61 old perve`s 1

61 old perve`s 1
My friend Ted and I have been friends since school, I`m near 70 now he`s slightly younger and believe me with Ted and I nothing is a taboo subject.
I know him near as well as I know myself, and to a lesser extent his wife Ada too, he married her late in life, they were in their late 50`s, her hubby having died and he having been till then a confirmed [I thought] bachelor. It had been love at first sight
My wife of 40 odd years I nicknamed the matron, and the four of us were good friends the two women hitting it off from the start, not sexually , don’t think that, matron is not a sexual soul nowadays and even if she was she`s never been into women. Ted had a thing about my misses when we were younger, but I don’t think he ever even tried it on with her, hopefully out of respect for our friendship, in reality if he`d have asked nothing would have given me greater pleasure, but these things like a lot in life, just pass and another opportunity is gone.
His started like all marriages, that get to know you period, where sex takes in all things, you can`t get enough of the new toy, and it`s a learning curve most of us have wandered along at some time in the past. However there is sex and there is communicating and in my age group it`s not always the same thing.
After a month or two the initial hot spot cools a little, not goes cold but the initial heat dies down a little and things get on a more even keel, this is where I came in not as a participant in the physical sense but, knowing my interest in matters sexual as a neutral friend.
Ada came to me one day over a pot of tea and quietly told me things were not as well as they could be in that department and knowing my connection with Ted she wanted my advice. It seemed that her late hubby had treated her like a goddess and she had wanted all her life to be used like a slave, now Ted was doing the same thing. Things had never been quite right between her and her old chap all the years they had been together, but communication with him had never been good enough to explain this latent desire and she had in effect according to her just quietly put it to the back of her mind until his untimely passing. Folks used to do that to save embarrassment etc, looking on the wish to be dominated as a perversion, It`s the way we were brought up! Luckily things move on nowadays but she still didn’t want to upset Ted, old habits dyeing hard.
I told her to “leave it with me and I would see how the land lay.”
Now I was on a winner there as I knew Ted was a lover of the BDSM scene, he had tucked away his fetish in reality, not wishing to frighten off Ada, saying that it was as far as I know like a lot of us film video and magazine and the fantasy, it was not real physical BDSM.
Anyway tactfully as ever I chatted to Ted next day and gently suggested that he may find it advantageous to bring up the subject with Ada at a moment of sexual high, and to let me know on the quiet how he got on. He did not belive me and sceptically nodded his head, but must have taken up my suggestion as a week later he told me he had broached the subject and the comment was met with a curt “yes master” and he said that he had “tried a little of the ordering about and it had been received well.”
I told him to “push on a bit as I had an inkling she liked that” and he agreed to do just that
Anyway a few day`s more past and I was waiting with Ada for him to come home from bowls when over tea again she thanked me for my “intervention” and said things had improved and “though she really ‘wanted more’ it was a start but he was so inhibited!”
Now me, being me, I found the thought of her needing to be dominated a turn on, ok she`s no Dolly Parton or Katherine Jenkins to look at but she`s no horror either a little overweight, grey haired, good size if southbound tits and a nice size rump that I would love to slap. At my age you can`t get choosy and you take what`s on offer though I would not cheat on the matron or Ted for that matter a bit of stimulating chat was not over the top I reckon.
So I asked her off her limits, saying “Ted probably feels he doesn’t want to overstep things”
She went a little pink when she replied that “she didn’t really know,” she liked being bossed about, that too did the business but never having got any further she didn’t know her limits and that was the worry. She didn’t want to egg him on and find it was like letting a genie out of Pandora`s box. She loved being humiliated that did turn her on as well, oh she had climaxed but not in a huge way as she had read and she did however feel she wanted to try some pain to really achieve a top climax which she confided she never felt she had had.
By now my poor old dick was beginning to do its thing, I suggested that perhaps I should do my third party thing and report back, which she liked as an idea [though I did feel she had planned this] saying she “wished I would” and that “I was a true friend”
Ted arrived then and the conversation went on to the loco he was building [Ted being a great model engineer] and the moment passed.
Well next day I dropped off the women for shopping and went back to Ted`s workshop, he was building the tender for his latest creation, and we had some time women being women, so in conversation I brought up the little matter of his sex life.
Now over the sound of a blowlamp may not seem like a great place or time but the roar of the lamp somehow masked the embarrassment caused and sex became just another subject between old friends.
Ted said he was worried, partly about his side of things and went on to say he had never got her to a major climax though he had strived hard to achieve it. He also had tried the domination thing and things had improved but he was scared he might lose control and overdo a thing, and that was why he had kept things so low key.
‘Shit!’ She wanted it, he was scared to give it and I knew but was in a pretty poor position not wishing to say she had talked to me rather than him about it!
I suggested perhaps he should try humiliation. Perhaps talk about sex and her needs in front of someone that should either break the ice there and then or get his face slapped, but either way she would start talking if only to scold him after that person left and it would open the door to at least communicating. That was met with a long silence as we bent the hot metal over a former.
He looked at me as he snapped off the gas torch and said “would I mind being that somebody as it seemed like a plan?” I was about to answer when the women phoned on the mobile and wanted picking up, I said “Ok “ to both and left him to clear up as I went to fetch the shoppers.
It was after tea that I went over next, an article I had found for him in a magazine; we sat in the kitchen Ada fussing around as women do while we discussed the finer points of the model, when he suddenly switched subjects.
“Ada has a problem Edd, don’t you sweetheart?” Ada turned to face us and said “do I?” and he continued, “She never seems to really climax during sex!” Ada at this blushed to her roots, he went on “I do my best but she seems to want more, and I don’t know what to do about it!”
There was what is termed a pregnant silence as the very red Ada stood like a thief in the dock and Ted began again, “I mean, well look at her, nice enough shape for her age, and not very overweight, good tits don’t you think?” I mumbled I agreed she was a good looker feeling embarrassed for her and myself! He rumbled on that “she was not slack and loved anal, but that he felt there was something missing.” Then turning to her he said “isn’t that so my lover”
I was expecting a swipe across his face at this point but she looked down and said in a quiet voice “yes, she had always wanted to be abused and he won`t!”
WOW she had admitted it to him.
There was another short stunned silence, then he replied, that “I have wanted to hear that for a long time lass, but I too have a problem with that, sit down!”
Now my work seemingly done I got up to leave, but he said “You may as well stay you know more about me than anyone” and that he valued my input as to what to do about things, he didn’t consult her, and so I took my seat again.
He turned to her and began by telling her “As a small boy ‘spying’ he had seen his father beat his mother`s naked arse red and she loved it, it had been a turning point, so he had been a devotee of the BDSM scene since though he had never had the chance to indulge being a shy man in reality.”
He turned to me and said “I was scared to indulge as I worried I would not know when to stop, and I did not want to overdo the pain for someone I loved so dearly, what did you suggest?”
Well what did his friend Eddy suggest; it was a very good question, I sat without saying a word for a second or two then turned to Ada and asked her how far she desired to go.
She shrugged and said “as far as he wants us to go.” This, of course, was not really the answer we expected, so I turned back to Ted and said, “well if your keen and she`s keen why the problem? “
Ted explained as if to a youngster that “he was frightened of losing control getting carried away and the thing becoming dangerous for her.”
Ada suggested that they use a safe word, but Ted said he had read that once in “the zone” nothing would register and if she was secure he was worried he would not stop and he would hate to overdo things.
I assured them both I would not even say anything to matron about things between us, and then asked each of them what they really wanted to happen. It was Ted who came up with the solution, me being a voyeur my dick not being shall we say `a strong player’ nowadays. He asked me to “sit in for a session or two!”
That made me splutter a bit and Ada blushed to her roots as he went on that “we know she likes humiliation and you are our trusted friend, what have we to lose?”
What indeed? It was Ada that clenched the deal saying “if that was what her masterful husband wanted then who was she to argue!”
I said “look matrons expecting me back soon so the only thing seems to be when, what you want to experience seems to need ironing out too so I`m going to go and leave you to chat about things, you set a date and I am more than happy to enjoy your games belive me, in fact I am looking forward to seeing your body Ada!” Then I smiled at her blushes and quickly left.
I got a quick call from Ted next afternoon and he said “Saturday afternoon mate 1.30 ish bring your camera ok?” I said “OK” and that was that.
Now me, as I said I`ve never cheated on matron, but let`s get things right; I have never put my dick in another human since the day we got married, that doesn’t include getting snogged at Christmas, the odd grope from a s****r in law, a finger-full of a lady at work that sort of thing but nothing serious, this would be a step up but still I didn’t rate it as a threat to my marriage, so felt it would be shall we say quieter not to mention it, just saying “Ted had something he needed a hand with on Saturday afternoon” So I didn’t mention it.
My daughter rang later and asked if mum could give her a hand with a k**die`s party she was catering for and that fitted in well, especially as it meant me dropping her off at 10 on Saturday and picking her up next day after staying with my lass` overnight! Brilliant!!!
I didn’t see Ted or Ada on the Friday and on Saturday morning I delivered matron to my daughters place then as soon as was tactical hot footed it home through the traffic, a shower, clean clothes and something to fill the inner man saw me at the door of Ted`s kitchen at 1pm my box brownie in hand. Ada met me; she was dressed normally and gave me tea like any other day.
She said Ted was in his workshop and would be in, in just a moment, I in turn explained matron was away and she said “that sounded good as we didn’t need rush anything” she smiled and thanked me for “helping out” (though I still had a vague feeling she had manoeuvred me into this situation somewhere down the line as if I was going to refuse lol) she then added that she had “a casserole in and it was enough for three!” things got even better though I should have worked it out …no-one cooks for three in a two person household do they but we see what we want to in this world.
Just then Ted arrived with a shoe box and a smile, saying “he had heard the gate go and knew it would be me.” He turned to Ada and said “ready?” she nodded the asked if he had decided what was to happen? He said “he just wanted to spank her severely today and to work up to use needles on her one day if she could bear it” her legs shook, so she sat and slowly said that he could do both today while Edd was here if he so wished but she would need securing and gagging for the needles.
Ted thought all his birthdays had arrived at once gasping “Really!” then exchanging glances with me. I shrugged “if that`s ok with the lady but have you sterile needles?”
He smiled and said yes he had he had a box of what he termed ‘toys’ he had kept and collected in the vain hope that one day….
I, more to move things on than anything asked where this was to take place expecting them to say their bedroom, but was surprised when they said the cellar, Ted explaining “it was nearly soundproof!”
Suddenly as if a switch had been thrown Ted stood snapped his fingers at Ada and ordered;”toilet and meet us downstairs woman “
He then locked the back door and led me down the steps to the cellar. Here there was an old armchair, a wardrobe, a table and an elderly chaise long, and a small fridge, a dart board on the wall told what we had used the room for previously.
From the wardrobe he took a fair size box, it was treasure trove, handcuffs whips paddles ropes needles, it was all in there all his porn mag`s, and his films tucked away in the hope one day he would have a victim.
The tap of heels on the steps told of her arrival, blushing slightly, she stood before us as I took to the armchair, comfort as well as a turn on lovely.
Again, from Ted sitting on the couch, pointing at the fridge and snapping a sharp order “Beer.”
She did as bid, and then stood as we opened the cans; his next order was “strip.” Slowly she began on the few buttons of the old denim work-dress; it fell to the floor and revealed her true shape. My eyes were fixed on her magnificent body carrying a few pounds perhaps, armoured bra, matching knickers, all in dark blue, no tights or stockings, she stood for a moment then turned slowly for us to see her back , slowly she dropped the knickers, rubinesk didn’t even describe the lovely big cheeks of flesh that hid her charms.
The knickers off, next came the bra, arms behind her clasps, open the hooks slicker than most men could ever manage.
There was a pause then she turned and faced us both. My word she was something, neatly shaved pubes large pendulous breasts, areola the size of a coke can base, and nipples like my thumbs facing down true but well, that was very forgivable. My gaze was fixed on those fantastic tits my mind like yours would have been, overcome by nipples that threatened to have an eye out!
Teds voice cut through the moment “for god`s sake let him kiss them or he might blow a gasket” she bent to me and I slipped the rubbery nipple into my mouth, savouring the moment, I had a moment then realising I was to observe only I reluctantly released the nub, and sat back gasping the single word “temptress!”
Ted laughed then told her to “stand and lean back while opening herself for me” legs open now she did as she was told unhesitatingly, her gash wet and deep, labia red as a turkeys wattle, and the largest clit I had ever been privileged to see, not that I`ve seen a lot in reality, but this was a good inch of mini cock. I leant forward without being asked and kissed it; I just could not resist its charms. Ted laughed saying “it had taken him like that when he first saw it!”
I suspect I blushed, as I sat back, thinking lucky sod! “Right” he said “missy I`m going to spank you then secure you before giving you some real pain for that lewd display in front of my mate” we all knew it was just an excuse but who cared, she replied “yes master please spank me hard then teach me not to tease your friend by giving me the pain I deserve”
Now something began to slowly dawn on me, this lady had the words off to pat, it wasn’t the words of someone unversed as she purported to be in this stuff, and this lady knew the form.
Ted leapt up and dragged the table into the centre, she d****d herself the length of the thing gripping the far top her feet on the floor. She did it as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Her lovely target of an arse bent over the table edge, Ted asked if she needed restraining. Her answer was that “if he was using his hand no if he was using a cane tawse or whip yes” Ted had a rope out and her wrists fixed in seconds, all his birthdays had arrived at once. How many he asked, again she was positive,”6 if a cane, 12 if a whip,” Ted still had not clicked and sure as hell I wasn’t going to enlighten him. He started with his open hand, smack, smack, smack, the area went pink, smack, smack, smack regular hard, Ted loving it as his hand warmed. Her rump red now, her face blissful, I could see she loved every moment of it. Ted reached for the cane, thwack, he grunted “count” she managed to groan one, thwack she jerked against her bound hands as a livid stripe appeared, again she just about managed to groan “two”
He waited a while for the warmth and pain to sink in THWACK this one hit a little low, the stripe hitting just under the buttock the leg backs taking most of the stroke but the tips of her long labia catching just the merest tweek as they protruded, Ada screamed this time, tears falling, instantly and her head swinging from side to side with the pain. Ted looked mortified, I told him not to worry but to keep his aim higher, and to her I called “count or we start again!” she sobbed “three” I nodded to Ted and said “three more”
The next was a wishy-washy stroke, Ted a little shaken drawing back, she shouted this time “four Sir” a little defiantly I thought, so I told Ted to “put some beef behind it!”
The next was a full chat wop the sound rang round the little room mixed with her cry of pain, she began to sob again and managed to call “five” between sobs, Ted now waited for her to compose herself again then just as she got herself under control once more the cane descended, it was a haymaker, whack, tears, a scream, shaking head, the whole 9 yards sobs, kicking feet, tears, gasps this was more than she had endured before I could tell, it took a few seconds then she gasped ”six sir” and her thanks.
Ted sat down his face a picture of contentment, as he said he had waited 50 years to do that, she was still sobbing her arse a pattern of livid red stripes with another one under her butt some were turning purple and I knew sitting for a day or two would be both painful and a strong memory.
Ted excused himself needing the toilet, leaving her secured.
We had a quick whispered conversation, “You`ve done this before Ada,” I whispered, she looked shocked that I had sussed her out, and hissed “please don’t tell him… please”
I said “you must tell me about it sometime though your secret was safe with me” to which she looked very relived and nodded, so I got another beer as Ted came back down the steps he kissed her striped arse, accepted the proffered beer and sat admiring his handiwork, like a very satisfied man.
By now the camera had taken a number of shots
He asked her if she was “OK?” and she said she “loved every moment” [though I wasn’t sure it wasn’t sarcasm] then asked to be released, which he did she stood between us, facing him and asked if he had enjoyed marking her arse, which even I could see had made his day. He thanked her saying “it had been the most erotic thing he had ever done” and went on to ask if she had had enough.
She shook her head, “look” she said I can`t sit now comfortably, you want to shove needles into my bits and I am intrigued as to how much of the pain I can take, so today`s your lucky day, I am so turned on you can work out your fantasies in front of your friend, and yes you can whip my arse again whenever you wish I loved it, but as to needles or other pain well we shall see.”
His face lit up, then she turned to me and said “Eddy, I know about your marriage beliefs, and you won`t ‘cheat on matron’ it`s very commendable but to reward you for helping us over this final taboo please feel free to finger me, to wank yourself off, or have a BJ even while my husband makes me scream if that turns you on, I am your plaything today both of you but you must both undress and I want the pick of all the pickies!”
Till now we both were fully dressed, Ted had a tent it is true but my dick gave up stiffening months ago, normally it takes a lot to get the old boy stiff, and it does still spit a bit but it usually takes forever, her speech though got it mobile for the first time in an age, I was amazed, and in no time Ted and I having exchanged glances were stood, naked as jay birds!
She looked our respective tools up and down smiled, then suggested I secured her on the couch and Ted got his things ready though she didn’t want to see them and would prefer to be blindfold. Though she asked that we took that off when Ted had placed the last needle so she could see herself before we removed anything and to be warned this was probably a once in a lifetime offer so he was not to stop till he was satisfied or she passed out.
Wow! She knelt and kissed each of our dicks, an erotic gesture in itself, she lay on the couch wincing as her striped arse touched the seat and positioned her arms above her head, whilst I secured the wrists with rope in best boy scout fashion. Her whispering to me that; “I had better make the rope`s good and tight and open her legs wide as she wanted to feel really secure but helpless and unable to move or influence things. It was a very erotic effect and I did my unskilled best, ropes at the knees, ankles and a final one across the belly. She looked at the camera as I took her bound picture and then rested her head back after I blind-folded her as she had asked using a towel.
Together we awaited Ted, me gently fondling her soft breasts, and fingering her sex to keep her nerves at bay, while Ted popped the last of the needles from their wrapper`s, I could feel her body trembling a little, as each of the last four needles popped from its sheath, she knew now there was more than four as he would have opened some while we were busy.
I had the feeling he was heightening the tension by taking his time, he approached her prone body caught hold of the left nipple, lifted the breast by the nipple and wham the first needle was in and he let the nipple drop. My jaw dropped to see the needle, a small one thin and about an inch long embedded to the green plastic slip on collar deep into the meat through the areola. She was groaning as she realised the thing was in and so deep and sudden.
It`s s****r now found itself lifted in the same manner, she tensed, waiting the sharp deep invasion in the same way as the first. He was anything but quick with this one, two inches of pointed hollow steel slowly pricked into the side of the areola, it passed behind the nipple, slowly slipping through the soft meat while she groaned a long drawn out growl of pain the skin on the far side becoming a tiny tent of brown skin, the point slowly appearing through the stretched surface and sliding ever further through the tender ring of brown to the accompaniment of a long slow groan.
Teds smile was like the Cheshire cat as he dropped the breast with a triumphant ‘splat’.
He returned to the first breast, this he lifted then slid a 3 inch`er from the tray, slowly again the point began its painful journey, from above this time down through the breast meat, close behind the nipple, slowly oh so screamingly slowly till it protruded from the soft materiel by a good ¾ of an inch, he then lifted the breast and released it to slap against her body, the point penetrating under a rib and causing the first tears to fall.
Sobbing now, tears wetting her cheeks as Ted dropped his hand to her sex, causing a sharp intake of breath. The back of the hand sliding across the soft lips, wet now, dripping with reluctant excitement as she waited for the next invasion of her body.
He pulled on her right lip and with a swift flick of the wrist the first of the short needles slid through the tender flesh.
The effect was electric, her hips raised as far as the rope allowed, and the highest pitched scream you ever heard echoed round the cellar, her head thrown back, fingers clawing the air as the smile on Teds face broadened.
A second needle followed about an inch below the first with roughly the same effect, Ted bending to kiss the now pulsing clit.
I moved to the end of the couch, flopping my tool into her hands secured as they were, the curled round in a soft caress. Ted picked up another needle caught the other lip and slowly and precisely began to ease it into the soft meat as I bent to kiss her mouth partly to quieten her scream and partly to enjoy her kiss. Her gentle caress of my tool as the pain increased became a squeeze then a grip like a gorilla. Nails left imprints and I was glad I had not gone for the blow job.
She began to scream again, this time into my mouth, the pain causing us both to feel the discomfort, my dick felt it was going to burst the grip was so fantastic, strangely I loved it, and my eyes were straining to watch Ted who by this time was feeding a second needle through the lip. Again the scream of pure anguish as again the grip spasmed and with a spurt I never expected to ever achieve again my seed slashed onto her hair.
Sensing I had finished and as the needle was now in place skewering her lip like a kebab, she relaxed her grip and I stood up. Ted motioned me to remove the blindfold and she looked down at her mutilated body no doubt still throbbing from its multiple guests.
She managed a weak smile, and Ted kissed her. He whispered, “just one more my sweet?” holding before her eyes a long thin needle, I supported her head as her eyes became like saucers and he played with her clitorise, soundlessly he placed the point on her tenderest of nubs then waited.
His eyes met hers, the question obvious. There was a pause then she nodded almost imperceptibly.
He immediately pressed the thing home so just the absolute tip pierced her tiny dick, it was little more than a scratch but with a scream she began a fantastic climax, it was mega, she shook, and she screamed, her eyes rolling, her breath gasping, it was a savage cum spraying shrieking climax, huge beyond any climax I had ever witnessed before or nearly since.
Ted sprayed her belly with his own spend and despite the recent finish I went through the motions once more.
We were drained.
Quickly we released her bonds and removed the embedded needles, each accompanied by a groan of varying proportions then she lay totally exhausted, before together we helped her to stand.
We dressed then staggered up the stairs, over tea and the casserole she told us of the numerous tiny climaxes she had had after she had been secured, every needle an adventure, she said she had loathed us and loved us both in equal measures, she asked if I was bruised, which I assured her I was not, and she said that the humiliation of being in front of me had added to the heights she had reached. I asked if she would do it again and she said she was looking forward to it, perhaps not the needles though, but another adventure so we agreed to do just that ……and we did but that is another story.