When I got back down to the bar the party was still in full swing. I found myself a drink then wandered outside. I saw the two old guys chatting with their wives at a table and wondered if their other halves knew what they got up to. I rolled one of my occasional ‘special’ cigarettes, and wandered down further into the gardens. I'd just got to a more secluded part of the garden to light up when the shorter of the two old men came over and started to make small talk. I could see straight away how pissed he was and could smell the booze on his breath. He introduced himself as Mike, reminding me we had met earlier and asked where my wife was. I told him Id had to put her to bed as she was a bit pissed and too tired to carry on. He then started to apologise for being ‘a bit frisky’ with her earlier on the dancefloor. He explained that he knew he shouldn’t have done it but she was so sexy and seemed to be ‘good fun’ but he was sorry he’d let his mate Bill egg him on. I told him that both him and Bill were cheeky old sods and should keep their hands to themselves. He genuinely seemed remorseful so I told him to forget it and offered him my smoke. He looked over his shoulder to make we couldn’t be seen and had a long drag. He clinked my glass and we stood there enjoying the warm night air. After one of those awkward silences, he apologised again for the way he had treated Jo and told me that he and his wife were no longer ‘intimate’ if I knew what he meant, adding that seeing all the women here in their summer dresses had got him all hot and bothered. I said I knew what he meant and there was some fine looking women there. Id warmed to him and to be honest felt a bit sorry for him. We found a bench to sit on and I rolled another smoke. Our legs were touching as we sat back looking at the stars, he kept thanking me for the smoke and saying what a great guy I was, what a sexy wife I had and asking why didn’t she come back down to the party. For the umpteenth time I told him she was pissed and asleep and wouldn’t be coming back down so he’d have to make do with a wank later thinking about her! Hmm, I think I will he said and had a little rummage in his trousers. I told him to see if his wife was up for it, but he got a bit upset, telling me that she’d completely lost interest over the last few years and things weren’t good between them. Trying to console him I explained that me & Jo had been through periods like that when we didn’t have sex for ages but we always came through it. He asked me what I did when she wasn’t interested in sex. Well Id been with enough married guys to know where this was going and I could feel the beginning of an erection in my trousers. Most of the men I’ve been with have been older than me and Mike certainly fitted the bill there. He was chubby, if Im generous, but this was something I tend to like in a man so given that I was somewhere where nobody knew me, and I’d had more than I should have to drink, I thought why not try and initiate something with Mike. I turned to him and confessed that as well as enjoying a good wank when no sex with Jo was on offer, I occasionally met with other men to have a little fun and satisfy an urge. I just left it hanging there but my answer had obviously made him a little nervous and he shuffled in his seat. I slipped my hand over onto his knee and asked him if he’d ever been with a man. He shook his head but didn’t move my hand away. ‘It can be very exciting’ I told him, whispering in his ear. My hand moved further up his thigh, gently stroking and squeezing it. I looked down and could see a bulge in his trousers. He was sat there looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights as I let my hand travel up and down his leg. ‘Is this Ok?’ I asked. He looked around to check noone could see us and nodded his head. I moved my hand up into his lap and felt his bulge through his trousers. He felt quite small but seemed to be sticking up very nicely! I couldn't help but wonder if Jo had felt this as she backed into him. After giving him a little grope I undid his trousers, slipping my hand in the fly to feel his penis through his boxer shorts. He gasped as my hand fondled him, feeling stiff little cock sticking up. He grabbed my hand as if to stop me and looked around nervously. Getting up I took him by the hand and led him further down the path where a box hedge shielded us. We stood together and I reached out again, pushing his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. He was still hard, his little cock sticking straight out from under his belly. I wrapped my hand around it and started to wank him, working up and down his shaft, feeling him get harder in my hand. I could feel him thrusting forward, his cock pulsing in my hand, his foreskin pulled back and the head exposed. I moved my other hand round to feel his bum, his cheeks tightly clenched as he pushed his cock back and forth in my fist. Very quickly and without a word he started to cum, panting and grunting, his spunk oozing out onto my hand. As his cock softened in my hand he pulled away. I heard him whisper ‘thank you’ and then he was off, doing up his trousers and hurrying back to his wife. I walked back over to the bench and sat down, feeling my erection pressing against my trousers. I love a bit of cock fun now and then and the unexpectedness of the encounter with Mike had really got me hot. I sat there wishing Id gone down and sucked him and wondering how far it could of gone had he not cum so soon. His cock was a nice, manageable size and I thought about how it would have felt inside my arse. I was very hard and moist considered wanking myself off, my hand still covered with Mike’s spunk. I got as far as slipping my hand down my trousers to rub his spunk over my hole when I heard some people coming down into the garden. I decided I’d be better saving it for when I got back to the room. Wiping my hand on the side of the bench I made my way inside, feeling a little unsteady on my feet but very horny.