It was the start of July and my husband Pete and I were in the garden doing a bit of tiding up and generally pottering about. My name is Kerry, I’m 23 and have been married to Pete for 3 years. I’m 5’2, short dark hair, size 8 but with very big boobs. I think they are too big but Pete loves them and they do seem to draw a lot of looks from guys when I am out. Old John next door was also doing his garden and we were chatting away with each other as we got on with our work. John is a 71 year old single man and has been a god send to us since we moved in to the house. He lends us his tools, takes in deliveries for us and generally helps us out when we get stuck. It was a lovely sunny day and I was wearing a t-shirt and a short skirt and Pete noticed that when I was bending down to pick things up John was able to see right up my skirt and the old boy was positioning himself so he could see as much as possible. Pete called me over. He told me about what John was doing and suggested that I might want to go in and change in to my skimpy black bikini so John could get a better view. Pete gets really turned on when I flirt with other guys so I agreed and went in to get changed. This bikini is really flimsy and it just about covers my tits but leaves nothing to the imagination. When I came back out John’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as my tits jiggled away as I came down the steps. I carried on doing the gardening but was making sure that I bent down as much as I could so John was getting interesting views. After a while he called me over to chat about some plants he had been growing from seeds. I lent on the fence and my boobs were on full display. He could hardly take his eyes off them and struggled to look me in the eyes. He eventually asked if I wanted to come over and pick a couple for our garden. I checked with Pete if he had a preference but he just said to have whatever tickled my fancy and gave me a wink. I stood on one of our garden chairs and started to climb over the fence. John was ready to help me on the other side but he just didn’t know where to put his hands. He eventually held me under my armpits and made sure I didn’t fall. In his conservatory he was showing me lots of flowering plants. I commented that they were beautiful and he said yes they are but I realised he was gazing at my tits. He caught me looking at him and immediately apologised. I told him not to worry as a lot of men seem to like my tits. He then said that didn’t surprise him as they looked quite a handful. He then asked very politely if he could hold them. I pretended to be shocked but I said that would be ok as long as he was a good boy. He cupped my breasts as if he was trying to guess the weight of them and flicked over my nipples with his thumbs. I asked if he would like me to take my top off and he said that would be wonderful. I suggested that the conservatory was a bit public and maybe he would like to take me up to his bedroom. He grabbed me by the hand and in a flash he rushed me up the stairs to the bedroom. When we got there he hesitated and asked me what Pete would think. I told him my husband would probably think of it as thank you for all you had done for us. That seemed to make him happy. There was no stopping him now. He turned me round and undid the tie at the back of my neck and then undid the clasp at the back. It fell to the ground. He reached round me and cupped my tits. I could feel his hands tremble. I also noticed for the first time how rough his old hands were. He was breathing quite heavily as he fondled them and tweaked my nipples. I must admit I was getting quite aroused and my pussy was starting to get damp. The sun was shining in my face so I asked if I could pull the curtains. I went to the window and saw Pete looking up at me. He could see I was topless and gave me thumbs-up. I gave him a wave back and pulled the curtains. I told John he could kiss my tits and suck my nipples if he wanted. He didn’t need a second telling and latched on to them like a hungry baby. I could feel my own breathing getting heavier. I asked him if he would like me to play with his cock. He said he would love that. I got him to take of his t-shirt and then lie down on the bed. I undid his trousers and pulled them, and his pants, down. He did not have a big cock but it did look nice lying there waiting on my attention. I knelt beside him on the bed and started to gently play with it. He continued to rub my tits. After a few minutes his cock was firmer but not yet hard. He said he was sorry but I told him I was enjoying the fact that it was taking its time and he did not yet have a full hard-on as Pete would be like a flagpole now and ready for action, whilst I enjoy a long wank. I continued to play with balls and slowly pull his foreskin up and down his shaft. I told him he could feel my pussy through my bikini bottom but he wasn’t allowed to put his fingers inside……this time. (I didn’t know if Pete would think that was going too far) By bikini bottom was so flimsy that John could easily feel my pussy lips and how damp I was. He happily ran his finger along my pussy and then put his fingers to his nose. He said I smelled sweet. He placed his hand back between my legs and continued to stroke me through the material. This had done the trick and his cock was now hard. I changed position and straddled his thighs so that his cock was just in front of me. I now started to give him a good wanking. I spat some saliva on to head of his cock to give it a bit more lubrication and got a good rhythm going. When I am giving a handjob rather than just going up and down the shaft I like to give my hand a little turn at the same time. John really seemed to enjoy this. I kept massaging his balls as I did this and he had his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. It took a few more minutes before I started to feel him tense up and then this first spurt of cum shot from his dick. I kept my strokes going as he pumped his spunk high on to his chest. It was only when I was sure I had milked the last drops out of him that I stopped. He lay there exhausted but smiling. I leant forward and gave him a big kiss and told him he had been a good boy which means he might get other treats in the future. He was enjoying being treated like a kid. I got a couple of tissues from his bedside cabinet and cleaned the spunk off him. I put my bikini top back on and told him would have to give me a hand back over the fence. He got himself dressed and we headed down stairs. When we got outside Pete was still working in the garden and came over to meet us. He asked John if he had enjoyed himself and John said it had been terrific. I asked who was going to help me over the fence and they both volunteered. Pete held my arms while John supported my bottom. As I stepped over the fence John ran his fingers along my pussy one more time and smiled at Pete. John then went and got my plants and handed them over to me. I thanked him but he said no thank you. When Pete and I go in the house Pete asked what it was like fucking an old guy. I told him that I hadn’t fucked him but just wanked him off. Pete looked disappointed but made me recount every detail. Within seconds of finishing my story I was on the kitchen floor on all fours with my tits out and bikini bottoms round me knees and Pete was pumping me big style with his rampant dick. It didn’t take him long to make me cum and for him to shoot his load up my wet hole. As we lay on the floor he asked me why I hadn’t fucked John. I told him that I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to have sex with other men. He explained that was a fantasy he has always had and me doing it with someone nearly 50 years older than me made it all the more exciting. He said if I was up for it he would invite John round one night and he would watch John and me fucking. I know John is a nice guy so I said it would be OK as long as all 3 of us are alright with it. Pete is now busy making plans on when the evening should be and what I should wear. I’ve told him he can do the writing next time – so wait and see what happens.