Our sex life had been non-existent for the latter years of our marriage.My name is Frank and I am 40 years old. I’m shy and find it hard to mix with...people. I’ve not dated since the divorce so I’ve had a very long sexless period of my life, except for what my hand offered by way of relief.Mary hated sex with me - complaining of my less than day old whiskers if I attempted to pleasure her orally, and hating the size of my cock. I was too big for her dainty vagina. Pussy was a crude word in her. I would feel momentary vibrations only to have them quickly end. Her speed was building and my ability to contain myself was diminishing. “I’m going to come,” I muttered. Her pace didn’t slow. It intensified. My hips starting bucking as I strained to push deeper into her mouth. She obliged, taking me in as far as she could. My cock hardened and I began to come in her mouth. At that instant, just as my release was taking over, a pair of lips pressed themselves hard against my mouth.. I found it right difficult not to stare at him as he stood there in all his six-foot two-inch tall and well-built sizableness. I too had ceased my steps, taken a second look at him and checked out his short-cropped black hair and those light blue eyes! The third look made my mouth water to taste the sensual, beard surrounded mouth and straight white smile. When he cruised his thick tongue over his moustache and smiled again, I knew just what to do next. He nodded slowly; I dragged tongue over. She was out on a weekly ritual with several of her girlfriends. They had been getting together since shortly after she married Ryan year, but not everyone went out every week. Typically, their night centered on lots of talking and sometimes a club. Occasionally, a man would move in and try to pry somebody away from the group. The women expected each other from time to time to talk to, and perhaps even leave with a man. Even though they all had a male partner at home, they enjoyed unspoken.