RESTARTING OUR SEX LIVES AT FORTY

“Compared to these people we have only ever had vanilla sex, just plain vanilla sex,” I told Alan as we both watched fascinated while men and women and women and women had sex in ways we had never even dreamed of. The way we fucked that night was the best sex we had ever had.

We made a point of studying lots of porn clips to ascertain what we could do better, and enjoy, to improve our sex lives. The first thing we did was to shave each others pubes, removing vast amounts of pubic hair. Alan left me almost bald, with just an exciting beautifully trimmed black triangle between my legs, while he asked me to shave all his hair off.

I had always naively thought Alan had the same size cock as any other man, though I soon realised he was almost as big and thick as most of the men in the porn clips.

We asked each other what we liked while we watched the porn clips, amazed at what a huge ***********ion there was. “Would you like a man to do that to you? Or another woman?,” Alan would ask me as I was turned on watching sexual acts I had never imagined.

The first time he worshiped my ass was a revelation for me, kissing and licking it, standing in my heels, legs spread, just like the porno clips, forty-years old and never had my ass worshiped. So good, and he had a full on erection for me as soon as his tongue and lips found my ass cheeks. Then he turned me around, his hands grasping my ass as he tongue fucked me.

I realised we were becoming bi-curious when we started teasing each other by asking, “Would you be comfortable with a same sex person giving you sexual pleasure? Another drop dead woman for me, another hunky man for you?” Fantasising about it was very tempting for both of us.

“Look at that woman with two men, and the way she is enjoying two men, would you be comfortable with two men?, Alan asked me, my perverse smile providing my answer.

“Look at that man with two women, and the way he is enjoying them, one sitting on his erection, the other sitting on his face, would you be comfortable with me and another woman?,” I asked, wanting exactly that to happen as my inhibitions slowly evaporated.

When I asked Alan, “Would you like a man to do that to you?,” while we watched a macho black man standing with his hands behind his head soaking up the sexual pleasure of a young white boy edging his erection,” I was surprised and pleased when he told me, “Yes, I would like a man to suck my cock. Would you like to watch?”

I was even more surprised when I answered truthfully without hesitation, “Yes, I would.”

We went shopping together for sexy lingerie, surprised the smaller the item, the more expensive it was. Watching each other trying on lingerie was an exciting new experience fo us. Until then I had never, ever owned a garter belt, my man’s reaction as he ogled my naked body in heels while trying them on made me want to buy several, then the stockings to match.

In no time we both had a drawer of new lingerie, sexy black thongs and g-strings, cup-less bras for me and skimpy, high waisted black thongs and jock straps for my man. I hadn’t even known men wore jock straps for sport, though Alan’s were far sexier than the sport ones, with his naked ass framed by the tiny straps.

The more porn we watched the more we became bi-curious, fantasising and discussing sex with a same sex partner. I was fascinated by lesbian clips, watching the women in lesbian clips having sex with a hung man in other clips. Bi -sexual was taking on a new meaning for me.

We both learnt new ways to tease and edge each other.