Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 05:58:39 GMT
From: Joe Camp <idc90@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Old Man's Life

An Old Man's Life 17
Codes b/g M/F M/b M/t M/t/t M/M/M  love story (mast, oral,
anal, incest)
By idc90@hotmail.com

  Warning:  The following story is a work of fiction. It
is a fantasy.  It never happened, except in the author's
imagination.  This story contains sex between children, a
man and a boy, male teens, and a man and two teenage boys.
The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults
and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where
you are, you already know what your supposed to do.  Find
something else and delet this file.  If this kind of story
turns you off, find something else. If your looking for a
story that has someone having sex ever other sentence, this
one is not it.

  This is a love story between an older man and a boy.  This
story starts with the man as a boy, and follows his life into
old age, looking into the hidden corners to find how he could
love a boy, and ends with the teens as men.

  Fiction and Real Life: This story is nearly all fiction.
The experiences described between the boy at age 7 and his
9 year old sister, are true.  I saw the locker room scene in
the 8th grade, and it happened as described. The masturbation
scene using a rayon bedspread is loosely based on my own experience.
All portions of the Army experiences are true, and based on my own
service in the early 1960's. Past that point, it's all fiction.
My apologies to the City of Houston for placing the rent boy pickup
point there. I have never been to Houston, but most big cities
have an area as described where men go looking for sex.
The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex.
That's not real life if you want to live to old age.  The
characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch
anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters
to an actual person is purely coincidental.

  The author retains the copyright of this story.  Placing this
story on a commercial web site without the authors permission is
a violation of that copyright.

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                         London, England

  Paul and I got home from London a few days ago.  Being apart
from Bob for three months was hard for me, and I don't know how
Paul and Bob stood the 6 months he was away.  It was the first
time Bob and I have been apart for more then a few days, in the
last 13 years.  I can't believe it, Bob is 24 now, and we've
been together for 13 years.  I used to worry about living until
he was 18.  I tried to let Paul and Bob have a lot of private
time together over the weekend, and they couldn't keep their
hands off each other.

  We were in the den, and I went to the kitchen to get us some
drinks.  By the time I got back, Bob had Paul's pants and
underwear around his ankles.  He was on his knees in front of
Paul, and Paul's big hard dick was buried down his throat.  His
hand was working Paul's big nuts inside his full sac.  Paul
started gently fucking in and out of Bob's mouth, as he stroked
the back of Bob's head. Bob slowly bobbed his head up and down
on Paul's big tool in time with Paul's gentle thrusts.  They
both looked over and grinned without ever missing a beat, as I
entered the room.  I have never understood how Bob can grin with
so much expression, when his mouth is full and bloated with one
of our hard dicks.  They weren't in any hurry, as Paul was
working on his third nut of the day.  It took about 20 minutes
before Paul tensed and groaned, "Oh, Baby", as Bob swallowed the
love offering Paul gave him, spurt by spurt.  I'm not saying
that Bob didn't pay me a lot of attention too.  He let me know
he really loves and missed me, but they're young and full of
spunk, and I have trouble with once a day.  I can't even
remember the last time I was able to cum three times in one day.
I'm sorry, I'm jumping ahead of myself.

  The company wanted Paul to work in the London office for six
months.  His boss quietly took him aside and told him he could
turn the job down, but if he went, the higher ups would remember
he could be counted on.  He didn't say so, because he couldn't,
but Paul got the impression that turning it down would not be
the right career move.  He only had a week to decide.  They had
to have time to find someone else if he didn't go.  Paul was
torn.  He loved working for the company, and he wanted to go.
It would be a great experience.  The chance to see England might
never come his way again.  The boost it could give his career
couldn't be measured.  But to go without us? The family would
have to break up for six months in order for Paul to go.  Bob
encouraged Paul to go, telling him it was what they had worked
so hard for.  He even let him know he was a little jealous it
wasn't him they made the offer to.  Bob told him six months
would pass, and we could all be together again.  It was Bob's
idea that I spend three months in London with Paul, and three
months in Houston with Bob.  It wouldn't be so hard on Paul that
way, and they would each share the experience of being alone.
The company would give him a generous living allowance while he
was there, but since we are not legally married, we would have
to pay my way if I went with him.  Poor Bob had to stay in
Houston no matter what we did.

  Paul spent the next week getting ready to go.  The big hold
up, was on getting his passport and visas.  He wasn't worried
about getting along with his English boss, they had been
communicating by e-mail ever since Paul had gone to work, and
he felt they would get along fine.  There are a lot of good
people in the London office, but none were ready to step into
the job that unexpectedly became vacant.  His job in England was
to groom an employee to fill it.

  Before we were ready for it to happen, Paul was gone, and
there was an empty spot at the table.  That first night, I asked
Bob to fuck me.  I lay on my back and lifted my legs to my
chest.  He used KY jelly as he slowly prepared my chute to
accept his dick.  I knew he was already missing Paul as much as
I was.  It had been a long time since it wasn't the three of us
together.  Bob slipped his dick into me, and slowly we started
our comforting of each other.  Bob went slow, working his dick
into me as far as he could, before slowly starting his
withdrawal.  He didn't try to hit my prostate each time, we
wanted it to last as long as it could.  Gently he fucked me,
minute by minute, sometimes hitting my prostate, sometimes not.
Bob started speeding up.  I tried to slow him back down, but he
said, "I sorry, I've just got to cum.  I can't stand it any
more."  He sped up, fucking harder into me, hitting my prostate
each and every time, driving deep into me with his need.  "Oh,
Maaaatt!"  My prostate felt ever pulse and contraction of his
dick as he shot his load.  Each warm spurt of cum being welcome
in my channel.  My dick shot one large glob onto my stomach, as
I grunted, and then started dribbling out my cum.  I held my
husband close to my chest, pouring out my love and comfort to
him.  We didn't need to speak.  When he tried to withdraw his
dick from me, I locked my ankles behind him, and pushed him back
tight against my butt.  I don't know how long we lay there like
that.  When my legs started to ache, we got up and went to
shower.  "It's going to be harder then I thought, Matt."  "I
know, Bob."

  Paul would e-mail us several times a day.  He would describe
to us the places he saw and how London appeared to him.  Paul
could have been a writer.  We knew just what his room looked
like at the hotel he was staying at, and exactly what we would
see if we looked out his window.  We knew the waitress where he
had breakfast every morning.  It was almost like he was there
with us, but I couldn't touch him.  I couldn't hold him tight.
I couldn't feel him inside me, shooting his massive load, or be
inside him, showing him how much he means to me.  I couldn't
find his shoulder that's my pillow as I sleep.

  Paul would close the last e-mail of the day with the number of
days left before I joined him.  He was trying to find a flat,
(an apartment to the rest of us), that he could rent for the few
months we would be there, but wasn't having any luck.  He found
one available that the owner was willing to rent on short term.
His e-mail said, "I won't ever let you live in a dump like
that!"  I e-mailed him back, "I don't care where we stay.  We
won't be there forever, and any place I can be with you, is
going to be a castle."

  Paul e-mailed us that when his boss found out he had been
looking for someplace for us to stay, he had offered his extra
bedroom.  Paul had come out to his fellow employees when he
first got there, telling them he was in a gay marriage.  Even
though England seems to be much more liberal about gays then the
USA, he hadn't known Brown (his boss) was also gay.  The subject
had just never come up.  They made arraignments agreeable to all
of us, and Paul moved into the extra bedroom.

  Paul began getting settled in at Brown's.  He wrote he has
more free time at work then he knows what to do with.  He has to
be there, because the job is his responsibility, but the lady he
is training does all the work.  He has been doing the tourist
thing on his days off, and wants to take me to some of the
places he's been, when I get there.

  Paul told us in one e-mail, that he really missed Bob's
cooking.  "I wish you had taught me how to cook.  Brown can't
cook worth shit either.  We're living on canned foods and frozen
dinners, or eating in restaurants."

  Brown has a two bedroom town house.  The bathroom, or as Brown
calls it, the loo, is the first door on the right down the hall.
Paul's room is the second door, with Brown's bedroom across the
hall.  Of course Brown has the largest room, with a private
bath.  Paul has to go into the hallway to get to the bathroom he
uses, so he bought a robe.  Paul's bedroom window looks out into
the small back yard, or garden as Brown refers to it.  "It's a
nice place, and I'm comfortable here," wrote Paul, "but it's not
home, and I miss you guys something terrible."  After Bob read
about Paul buying a robe, there was a new one laying on our bed
that night for me to take.  The time of my leaving was getting
closer, and I was torn between wanting to be with Paul, and
having to leave Bob.

  Brown has 'friends' stay overnight once in a while, and Paul
told us that sometimes makes him so lonely he wants to cry for
us.  He said the day after Brown had one of his sleep overs,
Brown noticed Paul was depressed.  He asked Paul what was the
matter, and Paul told him, "I miss them so much.  Especially at
night."  Brown offered to have sex with Paul, but Paul turned
him down without hurting his feelings, and told him Mr. Thumb
and his four sons would have to do.

  The week before I left, I tried to keep Bob drained.  I got
him off every way I could think of.  I would wake him in the
mornings giving him a blowjob.  I would have his pants down as
soon as he came in the door from work, and I would fuck him if I
could, or he would use my love chute.  I would get him off the
last thing every night before we went to sleep, his love making
growing more frantic as our time together grew shorter.

  Paul met me at the gate as I cleared customs.  I knew from the
way Paul had described him that the man next to him was Brown.
Paul grabbed me in his big bear hug, swinging me around, and
telling me "Welcome to England.  Let's get home fast."  No one
around us took any notice, except one older man that smiled.  We
didn't kiss, but acted as if I was his grandfather he hadn't
seen in a long time.

  We got my bags in Brown's car, and he told me it would take
about 45 minutes for us to get home.  I was apprehensive of the
other cars, for some reason, and then it dawned on me, even
though I had expected to see it.  They were all driving on the
wrong side of the road.  Paul and I set in the back seat on the
way to Brown's.  It was hard to keep from grabbing him and
devouring him with kisses.  I satisfied myself with just
touching his leg, running my hand up and down the inside
of his thigh as he was doing to me.  I let my hand slip a little
higher up on his leg, coming to a stop at his full package.
Paul opened his legs a little more, as I cupped and massaged
him.

  Brown had been talking ever since we had started off, pointing
out points of interest along the way.  I had been answering him
when he asked me a question, but couldn't put my heart into the
conversation.  I just wanted to drink in my Paul.  He was the
only point of interest I was interested in.  Brown had asked me
something, and I looked up to see him watching me and Paul in the
rear view mirror.  He had a big grin on his face, letting me
know he knew exactly what we were doing.  "Paul's been a good
lad since he's been here.  I offered to help him take the edge
off, but he bloody well turned me down.  The poor lad's been
having to be satisfied with a wank."  "I know.  He tells us
everything." I told Brown.  "Everything?" asked Brown.
"Everything." I replied.

  We were soon at Brown's house, and unloaded my bags from the
car.  We had barely gotten in the house, dropping the bags in
the middle of the living room, when Paul's hand was in my mouth
pulling out my 'falsies'.  His hands slipped down to my butt, as
he pulled me tight against his body.  I could feel his hard dick
pressed against me, as I am sure he could feel mine.  We forgot
about Brown even being there, as we entered our own world.
Paul's lips were crushed against my mouth, as his tongue
lustfully sought mine.  His tongue was running across my gums as
I felt him stiffen a little, and his hard dick jump.  I
suspected what had happened, but I didn't want to break our
kiss.  I just held my Paul hard against me, and gave him a
little pelvic grind.

  Once we felt we could loosen our hold on each other, I slipped
my hand down the front of Paul's pants.  As I thought, it was
wet and sticky.  I smiled at him and said, "Thanks, lover."  I
can't describe how it made me feel, knowing I had this effect on
him.  To know this beautiful young man that could have anyone he
wants, really wants me.  To know that even though I'm old and
worn out, my young greek god still wants me, even after 10
years.  To know just kissing me had excited him and made him
cream his pants.  I can't help but sometimes wonder if Paul and
Bob wouldn't be happier without me.  Their young and I'm old,
and sometimes my age stops us from doing some things.  They
don't water ski, because I'm too old.   Am I in the way?  Do
they still ask for sex with me out of a sense of duty?  Do
they really still want me?  I knew at that moment.  My Paul
still wants and needs me, as much as I want and need him!

  Brown cleared his throat, and remarked, "Maybe you had better
show Matt your bedroom Paul."  I blushed as I realized where my
hand was.  I led Paul to our bedroom, as Brown chuckled and
shook his head.  Paul lowered me to our bed, kissing and
caressing me.

"I feel like a little school boy, creaming my pants on my first date."

"No, lover" I replied.  "You don't know how good that makes me feel,
just knowing you missed me that much."

  I slipped off his shirt, caressing and loving his firm chest.  I
needed to feel and rediscover every spot and part of him.  I let him
slip off my shirt before I pushed him back down, removing his shoes
and socks.  I opened his pants, and he helped me slid them down by
lifting his hips.  I flung them to the floor, the change in his
pockets spilling and clanging as it scattered.  I didn't care.  I
needed Paul naked, fast.  I slipped his soiled jockeys off, wadding
them in a ball and tossing them aside.  I lowered myself to his crotch,
and used my tongue to clean the remains of his emission.  I took longer
then needed as I cleaned his pubic area.  I licked up and down his
hard tool, going over and over it, making sure he was clean.  I
licked each bit of skin on and around his massive nuts, using
my tongue to stroke the sac clean.  Paul was moaning and
withering under my ministrations.  I told him to get the lube,
because he was going to get fucked, as I got out of the rest of
my clothes.

  Paul reached over to the night stand, and handed me a tube of
KY jelly.  I put a large dab on my finger and started working it
into Paul's puckered rosebud.  I worked slowly and throughly,
ending with three fingers inside him.  It had been three long
months since Paul had Bob or me inside him, and I didn't want to
hurt him.  Paul was relaxed and ready.  He reached for me,
urging me to enter him.  I handed him the lube, asking him to
fix me.  He quickly slicked me up, and urged me to hurry.

  Paul placed a pillow under himself, lifted his legs to his
chest, and exposed his most private spot to me.   I touched his
opening with my dick, and he started pushing out, urging me to
enter him and fill his need.  I pushed in, and as I could tell
he wasn't in pain, I went in all the way.  Paul was humping his
ass against me, trying to urge me on, "Oh, please baby, it's
been so long", he groaned.  I started a slow long dicking,
smoothly going back and forth, being careful to hit his prostate
each time I passed it.  Paul was squeezing down on my dick on the
outward strokes, trying to trap me deep inside himself.  The
pre-cum was leaking from his dick like a small river.  When we are
in just the right position, I can reach his long dick with my mouth,
and still stay humping inside him.  I leaned over and licked the
pre-cum from his big head.  Paul let out a loud groan, and used
his ass to let me know he wanted to speed up.  I increased my
speed, moving in and out a little faster.  I was getting close,
but Paul was too.  His nuts were drawn up tight, and his
breathing matched mine.  We were both panting and groaning, as
we knew it wouldn't be long.  I had to shove hard into my
lover, and I slipped my mouth over his dick as I shot into him.
Paul yelled, "Oh Baby", and was filling my mouth with his juice,
the taste I had been missing.  He tastes a lot like Bob, but
they are different.  I swallowed fast, making room in my mouth
for all his load, trying to let none escape.

  Paul pulled me up to his mouth, and kissed me, our sharing his
taste.  I was still inside him, and relaxed onto his chest,
hugging and loving my man.  We lay like that a long time, just
holding each other, filling our need to be together.

There was a gentle knock at the door, and Paul called out, "just a
minute."  I slipped out of him.  We got under the covers, and I
lay close at his side.  "Come in", Paul called out.

Brown entered, carrying two cups.  "It's been quiet a while, and
I thought you might be ready for some tea."  He handed Paul a cup
and said, "That one's tea, and this one's coffee" as he handed
me my cup.  "Paul told me you prefer coffee, but you really will
have to try some good tea while you're here."

"Thank you" I told Brown.  "I'll try the tea, but I've lived too
many years on coffee to give it up."

"Is he always that loud?" Brown asked me as he nodded at Paul.

"He was trying to be quiet." I replied.  Paul just lay there
grinning like the cat that ate the bird.

"Well then, yes, I'll excuse myself and leave you alone."

  We lay close together for about an hour, holding and petting
on one another, without speaking.  We were together.  Nothing
needed to be said.  Without a word, Paul reached for the lube,
got a dab on his finger, and reached between my legs.  I helped
by spreading them wide, and slipping a pillow under my hips,
raised my legs.  I hadn't gotten hard again, but neither of us
expected me too.  Paul knew I wanted this, that I needed this.
He worked a long time getting me ready to receive him.  He
worked each finger until my muscles were relaxed and offering no
resistance.  By the time he had worked three fingers in, I was
as ready as I would get.  He slowly pushed in, and even after
the preparation, I was being stretched.  It had been three
months, and I wasn't used to him anymore.  I tried not to show
any pain, but Paul knows me too well.  "I'm sorry baby." he told
me as he paused to let me adjust.  I pulled his lips to me and
kissed him deep, holding him fast to me.  I gave my butt a
little hump, letting him know to precede.  He started his slow
long dicking, the one that drives me wild.  We knew I was still
empty, and wouldn't be able to climax, but the feelings my lover
was giving me were great.  I worked my muscles around his dick,
trapping his head as he withdrew on his outward strokes.  Paul
was groaning and softly whispering sweet nothings in my ear,
telling me how much he loves me, and had missed me.  He raised
up and started increasing the speed of his fucking, moaning
louder and louder as he got ready to shoot.  "OOOOOOH Maaaaatt!"
his hot sperm was hitting deep inside me.  I had missed the
feelings of his cum being so deep inside me.  Paul's convulsions
were slowing down, but after a second, he shivered and shot one
more glob into me.  He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavy.
I could feel the fast beating of his heart against my chest as I
hugged him tight.  He was returning to normal.  His heart beat
was slowing down, and his breaths were becoming deeper.  He
locked his lips to mine, his tongue going deep into my mouth.
We traded spit for a long time, as he stayed deep inside my ass.
He withdrew, and lay beside me.  The time differences were
catching up with me.  I was so tired.  The adrenalin was wearing
off.  Our needs had been satisfied for a while.  My head found
it's pillow on Paul's broad chest, as I cuddled up to my
husband.  I was asleep in his arms.

  I awoke late at night.  I could hear Paul's deep breathing of
sleep, and my head was gently raising and falling with the
movement of his chest.  I needed a piss.  My bags had been moved
into our room, but I slipped on Paul's robe instead of trying to
find mine.  I went to the bathroom, and then gently slipped back
into bed, climbing into my Paul's arms.  I was at peace, even
though my leg that usually presses against Bob as we sleep,
couldn't find him.

  I awoke feeling Paul entering me.  I had slept through his
getting me ready, but awoke as his big head pushed past my
prostate.  I wiggled deeper onto his hard stick, giving him a
low moan of satisfaction.  Paul was able to keep the noise down
that morning, as he gave quite moans and groans.  He was slowly
working his tool, gently fucking me, kissing my neck and
shoulders.  His passion was a deep loving need, not the powerful
lust of physical release.  He held me tight against him as his
love exploded into me, trying to pull his whole body completely
inside me.

"Morning, Baby."

"Mmmm, good morning, Paul.  I guess I conked out on you last
night."

"It's ok, I couldn't get enough sleep the first few days I was
here either.  Brown and I are going to a cafe for breakfast.
Do you want to come or stay here and sleep some more?  There is
milk and cereal in the kitchen, if you don't want to go."

"I think I"ll sleep in today, but if you'll get some bacon and
eggs, I'll fix breakfast for you tomorrow."

"That would be great.  You know the only way I can cook eggs is
to boil or scramble them.  Would you fix us one of your
omelets?"

"Anything you want, lover.  Just remember to get some onions,
potatoes, and oregano too."

  Paul gently removed his soft dick from me, and went to shower
and get ready for work.  I slid over to a dry spot on the bed
and went back to sleep.  I woke about 1:00 in the afternoon, and
stumbled to the bathroom.  I sat on the toilet a long time.  I
was full.  Paul always shoots a lot, but he must have been
saving up for days.  I took my shower and dressed.  I found a
frozen dinner, which I fixed for my lunch, and as it was
heating, I stripped our bed and found the washer and dryer.  I
turned on the TV, and found that British daytime TV is pretty
much the same as at home.  Nothing.  I was still tired, but I
knew if I slept any more, I wouldn't be able to sleep that
night.  I made our bed and found places to put my clothes away.
I sent Bob an e-mail telling him I missed him, and that Paul
looked good.  I puttered around, until I ran out of anything to
do.  I got on the computer and went to
alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated, found a few short stories that
looked like they might be good, and  downloaded them.  I read
them, but couldn't help but think that what I have with my
husbands is better then anything in those stories.  I sat in
front of the idiot box until Paul and Brown came home.

  We went to a small restaurant for supper, and had Italian.
Paul was so attentive to me, that it was almost embarrassing.
We spent the rest of the evening quietly at home, just talking,
and watching TV.  Paul and I sent our last e-mail of the day to
Bob.  When we went to bed that night, our hunger for each other
had been sated, and we were able to enjoy the feelings of being
close together.  Our sex that night was tender and full of love.

  I fixed my famous omelets for breakfast, and Brown said I
could cook anytime I wanted to.  I don't claim to be anywhere
near as good a cook as Bob, but I'm not a stranger in the
kitchen.  I told Paul I would like to go downtown with them, and
I would spend the day exploring.  He took me to his office, and
introduced me to the people he works with.  It was apparent he
had told them a lot about me, except for one thing.  My age.  No
one really looked shocked, but there were a few funny looks.
Paul gave me some British currency, and told me to get a cab and
come back to his office for a rest if I got tired.

  I wandered around, looking in the shops, watching the people,
and taking in the sights.  I sat in a cafe sipping coffee, when
I got tired.  I killed a few hours at a movie, before I headed
back to Paul's office.  Being retired is a bore.  I wrote Bob a
long e-mail, as I waited for Paul and Brown to finish their
work.  We stopped and got some groceries on the way home, and I
fixed us supper.  I didn't do anything fancy, just ham steaks
with mashed potatoes, redeye gravy, and green beans, but they
seemed to enjoy it.

  That evening, Brown told us he regrets never having found
someone to love as Paul and I love each other.  He told us all
his relationships have been short term, and for one to last
three weeks would be a record.  He asked how long we had been
together, and when Paul told him 10 years, Brown choked and
said, "But that would mean you were only--"  "14" finished
Paul.  Paul explained about the therapy, and the months of
longing he had gone through.  I explained to Brown my feelings
of how a relationship couldn't be based on sex.  I feel you have
to have a person as a friend without sex, before love can
develop, and once there is love on both sides, the sex is going
to happen.  Until both people know in their hearts they can't
stand to be apart, sex is just sex.  I explained my marriage to
my wife had been based on lust and loneliness, and that was why
it failed.  My relationship with Bob and Paul was based on love
and even though the sex was great, love is what it is all about.

  Paul took me to all the tourist traps.  We toured the Tower of
London, and saw the Changing of the Guard.  We went everywhere
we could make in a one day trip, and Brown would sometimes go
with us.  We took a few weekend trips, spending the night in a
little hotel.  By the time we were ready to go home, we had seen
more of England than I had toured of the United States, and we
even flew to Paris one weekend.  I went everywhere, because Paul
enjoyed it so much.  I would have been just as happy staying in
bed holding him.

  Brown took us to the airport, and waited with us for our
flight home.  Brown had become a real friend to us, and we knew
we would miss him.  I've e-mailed him a few times since we've
been home, telling him what's going on with us, and asking about
his love life.  We couldn't act sad about leaving though.  We
were on our way home to our Bob.

  Bob met us at the airport, and it was so good to be able to
hug him.  We got back home Saturday afternoon, so we had the
rest of Saturday and all of Sunday together before they had to
go back to work.  I couldn't see the speedometer as Bob drove us
home, but I know there were no cars passing us.  Bob was almost
dragging us as we headed into the house.  The bags would just
have to wait.

  The door slammed, and we were in a hug, doing our three way
french kissing.  Clothes were coming off, being thrown every
which way.  Normally, Bob gets very upset if we get sloppy,
because he's a neat freak.  Not that day.  Bob dragged us to our
bedroom, letting us know he was in charge.  This was to be his
day.  Bob told us he wanted me to 69 him as Paul fucked him.
Paul rushed the job of putting the KY in Bob, and stretching his
muscle.  He was in a hurry, and Bob was urging him on.  I lay in
the center of our bed, and Bob kneeled over me on all four.  I
lapped up the pre-cum hanging in a long strand from his
beautiful dick.  Paul got behind Bob, and slowly entered his
wonderful butt.  Every time Paul pushed the fat head of his dick
past Bob's prostate, I received a shot of pre-cum.  We were all
groaning, and I knew I wouldn't last long.  I was watching
Paul's big dick move in and out of Bob, and with Bob on my dick,
I was hot.  I was watching Bob's nuts.  One minute they were
hanging down loose from his body, resting on the bridge of my
nose.  The next, they were tight against him, and his cum was
filling my mouth.  I started returning the favor, delivering my
seed to Bob.  Paul gave a long groan as he erupted inside Bob.
They dropped down on the bed, with Bob between us, as we hugged
and kissed on each other, whispering how good it was to be
together again.

  Bob had spent the morning cooking, and had enough to feed an
army.  He had fixed all of mine and Paul's favorite dishes, and
we will be eating left overs for a week.  He made us clean up,
and get dressed for supper.  The dinning room was set for a
formal dinner, and we felt special and loved.  We could tell Bob
had been planning this day a long time, and everything was
perfect.  The evening was special, and we relaxed in the den
before heading back to our bed.

  When Paul went to work Monday, his boss took him aside for a
long talk.  He told Paul that the reports Brown had sent were
full of praise about the job Paul had done.  He then let Paul
know he would be getting a promotion in about 2 months.  He
asked Paul not to say anything to anyone else, but told him,
Paul would be taking over the department when his boss received
his promotion and moved to the Singapore office.  Paul felt
honored, as there are several people in his department that have
been with the company for years longer.  When Paul told us, he
said it was just being in the right place at the right time.
I'm sure he was trying not to hurt Bob.  Bob was genuinely happy
for Paul, and told him we would celebrate next weekend.

  I'm just so happy to be home.  It means the world to me to
know how much Paul and Bob love each other, and to know I'm
loved and wanted.  I don't ever want to be apart from one of
my husbands again.