A couple of years ago, I got tired of people half my age telling me how to do my job when I'd been doing it since most of them were in diapers. There were several alternatives from which to choose, most of which would have been considered antisocial. A couple of my favorites at the time were decidedly illegal. After careful consideration of the consequences of these and at the urging of my wife, Jenny, I took a look at my finances and decided I could retire.
So, one day I was sixty-two and unhappily employed, and the next, I was free to do anything I wanted. I fixed things that had needed fixing for years, played my old accordion until Jenny said she was going to burn it, and went fishing every Wednesday. In between, I chased Jenny around the house. We've always both loved sex, so Jenny didn't mind all the attention.
After a couple of months, the things that needed fixing were all fixed, my accordion was once again safe in the hall closet, and it was too hot to fish. All I had to do then was chase Jenny. She didn't mind having sex on the pool table, or being bent over the back of the love seat. I think she got a real kick out of straddling me while I lay on my weight bench too, but when I tried to get in the shower with her one afternoon, she sighed.
"Sam, I like all the attention, I really do, but Tiffany will be here in an hour for coffee. I need to take a shower and get ready."
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Tiffany is Tiffany Taylor, a fifty-five year old with dark auburn hair who would probably have qualified as a trophy wife if the term had been around when she married Tom. I'm sure that's what Tom was looking for. Tom's an OK guy, but he's really wrapped up in his job and presenting the image he thinks that job demands, so much so that it's impossible to hold a conversation with him. As far as I know, he doesn't do anything but work. If he isn't checking his tablet for stock quotes, he's answering his smart phone and solving some problem at the office. I don't think I've ever seen him in anything but a suit and tie or some high-priced golf clothes. Tom has never picked up a club that I know of but he likes to look like he does.
Tiffany fits the image Tom wants to present. She always dresses to show off her assets like most women do, but Tiffany does it like a fashion model. The tops she wears are tight enough and cut low enough to pull a man's eyes right to her cleavage, low enough to make most women a little jealous, but not so low as to earn her the label of "slutty".
Tiffany doesn't have to do anything to get that cleavage because Tiffany is very nicely endowed. If I hadn't accidentally bumped into her one day, I'd have sworn her breasts were not all her, but they felt just like Jenny's when she mashed them into my chest, only bigger...lots bigger. Her ass isn't big by any means, but it's wide enough to look very female, and it was an ass I'd have loved to get my hands on. Tiffany's long, slender legs do wonders for any dress, but when she sheaths them in black nylon and puts on heels, she's more seductive than any woman has a right to be.
There's a little secret in Tiffany's life, though...she likes girls as well as men, and she likes Jenny in particular because Jenny introduced her to the pleasures one woman can give another. It was one of those happy accidents that sometimes happen.
One night when Tom was out of town, Tiffany came over to watch TV. She and Jenny are both infatuated by anything to do with vampires, and there was a popular series on that night. I went out to my workshop to watch my own TV there.
As Jenny told me later, during the show, two of the vampire girls kissed each other. Tiffany giggled and asked Jenny what she thought that would feel like.
Jenny innocently said, "Well Sam's not here. I guess we could find out."
Tiffany didn't know what she was getting herself into. Jenny has liked girls since that vacation to Tampa.
We met Jill and Troy there through a couple who were mutual friends. Jill and Troy were a little younger than us, but we hit it off and had dinner with them one night. In the course of conversation, we learned they were nudists. It was with more than a little reluctance we accepted their invitation to join them at a clothing optional beach not far from the hotel.
Jill and Troy were no strangers to this beach and steered us to a spot behind a low sand dune. We spread out our blanket and sat down, that is, Jenny and I sat down. Jill and Troy stripped to the skin before joining us on the blanket. Jill finally convinced Jenny that nobody would see us because of the dune, and she took off her top. As she was peeling the bottom of her suit off her sexy ass, she looked at me and asked what I was waiting for. I grudgingly took off my trunks.
Jill was absolutely gorgeous with her totally tanned body. Her breasts weren't all that big, but they were nearly perfect and her ass was a wonder to behold. I was soon trying unsuccessfully to hide my stiff cock, and Jill thought it was funny. She giggled and said I'd get used to seeing naked women after a while. I was hoping that was true, but with Jill sitting across from me with her legs open, all I could think about was how her shaved pussy would feel around my cock.
I know Jenny was thinking the same about Troy. His tan didn't stop anywhere either, even on his cock, and it was that cock that grabbed Jenny's attention. It wasn't any longer than mine, but it was as thick as a ring bologna. I saw her slowly lick her top lip and then innocently scratch her left nipple. Jenny was getting aroused.
We were on the second round of beers we'd brought along when Jill asked Jenny if she'd ever watched another couple have sex. Jenny said she'd seen a porn film or two.
"No, I mean really, like in the same room with them."
Jenny blushed and said no, she hadn't.
"Would you like to? We think it's really erotic for someone to watch us. We'd invite you to join us, if you'd like. If you don't want to do either, that's OK too. We'll just sit here and talk."
Jenny has always been adventurous where sex is concerned, and I could tell she was interested, but a little hesitant because of the setting.
"You mean you'd do it right here, out in the open?"
Jill chuckled.
"Yeah, right here on the sand. Nobody else'll see us because we're behind this sand dune. Don't tell me you wouldn't like to see Troy hard. I saw how your mouth fell open when he pulled off his trunks."
Without waiting for an answer, Jill reached over and wrapped her slender fingers around Troy's cock. He smiled at Jenny and then laid back on the blanket. Jill moved a little closer, bent down, and gave his cock head a kiss. Jenny's eyes were glued to Troy's swelling monster, so she didn't see him slide his fingers between Jill's thighs. Jill stopped for a moment, opened her thighs a little wider, and then wrapped her lips around Troy's cock again.
I'm sure it took longer than it seemed, but it wasn't long before Jill threw one leg over Troy, straddled him, and started to impale herself on that thick shaft. It took her a few short strokes to get it all in, but once she did, Jill sat there for a moment and then started riding him.
His size did some really neat things to Jill's shaved pussy. She was stretched tight, and when she stoked down, her long inner lips sort of stuck to his shaft and then disappeared inside her. When she lifted herself up, they came back out and slid along his wet cock like a second skin.
Jill was getting there fast. She gasped every time she bottomed out on Troy's cock, and shuddered when she pulled her tightly stretched pussy up. Troy reached up, grabbed one of Jill's rigid nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolled it and then pulled. Jill slammed herself down over his cock so hard we heard the slap of her ass cheeks hitting his thighs.
Troy twisted both her nipples and then lifted them up. Jill's breasts were hanging by her nipples when Troy wiggled his hands. Jill thew back her head and moaned, "Oh Baby, don't stop."
Troy shook his hands again and Jill began to rock her hips over his cock. Another shake and she cried out, then gasped and ground her pussy down as far as she could get it. Troy groaned, then arched his back. We could see his hips pumping as he shot his load into Jill.
When Jill stopped panting, she leaned forward and dangled her breasts over Troy's face. He sucked gently on each nipple as Jill eased herself off his cock. Then she rolled beside him and facing us again.
"God, that was fantastic. What'd you think, Jenny?"
Jenny was sitting there with her fingers lightly touching her pussy and a far-away look on her eyes. I knew that look. If we'd been at home, she'd have been climbing all over me and trying her best to get my cock inside her.
"I -- I, uh -- yes, it looked like fun."
Jill grinned. "I'd let you try him but... well we don't switch partners. I hope you can understand."
