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Firstly an introduction, my name is Pete I'm 55 and live overlooking the sea in North Devon, UK. I am single having recently got divorced from my ex-wife after she found out I was bisexual and had been having an affair with a younger man. It's not something I'm proud of and am ashamed at how much I hurt Katie after 25 years of marriage, it was certainly not my intention to do so.
It all started when I was working away during the week and returning home at weekends. Katie and I were not lucky enough to have children despite trying every avenue to help her get pregnant, sadly it was not to be.
During those year's sex was not a problem but the pressure to get pregnant was overwhelming. Sex therefore became monotonous and a task and not pleasurable. Once we accepted that children was not going to happen we just stopped doing it and I suppose gradually grew apart.
While I was away at work I met a guy, he was 35 and worked in the IT department. I had seen him around the office but met him properly on a works night out.
We got chatting, his name was Chris originally from Yorkshire but had moved to London for the job. I found out Chris was gay but like me versatile.
At the end of the evening, we shared a kiss. It felt amazing our tongues wrestling each other, I could feel his hardness against my now hard cock.
I suggested a night cap at my rented apartment, he agreed. All the way back on the tube we were giddy with laughter. There was no display's of affection, for the fear of what others may think. London is a fairly open city but there are still groups that take exception to LGBTQ+ community.
That changed once in the apartment, we were all over each other, kissing, feeling and at the same time stripping our clothes.
I said I was going for a shower and he should make himself at home. I went to the bathroom, douched and had a shower. When finished, I went to the bedroom, Chris was lying naked on the bed, his cock was hard and sticking straight up. I looked at it, with just one thought in my mind, but Chris had other idea's.
"I'm going for a shower," he said.
Fuck, I was so horny and all I could think of Chris' big cock.
He came back in, towel around his waist but the outline of his hard cock still visible. He joined me on the bed, we started kissing again, hands wandering all over each other. I finally had his cock in my hand, it was thick and long with a generous amount of pre cum already on the tip. I loved the feeling but I wanted it in my mouth.
Chris' cock was a little shorter than mine, but similar girth. Mine was 7.5in long and 2.5in diameter, Katie had measured it one time when she was having a discussion with a friend about me and her friends' boyfriend cock sizes.
I moved down across his chest and and past his tight muscled stomach down to his cock. His pubes were trimmed very short, but his balls were clean shaven. I started to lick the pre cum from the head of his cock, it tasted sweet but slightly salty. I licked around the head, my tongue finding his slit and probed as deep as I could. Chris moved around so my cock was level with his face. He licked the pre cum from my cock and then took me deep into his mouth. We had formed a 69 and were sucking each others cock's, the feeling was incredible.
I felt Chris move again and then felt a warm wet feeling against my arsehole, his tongue was now circling my hole and occasionally probing deep in my hole. Suddenly I felt first one, then two fingers penetrate my sphincter, my hard cock was now throbbing at the invasion of my arse. Chris' fingers must now be knuckle deep, it felt so good. His fingers started to move in and out, he was finger fucking my arse, all the time brushing my prostrate.
"Oh God Chris I'm going to cum," I said.
"Do it. cum in my mouth, I want to taste it," he replied.
"Ahhh I'm cuuumming'"
I lost count how many times I shot a volley of cum into his mouth, it did feel like it was a lot. Chris had not swallowed but kept all of it in his mouth, he came up and kissed me and we snowballed my cum before both of us swallowing our share.
I was now extremely horny "I need your cock in me, fuck me please" I demanded.
He asked if I wanted missionary or doggy, I chose doggy. I moved onto my hands and knee's. Chris came up behind me, took the lube on my bedside cabinet, rubbed some on my hole and some on his cock.
I felt a pressure on my arse, his cock pushed through the sphincter, It was big, he was stretching me. As he pushed deeper, I could feel my hole stretching wide, it was painful but I needed him fully in me.
Finally his balls were resting on my arse. I couldn't move, but I wanted more.
"Please be gentle, but fuck me," I managed to say.
He started to pull out and gently pushed back in, the pain I had felt was turning to pleasure, he picked up the speed and got into steady rhythm. I was loving the feeling of his big thick cock ploughing in and out if my hole.
Gradually he got quicker and harder, he was fucking me with all his strength. Every time he plunged deep onto me he brushed my prostrate, my cock was hard again and the feeling was going to make me cum.
It was too much, my cock erupted and sent cum spurting over the bed.
Chris was still going but was getting close.
"Fuck me and give me your cum" I cried
"Aaahhgggg," he grunted as he thrust in one final time. I could feel his cum filling me.
I collapsed onto the bed, Chris landed on top of me his cock still buried in me. As his cock shrank he slipped out of me followed by his cum.
"I'm going for a shower," I said. Chris followed and we got in together, washing each other all over.
The thing I enjoyed most about the relationship is that there was no set roles, we both loved fucking and being fucked so variety was key.
Our affair carried on for the next few months, until Katie found out by finding my PreP tablets. I did initially stop going to London and worked from home in a bid to save the marriage but it was no good, she couldn't get over my sexuality.
I now only go to London occasionally, I found I could still do my job as effectively from home, which was the only good thing to come out of the divorce.
Obviously living by the sea is idyllic, but it also means family often want to come and stay not necessarily to take advantage of free accommodation but again not necessarily to actually visit me. Anyway, my sister had called and asked if my nephew and his girlfriend could come and stay with me for a week. They were young and couldn't afford a proper holiday, so I was happy for them to come.
Jamie and Grace arrived mid afternoon on Sunday, they were pretty tired after driving from Manchester. I got them settled in to their room and when they came back down I had some tea and cake ready for them, including scones done the Devon (correct) way, cream first then jam, (for reference, neighbouring UK counties Devon and Cornwall have a rivalry about whether the cream or jam is put on the scone first - each argue their's to be right!)
We sat and chatted for a while, they then decided to go for a walk on the beach. I had told them to come and go as they please, no need to worry about what i was doing.
Jamie called me a bit layer to say they were going to have fish and chips on the sea front, did I want any?
"Yes, that would be nice. I will meet you down there in 30 minutes," I replied
I started the relatively short walk into town, and met them. I suggested a quick pint at the pub on the harbour, before we eat.
After two drinks, we got the fish and chips and sat eating them whilst watching the boats in the harbour.
After we had finished, we had the walk back to my house, unfortunately the it was uphill so we were a bit out of breath when we arrived.
Jamie and Grace, being younger found it much easier than me, the advantage of this was they were in front, Grace had the most shapely arse, emphasised by the tight gym leggings she was wearing. Grace was blond, shoulder length, usually in a ponytail. By the time we reach the house, she had taken her jacket off, leaving a bralet matching her leggings, I had not noticed before but she had fantastic, probably D cup boobs, she looked stunning.
Jamie was wearing tight sports shorts and T shirt, his toned body showing through the shirt.
They both looked hot, and I was starting to get feelings deep in my groin, that could be embarrassing so made my excuses and went upstairs.
I had had a shower and returned downstairs, Jamie was watching football on TV, Grace had gone to read her book.
