There’s an old joke about men having sex with each other, that they can talk about football after it, and thoughts about it afterwards made me smile, as Peter and I would sometimes discuss our local teams ups and downs while we were getting dressed to greet the world outside again. He was a patient teacher, who never made me feel uncomfortable about anything we did, or even rush me to try anything new. The gay porn I’d wa...

In order to try to keep myself fit in my mature years, I regularly went swimming . The one problem with it was that unless the pool was laned-off, it was often a game of dodgems, as people got in the way. I needed to find a quiet time to complete my lengths. Eventually I settled on a older pool on the other side of the town that had seen better days and was mostly used by schools. That meant that it was very quiet at lunc...

It started just like any other weekend we’d had with Fred and Silvia. My wife and I had arranged to spend a long weekend in London, with them. We’d done a few trips with them in the past and they had all gone very well so we were very relaxed in their company. The train rolled into Euston station a little after eleven and having deposited our bags in the left-luggage office we headed off to find a cafe for lunch. Up to th...

The text, when it came, was unusual. She wanted to meet and had something she wanted to discuss. I had worked with Jean when we were both at the same place. She retired a number of years before me and was sadly widowed within a few years of it. When the fuss of the funeral was over I telephoned her to offer my condolences. She gratefully accepted them and asked if I knew much about computers. She apparently wanted to get...

It was one of those ubiquitous coffee shops in town and it was heaving. I’d come to get a few things I needed but it was, by now, lunch time and I wanted a break. Having bought my coffee and a piece of cake I turned with my tray to see where I could sit. Looking around there wasn’t an empty table. The only place I could see an empty chair was on a table with three ladies engrossed in conversation and I didn’t want to impo...

Over the next few weeks Ron and Doris often visited my allotment and not always together. Sometimes it was just Ron or Doris and every time we spent just enough time in the shed the same lustful feelings swept over anyone who was in it. It’s hard to imagine the number of times I had sex in one guise or another. Doris definitely had a preference for her bottom being invaded and both Ron and her liked to get their mouths ar...

Ron smiled at the site of me pulling up my trousers and me, not being embarrassed at all, wondering what I could clean our ejaculations up with. He said he needed to go but that he would be back tomorrow and that he had something to show me. I wondered what on earth he could show me more than him getting his cock out, masturbating and watching me do the same. What amazed me was that I had no feelings of remorse, in fact I...

After being retired for a few months, I needed something to do. Being a keen gardener and having done everything I wanted with our garden, an allotment sounded like a good idea. My application took a few months before I was allocated one and I went to see it in order to ascertain what was needed and make plans for. The plot itself was a fair size and it had quite a large shed which was in surprisingly good condition. Howe...

Maureen, my wife’s new friend, slept in my bed with my wife whilst I had to sleep in the spare bedroom. I was ordered to bring them tea in the morning dressed in my nightie. I did get some sleep despite their love making being quite loud. My evening with Mark had been exhausting and whatever my wife and Maureen had done to each other I felt it was nothing to what I had done to him. I fell asleep thinking about what Mark a...

Three days later and with a great deal of mutual fondling between himself and Mrs.T, Aggie arrived, to put it bluntly , to have her turn with Terry. Mrs. T lead Terry, when he returned from work, to the bathroom and having run a nice warm bath she helped him out of his clothes. Immersed in the water Mrs. T proceeded to soap Terry down, not wasting any opportunity to touch and fondle him in as sexual way as she could. Terr...

The following morning when Terry came down to breakfast he noticed that Mrs. T was not dressed as she would normally be. Instead of her usual attire that covered her body from neck to toe she was wearing a dressing gown and a wide smile. It was obvious to Terry that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, as she said, he’d seen and touched it all anyway. Terry smiled as Mrs. T leaned over to place his breakfast plate in f...

Terry Connor was a twenty year old young man who found himself located away from home because of his job. This was disconcerting to Terry who found himself alone when, in the nineteen seventies there was no other way of communicating to home or to friends other than by a letter or the telephone. The company had arranged for Terry to stay with Mrs. T at her home with meals provided for the six month period of his work plac...

Not all my encounters were of a bisexual nature and I enjoyed liaisons with both sexes. I always managed to use my mouth to good effect no matter what gender they were. I was equally at home sucking cock as well as licking pussy and burying my face between two mountains of flesh with nipples on either side. When you are young and your hormones are flying all over your body, people like me were easily excited about sex whe...

After Mark had left and both myself and my wife had recovered, we had a full discussion about what had happened to both of us. She asked if I liked what had happened to me up to now and I had to confess that I had enjoyed it. This must have pleased my wife as she smiled and then asked me about Mark and about her letting him do those things to me. Again, I said okay without wanting to sound too enthusiastic. Up to my femin...

My wife encouraged my feminisation more over the next couple of weeks. She often had me dressed more girlie whenever we were alone at home. I even had to wear a bra while I was dressed and she took great delight in fondling my breasts and patting me on the bottom as I went past her. She even complemented me if I did something right saying I was a good girl. You’re now thinking how I felt about all this. Well, the truth is...