rang Cheryl. We were just getting down to it when there was a knock on my door.
“Hold that thought,” I said to Cheryl. She was about to tell me how she was going to fuck me when I got home.
I opened the door, and Rose was standing there. “Tim told me to come down, in case you had changed your mind.”
“Thanks, Rose, but no, thank you. Would you mind I am speaking to my wife?”
Rose looked disappointed, “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
“Who was that?” Cheryl asked when I got back on the computer.
“Rose, the old lady that owns the flat.”
“Hmm, it was, was it. Are you fucking the landlady to get cheaper rent?”
“Don’t be silly, Cheryl, but I’ll tell you something.”
“You are fucking her and not getting cheap rent,” Cheryl joked.
“Cheryl, listen, you won’t believe this. Her husband, Tim, I told you about him, questioned me why I hadn’t had a woman around.”
“That’s good to know. You haven’t, I mean.”
“Cheryl, please. He offered me, Rose.” Cheryl assumed it was to fuck. “No, to give me a blowjob. That’s why she was knocking on the door to ask if I had changed my mind.”
“You should take them up on the offer.”
“You are joking.” I couldn’t believe Cheryl said that and asked why she would say such a thing.
“You haven’t had any pussy for some time.” Cheryl looked concerned. “Have you?”
“No, of course not.”
“You had better not.” Cheryl smiled at me. “We find it hard to go a day without fucking. It’s been nearly a month. I do worry, and you will cheat.”
I told Cheryl there was no way I would never cheat on her. She said, “If you did, and all due respect to Rose, I would prefer it was her and not some young piece of ass, with big tits and a tight cunt.”
We laughed, but I got the feeling Cheryl meant what she said.
In the next three days, I worked long hours. We fitted a crucial component into a piece of machinery. I didn’t see Tim or Rose. The fourth day was a testing day; I wasn’t part of the crew, so I finished early.
I had a quick beer in a bar and went back to the flat. Rose was there cleaning and doing the dishes I hadn’t had time to do. She apologized for being there and said she would come back later to finish the little she had left.
“Don’t be silly. I appreciate what you have done. Everything looks fine. Sit down and have a drink with me.”
“That would be nice,” Rose said.
I had coffee ready before she finished. I examined Rose’s body more closely while she worked and concluded, all things considered, she was a good looking woman. The business about the blowjob still puzzled me.
“There,” Rose said. “All finished. Tim is out and won’t be back for a while. You don’t have anything a bit stronger than coffee, do you?”
Cunning Rose knew I had. She had cleaned the top where my bottle of whisky was sitting.
I poured us both a glass, “Cheers,” I toasted.
We sipped our way through the first glass, and I poured another.
“Rose, can I ask a personal question?”
“You want to know about the other night,” Rose guessed.
“I was going to ask your age, but yes, why would Tim offer you to give me a blowjob?”
Rose was brief, “Seventy-one, and because I love sucking cock and the taste of cum.”
I wasn’t ready for that and coughed into my drink. It wasn’t only Rose’s directness. I would never have guessed she was seventy-one.
“Tim suffers from ED, but before that, I used to blow him as often as fuck him. There is something about having a cock down your throat. I do enjoy it in my pussy, don’t get me wrong. In my ass too, for that matter, but the taste of cock and cum, that’s something else. Tim will take a pill every so often, but he thought a young man like you would give me what I need. A stiff cock and a pair of balls full of white nectar.”
I listened to this shy, quiet elderly lady in wonderment. I also found out she can hold my liquor.
“What time is it?” Rose asked.
“After five.”
“Tim will be home soon. I better start preparing dinner.”
I walked Rose to the door and couldn’t help checking her ass. She turned and asked if I would do her a favor.
I could see two small bumps in Rose’s sweater. They were low down on her chest. “Sure. Anything,” I said, looking at Roses nipples.
“Come to dinner tonight. Tell Tim you have reconsidered and would like to take him up on his offer.” Rose covered my crotch with her hand. “Please,” she said softly.
As Rose walked away, my phone vibrated. It was Cheryl, with some news. She was going to fly in, in a few days for a visit.
“That’s great. I can’t wait.”
Somehow Cheryl picked something up from my tone and asked if everything was okay. I spilled the beans about Rose ad what she had asked me to do.
“You should,” Cheryl said, astonishing me. “It’s been a long time. I know you would say the same to me.”
“No, I wouldn’t. I don’t want anyone touching you.”
“Okay, I will leave it up to you. Just remember I have thought about it, and you have my permission.”
The call ended there. Cheryl had to go.
I went straight to the shower and ran cold water over my rockhard shaft. I contemplated not going for dinner, but that wouldn’t be polite. If I did go and not ask Tim, I would be insulting Rose.
I decided to go and see how things panned out. At least I had Cheryl’s blessing. She wouldn’t say anything like that if she didn’t mean it.
Rose opened the door. She looked different. She wore a shorter skirt than usual, a crop top, and lipstick. I had never seen Rose with lipstick on before. Most noticeable was how Rose’s breasts hung. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
We stopped at the living room door, “Tim is in a good mood,” Rose said. “I told him I wanted him to go down on me after you leave. That’s why I dressed like this. It gets Tim horny. I’m not wearing panties either if you are interested.”
I was becoming used to Rose’s carefree attitude, but it made my mind up. I knew what I was going to do. During dinner, my dick was stiff, and so were Rose’s nipples. After dinner, it took until the second beer before I plucked the courage up to ask.
“Errm, Tim, what you said, would you mind…”
“I knew your hand would get tired. You want a blowjob.”
“If you don’t mind?”
“Mind, of course not. Rose, suck his dick.” Rose walked over and put her hands on my knees. “Before you start, Rose, take your top off. He has been staring at your tits all night. You may as well let him see them in the flesh.”
Rose took her top off and knelt between my legs. She smiled at me and whispered, “I told you he was in a good mood,” and then she winked at me.
I sat back and enjoyed the most amazing blowjob I had ever had. My cock was in Rose’s throat when I throbbed the first shot of cum. Rose took as much as she could directly down her throat, the rest in her mouth.
I was still recovering when Tim said, “Let him feel your tits, Rose.”
I managed one hand on Rose’s left breast.
“Shall I let him suck on a nipple?” Rose asked Tim.
“Why not?”
Rose straddled me and pushed her nipple onto my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth.
“He can’t see. Be quick, finger me,” Rose whispered in my ear.
I put my hand under Rose’s skirt and pushed my finger into her hole.
“That’s wasn’t the one I meant, silly, but it will do.”
I fingered Rose’s asshole and sucked her nipples until Tim said, “Come, on, you two. That’s enough.”
Tim said they were having an early night. He told Rose to go to bed, and he would see me out. Tim hurried me to the door.
“Sorry,” Tim said, “But Rose will be waiting with her legs open. She wants me to eat her cunt. You understand.”
I walked back to my room with a satisfied smile and couldn’t wait to get on the computer and tell Cheryl. I omitted to tell her I had suckled on Rose’s tit’s and put my finger up her ass. I promised myself I would confess to her later.
The next morning I got an early call. Testing hadn’t gone to plan, and I could have the day off.
I was sitting outside my door, enjoying a few rays when Tim walked up, “Did you enjoy yourself last night?” he asked.
“Very much. Rose certainly knows what she is doing. How was your evening when I left?”
Tim grinned and told me he could still taste Rose.
“I’d like to chat,” Tim said. “But I am meeting some of the boys. We are playing poker today.” Tim looked at me inquisitively, “You know what I would do if I were you?”
“I don’t, Tim. What would you do?”
“I would be out there finding a nice piece of ass.”
I smiled and watched Tim drive off.
“You are right, Tim. I should get some pussy,” I said out loud.
“Did you say something?”
I looked over, and Rose was coming down the path.
“Your husband just told me to get some pussy.”
“And where will you go to get that?”
“I don’t have to go anywhere. Get inside and get your clothes off.”
Rose walked past me and into the flat. I watched Rose strip naked while I took my clothes off. I knew she had a decent pair of tits, but naked, she more than filled my expectations. She got on the bed and posed with her legs open.
“Would you mind cumming in my mouth?” Rose asked.
“I’m going to cum in your cunt or your ass. Depending on where my cock is at the time. Then when I fuck you again, I’ll cum in your mouth.”
“Fair enough,” Rose agreed.
I got on the bed and mounted Rose and couldn’t believe how wet she was. She told me later she cheated. Rose had seen my car. She knew I was still home and had lubed herself before coming over.
We both had the same idea.
Rose and I spent the morning fucking. I came in her pussy first and then, as promised, her mouth. The third time I was in her ass, but I gave her another mouthful.
We went out for lunch and back into bed when we returned. I was pleasantly tired that evening, but Tim insisted Rose give me a blowjob.
Rose and I fucked when we could, and then came the day Cheryl was arriving. I was apprehensive. I still hadn’t told Cheryl everything that happened the first night, let alone I was fucking Rose.
I picked Cheryl up from the airport and headed straight back to the flat. On the door was a note, “What does it say?” Cheryl asked.
I tore the note from the door and read it out, “When you two have finished fucking, come up for dinner. Don’t take too long; dinner will get cold. Cheryl’s pussy won’t.”
Cheryl laughed, “We had better get started then, hadn’t we.”
We only managed to get partially undressed before I was in Cheryl’s sopping pussy. It was a fantastic feeling being back inside Cheryl.
I said we should stay, but Cheryl insisted we go for dinner. She wanted to meet Rose and Tim. The evening went well. Rose’s meal was as delicious as ever. Good conversation and no tension. Everyone got along.
As usual, we had a drink after dinner. The only difference was Rose sat with us and not in her chair reading. When Cheryl thanked Tim and Rose for looking after me, the evening turned on its head. Tim said they hadn’t done anything special and not to mention it again.
“No, I am grateful. I know what you did, and I would like to repay your generosity.” There were questioning looks around the table. “I know about the blowjob, and I want to repay your kindness.”
“Cheryl, what are you saying?” I asked puzzled.
“I want to give Tim a blowjob.”
Luckily I was sitting, and there was stunned silence. Rose broke it and said she didn’t mind, but there was one problem. Rose explained to Cheryl Tim’s problem.
“I like eating pussy,” Tim dropped into the mix.
“Fair enough,” Cheryl said, and she took her dress off and then dropped her panties. She laid on the sofa, one foot on the armrest the other on the floor, “Come on, Tim,” she said, inviting him between her open legs.
Tim didn’t need a second request. He almost ran to Cheryl and buried his head between her legs. It took mere seconds before Cheryl was screeching, “Yes, there. Oh fuck. Yes.” Cheryl continued vocalizing her pleasure until she shook her head from side to side and shrieked, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Fuuuck.” Tim didn’t stop and brought Cheryl off several more times.
Cheryl looked exhausted but serene. Her eyes were glazed and looked wanting. Rose had my cock in her hand the whole time we watch Tim pleasuring Cheryl.
“I really do need to stick my cock into someone,” I said, hoping Tim would offer Rose.
To my dismay, Tim said, “I’m sure that’s what Cheryl wants too, but would you mind doing it here so Rose and I can watch?”
Cheryl had come around. “Why not. Let them watch Honey, but you had better fuck me good.”
Cheryl and I fucked. Our first position was reverse cowgirl so that Rose and Tim could see me enter Cheryl. I undid her bra so Tim could watch Cheryl’s tits bounce around as she did on my cock. When I did Cheryl doggy, Rose and Tim stood at the side of the sofa. Rose got Tim’s dick out. There was a slight semblance of stiffness, but not much. Cheryl didn’t care; she welcomed it into her mouth.
Cheryl was on my lap cowgirl when I felt rumblings in my balls. Rose and Tim were sitting on either side of us.
“I can feel he is close. Rose, do you want his cum?”
“Yes, please,” Rose said, and my cock went from Cheryl’s cunt to Rose’s mouth.
Rose sucked me until I came. Then Tim shouted, “Holy fuck.” I looked, and Cheryl had his dick in her mouth. He had managed to ejaculate from a semi-hard cock.
Rose sounded as if she was panicking, “Don’t swallow,” she shouted. She kissed Cheryl, and they both enjoyed whatever Tim had deposited into Cheryl’s mouth.
Eventually, after Tim’s finger fucked Cheryl, she and I went back to the flat. When we got into bed, I was given firm instructions not to go anywhere near Cheryl’s pussy.
The next morning was different. Cheryl climbed onto my morning wood before I was awake.
We had breakfast on the outdoor glass top table. The conversation inevitably went to what happened. Cheryl told me she had intended on sucking Tim’s cock no matter what. The rest was unexpected, but she loved every minute.
Then surprise, Cheryl said, “It’s a pity about Tim. I would love him to fuck me.”
“What?” exploded out of my mouth.
“I would like Tim to fuck me. The poor guy doesn’t get much, if anything, and the way he treated my pussy last night. That deserves repayment. Besides, you have fucked Rose, why shouldn’t I Tim?”
I didn’t deny it. There didn’t seem any point. “Tim can get it up with the aid of a pill,” I told Cheryl.
“Well then, when we see him later, I’ll ask him to take one. In the meantime, I am ready for another good fucking.”
I hadn’t been inside Cheryl for very long when the slider opened. It was Rose. I couldn’t tell if what she was wearing was a long tee-shirt or a nighty. What I did know she didn’t have a bra on or panties. I could see the shadow of her areola and pubes.
“Would you mind? It’s Tim. He needs your help quickly.”
It sounded urgent. I put a pair of pants on, Cheryl her sweater, but no panties. We rushed upstairs to find Tim laying proudly on his bed, naked, and his hand wrapped around his raging hard cock.
There was so much delight on Cheryl’s face. Her sweater was off, and she had Tim’s cock in her mouth. Not for long, she straddled him sinking his shaft deep inside her.
“He took a pill,” Rose said. “We have just finished fucking.”
“Does that mean you’re not ready to…”
Rose didn’t give me time to finish, “Hell no. I’m ready when you are.”
“I’m as stiff as a board,” I bragged.
Rose and I were on the bed fucking next to Cheryl and Tim in seconds. We got in each other’s way a couple of times, but a good fuck was had by all.
When Tim came, he went straight down on Cheryl. I had never done that, but I followed Tim’s example when I shot my load.
Much later, when we exited the bedroom, Rose told Cheryl Tim had taken a pill.
“How long will it last?” Cheryl queried.
“Seventy-two hours,” Tim answered proudly.
Cheryl smiled and joked she was looking forward to getting fucked stupid. Although she was only there for two more days.
Tim put me to shame. His cock was solid and ready before mine. Cheryl excused them both and went back to the bedroom.
“I have to go out. Would you mind coming with me? I promise it won’t be dull.”
We went back into the bedroom so that Rose could get a dress.
“I’m just getting a dress,” Rose said softly.
Cheryl and Tim didn’t acknowledge our presence. They were too busy fucking each other.
Rose and I showered in my flat. When she put the dress on, it showed a whole lot of thigh. It was short enough to get my hand below the hem and then up to feel Rose’s pussy, without stretching.
“Are you ready?” Rose asked. I naively asked Rose if she was going to wear underwear. “Why? I want this shopping trip to be different.”
On the drive to the store, Rose told me she had always wanted to be naughty in public but never had. By the time we returned home, among other things, I had fingered Rose in the supermarket and lifted her dress, baring her ass while she walked down the confectionery aisle. While we had coffee, I openly felt Rose’s breasts.
From then on and until Cheryl left, it was one long fuck fest. Tim did fuck his wife, but his cock concentrated more on Cheryl’s cunt.
When I eventually got home, Rose sucked my cock more times than it went in her pussy or ass, and her mouth was the place of preference to deposit my cream.
