I let my head lean back a bit and closed my eyes.That was when I felt the hand gently grasp around my throbbing cock and slowly give it a couple of st...okes. I looked down and saw the hand and looked next to me. An older man stood there with his cock out smiling at me. He looked to be in his 60's, still fit and a silver fox by all measures. I have always had a bit of a weakness for a good older guy so I turned and let him continue."That's a nice piece you got boy. What else you got?" He said in. Next day I had an off but I had some appointment with my colleague Neeta for a massage in the afternoon. She came in and my house is located in such a way that if someone climbs the stairs to go the terrace they can see what is going on in my house. I started with my massage on Neeta and she knew from the other colleague what this massage will end up in sex. So she was just in her bra and panty and I just closed the outer door and forgot to close the inner door.As I was busy with giving massage. So we went out and to the local adult store and Claire picked out some black fuzzy metal handcuffs- heavy, but cushioned and with a safety release of course. So for a few weeks, whenever we were in bed making out, stripping each other’s clothes off, she would get this look in her eyes, and ask, innocent as could be, “Want to use the handcuffs?” I would gladly agree, and slap them on her wrists, holding her hands above her head with one hand as we lay naked in the bed. I would pleasure her for. Then Paul said he felt unwell and excused himself. I got up to leave but he said No, dont leave yet, Jane is just starting to enjoy herself and I probably just need a rest and Ill join you both later if I feel better. As Paul left us, Jane poured us both a brandy from the bottle Id brought and came over and sat on the couch, draped her arm across the back, and began to stroke my hair. Do you want to fuck me? she asked. What? I spluttered. Oh come on now, she giggled, Youve been sneaking looks.