Lance and I are in our mid-40s, and have been an item for over 20 years. He's an accountant and I'm a Civil Servant. Whilst not wealthy, we earn enough to have several holidays a year. We have a pleasant detached house in the suburbs of a UK city. Our holidays are either coach trips around the UK, or cruises. Either way, we get a stress-free break. Lance is 5'9", and handsome in a rugged way, with black hair, greying at the temples. I'm 5'8", mousey hair and blue eyes. We're both a little on the portly side.
We took a 7-day coach trip to the Lake District, with about 30 other passengers. It was Spring and we were blessed with good weather. Sat opposite us on the coach were a couple, a little older than us, who seemed quite pleasant, so we made light conversation en route.
The first night, we stopped at Penrith. The hotel was quite nice, and we joined in with a sing-along with a singer in the bar. We enjoy a few G&Ts of an evening. The couple from the coach were at the next table, but at 10.30, she said good night and left, so we invited him to join us. The conversation flowed, and soon we were the only ones left in the bar. With the alcohol, the conversation heated up. He said that since the wife hit menopause, sex had dried up, other than, and he shook his right hand. I said we do that frequently, but he replied that at least you can do it to each other. Nothing more was said as the bar was shutting.
The following evening, the same thing happened, except that he bought the drinks. The chat became sexual quicker. He talked about his youth, and how he'd done some gay stuff before he married. Lance, a little bolder than me, asked if he was angling to reignite his gay leanings. With that, he stroked our thighs. Lance asked what he had in mind. He said he'd simply like to taste cock again. We went to our room. He shuffled nervously from foot to foot, so Lance kissed him and held his crotch. He relaxed and put his hand behind Lance's head. I watched as they dropped their trousers. Lance's boner had come through the fly in his loose boxers. The guy knelt and took Lance's penis gingerly in his hand. I had my dick out, watching things unfold, wondering whether to join in. Lance beckoned me to stand next to him. The guy didn't bat an eyelid, but took me in hand as well. He then started sucking Lance and jerking me. Lance and I kissed as the temperature rose. He swapped to me. He certainly remembered how to give head. I suggested he make himself more comfortable, so he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers and underwear. He was now sucking one of us, while wanking the other and himself. Lance came first, and he swallowed the lot, then moved on to me. He was like a vacuum cleaner, and I quickly followed suit. He shot over the carpet. We kissed, and he tidied himself up. He left, leaving us wondering what else he had in mind.
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The tour continued, we saw wool being spun on an old spinning wheel, walked close to a beautiful waterfall, and drank in the wonders of Mother Nature. In the evening, the guy who gave us head got carted off by his miserable wife. The next day, we had a paddle steamer ride on Lake Windermere and bought some Kendle Mint Cake. That evening, Reg, the guy with the miserable wife, sat with us again. She had a headache and had gone to bed."When I was at college, many years ago.........." and he went on to tell us he'd been fucked in his youth, and he still masturbates to the memory. Lance asked if that's what he wanted, and his eyes lit up. In the bedroom, I watched them strip. Reg was hairy, even on his back, and his pubes could have been a bird's nest. Lance told him to kneel on the bed and put his head in the pillow. He lubed his hole, and sank carefully in. "Oh, my God", he exclaimed as Lance began to fuck. I'd undressed and was tossing myself gently, watching my husband fuck this stranger. He pumped harder, and I could tell he was getting close. Lance shouted "YES!", and fired his semen. Lance slipped out, and I couldn't resist, and took over for sloppy seconds, sliding in easily on Lance's spunk. Reg managed to toss himself. I added my cum to Lance's and Reg made a mess on our duvet. Once recovered, he said that was the best sex he'd had in decades, and promised to give us another BJ before the end of the tour.
The holiday turned out to be quite sex-fuelled, which tended to be the case when we were away from the stresses of work. Reg took our mobile number and address, determined to reignite his gay side. With a wife like his, who can blame him?
Back home, we downloaded the holiday snaps to the laptop. More often than not, Lance tops me. As the years have gone by, my stamina isn't what it should be, and I often need to take a blue pill to enable me to perform, which is fine. Lance is a considerate lover, and even though he has fucked me thousands of times, I still enjoy his dick inside me. Having another guy, or two, keeps the spice going, but that's for another time.
