I have been married to my wife Louise, for nearly forty years. Our sex life has been great. Although she appears timid and doesn't ever initiate sex, she always enjoys what we do. She is a few years older than me and has had more sexual partners. However, I think my sexual knowledge outstripped hers, by some way. Thanks in great part, to my parents 'Joy of Sex' book and their porn collection.
You couldn't describe either of us, as anything other than average. I'm five feet eight and relatively slim, due to playing running, most of my life. Grey hair from an early age, something I got from my parents. From what I can tell, an average six inch endowment, uncircumcised with a slight bend to the left. Louise is four inches shorter than me. Dark hair streaked with grey. She has had lots of hairstyles over the years but now wears it quite short. Her boobs were never what you could call perky. They are now quite large but haven't sagged too much, nice nipples though. A bit of a belly, like most but you wouldn't call her fat. A bit like her hairstyles, her pubic hair has ranged from bushy to shaved and currently trimmed. She does have a very nice bum and legs. Although, she thinks her legs are too thin.
We have done a lot of experimentation, over the years we have been together. Most things we tried were enjoyable, some have stayed in our repertoire, others discarded, due to our physical inability or lack of enjoyment. Both of us are capable of multiple orgasms during a good session. The frequency of our sessions has reduced over time, as with any ageing couple. The quality has remained. That is where we were, until recently.
Our next door neighbours put their house on the market, to move closer to their daughter. Several people came to look at the house. The couple who bought it, appeared to be of a similar age to us. We invited them in for a drink, to welcome them to the area. They had moved hundreds of miles, to find some peace and quiet in the countryside. They had actually done the opposite the previous couple. Their daughter had moved to our local town for work. Now retired, they had followed. We got on well enough. James, like me played a lot of sport and was still playing tennis. Slim but with more hair and less grey than myself. Katherine made them look somewhat like a cartoon couple. A large lady, with dark hair and brown eyes.
It became clear, over the first few weeks, that she in particular, was a late riser. I would often take in parcels for them. Even by mid morning, there was little activity next door. I would knock on the door with a package for them, she would answer the door in her dressing gown. From time to time, he would be the same. I assumed they were night owls. We continued to have drinks evenings, either with a buffet or dinner. Nice relaxed time, far more sociable than the previous occupants.
I began to pick up on little things, the more time went on. The hint of flesh below the dressing gown. Was that the edge of a nipple? The flesh of her leg, the edge of her pants. I told Louise about what I was seeing. She took a few things round and was getting the same show. We smiled as we handed things over and became more overt in our staring. This created a sort of non verbal communication. The more we aimed our eyes away from her face, the more she would show us. From our door, to get to theirs, we would pass their lounge window. The curtains had normally been closed, until the two of them were dressed. This stopped being the case. We would occasionally see a bare boob, in the opening of her gown, as we passed.
Louise was the first to get a full on flash. The upper part of Katherine's dressing gown, open on one side, a dark pointy nipple in the open. Louise pointed.
"Naughty little thing, trying to escape." Katherine said.
"Not so little."
A couple of days later, I took round a hedge trimmer which James wanted to borrow. I'd knocked but didn't get a reply. The box was heavy, with the long flex inside. I put it down on the doorstep. I was just leaving. The door opened and Katherine bent to pick up the box. Both breasts hanging free. What is more, her belt was hardly tied, a large patch of black pubic hair, clear to see below her belly.
"You'll catch cold."
"Volunteering to warm me up?"
Without waiting for my response she took the box inside and closed the door. Louise sounded really interested in the development. Especially about the amount of pubic hair. More than she had ever sported.
There are only three houses in our little group, located down a country lane. There is farm land all round us. The third house is occupied by an old couple, in their nineties. They should have moved somewhere more suitable years ago but couldn't afford to. We rarely saw them. Health visitors and carers would visit daily. I don't suppose Katherine was flashing them. Was it just us? Everyone who visited? The final question, did James know?
We never saw any of the delivery drivers get an eyeful. James returned the trimmer. He didn't mention me dropping it off. We decided to see what would happen, if Louise did likewise. The next time we had something to take round, Louise wore a skimpy exercise top. Plenty of cleavage on show and displaying both nipples, erected for the occasion. Katherine's comment,
"A bit cold our there, by the look of it. Come in and warm up."
Louise stepped inside. It appeared that James was out. He'd gone to visit their daughter, to do some odd jobs.
"Nice tits. I wish my nips stood out like that. I'd get a lot more attention."
"I think you must get enough as it is. Isn't James bothered?"
"I don't think he even looks anymore. It's nice of you two to take some notice. I didn't want to shock, when we first got here. Bit by bit, I tried to see if you were interested. Looks like I was right. One of our male neighbours used to enjoy an eyeful once in a while. I tried to tempt him to more but he wouldn't."
"What more?"
"Come on, don't be coy. I flashed you my nipple. Your husband has seen everything I have and you've turned up, with almost nothing covering your tits. You haven't even tried to hide your watching. Have I attracted your attention?"
"We were curious. We wondered it you were an exhibitionist. Did you get off on us looking. Were you trying to entice us into a foursome. Or is it just for you? From what you say, it's probably the last. Although you don't mind others seeing you. Do you flash anyone else?"
"You can see, I'm pretty fat. I got to an age, where I didn't care who sees what I've got. My tits are smaller than yours. My nips not as nice. My belly is round, I can't see my cunt. Pardon my French. On top of that, my ass has cellulite and I have thunder thighs. I've not shown anyone else here, yet. Good luck if you're after a foursome. James hasn't got it up in ages."
"When is James back?"
"A couple of hours."
Louise took here hand and brought her to our place. This was going to be interesting, for all of us. I'd had sex with another man, before I met Louise. I don't think she had ever had sex with a woman. Unless she had kept it quite. I'm pretty certain, neither of us had had a threesome, of any description. We also hadn't had sex with anyone else, since we married. Not to mention, the actual logistics of the thing. What would James think, if his wife spent time with us? It was as close to home as you can get. What would each of us get out of it?
"First off, what is James going to say?" I asked.
"Sod all. He has no interest, in anything other than the tennis club, these days. I can walk around naked and he doesn't even look. We sleep in separate rooms. At least I can use vibrators with out him tutting."
"In an ideal world, what do you want from us? What do you like and not like?" I asked.
"I'll take it like the Martini slogan, any time, any place, any where. Or should that be many times, any hole, anywhere. Sorry if that's a bit rude. I'm really highly sexed. I have a massive toy collection. I need it. It's been a while, since I had anyone else. It was a bit different where we were before. I found an old spinster, she started to find out what she'd been missing. Probably a bit late for her but she was eager. There was a nice guy with the equipment, who knew how to use it. His wife found out and that was the end of that. Shame, she had potential. Every other day, we had a post lady rather than a postman. She would come back at the end of her round. 'Sorry, I missed a delivery', she was insatiable. I think she'd had a lot of the lonely wives. So, you can see, I have varied tastes."
"You can see most of what Louise has. We all know, none of us is getting any younger. Under these clothes, we have saggy bits and wrinkles. If you are expecting porn star proportions, I don't have them. We don't judge people by what they look like. You want to have something James can't or won't give you. We're OK with that. You will have to cut us some slack. We have decent sex but we've never had anyone else with us."
"Fine with me. You haven't thrown me out. That's a start. You also haven't said no."
James would be back from their daughters soon, so we called a halt. Katherine said, that he would be umpiring at a tennis tournament on Saturday. He would be gone from mid morning until about 7 in the evening. I told her to come around when he had gone. No chance of being caught out at our place. Katherine went back next door. The two of us started discussing what we had learned. Trying to imagine what it would be like, having sex with someone else in our bed. Not to mention, someone who probably weighed as much as the two of us together. Louise's thought, more to explore. Mine, could I satisfy two women? Especially one who confessed to be highly sexed.
We read articles about threesomes and sex with larger women. Not really knowing, if any of this would help us. Even so, we were keen to see what would happen. Katherine was obviously an initiator, when it came to sex. We'd just go with the flow.
Saturday arrived. We kept an eye on the front of the house, to see if their car was still there. Just before 11, James dressed all in white, put his bag in the boot and drove away. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. Katherine stood there, in a large, flowing, flowery dress and sandals. I showed her to the lounge.
"How does this work? Do you want a drink?" I asked.
"No, I'm fine. If you need something to calm your nerves, go ahead. Where are you most comfortable, down here or upstairs?"
