Mr. John

I had lived in Glasgow all my life, worked there, married there, and 6 months ago, buried my wife there. Unlike many men in my position I did not want to shut myself away. This was not what Joan, my wife, would have wanted, nor was it my choice.

I made a point of taking a walk in the local park every day and was on nodding terms with several of the locals. I had my favourite bench where I sat for a while during my walk, simply to enjoy the peace and ponder whatever came to mind.

A few weeks ago I was sitting there when another man sat beside me (although asking me if it was ok with me first). We talked for a while then I introduced myself. "I'm Peter by the way."

We shook hands, "John - nice to meet you."

It turned out John had also lost his wife a few years ago and had also decided to live on in the same place.

"Do you get any exercise other than walking?" I asked.

"I play the odd game of golf, but not very well." he replied.

I told him that I did the same and we arranged a game the following week. I mentioned it to my daughter, who was very keen that I 'did more', so she was pleased to hear it.

John said he would pick me up since my car was off the road at the time. He arrived in a beautiful vintage Jaguar car. I was impressed, although he said he was only keeping it for sentimental reasons, and was not too far from swapping it for a small runabout.

Our game at the course was very enjoyable, even if he did win. Afterwards he asked if I wanted to join him for some lunch, which, he said, his housekeeper was preparing for us.

"You have a housekeeper," I gasped, "that's quite unusual these days isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is," John replied, "but I'm completely useless on my own, so I decided to bring Sally back with me when I visited Manila last year."

When we arrived at John's house, a typical old Victorian large terrace house, Sally opened the door, "Hello, Mr John, how was golf?"

John turned to introduce me, "Very good Sally - this is Peter, a new friend of mine"

Sally was dressed in the type of Chinese tunic and long skirt which you see on a Chinese restaurant manageress, tight fitting, and very sexy.

I shook her hand, noticing that she was a typically beautiful Fillipino and still probably on the low side of 40, "Very pleased to meet you Sally."

She smiled then rushed off to the kitchen.

John led me over to a small bar in the lounge. "What's your poison Peter?" he asked, as he poured out a large whisky.

"I'll join you if I may," I replied, and watched as he poured more than a generous double.

We chatted for a while, enjoying each other's company, when suddenly John stood up and put his glass down. "Peter please excuse me, I have to take a phone call. Sally will get you anything you want."

After a few minutes I decided to take a stroll through to the kitchen to see if I could help Sally at all.

"Ah hello Mr Peter," she laughed, "you smell cooking huh?"

"I just thought you might need some help thats all," I said, immediately regretting having said it, since Sally clearly had everything under control.

As I stood there my eyes caught a washing line almost completely full of womens' panties. Sally saw me looking. "Ah you like Mr John's things, Mr Peter?"

"I'm sorry," I stumbled, "I didn't mean to stare at your clothes Sally."

"Oh no, Mr Peter, these not mine, these are Mr John's. He likes to wear nice things."

Clearly we had more in common than I thought, I pondered, as I had loved women's lingerie for a long time!

Sally had correctly noticed my interest. "You like Mr John's taste, Mr Peter?"

"I, ...I.. yes very nice." I stuttered.

"Let me get you nother drink", Sally smiled. She really was a beautiful woman. I felt jealous but wasn't sure if I should.

I wandered back to the lounge where Sally was filling my glass. "Thank you Sally," I said, "Do you have family living over here?"

"No I just over on my own to work for while." Like very many Filipinos she had come over here to make money and send it back to her family.

John came back in. "I hope Sally has been looking after you?" he smiled.

I replied "Yes she has indeed. You're very. lucky having such capable help. Is there anything she can't do?"

"Well that's a good question. She's a great cook. She also cooks and cleans and is a qualified masseuse!"

"You are joking!" I said.

"No not at all. She keeps me in great shape. I pay her a small salary and she has a room upstairs. In fact if you could use a massage I'll send her along to you one day."

I couldn't refuse that sort of invitation. The prospect of an erotic massage from Sally had my juices going. "Well I have been a bit stiff recently, so that would be very nice thanks," I said.

We arranged that Sally would come round on Wednesday afternoon.

I wasn't quite sure what to expect but I dressed in loose clothing with a pair of my sexiest panties on, since Sally knew I shared 'Mr John's taste'.

She arrived by taxi and had brought her own fold up massage table. "Hello Mr Peter" she cried out. "I look forward to seeing you again"

She was no longer in the chinese style tunic but wore a white silk top and tight black trousers. I shook her hand and took the table in. "Me too, Sally, me too. Now where shall we put this?"

"Maybe in your bedroom, if Ok?" she smiled.

I took the table upstairs and came back down. Sally was looking around the lounge. "You have nice place Mr Peter." she said,

I nodded, "Thanks Sally, I'm happy enough here. Can I get you a drink of anything before we start?"

She asked for a coffee and we sat opposite each other. "Do you have massages Mr Peter?" she looked enquiringly at me.

I sat back, trying not to stare at her breasts, which were outlined enticingly beneath her beautiful white blouse. "No Sally," I said "I can't remember ever having a real one"

"Oh thats a shame. I want to give you a good one so you tell me what you like. Mr John likes me to make room nice and hot, so he not cold when he takes his clothes off. Would you like that?" she smiled.

I said that would be a good idea and turned the heating up.

After we had finished our coffee I led her upstairs and she insisted on helping me undress. When she came to my briefs she laughed, "Ah I see you have dressed up for me!"

I just laughed and climbed on to the table.

To my surprise Sally began to undress. She said it was more comfortable for her when the room was hot, and also she didn't want to get oil onto her clothes. She left her bra and panties on, asked me to lie on my front then applied some oil to my back.

She was quite small so any time she had to stretch over me I could feel her bra rubbing on me. She sensed this and without asking she whipped her bra off. "I think it was uncomfortable for you with my bra scratching you," she said.

I felt the beautiful flesh of her breasts now rubbing on me. "It was fine Sally. But that's great if its ok with you," I murmured, as I began to feel my cock rise in response.

She moved now to my legs and pushed her fingers deep into my ankles and up from my calves into my thighs. The feeling was amazing, her fingers now reaching the bottom of my panties and as she stretched up I could feel her breasts moving against my feet.

"I think its time to move these lovely panties now Mr Peter, or they get all oily."she said. Before I could say anything she had gripped the sides and was pulling them down. She didn't just pull them straight down, however, but made sure that they tugged against my cock on the way.

Her fingers now moved into my arse and dug down the sides of my thighs, just touching the edge of my balls. If I hadn't thought about fucking Sally before (and of course I had) I did now!

She moved away from my legs now, and up to my head, so that she could work on my neck and upper back and arms. I could see her panties up close as she leaned against me. I could also see she was hard, her mound as hard as I'd ever seen.

"Now Mr Peter," she said "if you turn over I do your front."

It was the moment I couldn't avoid but I knew was coming. I turned over and my cock sprung into the vertical! "0h Mr Peter you must like Sally's massage a lot - naughty boy - big boy!" she laughed.

As I looked at her, her beautiful nipples were swelling and her mound was so sexy, my cock just kept bouncing. She put some oil on her hand and began to pull my erection gently. As she did so, she started rubbing her own pussy, then whispered to me, her tongue pushing into my ear, "Mr Peter, would you like to see my pussy?"

I could hardly believe it was happening but gasped "Mmmh god yes!"

She stood back and slowly began to remove her gorgeous lace panties revealing - one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen! Sally was a shemale!

"Do you like me?" she smiled, holding her cock as it stretched towards me.

I had always had gay fantasies but had almost given up on having a real gay experience. Now it seemed that I was about to.

"You're beautiful," I gasped. She came towards me and gave me her cock. I took it in my hands and began to suck it. As I sucked, it became even bigger in my mouth.

Her balls were so beautiful and I licked them gently then took her back into my mouth.

"Do you want me to cum for you Mr Peter?" she whispered.

I almost shouted back, "yes yes Sally give me all your cum!"

A second later she fired her jet of cum right into my mouth. I gagged a little but then swallowed and held her tight against me.

"Come with me Sally," I said, and took her onto the bed. We lay now, kissing deeply and pulling each other's cocks in ecstasy.

"Sally," I whispered, "Do you do this with John?"

"Yes of course Mr Peter. He is soo sexy. He told me he likes you and maybe you could be with both of us."

"Well maybe Sally, but he hasn't spoken to me about it." My mind was racing now and I confess that the prospect of having sex with John was also exciting me.

"Mr Peter," she whispered, "I would like you to fuck me please"

I confessed to Sally that I had never fucked anally but she told me I would love her, and raised her arsehole towards me. She had such beautiful skin, with a golden glow. I licked her from her cock round to her glorious arsehole then kissed her gorgeous hole before pushing my tongue up to her sweet opening. My cock was as hard as a rock and found her anal passage with ease. Of course she made it so easy for me as she sucked me in.

"How you like me Mr Peter," she said.

I gasped in return, "You're amazing, Sally. I've never had such amazing sex!"

As we lay together, her breasts heavy against me, I couldn't get over reaching down for a pussy and finding her hard cock waiting for me. I must have sucked her off at least six times that night and still awoke next morning with a massive erection and her tongue down my throat.

She had to leave early next morning, but later that day I phoned John to talk about my experience.

He seemed happy, "Hi Peter, Sally told me you had a nice time. She's some girl, I must say."

"Yes John she took me a bit by surprise but you knew she would didn't you?"

"Well yes, Peter, but I didn't want to put you off, or prejudge things for you. Look, now that we know each other better, why don't you come round tomorrow night. You can stay if you want."

"That would be nice John," I said, now thinking about him in quite a different light. Could I imagine sucking his cock? Would we all have sex together - what exactly? As I thought about it I knew I wanted him and Sally.

I arranged to go around 4pm the next day so we could have a drink before dinner, which, as usual, Sally would cook from her huge repertoire of Asian food. John met me at the door. He was wearing a loose casual white linen shirt and grey chinos. He seemed to have tanned in the last few days since I saw him. We shook hands, his grip appearing noticeabley warmer than before.

"Come in Peter. Sally's getting the drinks and will join us in a short while. Maybe I can show you round the house this time, and try to persuade you to stay," he said.

John had buckets of charm which made it difficult to say 'no'. "Yes of course," I smiled.

He led me upstairs to the guest bedrooms, all tastefully decorated with subtle pastel shades, and paintings in the impressionist style, After that we moved to the master bedroom. My jaw dropped as he opened the door. At the head of the bed were two life size photos of Sally in profile, both naked, one with her penis flaccid and one with it fully erect.

John broke the silence. "Naturally I have to cover that one up if there are any tradesmen in the house!" he laughed.

I looked at him. "She is so beautiful," I breathed.

"And moreso in the flesh, as you know, Peter." he said quietly.

"Yes," I said, "I'm forever in your debt. Why did you do it, by the way?"

"You shouldn't be surprised, Peter. You're a good looking man yourself. It was Sally who wanted you." he said, turning his back, "Here, let me show you the en-suite"

I entered in front of John. It had a stunning walk in shower, but facing you, above a standalone turquoise bath was another life size photo, this time of John, naked and lying on their bed, clearly after sex. "Sally took that one" he said. "What do you think?"

I turned to look at him and he had moved towards me. His smile was intoxicating and I took his hand as he lent forward to kiss me. "Would you like Sally to take one of us - perhaps, later?" he spoke quietly.

"Yes I think that would be nice," I murmured and we kissed properly, and for what seemed a long time.

After that John suggested we have a shower before dinner. He had some special Asian robes which he said Sally would appreciate if we wore.

We showered together but avoided touching at his request, so soon before dinner. The robes he mentioned were white silk with golden cords. When John put his on it was all I could do not to touch him, but I followed him down to dinner after putting my robe on. We sat down at the dinner table and waited for Sally. When she arrived I gasped with astonishment and delight.

Sally was naked except for a diamond cock ring which held his erection in place.

"Good evening gentlemen," Sally smiled broadly.

"My God Sally," I gasped. "You look amazing!"

"Thank you Mr Peter," he beamed. "I want to look good for you and Mr John."

Sally had brought the first course of marinated fish and sat down to join us. The fish was amazing and also the next course, which was a spicy beef.

John and I were full of praise for Sally, but she smiled and told us that the dessert was a surprise, that she hoped would be the best. When she came back from the kitchen I expected to see some sparkling ice cream bomb or similar. Instead she was carrying two bowls, one of a strawberry compote and the other of melted dark chocolate.

She came to my side and pushed her erect penis towards me. "You must choose and dip Mr Peter - then you can lick!"

I looked at John, who was smiling, and chose chocolate. Sally dipped her cock deep into the chocolate and offered it to me with a napkin to catch any drips. I immediately took her into my mouth and licked and sucked til I had finished it.

"You like some more Mr Peter?" said Sally.

"No, allow me," said John standing up. He quickly untied the cord of his gown and stood before me, his proud erection, pink and throbbing. "Now, more chocolate or maybe strawberry?"

I dropped to my knees "Strawberry please." I said and took his cock in my mouth as he spooned some strawberry compote in at the same time. I quickly swallowed the strawberry but I wanted his cum more than anything. I wanked him slowly into me as I held his swelling balls in my other hand.

Sally was laughing and wanking herself "Oh yes Mr Peter you take him all now!"

Suddenly John was thrusting into my mouth involuntarily. Three fierce jets of cum fired into my mouth, mixing with the remains of the strawberry. They tasted wonderful and I swallowed them quickly. John now bent down and kissed me, enjoying the taste of strawberry cum that we had made. He gasped, "Thank you, thank you Peter. It was so wonderful!"

I kissed John, licking round his mouth and thrust my hand between his legs and into his moist hole. He stood up took my hand and led me upstairs to the massive bed. "Sally will help," he said, and lay face down on the bed. "Don't worry if it seems like you're hurting me - I want it that way"

Sally lay down under John in the 69 position and each began kissing and licking the tips of their cocks, to arouse but not to bring their partner to climax. I started to lick John's hole and loved the feeling I had as I forced my tongue into him. He was screaming for me to fuck him.

I stretched his hole wide and spat into him several times, then began to finger fuck him for a while, wanking myself to get harder. "Now John, fuck me please," John said. I rammed my cock all the way in. He screamed but I ignored him as he had said.

Immediately I began fucking him hard. He and Sally had now started sucking each other a bit harder and it aroused me more. I fucked as hard and fast as I could despite his screaming, which only made me feel like fucking harder. I cried out "Yes yes fuck I'm coming!" Both of them sucked and wanked as fast as they could and we all climaxed together.

I couldn't believe sex could be so good. All three of us collapsed together - cum was spread around us as we rubbed each other sensually.

In a little while John suggested we go back down to the living room. "Peter why don't you put on a pair of my panties from the drawer there - for fun later."

I said I would and selected a pair of very pink lace edged nylon panties. My cock immediately grew inside these and the beautiful nylon stretched and outlined my cock and balls amazingly.

In the living room we sat on the sofa with Sally in the middle, watching some porn.

Sally couldn't keep her hands off our cocks and sucked us off alternatively. Each time she took some cum from one of us she transferred it with a long kiss to the other. We were on a sexual high for hours.

When we went to bed I was surprised to see Sally go to her own room but John explained that he liked to give her her privacy so that was their rule. It was clear that John wanted me in his bed, however, and I was really happy - he was such a sexy man.

We started again to make love and John motioned for me to turn over. I had to confess that although I'd fucked Sally I'd never been fucked. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered. I did want to but was a bit nervous.

"Yes of course I do - I really want you in me"

"We'll take it very easy - you'll love it, I can tell you. Sally gives such a wonderfull fuck. She'll have you soon if you want!"

I felt John take control of me and pull me under him, feeling feverishly for my hole. Mmmh I wanted more. I could feel his finger probing me, pushing me as he was kissing me, biting me. Do it more to me! Do it to me! Push, push your cock up into me.

I'd never wanted anything more in my life than to be fucked by a man. I pushed myself up onto my knees and felt him surround me with his body. His cock and balls were rubbing me from behind and his finger was pushing further into me.

Suddenly I felt the tip of his cock pushing into me. I put my hand behind me and held his cock as he pushed it further in. Yes there was some pain but the feeling that I would be linked by flesh with this man was amazing. "John," I whispered," I want you in me, I want you to really fuck me now."

He pushed harder and then I felt it, his hard cock was inside me and pushing against me inside. God I was so happy. I cried out to him "Ride me John, ride me all night!"

"Mmmh yes Peter," he cried, "You're so fucking good I need you all night - mmmh I'll get Sally to bring us breakfast so we can be like this all day!"