Chapter 1

My name is Natalia and I am in my late fifties and have been happily married to the same man for over twenty years. We have a great relationship and love each other dearly. We have been fortunate with our life together and managed to save and invest enough money to retire early. Our house and cars are paid for and we have sufficient funds to live a comfortable but not extravagant lifestyle. We are now two years into our retirement. The first year was an interesting challenge while we adjusted to no alarm clock, no bosses, no commute and no work place hassles. Now in year two we are into the retirement groove and beginning to explore new things in our life which we never had time for before. I have rediscovered cooking, visiting the gym daily and people watching. My husband George is experimenting with writing, is becoming a competent sailor and spends considerable time watching over our investment portfolio. The new things that we have in common are regular visits to the gym, people watching and sex.

Our sex life has always been adequate given the pressures we both faced when working for a living. Since our retirement we have started to explore some different aspects to our sex life. George admitted to me that he has always had an interest in the kinkier aspects of sex. We now watch porn together and have regular bondage sessions. I was hesitant at first but am really happy that he pushed me through my reluctance because now I enjoy both probably as much if not more than he does. We always try and mix it up when watching porn by selecting a different genre for each of our watching sessions. It has been eye opening for me and allowed me to open up my mind to all sorts of sexual possibilities that I didn’t know existed or had not known were so common. Wow, I kick myself when I think of all the sexual possibilities that I missed out on for the first half of my life!

Being older I no longer have the capacity to self-lubricate. No big deal as we now have a large selection of lubes to facilitate the slippery slide. However, regular intercourse has never been my go to for an orgasm. I prefer fingering, a tongue or one of my trusty vibrators to get off.

One evening we laid down on the bed together for one of our regular porn session and selected anal for our viewing pleasure. We were both naked as our sessions inevitably ended up in us having sex either during or after we completed our viewing. After watching one particularly hot porn clip George asked me if I would consider trying anal sex. I had consumed a few glasses of wine by this point and told him that seeing as how we had to lube up for sex anyway why not try slipping his slippery dick up my asshole. I had never had anal sex before but, by watching the anal porn videos, realized that there would be some discomfort involved and that the act of anal intercourse was definitely more for the man’s pleasure. It took considerable time before my ass felt at least semi comfortable with having an invader occupy its premises. George was slow and considerate. I’m sure he was dying to ram his dick up my ass and pump hard and furious like what we had seen in the videos but he didn’t. It probably took us about an hour of trial and error before he was properly ass fucking me. As expected it wasn’t physically stimulating for me but there was something that was emotionally stimulating. I don’t know if it was the ‘dirtiness’ of anal fucking or the knowledge that my partner was enjoying something new and different that turned me on but I was definitely enjoying the experience. Since that night anal fucking has become a regular part of our sexual escapades. I have even explored using a vibrator on my pussy while being ass fucked which always results in a mind blowing orgasm plus George and I usually come at the same time which is a unique experience for us.

George initiated a discussion one evening about threesomes. He admitted that watching this genre of porn really turned him on and asked me what I thought of inviting a third person to join us in a sex session. My first reaction was that I was afraid that I might become jealous of watching him fuck or being blown by another woman. George smiled at me and opened up even more about his threesome fantasy. It turned out that, although he liked the idea of fucking another woman, he would be more turned on by watching me fuck or blow another man. Wow! This was not something that I was expecting. We had watched some cuckold porn which is where he discovered that watching me with another man would be a real turn on for him. I admitted that I was also turned on by these porn videos but wasn’t sure if I wanted to turn our porn fantasy into a reality. We left the discussion with us both agreeing that we would think about scenarios involving; attending a sex party, having sex with another couple, filming ourselves having sex and posting it to one of the porn sites and having a threesome.

A few days later over dinner and drinks we resumed our discussion. It was obvious to me that George was eager to try any of the options we had discussed. However, I had given these scenarios a lot of thought and decided that although none of the options were off the table for the future that, for now, I would prefer to pursue the threesome scenario with another man.

George got up from the dinner table to get another bottle of wine. I noticed that his hands were shaking as he opened the new bottle. He said that he was so excited that he could barely contain himself. Before we left the subject I wanted to explain to George why I had selected this option plus I wanted to discuss the logistics involved in making it happen.

I reminded George that I am a pleaser by nature. I love fondling and sucking on his cock. The movement in his body combined with the moans and groans while I work my magic on him not only satisfy the pleaser in me but also act as a turn on for me. I thought that I had a pretty good grasp of how to orally please a man and I would be interested in satisfying other men in the same way. The possibility of me fucking another man would have to wait awhile until I got comfortable with blowing strangers. I also reminded George that before we were married I had only experienced four other cocks, most of which I couldn’t remember. After watching porn I was intrigued by how different many of the cocks were and was curious as to how I would adjust to servicing a variety of different and strange, to me, cocks. I admitted that I had fantasised about sucking uncircumcised cocks, long cocks, thick cocks plus cocks of different color. I blushed slightly as I told George that my best fantasy was sucking on the balls and blowing a big black cock anonymously through a glory hole. I also admitted to George that I often used these fantasies while he was eating me out and that it definitely Increased the intensity of my orgasms.

George was consuming the new bottle of wine at an alarming rate while remaining transfixed on my every word. He was like a kid on Christmas morning. I smiled and was pleased that he was excited about the prospect of our new adventure together.

I then explained how I thought we could best accomplish this fantasy. I was honest in telling him that, for now, I wouldn’t be comfortable going up to a stranger and asking him if I could blow him. Something about this approach excited me greatly but I just knew that I wasn’t there yet. I also wasn’t interested in blowing any of his or our friends. My mind was thinking the more anonymous the person the better. It was just going to be me pleasing a stranger. I didn’t even need to know his name. I also stipulated that I would not get naked for these sessions. If I felt comfortable enough with the man I would expose my nicely enhanced boobs but no more. I also had no desire to interact with the men I would blowing. It would be a wham bang thank you mam type of thing. George knew my taste in men and I told him that I wold trust him to select and vet the candidates. I could see the gears turning in George’s head as he contemplated how he would accomplish this.

I think that George was hyperventilating at this time. He had a big grin on his face and looked at me wondering what else I had to say. I told him that I might be interested in taking dick pics of the men I had blown. Sort of an trophy album just for me. The silence between us was deafening. Finally, George broke the silence and asked me what approach I would take when the men came. Good point, I hadn’t thought about this. For some reason the answer was obvious to me. My default would be to have the man’s cum spray onto my chest and nice boobs but, if I was into the guy, I might offer to let him come in my mouth. George asked if I would swallow like I do with him. I replied that I might.

I think that George was so anxious to get started that he would have gone out on the street in front of our apartment and solicited the first guy he saw. He saw the slow down boy look on my face and got back to planning the logistics of the recruitment of men for free blow jobs. How hard could this be?

We didn’t talk about this for a couple of days. George was spending considerable time on his computer. He looked happy which made me happy. Finally, he approached me and said that he had a prospect that he was going to meet at a well known coffee shop close to our apartment. I asked him how he had found this person and he explained how he had created an on-line profile for me on a number of dating apps and had been inundated with responses. I had him show me one of the profiles he had created and I was impressed. The profile pic was of my boobs, my best asset, and the description was frank and honest. A mature lady looking to blow clean guys for free while husband watched. Pretty simple.

I asked George when he would be meeting his first potential customer and he said it was in forty-five minutes. I panicked a little then regained my composure with a what the fuck, let’s do it attitude. The plan was for George to meet the man at the coffee shop and if it was a go he would text me. I asked him to give me at least fifteen minutes as I wanted to make sure I had my best slut face on.

Before I knew it the text arrived saying they would be at our apartment in fifteen minutes. My heart was racing. I wasn’t sure if I was scared, excited or both. I painted on my darkest eyes and bright red lipstick to match my red nails which I had done the day before. I slipped on a couple of silver rings which I knew George liked to see when I was stroking him. I had on a loose fitting tank top which I knew I could easily pull down to expose my braless tits.

The doorbell rang. It startled me as George obviously had keys to the apartment. Then I realized that he was being considerate and giving me a bit of extra time in case I wasn’t ready yet. This is something we would revisit I thought to myself as I would prefer the men to just come in rather than me having to meet them at the door. I went to the door and opened it. George introduced me his recruit. Brad was a tall, slim good looking guy who, I guessed, was probably about fifteen years younger than me. We shook hands which seemed a little awkward considering what I was going to do with this man.

George led the stranger into our living room and indicated that he should sit on our leather sofa. George then retrieved a beer from the fridge and offered it to Brad. I felt so uncomfortable just standing around and not knowing what to do. George detected my discomfort and started a conversation. He told me what he had learned about Brad while they were having coffee. Brad was twenty-eight years old, young enough to be my son, had recently gone through a messy divorce, was trying to get into the dating scene without much luck and was extremely horny. During his five year marriage he had never received oral sex which was one of the reasons for the breakup. He watched porn a lot and his favorite genre was blow jobs, especially messy blowjobs.