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Flashback
By Anonymous (address withheld)

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An old man begins late in life to experiment with his 
fantasies. (MF, MM, Mm, ped, reluc, bi)

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I suppose I have always had the curiosity about the 
male penis. I remember my first sexual experience was 
in a tent in my back yard with the kid down the street 
and I jerking each other off and having a real climax 
for the first time. We were both very embarrassed about 
our venture the next day and never spoke of it again. I 
went for a very long time thinking that everyone who 
looked at me knew that I had played with another boy's 
cock and was "queer." 

I wasn't that way. My little dick got hard when I was 
looking at girls. I remember equally well my second 
sexual experience when a girl, a total stranger, who 
got in the back seat of my father's car with me when we 
were visiting people in the country. She took out my 
cock and sucked me off. I always thought it strange. 
She loved sucking me off but refused to let me touch 
her pussy. 

I was twenty years old before I actually put my cock 
into a pussy. I wasn't even sure where it was supposed 
to go. The woman was kind and loving and helped me thru 
what could have been a very bad experience. She turned 
it into a very nice one. I remember her face today and 
always will. 

When I married I was still an amateur. I had no idea 
how to satisfy a woman. I figured it would come 
naturally. It never occurred to me to buy a book or 
something. I assumed that everyone sort of absorbed the 
art of making love automatically as they grew older. 
Actually I was not aware that it was indeed an art.

After thirty years of marriage and two children my poor 
wife passed away and I am sure to this day now that, to 
her death, she remained as sexually frustrated as I. We 
were both inept and confused when it came to sex. There 
was, from the beginning, an abiding love between us and 
I sadly admit that had there been a better sharing of 
sexual desires and ideas we could have had a much 
richer life.

Now that is not to say that we did not both experiment. 
It was after about ten years that we both began to 
think that there had to be more to life sexually and 
that we were both missing out. Unfortunately we were on 
two different wave lengths and rather than seek out the 
solution together we did so separately. 

It was at the point where she knew that I was doing 
things outside the marriage and knew that I knew about 
her but we stupidly refused to share our fantasies. I 
think we were both afraid to let go. We both hid behind 
the false front we presented to the community and more 
damaging, to each other. If we were not in the same 
room when it was happening it didn't necessarily 
happen.

My wife, Jean was a pretty lady. She was sexual 
alluring. She was always the touchy kind of person when 
she was having a conversation with anyone and I am sure 
that many guys thought that her hand on their knee was 
a definite come on. 

All the situation took was for someone with a bit of 
insight into human nature to size her up and do the 
deal. 

It turned out to be a husband and wife team.

They befriended us as a political rally and began to 
include us in every aspect of their lives. They were 
wealthy and that helped since we were struggling most 
of the time. 

They had the cabin in the mountains and the lake house 
in the summer months.

I learned about most of what happened from my wife a 
long time after the fact. She and I separated and for 
what ever reason after about six or seven months we met 
one night and got drunk together. She told me when it 
started and about many of the incidents between her and 
them. I was flabbergasted that I had been in close 
proximity to the whole thing and never saw it 
happening.

At first when she told me the stories I wanted to think 
of her as a victim seduced by more powerful people. As 
time went on I began to realize that she would have 
never instigated the activity but that she wanted it 
and welcomed, with a controlled reluctance, the events 
as they unfolded.

The first incident was at the lake cabin. As she told 
the story I remembered the entire activity but from an 
entirely different perspective. We were swimming. The 
kids were there. Each couple had two boys starting at 
six and ending at nine years of age. There was a 
discussion about what was for dinner and fish was the 
conclusion. 

Mary, the other wife, bragged about her husband Ed's 
culinary skill with lake trout and suggested that he be 
the one to prepare dinner. It was then suggested that 
my wife accompany him to learn the secret of his 
seasoning and help carry up some of the toys and lunch 
remains etc. Mary and I would stay with the boys and 
give them extra time swimming.

The rest of the weekend was as usual and we left for 
home that Sunday evening. What really happened, 
according to my wife, in her drunken confession two 
years later, was that when they reached the cabin which 
was well into the wood line and out of sight of the 
lake's edge, Ed got frisky. He took the liberty of 
patting her on the ass a couple of times as they walked 
about the cabin. He put his arm around her standing at 
the counter one time and tried to turn her face so he 
could kiss her on the mouth. She resisted. He suggested 
that she get her shower first while he prepared the 
fish for seasoning. The shower was an add-on to the 
back porch with a separate hot water heater and a pull 
type shower curtain that didn't quite fit.

Jean dutifully entered the shower with her bathing suit 
on because of the lack of privacy. She said that within 
a minute or two Ed came out to the back porch and 
peeked into the shower to offer her a bar of soap. She 
took it thanked him and proceeded to soap her legs. He 
stayed there watching. She said she didn't know what to 
say. She did not want to be short with him and felt 
that it really was no big deal that he was watching her 
soap up since she was wearing her bathing suit that she 
had been wearing all day. 

She said the next thing she knew he was standing in the 
stall with her and had started soaping her shoulders. 
He, by her description, was sort of massaging her 
shoulders and hanging his head over her shoulder 
talking to her. That would have been easy to do since 
she was five feet four inches and He was at least six 
feet four inches. He told her he would get her back if 
she would get his. She didn't know what else to say 
other than thanks. 

He kept massaging her shoulders and running his hands 
down the front of her chest right to the edge of her 
suit top. He said, "You are a beautiful woman Jean." 
She said she felt his penis against her back. She 
realized that he had an erection. He then moved his 
hands down her back and kneeled down to reach the backs 
of her legs. He soaped her legs from her ankles right 
up to the line of her bathing suit. She felt his 
fingers working their way around the inside of her 
thighs. She said that she just froze. She didn't know 
what to do. He suddenly stood up and again took her 
shoulders and pulled her back against him. She 
definitely felt his penis prodding at the small of her 
back. He whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to do 
the front now?"

She said that at this point she managed to force 
herself to pull away from him and work her way past him 
as she tried to make a joke of the incident by laughing 
and calling him a dirty old man. He just smiled at her 
and let her go.  

She said she didn't think it odd then but in retrospect 
the comments made by Mary when we all arrived back at 
the cabin were very much a signal of what was to come. 
Mary walked into the room of the cabin and stopped to 
look at Jean and then pointedly at her husband. No 
desert before dinner this weekend huh? She was grinning 
as she said it. I remembered the comment and Ed's 
reply. He said, "Not this weekend Baby." I remembered 
the conversation and my trying to figure out what we 
were supposed to have for desert or what they were 
talking about.

Jean went on with her revelations. She said that 
shortly after that weekend Mary had offered to take her 
shopping in the Valley. Jean jumped at the chance. They 
arranged for sitters for the boys during the day while 
Ed and I were working and took off for a two day 
shopping spree.

Jean reminded me that it was during a time when she and 
I were fighting and she really needed a shoulder to 
lean on. She was looking forward to some girlfriend 
time. 

Jean was flushed and acting shy as she told me this 
part of the story. She said that on their day of 
shopping Mary took her to a section of the city 
cluttered with girly shows and adult novelty shops and 
what we now know is called gloryholes. Mary teased Jean 
about being a prude and challenged her to visit a 
gloryhole and watch a video with her. 

Jean took her up on it and they entered one of the 
shops. She said that they were holding the attention of 
every guy in the building. She said Mary seemed to know 
how to handle things and brushed of a couple of guys 
who approached her as they made their way down a dark 
isle to an enclosure. She said they went in and Mary 
fed the machine a couple of dollars worth of coins. 
They sat and giggled like a couple of school girls as 
the scenes unfolded on the screen. 

It was a story about a real estate gent showing a 
couple a house and having sex with them in the bedroom. 
She said that she and Mary were sharing a short bench 
and Mary had put her arm from the elbow down resting on 
Jean's lap to allow more room. As the action heated up 
on the screen Mary began to tease her with little 
comments about was the movie making her hot and 
occasionally would squeeze her thigh. The occasional 
squeezes became a constant pressure on her leg and then 
a light rubbing motion. 

She said Mary kept up a constant flow of conversation 
pointing out things on the screen and re-describing 
what had just happened between the people on the 
screen. Mary was excited by the size of the guy's cock 
and asked Jean if I had a big one like that. Jean said 
not even close and then apologized to me for saying it. 
She explained that what she meant was that the guy's 
cock on the screen was so big it looked like a prop 
instead of a real one.

The movie ended and the two girls made their way back 
thru the gantlet of horny guys standing around. Jean 
said that set the tone for the rest of the evening as 
far as the topic of conversation went between the two 
of them.

Mary told her that ED had a big cock. Not as big as the 
porn star's but almost and very long. Jean said she had 
never seen any other man's cock besides mine. Mary was 
quick to suggest that they could figure out a way for 
Jean to see Ed's. Mary was laughing and giggling as she 
talked but she suggested that they could get Ed drunk 
and check him out while he was asleep. My wife actually 
liked the idea s she told me. She said they actually 
started thinking about the upcoming events that might 
afford the opportunity for Jean to see Ed's cock.

Jean said that night they were laying in bed still 
talking about sex and she admitted that she complained 
to Mary about our sexual dissatisfaction and her 
frustration. I winced at the revelation. Jean said they 
were laying there side by side on their backs talking 
about their husband's sexual prowess and the size of 
their cocks. 

I interjected that I thought women always did that sort 
of thing and Mary said it was a first for her. She said 
that she wasn't sure exactly when it happened but she 
suddenly realized that Mary had her hand on Jena's 
thigh again. They were both wearing shorty night gowns 
and that left Jean's thigh bare to Mary's touch. Jean 
said it all seemed so innocent. She was a touchy feely 
kind of person herself and she was sure that Mary's 
hand movement on her thigh was nothing more that her 
way of connecting and emphasizing her words.

She said Mary turned in the bed until she was facing 
her with her mouth right next to Jean's ear. She 
whispered, "All this talk about big cocks and fucking 
is making me horny. Is it getting you horny?" Jean 
couldn't believe her ears. She turned her head slightly 
and looked at Mary. Mary was smiling at her. Jean said 
she was feeling a bit warm from the conversation but 
that she was too timid to let Mary know how she felt. 
It was much to intimate a subject even then. She shook 
her head no. 

Jean said Mary giggled again and said, "Aw come on you 
know it is getting' you a little hot." With that she 
moved her hand on Jean's thigh until her finger tips 
were touching my pussy lips! Jean exclaimed. I jumped 
like I was shot. Mary laughed and pressed down with her 
hand. 'Oh yea!" she said. "You have a little wet spot 
sweetie! You're about to cream in your panties thinking 
about a big cock sliding in right here." She pressed 
her fingers against my opening. She giggled again. 

Mary hesitated for a moment and continued, "I'm sorry 
Paul. It just happened. I was worked up thinking about 
sex and then we had just seen that movie. I just didn't 
resist. I tried pushing her hand away but she wouldn't 
move it. She just kept whispering in my ear that I was 
hot and for me to relax and she would get me fixed up. 

"I was confused. It felt good, what she was doing to 
me. I felt afraid and guilty and sexy all at the same 
time. I just let it happen. I interrupted her. "So you 
let her finger fuck you to climax? Sort of," she 
replied. "She kissed me down there." I felt my panties 
sliding down my legs and I felt her face sliding down 
my legs until I could feel her breath between my legs. 
Then she put her mouth on my and started sucking. She 
sucked me until I climaxed. 

"It was the most fantastic feeling I think I have ever 
had. I don't know why. I know that you have done that 
for me but that time it was extra special. I guess it 
was because of the fact that it was a woman and the 
first time and right after the movie and the sex talk 
and all. I'm sorry!"

"It's ok," I replied. I think I understand. My cock was 
stiff and straining for release as I listened to the 
tale of my wife being seduced by another female. I was 
confused, angry and horny as hell all at the same time.

Jean explained that there were no demands made on her 
that night. As soon as she climaxed Mary massaged her 
pussy for a few minutes and then helped her pull her 
panties back on. They went to sleep without another 
word and with no mention of the activities the 
following day except for Mary to caution Jean not to 
say a word about anything back home t which Jean 
readily agreed.

Jean went on to re-visit several occasions when Mary 
would come to visit and get her on the sofa. It was the 
same routine each time with Mary teasing Jean about a 
big cock in her pussy and feeling her up and then 
getting her into the bedroom or on the sofa and eating 
her pussy. Jean said that it was so enticing and felt 
so good that she didn't even try to resist anymore. She 
was enjoying it. 

It was then that the routine changed. Jean said that 
one afternoon when I was out of town and they had a 
clear path for an afternoon together Mary came over and 
persuaded Jean to get completely undressed and get into 
her bed. Mary joined her. She said Mary spent an 
unusual amount of time massaging her and fingering her 
and licking her as she got her worked up into an 
absolute sexual frenzy. She then pressed Jean down on 
her back and slid her leg over Jean's chest until she 
was sitting with her cunt right at Jean's chin. She 
looked down at Jean and said, "Suck me sweetie." 

Jean said she tried it and did it. Mary leaned forward 
and allowed her pussy lips to drape over Jeans mouth as 
she tried to imitate Mary's tongue action and suction. 
I lay back in the easy chair with my eyes closed as 
Jean verbally unfolded the scene. I tried to visualize 
Mary sitting on Jean's face with Jean staining to lick 
upward into her pussy. 

Jean interrupted my day dream with her next words. 
"Then I felt something different." Mary had her knees 
on my arms and her hands holding my head. I couldn't 
move anything but my legs and up to that point, had no 
need to but then it happened. I felt someone's weight 
on my legs! I suddenly couldn't move them. I felt hands 
moving up and down my thighs. There was a third person 
in the room! I bucked at Mary's weight and stated to 
scream. She put her hand over my mouth and moved 
slightly back till she could get her mouth next to my 
ear. "Shush!" she whispered. "It's ok. It will be good. 
Paul."

I lay there with my eyes wide open trying to see around 
Mary. She was blocking my view with her body and 
pressing her pussy against my mouth whispering, "Suck 
it baby, suck it."

It was a man. I felt the roughness of his stubble of 
beard when he put his face between my legs. I felt his 
cock dragging on my legs as he moved up my body. I felt 
the wetness of his mouth and tongue as he started to 
suck on my pussy lips. I was being pressured to lick 
Mary as she pressed down on my face with her pussy at 
the same time I felt someone invading the interior of 
my pussy with their fingers.

I could tell he was moving up my body and then I felt 
the weight of his cock brushing against my inner thigh. 
He was going to put it in me. I struggled again against 
the pressure of both of the bodies on top of me. Again 
Mary was reassuring me and begging me to relax. She had 
moved down now and was resting her body across mine 
with her lips around the nipple of my breast. She was 
sort of holding me in lace as I began to experience the 
pressure of what had to be a very big cock. The man 
grunted and with just that small sound I realized that 
it was Ed. 

They were double teaming me! 

Mary had told me about how big Ed's cock was and I was 
now beginning to believe her. I felt the pressure of a 
giant cock head pressing into me followed by a thick 
shaft that was spreading my insides like they had never 
been spread before. "Was it good?" I interjected.

"Oh God Paul, I can't describe the feeling I was so 
full. He must have fucked me for ten minutes. I just 
lay there and he filled me up again and again. When he 
pulled out it felt like my insides were coming with him 
except that it was a delicious feeling. I couldn't even 
scream out. 

"Mary had my mouth covered with hers. She held me there 
until I nearly went crazy with a climax just as he 
squirted a load into me. I was exhausted when it was 
over. Mary moved a bit to the side and I could just see 
the top of Paul's head where he had laid down to rest 
it on my belly. He kept massaging my thighs and pussy 
with one hand and licking my belly with his tongue. It 
was so relaxing and satisfying after my climax. 

"I felt him ease down my legs and couldn't believe my 
senses when his hot mouth once again encased my pussy. 
I think he sucked his own jizm out of me. I climaxed 
again and again until I passed out. When I woke up they 
were gone and you were pulling into the driveway.""

"I remember!" I said. "I asked you if you were feeling 
bad because your face was flushed and you didn't want 
to have sex that night."

As Jean talked I had to touch myself. I began to 
massage my hardened cock thru my pants. When she 
stopped talking I kept rubbing with building 
sensations. She watched me for a while and then 
murmured. "My story makes you hot?"

Yea" I replied. I was a bit embarrassed but I had to 
continue touching myself. 

"Ok," she said. 'Let me help you." 

Jean did something that she had never done before. She 
pushed me back on the sofa and undid the buckle to my 
shorts. She pulled my pants to my knees and then my 
shorts. She took my cock in her hand and massaged it 
for a short time before she took me into her mouth and 
sucked me until I exploded deep into her throat. I knew 
that things were going to get better. 

I was already thinking about how I could get myself 
involved with the three of them. I wanted to se that 
big cock in my wife's pussy.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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