I don't suppose there are many 60 year old guys, having regular sex with three women. Certainly not with ones that don't stand on street corners.
What makes it almost far-fetched, is that two of these women were formerly married to me and the other still is.
But I'm ahead of myself here. I think I need to give some historic information.
I was kind of late getting serious with a girl. In my younger years I tended to focus on sports. I was never a professional but I was a good standard amateur at both boxing and soccer. I made sure I kept fit and, of course, I did score with a few girls but nothing was long-term, just as I liked it.
In my late 20's I suffered anterior cruciate ligament damage, whilst playing soccer and that pretty much ended my sporting career.
No more games as a striker in soccer and goodbye to my boxing at welterwight class. I had kept my weight at a steady 145 pounds but the next few years saw me put on some weight and also gain a wife at the age of 33.
Ellie was the same age but her mother didn't take to me, or more accurately, she didn't take to anyone threatening to take her daughter away. Ellie was a pretty girl, with such a cute smile and button-nose. Oh and did I mention her tits? They were huge but unfortunately she had little feeling in her nipples and so we could never truly share the fun. She was rather straight-laced and was a 'missionary' position only girl. She did not give head and so my first marriage was sexually dull. Ellie gave me two sons but work got between us and we drifted apart after eight years together.
I met my second wife, Sandie, when I was 42. She was the polar opposite of Ellie, sex-wise. She was small in size, 5 foot 4, but was a chubby ball of lust. Good tits and a lovely big ass and she just loved sucking cock. Too good to be true? Sadly, yes, because she just couldn't be faithful and after nine years of marriage, she went off with a church elder.
That then took me to wife number three, Jan, who is still there. She is five years younger than me. Jan is big in all the right places and our sex-life started great but her existing family demand so much of her time that I often feel an afterthought.
So now you're up to date with the main 'characters', as it were. I just have to fill you in on what happened next.
It really started when my mother died last year. She was 80 and she fell foul of a virus, not COVID.
I had to inform all who knew her and advise them of the funeral date. I contacted my oldest son, Cammy and he said he would tell his mum. I didn't have her number and had barely spoken to her since we had split up. I had always been friendly with a neighbour of Sandie and she kept in touch with her. Olivia said she'd get her to call me, as Sandie had changed her number.
Both women subsequently called me and said they would be there.
On the day, Ellie turned up with my two lads, now in their 20's. I couldn't help but notice her. She now had grey hair but still I was drawn to those tits. Even in my grief I imagined suckling on her huge nipples.
Sandie had brought a female friend as company, which did cause a laugh, as my current wife remarked through gritted teeth that my ex was making eyes at me. Jan had never met Sandie and I had to inform her that it was her mystery companion that was looking at me.
All were invited to the 'wake' and both Ellie and Sandie turned up. True to form Jan had to leave to take her eldest son to the airport. Ellie was first to pounce and after the usual niceties dived in with a shock comment.
"I never wanted us to split up, you know."
"Ellie, not here, not now. If you want to talk about stuff give me a call and we can maybe have a drink?"
"Will you tell Jan?" she asked mischievously.
I shrugged. "Just let me get this out of the way Ellie, please."
She then surprised me as she leant forward and kissed me on the cheek.
"I look forward to it darling." She smiled and went back to sit with my sons.
Sandie wasn't going to let that lie and she was next at my side.
I admit I was quite cold to her.
"Thank you for paying your respects Sandie. Isn't it time you were back to your man?"
Sandie looked a little embarrassed "Me and Colin broke up last year."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." I said sarcastically.
A wave of guilt came over me "Look, I'm sorry, that was a crass comment. I really am sorry."
Sandie smiled "Don't be, he was hopeless in bed. Never gave me what you did."
"Errr look, now isn't the time, we could maybe have a coffee soon, if you like?" I was a little surprised but also aroused.
"Oh, I would like" and she passed me a little note with her number on it.
With that, she returned to her friend. I watched her go and she still had that sexy ass. Was she wiggling it at me or was I just dreaming? She now had short hair dyed with a deep red.
I suddenly realised that two women of my past were going to become a part of my present and my cock was rock-hard at the thought.
That night, Jan was all apologies for having to leave early and was super-attentive in the bedroom. As I've said, she is a big girl, with lovely soft skin, barely a blemish on it. Not bad for 50. Oh, didn't I tell you she was ten years my junior? She had a healthy sexual appetite, although she was a little selfish in bed. I loved licking her pussy and regularly made her cum that way but cocksucking was a problem. She would do it but would stop just as I was getting close, complaining of a sore jaw. On the occasions she went further, the stop came when she suspected I might cum. On this night, there were no complaints and even when I told her I was ready to shoot, she carried on sucking my 8 inch tool. I loved her lips around it and her tongue explored as it rarely had before but the picture in my mind was of Sandie, in the same situation, eagerly sucking like crazy, coaxing the cum from my cock and swallowing greedily. It was no wonder that I spurted soon afterwards. The surprise was that Jan's lips were still wrapped around my cock. She swallowed most of my jizz but some dribbled out of our mouth. She quickly downed an open can of coca cola, lying beside the bed.
"Don't expect that every night." she exclaimed, pulling a face. It was clear she was not a lover of the taste of cum.
"What made you do it tonight honey? Not that I'm complaining."
"Maybe I felt you needed a lift." she hesitated a little then said "And maybe to mark my territory. Those two ex's of yours gave you too many looks that said 'here I am, fuck me'."
I laughed as convincingly as I could.
"You forget, they both left me. I hardly think they are interested in any affair."
I continued, trying to dispel any doubts. "Also, they are both remarried. Ellie to some Turkish guy, don't ask me the details and Sandie to that phoney church creep."
I lied about both. I knew Ellie had married a Turk she met on holiday, Cammy told me but it was over when she found out he was only after a visa, catching him on her laptop, talking to a woman back home who had her tits out on the camera, as he wanked away.
Sandie had told me that day, that Colin was now off the scene.
Both ladies had talked to me after Jan left and my mind had me wanting another chance with both, even if it was only in the bedroom.
I felt guilty, I admit but cock always rules head, does it not?
I waited four days before I called Ellie. She was clearly surprised I had got back to her.
"Thanks Stuart, I really didn't think you'd call. I know my timing was terrible, I'm so sorry."
"What about?" I was fishing to work out her agenda.
"Us, mostly! I messed things up, I know it now. I let my work take centre stage and ignored you."
"Enough of the apologies, the past is the past......so when are we going for that drink.?"
" I'm free tomorrow. You still working for the bank in the city? I could pick you up there?" I wanted to set the details.
"Okay Stuart, I look forward to it, love you."
Those last two words took the wind out of me but I couldn't help but say " Love you too, Ellie."
I had told Jan that I would be later in, as I was going to the pub with my mate Geoff, to watch the televised football that night. I had primed Geoff, so he knew what to say if asked. I felt bad lying to her but I felt the magnetic pull of Ellie's pussy.
When I reached her work at 5pm, Ellie was already waiting for me, which was a surprise, as she had rarely been on time for anything in our time together. She'd even been 20 minutes late for our wedding. She looked good. Her grey hair had just been put in a bubble perm and she had not overdone her makeup, a fault of hers in the past. She wore the bank uniform of dark blue jacket, white blouse and dark blue, pleated, knee-length skirt, with black hosiery.
She smiled as soon as she saw me.
"Hi Stuart, I wasn't sure you'd come."
"Ellie, you always made me come. I'm not stopping now."
My opening salvo was a bit straightforward but I felt as horny as fuck and I suspected she did too.
Ellie giggled softly "You are a bad man, Stuart." Her smile told me I hadn't been wrong.
