The Mature Couple Who Invited Me to Their House That Night

After the publication of a previous story, messages started coming in, but there was one that I found hard to answer. A couple from the north, both around sixty, were putting to me what they called “a long night.” From the photos I could tell right away that he was bisexual and that the proposal was serious. She, whom I’ll call Marta here, must have been about five foot seven, around seventy-five kilos, with dyed blonde hair down to her shoulders and a generous chest. He, Ricardo, had to be around six foot, powerfully built without being fat, with plenty of gray hair all over his body, two tattoos, and a cock that in the photos, still soft, was already intimidating.

We spent weeks fine-tuning the details by message. What they wanted, in their own words, was “a very willing crossover.” I agreed on one condition: nothing coming in my mouth. Otherwise, I’d be the passive one one hundred percent for both of them and I’d accept a touch of submission. When the day came and I sat in front of the mirror in my flat, I was moments away from canceling three times.

I had waxed two days earlier: genitals, ass, armpits. I always keep my chest and legs hairless. That same afternoon I gave myself a small enema to keep my bowels clean and took a long shower. Then came the usual ritual. White lingerie with garters, thigh-high stockings, mid-heel sandals, and a tight black dress that clung to me where it was supposed to cling. A shoulder-length dark wig, lips painted in a soft burgundy shade, smoky eyes without overdoing it, toenails red. When I looked at myself before leaving, I recognized someone who wasn’t entirely me and yet, I recognized myself.

I left through my building’s garage so I wouldn’t run into anyone in the neighborhood. I drove to theirs with my hands sweating on the wheel. I parked in the space they’d reserved for me and went up in the elevator with my heart in my throat. No matter how put together I look, when you really pay attention you can tell I’m a cross-dressed boy, and I prayed I wouldn’t bump into any neighbor who might stare.

I reached the landing. I rang the bell on the second-floor apartment to the left, and the door opened before I’d even finished lowering my hand.

—Come on, slut, get in —Ricardo said without greeting me.

He was wearing a white bathrobe that was too short on him and a pair of slippers. He smelled of freshly applied cologne. I followed him into the living room, where Marta was waiting standing in the middle of the rug. She was wearing an elegant black dress, dark stockings, and thin-heeled shoes. She looked me up and down without hiding it.

—What a whore we’ve got here —she said, and a smile slipped out that couldn’t quite decide between contempt and pleasure.

I wanted to answer something clever, but all I managed was to lower my head. That seemed to please them.

—Well —she went on, taking a step toward me—, you stay if you’re willing to spend this night with us. No half measures.

—We want to see what you’re made of —he added behind me—. How passive and how submissive you can be.

I nodded. That was all they needed to hear.

***

Ricardo let the robe fall onto the back of the sofa. The floor lamp’s light gave me his whole body before I could fully take it in. He had one tattoo on his right shoulder and another over the left side of his chest, both faded with time. Gray hair covered his chest, arms, and legs, though not excessively. And between his legs, what the photos had promised. Even soft, it nearly matched mine when I was hard. His testicles hung heavy.

—I can see you’ve noticed what you’re going to eat —he said, amused—. Don’t worry, you’re going to get your fill of cock tonight. In your mouth and in your ass.

He came closer and grabbed me by the waist. He groped my ass over the dress, squeezing until I had to press my whole body against his. Then he kissed me. His tongue was thick, patient, and pushed into my mouth as if making it clear who was in charge there. He bathed my chin in saliva without a hint of shame. By the time he let me go, my legs were already weak.

—She really is a dirty girl —Marta said from the sofa—. And she kisses well, unlike some others. Come on, give it to her so she can suck you.

Ricardo sat down. His cock was already starting to rise, a sausage that meant business. Marta settled into an armchair beside him and pulled her dress up to her waist. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She started touching herself slowly, with two fingers, without taking her eyes off me.

I knelt in front of him on the rug. I started with the testicles, with my tongue flat and wet. I worked my way up the thick vein that ran along the left side of his shaft until I reached the glans. I could feel it swelling with each pass. The veins became more pronounced. He breathed through his nose, letting out the occasional curse under his breath.

—Slut —Marta said, rubbing faster—. Dirty bitch. Suck cock. Eat his ass too, go on.

At one point she stood up, came over to me, and shoved three fingers into my mouth. They were soaked with her own fluids. They felt hot and salty at the same time.

—Eat his ass —she repeated.

Ricardo lifted his legs and held them back by the thighs. I was surprised to see that area completely shaved, with the reddened sphincter peeking out half-dilated, as if he’d worked it himself beforehand. It’s not something I’m wild about, but it doesn’t put me off either. I started with my tongue from the testicles, went over the perineum, and reached the sphincter, where I lingered, working it in and out as if I wanted to fuck it.

Marta had her first orgasm of the night with a scandalous moan that almost pulled me out of the moment.

—Fuck, this bitch has got me so worked up —she said when she caught her breath—. Now me. I want you to run your tongue from my ass to my cunt. And clean everything off.

***

I stayed on all fours on the rug. She lay on her side on the sofa, her back to me, with one leg over the other. Her anus was stretched, unshaved, and fine hairs peeking from her pubis promised a hairy, tight cunt. I started at the top, licking slowly with my whole tongue, and worked down her slit to the entrance of her sex. She parted the upper cheek with her left hand to give me better access, and every now and then she put two fingers in my mouth for me to suck.

Meanwhile, Ricardo had positioned himself behind me. I felt a well-lubricated finger roam over my sphincter, drawing circles, not entering yet. He did it patiently, almost with technique. When he pushed the first finger all the way in, I let out a groan against Marta’s cunt. At the second finger I lifted my head on instinct, but she pushed it back down without a word.

—Stay still, little slut —she murmured—. This has only just started.

After a few minutes I felt something thicker. A silicone dildo, I figured, which he was sliding in and out at a slow rhythm, making room. I kept eating Marta’s cunt as best I could. She had a second orgasm, more controlled than the first, and instead of pulling away, she sat up and perched on the edge of the sofa with her legs open so I could keep tending to her. She took the whole dress off over her head. Her breasts, even with age, remained firm, with very dark areolas and hard nipples.

—Well, little slut —Ricardo said behind me, and I felt him pulling the dildo out—. I want to fuck that tight little ass. Before that, come here and get me rock hard.

I crawled over to him. He was already fairly hard, but he wanted more. I sucked him deep, both hands at the base, while Marta came closer to watch from inches away.

—Look how shiny your drool has made him —she said—. Oh, what a filthy girl.

They made me lie on my back on the chaise longue, with my back against the rest and my hips right at the edge. Marta helped me lift my legs, then climbed on top of my face, sitting more or less on my mouth. I started running my tongue along her slit from below, while Ricardo dripped cold lubricant into my sphincter, spread it with a finger, and pressed the tip of his glans against me.

He pushed. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter, backing off every time I clenched my teeth against her thigh. It burned. He was thicker than I’d calculated, even after all the preparation. He held my hips with both hands.

—He’s all the way in —I heard him telling Marta, his voice already strained—. Feels so good. So tight. I’m going to fuck her slow and breed her good.

—Looks that way —she replied, rubbing her clit on my face—. And he’s giving me a fucking amazing feel with his tongue. He knows what he’s doing.

Ricardo started moving. Back and forth, slow at first, then with more determination. I could feel each thrust hitting a place I’d never felt so clearly before. My cock, limp because of the position, was letting out a thread of pre-cum that ran down my belly. Marta was panting above me, and I kept licking her slit from her ass to her clit, just as she’d asked.

The three of us started breathing in short gasps. Ricardo changed to a deeper, steadier rhythm. He gripped my hips hard enough to hurt.

—I’m coming —he said, and that was the only warning he gave.

I felt a hot jet inside me. And another. And another. We had talked about condoms and there was nothing there to protect me. He slammed into me three more times, head thrown back, and stayed inside me, still, clutching my hips as if afraid to let go.

Just then I felt a spurt in my mouth too. Hot, with no recognizable taste. Marta had let something loose over me that I couldn’t identify in time: whether it was her orgasm or whether a little piss had escaped under the pressure, it made no difference. I swallowed what I could and let the rest run down my chin and neck.

More drops fell from my limp cock, without an orgasm and yet with one. I lay there, motionless, while he carefully withdrew and she slid off my face with a long sigh. None of the three of us spoke for a full minute.

—Rest a bit —Ricardo said at last, handing me a towel—. There’s still a long night ahead.

I’ll leave here, for today, the first part of this confession. I’ll tell the second part another day, when my body is willing to remember it again.