This is the third story in this series. I'm growing fond of this couple and would love to really meet them. The sexual activity in this story takes place between people aged over sixty. None involves anyone under eighteen.
"Bye Geoff. See you later. And thanks for letting me share the video." With those words my wife, Marie, left to meet 'the girls' for their fortnightly catch up at the local pub.
None of the girls will ever see sixty again but neither will Marie or I. She is a short 5'2", voluptuous woman with mediterranean colouring and clear skin that makes her look ten years, rather than two months, younger than me. She has glorious, full breasts with dark brown nipples that have barely dropped over the past fifty years. She keeps her silky hair at shoulder length and we pretend to ignore the fact she maintains her dark brown colour with regular trips to her hairdresser.
My wife read my last story and was very annoyed at the way I described myself as unexceptional. At her insistence I will be less self-deprecating.
I retired early from my job managing a research team developing high temperature ceramics. And, no that doesn't mean I made teapots. I am 5'10" tall and keep fit by walking and swimming. I'm quite broad around the chest and shoulders, probably a legacy from playing seniors' club rugby into my fifties, and my waist has only thickened a little. I have my grey hair groomed very short at the sides and I shave the top. I have blue eyes which she claims can peer into her soul.
She also instructed me to make it clear that my gentleman's sausage is nicely in proportion with the rest of my body and, as a short lady, much more of it would be too much. My wife insists I am in excellent shape for a man of my age.
As to the video. Well... As a result of a slight misunderstanding on the part of her friend, Lucy, or 'the dingbat' as I call her, Marie and I video recorded ourselves having the most incredible sex of our lives just two weeks ago. I dumped the files from my phone and my tablet onto the laptop and edited them into a single, explicit twenty minute video, complete with my semen oozing from my wife's vagina as an epilogue. The editing took me four hours and I was erect the whole time.
Given that Marie apparently tells the girls everything anyway, she had my blessing, if she chose, to show them the video on her phone. She's normally gone for about three hours or so, which I filled that evening by running to the local pool, swimming a few dozen lengths and running home. I showered and sorted my evening meal out then sat with a book until she got home.
I heard her come in just after seven, as usual, and waited for her to hang her coat up. When she came into the living room I couldn't read her mood so I asked how her evening had gone. She burst into tears. Now, Marie is a complicated woman with a gallic passion: I've seen her angry, determined, hurt, even vengeful, but it had been years since I'd seen her sobbing like this.
I sat her down and waited for her to collect herself before interrogating her. So, once she was composed I invited her to share. I'll tell the story in her words.
"I got to the pub just after four. Megan and Jo were already there and Lucy came in before I even got to the bar. I turned and gave Lucy the biggest hug ever and kissed her, smack on the lips. 'That's from me and Geoff,' I said, leaving her standing bewildered in the middle of the pub while I went to the bar. She looked over to Megan and Jo who just shook their heads. 'What did I do to deserve that?' She pleaded, to anyone. Jo suggested that dementia may have turned me lesbian but Megan argued that me being demented wouldn't explain why you were grateful.
Then Kate came in with a younger woman and introduced her as her daughter, Sam. Angie came in last a couple of minutes after that. It took a few minutes to get settled wth drinks and introduce ourselves to Sam. Then Kate said, 'Girls. Is it okay if Sam joins us regularly? Her son has left for university in America, so the only reason for her to stay with her knob-head of a husband has gone. She's moved in with me for the forseeable future.'
'Thank God,' said Angie, who has no filter, as you know. 'Some new topics for conversation. Speaking of which.' She looked at me. 'How are you fuck-bunnies getting along? Anything new you'd like to share?'
Well, I was torn. I had my phone with the video burning a hole in my pocket, but how to I explain that to Sam, a complete stranger? 'Hi, I'm Marie. Do you want to see a video of my husband fucking me senseless? If you wait until the very end you can watch his cum dribbling out of my twat.'
Angie must have seen something in my expression. 'You have, haven't you? You dirty little tart!' She grinned. 'Did you let him up your bum? Or did you do it in Tesco's car park?'
'Glad you came now?' Kate asked Sam. 'It used to be refined until Marie rediscovered sex a few weeks ago, now it's just non-stop filth: it's a massive improvement.'
'I wasn't really keen on joining you tonight,' Sam piped up. 'But mum said you were all good for a laugh. I was actually worried it would all be about bus passes and crochet'.
Angie snorted. 'The only way that will happen is if that mucky bitch,' nods at me. '...starts crocheting orgasms on the express bus to Durham.'
So I reminded them about Lucy's advice to open an OnlyFans account. 'You didn't, did you? Are your tits on-line now?' Exploded Angie with her trademark filthy laugh.
That was my opening. 'Not quite,' I said, taking my phone out and looking furtively round the bar to see if anyone was paying attention. None of the handful of afternoon drinkers were in the slightest bit interested so I teed up the video and passed the phone to Jo on the opposite side of the table. 'When you're ready ladies.'
There was an undignified scramble for a good spot on the curved
corner bench seat beside Jo, and when they were settled she pressed Play. They all went very quiet, except for Angie who maintained a running commentary and kept score of my orgasms.
My friends watched as we caressed each other, as I took you deeper into my throat than ever before, as you licked my twat from bum-hole to clit, how you tongued me and fingered me to orgasm and then fucked me three ways to another three orgasms. They sat in silence, even Angie, as your cum leaked out of me, then they let out a collective sigh.
'Fuuuck!' Said Angie as the video ended. 'I wanna do that.' I looked across the table and realised that I was the only one with a functional husband: Kate and Jo are widows, Sam has just left her husband, Lucy is married to an arsehole, Megan's husband is much older than her and impotent and Angie is divorced.
'What's up, Babe?' Said Angie as the realisation struck me.