214 OUR LIVES WERE FUN free porn video
Life can be fun even if you are as clumsy as me
So we were a lot younger then, married just a year and into anything exiting, now were old and happy with one another but then ah well perhaps I had better tell you all about it!
Well she was a pretty little thing then, 5ft 10” of shapely nice round arse, magic tits the works, about 10 stone not a sexual big hitter but an enquiring mind, that spoke of things to come , or is that cum!
Her name is pat, she`s not 10 stone now nearer 20 I suspect, but it`s been fun this last 30 years and I ain`t the 12 stone bean-pole I was now either so who am I to complain.
I am tony by the way, 6ft 5inch of slack muscle [read fat] we have always been known since we`ve been together as “pony and tat”
Not that that`s relevant but it was a fact that I was hung like a pony from the time I grew a dick. I was born a romantic sort of youth.
Anyway I met the old queen when I was a young man in the army, she was a Naffi girl and we hit it off from the start, a dozen dates and we were engaged. Our first sex was a grope against the boiler house wall, back of the cookhouse one rainy evening... dead romantic; the second though was more of a step in the right direction, and the third was fantastic, full sex in the back of a 4 ton truck on the transport park!
I told you I was a born romantic!
Anyway we had our wedding and went off for our honeymoon in a hired leaky caravan deep in darkest Wiltshire, the thing had our first double bed and fungus in the shower, it was surrounded by a sea of mud and it rained throughout, so to pass the time [there being no TV then] we shagged our brains out for 14 days.
Soon back to reality and the army we had a military quarter that was soon due replacement, in Aldershot, an old terraced house coal fired heated and small, built no doubt for the boar war. It was however better than the caravan in that it was dry and had no fungus!
Next door on one side was a passageway to the back yard and to our left the platoon prat, who spent his time shouting at the k**s and having sex with his miserable wife every detail of which we could hear through the thin wall between the houses.
Anyway we were shall we say adventurous, Pat was barren in that she had had some woman`s problem in her youth and the doctor had buggered up the job so k**s were out of the picture.
Now they say every sad story has a bright side and ours was that we could shag away from dawn to dusk and there would be no fallout. It also meant that pat could “experiment” with whom or as it turned out “what” she had a fancy for the only risk was of an STI.
Anyway after the first few months together we had tried every vanilla position and location and frankly we needed a bit of a lift in our sex lives.
Now Pat had a friend at work called Mary, and this big busty blond was a bit of a dyke, though I in all innocence didn`t realise that at the time.
She came to tea one evening and things took a turn for the worse [or better dependant on your POV] after the after dinner drinks took a hold and I quietly dozed off in front of the fire.
Pat and Mary sat on our issue sofa together, chatting about the past few years working together and living in over the job.
Well I woke it was to see my wife deep in a long snog with her friend, and I found that rather exciting. It turned out they had been a bit more than just friends and were keen to continue their sexual tryst. Now me I am like the rest of the male population and was keen to enjoy whatever was on offer, especially if I could get a bit of a fresh pussy.
That night I found out about threesomes, they start off all men are equal, and as the participants of Orwell`s a****l farm ...some are more equal than others ...Mary took over, producing a dildo and ignoring me, soon having my lovely Pat over the coffee table.
Well it was all very stimulating but it was not quite what my overheated brain had in mind.
I tried, by god how I tried, but the big blond bitch kept wiggling her butt so I couldn’t get a purchase, and grunting that I need to “take that bloody great thing away!”
Fortunately Pat took pity on me and did a pretty good blow job and that at least took the edge off the disappointment even if it as a bit jerky
The next time she visited I was ready for the blond butch bitch and managed to get a rope round her body while she was across the wife that kept her still enough to wop one in there. After that night she had a new respect for the male todger and we all enjoyed a much more convivial sex-life! She still occasionally visits though she`s not so active as she was, but she still loves a bit of bondage!
Anyway the next thing that happened was I was sent to Northern Ireland, for 4 long months, and while I was away Mary and Pat got together a lot more, Mary having discovered her joy at being tied up, began to encourage Pat to dominate her.
Well my misses took to that like a duck to water, and by the time I got home she was taking turns at being the sub!
I soon had a pair of eye bolts screwed in the ceiling of the kitchen so I could hang one of the girls up and enjoy her, even I took a turn occasionally. We even bought a whip from a little shop in a backstreet of Farnborough though there was little room to swing the cat [literally].
That shop had a selection of very interesting books as well, and we learnt a lot about the subject; some bits more interesting than others, Mary was now firmly involved with us, she was interested in the b********y scene, so on a whim I offered to dog-sit for a mate who wanted to go on holiday, but the bloody thing had no nuts... a week of walking a neutered bloodhound made me think twice before I offered again. However a sergeant heard that I had had the thing and asked if I wanted to make a few bob looking after his Great -Dane.
I checked that bloody dogs nuts before I said I would have it!
It did the business for Mary, though of course, us never having owned a dog we knew nothing of a dogs appetite so it ate us out of house and home having an appetite like a horse expecting a dozen meals a day, great useless article!
However it took to screwing Mary like a stud horse... even Pat tried it out and by the end of the second week it would screw anyone in a skirt....I often wondered what the sergeant thought when the now heavily overweight dog, waddled into his quarter and tried to get across his dear mother in law who was visiting at the time I returned it ...I didn’t stay to find out!
Another idea was taken from another of the books, candle wax I dripped some on Pats tits and she loved it, bondage heightened the feelings and we had a few interesting times, however the drawback came when we went over the top as in all things and got some church candles, Mary was the sub that day, tied to the kitchen table a few small drops slashed her on her nipples, she then got carried away and asked for more, anyway a few drips on her tummy went well, and she asked for more. That was when I lit a couple of the big church candles, again I dripped the little candle I had in my hand onto her legs she was really turned on now writhing near to her climax so I went for the large candle which by now was a flood of hot wax.
Hot wax dripped on my hand , I jerked back instinctively...SPLASH, hot wax across the pubes, a scream from our willing [till then ] victim told me I had overdone the job ! Little thought had been given to removing pubic hair, once “on” that stuff sticks like shit to a blanket, add to that her pubes had become entangled in the rapidly cooling wax. The wax was still hot enough to burn on the tender skin of her fanny but crusted in the pubes defied all attempts to remove it.
Pat released Mary who was earnestly attempting to hit me while alternately scratching and clawing at her pubes, and screaming all to the sound of the neighbour bashing on the thin wall and shouting at us for waking his k**s. We laughed later...about 2 weeks later when the now depleted Mary had finally got the pain and blisters under control!
Then there was the day Mary had Pat tied to the kitchen eye bolts mid morning and was just approaching the climax when the padre called.
Now I had just got up and was passing the front door as he knocked, I had no idea what was going on in the kitchen and on opening the front door let the padre in and sat him in the living room.
Out house fortunately was an old one and the front door led into the living room and the kitchen led off of that, luckily I did not open the kitchen door fully when I offered the cleric a brew of tea, he had just had tea at the neighbours house so he refused or he would have had a full frontal view of my lovely wife her nipples in clamps, wearing a gag hanging from the ceiling and her mate sucking at her wet sex! He didn’t stay long luckily as he was collecting for widows and orphans or some such. What he thought of the muffled moans emanating from our kitchen he didn`t say.
Over the years we have tried chastity, though she couldn’t get one of the patent chastity devices to fit my huge Hampton, then there was cuckolding.
Pat and Mary both got me to dress them both a sexily as I could then went off to get laid expecting me to be really turned on at their return effectively my two wives playing the field.
I sat on the edge of the bed worried and exited alternately eagerly expecting the girl`s home, I had the odd noggin to calm my raging nerves by 0200hrs I was getting really worried, so I had a drop more. I strongly suspect that was a mistake as when I came too at 4 the next afternoon both girls where in bed having had a tiring night servicing half the camp, then spending an hour trying to wake me!
Not the idea really as I now had a hangover, a leaky wife asleep in a wet bed and as it happens a friend of hers who was now scratching away at her pubes having contracted crabs!
It later transpired that they had been a great hit with our pioneer platoon. That escapade came to the ears of the powers that be and though they couldn`t prove anything I soon got a posting order to a transport company up in the remote York moors.
The move was a great little earner for us, we being a mile or two from civilisation as my wife now had a strange enjoyment of sex with other men, and she soon became the company mascot known as BSA, ( for those who don’t know that stands for Birmingham Small Arms a well known cycle making firm) Pat loved being the company bike, only charging a very reasonable rate and saving hard, our piggy bank burgeoning as the days past, she looked on it as her service to the services, until we finally left the military and retired to Portsmouth where she was forced to take on a couple of girls to help out, the navy being she said more generous, if she had had another pair of legs she said she would have opened another branch! !
We lost contact with Mary when we moved to Yorkshire, though we met her again a year or two later, by then she was running a massage parlour in Brighton and sub contracting herself to any ships company “in need” I did escort work till for a year or two in fact till I got too heavy and a client lost consciousness under me, she was a six stone elderly heiress and was not best pleased, attempting to remove my one useful tool with her nails which concentrated my mind I can tell you! We now live here in this old folks home, matron keeps away out of my reach, the miserable cow, shame really she`s a bonny old girl... ah well tomorrow is bath day, and I still have my memories.
So you see life can be fun
So we were a lot younger then, married just a year and into anything exiting, now were old and happy with one another but then ah well perhaps I had better tell you all about it!
Well she was a pretty little thing then, 5ft 10” of shapely nice round arse, magic tits the works, about 10 stone not a sexual big hitter but an enquiring mind, that spoke of things to come , or is that cum!
Her name is pat, she`s not 10 stone now nearer 20 I suspect, but it`s been fun this last 30 years and I ain`t the 12 stone bean-pole I was now either so who am I to complain.
I am tony by the way, 6ft 5inch of slack muscle [read fat] we have always been known since we`ve been together as “pony and tat”
Not that that`s relevant but it was a fact that I was hung like a pony from the time I grew a dick. I was born a romantic sort of youth.
Anyway I met the old queen when I was a young man in the army, she was a Naffi girl and we hit it off from the start, a dozen dates and we were engaged. Our first sex was a grope against the boiler house wall, back of the cookhouse one rainy evening... dead romantic; the second though was more of a step in the right direction, and the third was fantastic, full sex in the back of a 4 ton truck on the transport park!
I told you I was a born romantic!
Anyway we had our wedding and went off for our honeymoon in a hired leaky caravan deep in darkest Wiltshire, the thing had our first double bed and fungus in the shower, it was surrounded by a sea of mud and it rained throughout, so to pass the time [there being no TV then] we shagged our brains out for 14 days.
Soon back to reality and the army we had a military quarter that was soon due replacement, in Aldershot, an old terraced house coal fired heated and small, built no doubt for the boar war. It was however better than the caravan in that it was dry and had no fungus!
Next door on one side was a passageway to the back yard and to our left the platoon prat, who spent his time shouting at the k**s and having sex with his miserable wife every detail of which we could hear through the thin wall between the houses.
Anyway we were shall we say adventurous, Pat was barren in that she had had some woman`s problem in her youth and the doctor had buggered up the job so k**s were out of the picture.
Now they say every sad story has a bright side and ours was that we could shag away from dawn to dusk and there would be no fallout. It also meant that pat could “experiment” with whom or as it turned out “what” she had a fancy for the only risk was of an STI.
Anyway after the first few months together we had tried every vanilla position and location and frankly we needed a bit of a lift in our sex lives.
Now Pat had a friend at work called Mary, and this big busty blond was a bit of a dyke, though I in all innocence didn`t realise that at the time.
She came to tea one evening and things took a turn for the worse [or better dependant on your POV] after the after dinner drinks took a hold and I quietly dozed off in front of the fire.
Pat and Mary sat on our issue sofa together, chatting about the past few years working together and living in over the job.
Well I woke it was to see my wife deep in a long snog with her friend, and I found that rather exciting. It turned out they had been a bit more than just friends and were keen to continue their sexual tryst. Now me I am like the rest of the male population and was keen to enjoy whatever was on offer, especially if I could get a bit of a fresh pussy.
That night I found out about threesomes, they start off all men are equal, and as the participants of Orwell`s a****l farm ...some are more equal than others ...Mary took over, producing a dildo and ignoring me, soon having my lovely Pat over the coffee table.
Well it was all very stimulating but it was not quite what my overheated brain had in mind.
I tried, by god how I tried, but the big blond bitch kept wiggling her butt so I couldn’t get a purchase, and grunting that I need to “take that bloody great thing away!”
Fortunately Pat took pity on me and did a pretty good blow job and that at least took the edge off the disappointment even if it as a bit jerky
The next time she visited I was ready for the blond butch bitch and managed to get a rope round her body while she was across the wife that kept her still enough to wop one in there. After that night she had a new respect for the male todger and we all enjoyed a much more convivial sex-life! She still occasionally visits though she`s not so active as she was, but she still loves a bit of bondage!
Anyway the next thing that happened was I was sent to Northern Ireland, for 4 long months, and while I was away Mary and Pat got together a lot more, Mary having discovered her joy at being tied up, began to encourage Pat to dominate her.
Well my misses took to that like a duck to water, and by the time I got home she was taking turns at being the sub!
I soon had a pair of eye bolts screwed in the ceiling of the kitchen so I could hang one of the girls up and enjoy her, even I took a turn occasionally. We even bought a whip from a little shop in a backstreet of Farnborough though there was little room to swing the cat [literally].
That shop had a selection of very interesting books as well, and we learnt a lot about the subject; some bits more interesting than others, Mary was now firmly involved with us, she was interested in the b********y scene, so on a whim I offered to dog-sit for a mate who wanted to go on holiday, but the bloody thing had no nuts... a week of walking a neutered bloodhound made me think twice before I offered again. However a sergeant heard that I had had the thing and asked if I wanted to make a few bob looking after his Great -Dane.
I checked that bloody dogs nuts before I said I would have it!
It did the business for Mary, though of course, us never having owned a dog we knew nothing of a dogs appetite so it ate us out of house and home having an appetite like a horse expecting a dozen meals a day, great useless article!
However it took to screwing Mary like a stud horse... even Pat tried it out and by the end of the second week it would screw anyone in a skirt....I often wondered what the sergeant thought when the now heavily overweight dog, waddled into his quarter and tried to get across his dear mother in law who was visiting at the time I returned it ...I didn’t stay to find out!
Another idea was taken from another of the books, candle wax I dripped some on Pats tits and she loved it, bondage heightened the feelings and we had a few interesting times, however the drawback came when we went over the top as in all things and got some church candles, Mary was the sub that day, tied to the kitchen table a few small drops slashed her on her nipples, she then got carried away and asked for more, anyway a few drips on her tummy went well, and she asked for more. That was when I lit a couple of the big church candles, again I dripped the little candle I had in my hand onto her legs she was really turned on now writhing near to her climax so I went for the large candle which by now was a flood of hot wax.
Hot wax dripped on my hand , I jerked back instinctively...SPLASH, hot wax across the pubes, a scream from our willing [till then ] victim told me I had overdone the job ! Little thought had been given to removing pubic hair, once “on” that stuff sticks like shit to a blanket, add to that her pubes had become entangled in the rapidly cooling wax. The wax was still hot enough to burn on the tender skin of her fanny but crusted in the pubes defied all attempts to remove it.
Pat released Mary who was earnestly attempting to hit me while alternately scratching and clawing at her pubes, and screaming all to the sound of the neighbour bashing on the thin wall and shouting at us for waking his k**s. We laughed later...about 2 weeks later when the now depleted Mary had finally got the pain and blisters under control!
Then there was the day Mary had Pat tied to the kitchen eye bolts mid morning and was just approaching the climax when the padre called.
Now I had just got up and was passing the front door as he knocked, I had no idea what was going on in the kitchen and on opening the front door let the padre in and sat him in the living room.
Out house fortunately was an old one and the front door led into the living room and the kitchen led off of that, luckily I did not open the kitchen door fully when I offered the cleric a brew of tea, he had just had tea at the neighbours house so he refused or he would have had a full frontal view of my lovely wife her nipples in clamps, wearing a gag hanging from the ceiling and her mate sucking at her wet sex! He didn’t stay long luckily as he was collecting for widows and orphans or some such. What he thought of the muffled moans emanating from our kitchen he didn`t say.
Over the years we have tried chastity, though she couldn’t get one of the patent chastity devices to fit my huge Hampton, then there was cuckolding.
Pat and Mary both got me to dress them both a sexily as I could then went off to get laid expecting me to be really turned on at their return effectively my two wives playing the field.
I sat on the edge of the bed worried and exited alternately eagerly expecting the girl`s home, I had the odd noggin to calm my raging nerves by 0200hrs I was getting really worried, so I had a drop more. I strongly suspect that was a mistake as when I came too at 4 the next afternoon both girls where in bed having had a tiring night servicing half the camp, then spending an hour trying to wake me!
Not the idea really as I now had a hangover, a leaky wife asleep in a wet bed and as it happens a friend of hers who was now scratching away at her pubes having contracted crabs!
It later transpired that they had been a great hit with our pioneer platoon. That escapade came to the ears of the powers that be and though they couldn`t prove anything I soon got a posting order to a transport company up in the remote York moors.
The move was a great little earner for us, we being a mile or two from civilisation as my wife now had a strange enjoyment of sex with other men, and she soon became the company mascot known as BSA, ( for those who don’t know that stands for Birmingham Small Arms a well known cycle making firm) Pat loved being the company bike, only charging a very reasonable rate and saving hard, our piggy bank burgeoning as the days past, she looked on it as her service to the services, until we finally left the military and retired to Portsmouth where she was forced to take on a couple of girls to help out, the navy being she said more generous, if she had had another pair of legs she said she would have opened another branch! !
We lost contact with Mary when we moved to Yorkshire, though we met her again a year or two later, by then she was running a massage parlour in Brighton and sub contracting herself to any ships company “in need” I did escort work till for a year or two in fact till I got too heavy and a client lost consciousness under me, she was a six stone elderly heiress and was not best pleased, attempting to remove my one useful tool with her nails which concentrated my mind I can tell you! We now live here in this old folks home, matron keeps away out of my reach, the miserable cow, shame really she`s a bonny old girl... ah well tomorrow is bath day, and I still have my memories.
So you see life can be fun
Madison
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