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 impose myself there. 

Just as I was about to turn and ask for my coffee to be put in a paper cup to takeaway I spotted a small table in the corner with one man sitting at it. He appeared to be alone so I went over and asked if he minded sharing the table.  

He indicated that I should sit and made light hearted comments about how busy and noisy it was today. In between sips of coffee and pieces of cake we chatted about this and that and generally got on very well.  He was an easy man to talk to. Up to that point we hadn’t discussed anything personal about ourselves until he reached over, shook my hand and introduced himself as Tom.

Being the polite chap that I was, I told him that my name was Michael and I was pleased to meet him. From then on the conversation went from football to family and circumstances. As mature men we obviously had a lot of life under our belts and little by little it came into the conversation. 

Tom told me about him being a widower with three grown up children who were all successful but had moved away but did come to visit regularly and I told him about my daughter who was married and had a daughter of her own. I Told him that I was married and had been for a long time and that we seem to get along fine. Like I said, Tom was very easy to talk to.

I offered to get us another coffee which he accepted and the conversation continued as it left off. It was a bit personal, I know, but I asked Tom whether he would dip his toe back into the marriage stakes again. He shook his head and said that he couldn’t go through it all again. He was free and single and he liked it that way and wouldn’t I like to be that way once more?

The truth was I probably would.  Although my wife and I get along very well there is a great deal of familiarity and taking things for granted in our relationship.  There’s also not a great deal of intimacy either, and there are times when things feel stale. Tom picked up on my “things could be better “ attitude and very cheekily asked if my sex life had petered out of late. In a moment of frankness I admitted it had.

Emboldened by the nature of Tom’s questions I asked him if he was finished with sex. Instead of answering the question he asked me how broad minded and liberal I was.  Of course I told him I was, expecting to be told that he masturbates a great deal but he surprised me by saying he has a friend and they enjoy each other’s company without the need for clothes.  I asked him how long he had been seeing her but was shocked when he said it wasn’t a her.

Before I had chance to question what he had said he continued to clarify it by saying that he only wanted simple relationships. No wining and dining, buying flowers, remembering anniversaries or whisking them off for romantic weekends. Instead he wanted no-strings relationships where the name of the game was sexual gratification and with other like-minded men he was getting it.

Yes, I was surprised but it was more the honesty of what he had just said that surprised me. He went on to say that it offered him freedom, that men don’t expect monogamy and he can take his fancy with any like-minded man or men he wants without emotional repercussions. 

Well, that did surprise me.  Man or men? 

Probably, like every person on the planet, I had wondered what sex between the same gender would be like but I’d never thought to act on it. Tom’s openness and frankness had given me food for thought.  There’s not a lot of gratification to be got from a quick wank in the shower in a stolen moment. 

Tom picked up on my thoughtful look, picked up the coffee receipt, wrote his number on the back of it and said if I wanted to know more about how he led his life, then to ring him and that he hoped I would. He quickly drained what was left in his coffee cup, shook my hand, said I should have a think about it and give him a call one way or another. With that he got up and left, leaving me with a decision to make.

The following few days were filled with turmoil . The fact that I hadn’t thrown away Tom’s telephone number told me that I would ring and I did. I felt very stressed when I dialled but Tom was very reassuring and asked if we could meet for coffee and could he bring his friend. I wasn’t too sure that I was up for that but he assured me that discretion was paramount. 

The following week I stepped into a less busy cafe and I instantly saw Tom sitting at a table along side a man who I discovered was called Ian. Coffee bought, we sat down to chat. It appears Ian met Tom just like I did and just like me he was tempted to get involved in a no-strings lifestyle with other men. They told me that there were a number of mature men who have sexual needs their wives don’t appear to want to get involved with. 

They often meet for coffee like we were doing , telling their wives, those who have them, that they got to know someone new who they met in a cafe or a library or some other innocent place and became friends . The new friends also had friends and hey presto a whole new group of like-minded friends opens up. So going for a drink or a walk or some such interest would not give rise to suspicion.  They would then be free to engage in whatever satisfied their sensuality. 

Meanwhile, I was invited to Tom’s house the following week on the pretext of going for a coffee and would I mind if Ian came too. Bravely I said yes, but I was concerned about what was going to happen. Tom reassured me that I didn’t have to do anything I was uncomfortable with but that he and Ian would likely lose some or all of their clothes. I didn’t know whether to be excited or scared but I said I would go. 

Telling my wife that I was going to meet Tom for coffee, ( which was true, but not in town) I drove to Tom’s house at the agreed time to be met by a cafetiere of fresh coffee. It didn’t take a genius to understand why they were dressed in loose clothing while I hadn’t thought of how easy it would be to slip them off and on. Coffee poured, we drank and chatted as old friends did until Ian put his hand on Tom’s leg. 

Tom reciprocated and the room fell into almost silence as they stroked each other higher and higher up their legs towards where they meet. I did think that if I didn’t get an erection then I would probably leave but my cock went up like a pole and I knew I would stay the course. 

I sat there and watched as Tom and Ian stroked each other concentrating on the lower areas of their bodies and slipping their hands down the elasticated waistband of their jogging bottoms and stroking each other’s cock . Ian’s hand went to Tom’s chest and Tom helped him by removing his top and allowing his nipples to be fondled and stroked. It wasn’t long before they were both naked and Tom had clasped his mouth over Ian’s cock. 

Sat there watching it all unfold I was mesmerised and extremely horny. I’m now stroking my cock over my trousers and thinking I needed to lose them and join in. Ian must have spotted that I was game-on and tapped Tom on his back and gestured to me. Both smiled and stood up and faced me. 

I don’t think that I have ever seen an erect cock in real life but there in front of me ,not any more than a metre away, were two. Both were standing proud and enticing me to reach out and grasp them, but before I could, the pair told me to stand up. There we were, one dressed man surrounded by two naked ones. As they slowly started to take off my, far to many clothes, I reached out and tentatively stroked their arms and made my way to their proud cocks, gently massaging them as though they were very delicate.  It was, after all, the first time I had ever contemplated doing anything like this, but it felt so natural as well. 

Standing naked in front of them with my own erection I was nervous and a little embarrassed but excited to join in. Before I could,  Tom knelt down in front of me taking my cock in his hand and guiding it into his mouth. Wow, what a feeling. It didn’t take long before I could feel myself about to cum. Tom must have been aware of this as he removed his mouth, gave it a few gentle tugs and offered it to Ian who licked it all over before enveloping it with his mouth.  The next few minutes were spent with him teasing and edging me with his mouth.  This made me so sexed-up that I was desperate to do the same to one of them so I pulled away from Ian’s mouth,  grabbed Tom’s cock and knelt down in front of him eagerly trying to get it in my mouth. What they had done to me, I did to them. My first time and I’d had two cocks in my mouth, one after the other, alternating between Ian and Tom and I loved the sheer naughtiness of sucking away at them with pleasure.

I’m stark naked now along with two other men, each sporting very erect cocks when there’s a knock at the door. I was alarmed but Tom very calmly put on his jogger pants and top and went to answer the door.  Ian and I stopped what we were doing and quietly waited for Tom to return.  He did, but there was someone walking in behind him. Tom introduced him as Keith who was just passing and in need of relief. 

I’d just got used to two naked men and another comes to join in. He first shook my hand and then took hold of my cock and asked if he could join us. Tom and Ian helped him out of his clothes while I just watched as I stroked my cock. This was a lot more than I had bargained for but I was really enjoying the ride. 

The next ten minutes or so was spent fondling and sucking each other’s cocks . By the time Ian said he was ready we had all sucked each other and probably more than once. I did wonder what Ian was ready for, but then Tom looked at me and said that they wanted to take things further and that I needn’t stay if I felt it was a step too far.

Full of intrigue I told them I wanted to stay. As the saying goes “ in for a penny, in for a pound “. It wasn’t that I didn’t know what was going to happen but I didn’t think I would ever witness it or would I even want to witness something that had never crossed my thoughts before. Full of intrigue I sat back and watched. 

From behind a cushion Tom produced a packet of condoms and a bottle of lubricating jelly and Ian assumed a position kneeling on the carpet with his head on the seat of  the settee. Tom approached him from behind and clad only in a condom smeared lubricant onto the vital places and slowly pushed his cock into Ian’s rear and gently pushed it in and out. Ian groaned and Tom closed his eyes and looked like he’d been taken to somewhere else.  I just sat there and couldn’t help but stare at what was in front of me and stroke my cock while Keith ripped open another condom and prepared himself to take Tom’s place.

I found myself pulling my cock to the same rhythm as Tom was thrusting into Ian and wondering what it felt like. Intrigued, I just stared at them as Tom’s pace increased to a level that, within a minute or two, he gave one final thrust and with a loud grunt came deep inside Ian. For the next couple of minutes Tom savoured his orgasm slowly sliding his cock in and out of Ian’s rear end before removing it carefully so as not to lose the condom. As he stood up he reached out, grabbed another condom and handed it to me. Meanwhile,  Keith positioned himself into where Tom had been and entered Ian. Two for the price of one and I, once again,  sat there transfixed by the sight in front of me,  holding a condom and wondering whether I was brave enough to follow the other two.  

Other than Keith taking his time and savouring every moment spent sliding in and out of Ian, the finale was almost the same as Tom’s. As he withdrew Ian turned his head and asked if I wanted a go. The best I could answer was that I would give it a try and so I put the condom on, lubed it and got myself into position.  The sight in front of me was the gaping entrance to Ian’s rear end which had been loosened by Tom and Keith and so my cock slipped in without a struggle. 

I had this lovely warm and encompassing feeling around my cock  which I left stationary for a little while, enjoying the sensation before gradually increasing the pace and receiving more pleasurable feelings. It became very clear to me that I wasn’t going to last very long before my condom was going to filled like Tom’s and Keith’s. When I came it was with quite a loud grunt and a sensation that was so intense I was lost for a while. I couldn’t believe how much relief it brought me and how satisfying I found it.

Ian decided that he wanted to keep his sensuality and not cum so after cleaning ourselves up we had another cup of coffee and I was invited to join their WhatsApp group called The Coffee Club to help with liaising meets. Anything that was explicit could easily be erased and to all intents and purposes it was just a group of mates coordinating meets. 

I’m a very willing member now and Keith and one of his friends, Brian, are going for a walk next week in an area that has lots of dark places and coppice’s where they could “relax” for a while, doing things that men like us do. I will be joining them .