A few months ago I was invited back down South to Dorset to visit one of my older lovers Ronald.
I haven't seen him for almost over a year but he had been in touch with Bill and had asked for me to give him a phone call.
I had enjoyed every time we have met in the past and so was very glad to hear from this randy and lovely old man again.
We were soon chatting like old friends again with Ron being very cheeky on the phone and me flirting back.
He was very keen for me to go back down for a further visit to his home.
I asked if he had anything particularly in mind and he loved saying, "Of course I have something special planned for you, you sexy wee tart."
On further chatting he admitted having, "A couple of friends," he was very keen to meet with myself and and Louise.
He said he had already spoken to Simon, with whom Ron and his brother Sam, who were now regular fuck buddies of his fiance Louise, and he was very keen for Louise to accompany me for a weekend of fun.
I asked for further details but he refused saying it was going to be a surprise.
I was obviously very turned on by the thought of going back down and and being serviced by one of my older studs and some of his friends.
Mike was very keen for me to travel down again, having said that he had spoken to Bill and that he knew what they had planned for me.
Agonisingly, he refused to tell me saying that he, "Didn't want to spoil a surprise," that he knew I would enjoy.
So after speaking to Louise we organised my train and flight back times to meet my older lover.
Bill had arranged to accompany me on this trip telling me he didn't want to miss what was in store for me over the weekend.
Again he would not tell me the full details, just teasingly telling me I was going to have a, "Fucking great time!"
The train journey and flight were extremely pleasant. I dressed casually in a mid-length skirt, white blouse and sensible heels.
Bill, as ever, was playful on the trip. Teasing me and whilst we had no full sex, we obviously had quite a bit of kissing and fondling when we could.
We must have looked an odd couple. Me in my early forties and Bill twice my age.
I loved the attention as ever, and kissing him in public, knowing others are looking and thinking about what the 'young tart' is doing with an older man never fails to arouse me.
We arrived at the airport and to my delight we were collected by Ron's brother (Sam) whom I have previously met and enjoyed a lot of fun with.
After a short journey we were at Rons and Louise had already arrived. Simon her partner had travelled in the opposite direction as he was heading to our home to spend time with Mike and Frank.
Louise and I greeted each other with warm hugs and kisses as we hadn't seen each other for a couple of months. The guys all egging us on to kiss each other for them to watch.
I have to admit to being relatively new to bi fun but my god Louise is some kisser. Tender, gentle and the feeling of making out with another woman is intense and frankly delightful.
Ron looked well. I'm very lucky to have such older lovers who are still in good shape and enjoying health.
Both Ron and Bill are now over 80 but they look like men in their late 60's.
Frank is nearing 80 now too, and despite having a couple of health issues he can still raise a good erection and pleasure me.
Ron warmly greeted me again, all hands and tongue. He's a real gentleman but dominant, which I love.
In fact I love him.
Odd to say maybe for a married woman, but I love all of my regular playmates, Be it Frank, who I simply adore. Bill, Ron, Peter, Fred or the other guys. Each has a very special place in my heart, and more often and even better, a place in my mouth, pussy and arse!
I am in love with Mike, my husband, but have so much love for my lovers. It makes our fun special to me and to Mike who knows however they treat me during sex, there is respect and love too.
So we kissed deeply, his tongue finding mine as Louise entertained his brother similarly.
She is stunning. Blonde, long legs and such a tight body. The utter bitch! No I don't obviously mean that LOL. She is my dear friend and along with Tracey (my best friend form back in my school days) she is now my 'lesbian' lover too.
Watching Sam snake his hands all over her legs was getting me juicing nicely. She had worn a very short denim skirt and tight top, with a pair of red wedge style heels. Her tits displaying her hard nipples as she was braless.
Ron was kneading my tits hard as we kissed, me rubbing his stiffening cock in his trousers at the same time.
We all broke up our snogging and Louise and I asked what our surprise was going to be.
They still refused to say, only telling us we would be enjoying, "a dance and meeting some nice new friends."
We were intrigued and so turned on by the thought.
The afternoon was spent chatting, catching up, and then Louise and I actually took a wee nap to get ourselves refreshed for the evening ahead.
Snuggled up together we explored each others bodies again. Delighting at each others more gentle touches and kisses. Her fanny tastes divine. We sixty-nined for a little while, but didn't want to climax as we wanted our first orgasm to be later with a guys cock.
Once we awoke and again had some heavy petting fun with the guys, me being felt up by Ron, his hands all over my tits and legs, whilst Bill and Sam felt up Louise simultaneously, giving her wet cunt a good rubbing and her tits a playful tweaking, it was time to get ready and head out.
I decided on a short, white mini dress, with matching white heels and went bare legged.
Louise had gone for a pale blue mini dress and black heels, again with bare legs to show of her tan.
Both of us had worn tiny thong style panties, no bra and had spray tanned earlier in the week in preparation for the fun ahead.
"Looking great girls," the guys uniformly agreed.
They all looked very dapper, in casual trousers and shirts.
A taxi collected us all, one of Sam's taxi firm cars, and the driver whisked us away for our nights fun.
In the car there was more playing, teasing and innuendo.
My legs were felt up by both Bill and Ron again, before they switched attention to Louise's long, slender legs.
We arrived at our destination after about thirty minutes of snogging and petting.
A club that proudly flew flags from nations I had no idea of. Save for the unmistakable Jamaican flag.
"Welcome to the club girls," Ron said. "This is a Caribbean club and some of our friends are inside and can't wait to meet you."
Both Louise and myself smiled at each other.
"Oh can't wait!," we both said.
Ron quickly quipped back that the guys couldn't wait to meet us either.
Inside we were quickly shown into a dark dancefloor area with two bars at either side of it. The room was fairly full of middle aged and older couples and groups. Some mixed couples but mainly all black men and women.
Louise and I tottered to a corner table in our heels. Both our arses wiggling in exctement and our tits straining at the front of our short dresses. Looking like a pair of white, married sluts on the prowl.
At the table were sat three black guys.
As we walked over Ron and Bill were warmly greeted with handshakes and back slapping.
The three guys who had stood up were simply massive.
Now I am quite petite, and Louise whilst taller than me is still no amazonian, but these guys towered over us both.
In turn we were introduced to three lovely gents.
Firstly Clive, a friend of Ron and Bill's who they introduced as 'Dizzy.' I was given a kiss on the cheek as was Louise, then I asked, "Why Dizzy?"
Ron laughed, telling us, "Cos the fuckers always blowing his own trumpet."
"If the good lord has given you all this," said Clive in return, in a deep and lilting Caribbean accent, "Then it would be a shame not to announce it to the world man."
He was an utter charmer, and a stunning man.
Seventy six years old. Six foot four inches tall, solidly built, with a mass of tight, short grey hair on his head. His hands as he held me to kiss me again, this time more sensually, were like shovels. He was smartly turned out in grey slack trousers and a white shirt. The shirt unbuttoned enough to show of a lovely chest with grey hairs and few gold chains around his strong neck.
He kissed Louise tenderly again and then introduced us to his son Henry.
Clive had a lilt in his voice to melt chocolate.
Henry had a clear southern accent with only a tiny hint of his Jamaican roots. He was fifty two years old, the youngest of the men by a long way. Recently divorced which his dad said was a blessing as his wife was, "A right prim and proper woman. No fun in the girl at all."
He was shorter than his dad, at about six foot but solid. Really solid. He clearly took care of himself.