And Danny Makes Three - Part 1

My wife, Madeline, and I are in our early seventies and have had a very good sex life in our fifty years of marriage. I knew I am bi at age 10, years before we met in college, and while I did not have much sexual experience with men before we got married (frankly just one experience groping in a tent on a Scout campout), I knew I wanted to be married to her. She knew I am bi, and she even told me early in the marriage she would not mind if we included another man in our lovemaking, I thanked her for that offer, but told her I am content to exercise my bi side by occasionally edging cam-2-cam with guys my age. She smiled and said “I am okay with that, Steve. The offer stands if you want to try a threesome. I think I would find it exciting to watch you suck a penis.” That got my interest.

Time passed, years, and we continued to have a very sweet, loving married sex life, nothing kinky or exotic, but very sensual, lots of cuddling, some oral, no anal, and lots of sensual stroking. I have been very good at using my fingers to get her very wet before putting my penis in her vagina. Our favorite position is on our sides, my spooning her from behind, getting her wet with my fingers, and then entering from behind in that position. Nothing athletic, just slow and easy. Kissing and nuzzling her neck.

There was a young man living just down the street we got to know. Danny was an only child and we liked his parents. When he was in his teens we hired him to do some garden work for us and chores I did not want to do, like cleaning out the rain gutters. He was always a sweet, cheerful young man. In the spring of his senior year in high school he turned 18 and after graduation that June he came by the house one day to say he was going off to the university in the fall and could use some money for school. Did we have more things for him to do around the house? I said, “sure, we need the backyard dug up for laying new sod. Want to do that work? Hot and dirty work, but we’ll pay you fifteen dollars an hour.” He smiled and said, “yeah, I’d like to do that.”

He showed up the next day in a t-shirt and shorts. I showed him the shovel and hoe and showed him what I wanted taken out. He went right to work. “Tell me if you need anything, Danny. And if you get hungry or thirsty feel free to come into our kitchen from the yard and help yourself.” I went back into the house.

“Nice that we can give Danny some work; he is such a nice boy,” said Madeline. I agreed and stepped up to hug her, kiss her neck behind the ear, which drives her crazy. She smiled and said “Let’s go into the bedroom.” I followed her into our bedroom, my penis already starting to swell in my pants and it did not take long for us to shed our clothes and lie down on the bed, on top of the sheet because it was rather warm and humid. We cuddled a while. I always say the skin is our most important sex organ, after the mind, and she seems to agree because she enjoys my running my finger tips lightly down her arms, pausing at her breasts, and then letting my fingers drift down her belly to her clit, getting it wet and hard. She reciprocated my light touch with her fingers caressing my balls and penis. Married fifty years we know each other’s bodies well and never tire of exploring them with our fingers and mouths. She rolled on her side and I spooned her, my favorite position for our cuddling, and as I was nuzzling her neck and gently rubbing her wet, already hard clit, I looked past her toward the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, and faintly saw Danny at the door watching us.

I raised myself on my elbow and said loud enough for him to hear, “Come on in, Danny. We are not shy. Don’t you be.” He hesitated and then slowly pushed the door open. He stood at the doorway, blushing at being caught. He was shirtless and sweaty and a bit dirty from the digging. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I came into the house for some water and was looking for the bathroom. I really did not mean to spy on you. I am so sorry.” He looked very embarrassed.

“Danny, relax. We don’t mind being watched” I said. “Why don’t you take a shower in the bathroom down the hall and come back here to join us in bed?”

His eyes got big I astonishment. “You mean naked?” he asked, his voice quivering a little.

“Yes, Danny,” said Madeline, “you are old enough to know the pleasures of the marriage bed. Are you a virgin?” “Yes,” he murmured, and he turned to go down the hall, and we heard the shower turn on in a minute or so.

“Well,” said Madeline, “now you get that threesome I promised you long ago.”

“You mean ‘we get that threesome,’ honey. I think you want this as much as I do.” While we waited I kept working on keeping her vagina wet. She moaned a little as I circled her wet, hard clit with my finger.

Finally Danny reappeared at the door. We took in his teen body as he stood there. He is very cute, a bit “chubby” he probably thinks, but at 72 we do not have the lean bodies of our youth. More to cuddle.

The thing about Danny that got my attention was his uncut penis. Where and when I grew up we were all cut, and I have had a sort of fetish about the foreskin since my youth. Danny’s penis was about 4 inches soft and the foreskin covered the head. He looked great.

“Come join us,” said Madeline, rolling over so that she faced me on our sides and she patted the space between us to indicate to Danny where he should lie down. “Lie down here facing me.” Danny slowly walked over to the bed and crawled in beside up from the foot. He was so nervous.

“Relax, Danny, this is so natural and beautiful,” said Madeline, seeking to calm him down. “Do you masturbate?”

“Yes,” he whispered, and he was unconsciously playing with his penis taking in Madeline’s body, especially her ample breasts.

“So you know what an orgasm feels like, how wonderful it feels.” From the other side of Danny I could see Madeline reach down to hold and stroke Danny’s penis. He started breathing heavily. I scooted up behind him and spooned him. He stiffened a bit in surprise, but I was lightly stroking his leg with my fingertips and that seemed to relax him. “You have a nice hard erection, Danny,” continued Madeline. “Would you like to touch my breast?’

Danny nodded yes, and I could see his left arm move to touch her. “Use your mouth to suck on my nipple, Danny, I like that.”

Danny scooted down a bit and began sucking on Madeline’s right breast. “Oh, yes, Danny, that feels so good.” I could not see her right hand but I was pretty sure she was keeping her hard clit wet and slippery. What they were doing was making me hard and I was sure Danny felt my penis poking at his butt, sliding in his crack but not poking at the hole.

“Danny, “ said Madeline, “would you do me a favor?” He stopped his sucking at her nipple and said softly, “sure.”

To be continued in Part 2.......