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Mark and I were very much similar. Both in our mid-forties, married with medicare to non-existent sexual lives and what?s most important, bisexual. We?ve met initially through a friend of a friend from work. An occasional meeting for work turned into a more deliberate hangout.We lived in the same city and shared more than a few interests. We became friends a few months into it, sharing more and more time together. We even bought a membership in the same gym, although it was not conveniently located for neither of us,*had a couple of double date-dinners with our wives, which seem to head it off as well.* It was not uncommon for us to go see each other randomly for this or the other, watch a game, go grab a few beers or work out.*During one of those meets, that was heavily lubricated with some bourbon, our usual conversation turned to sex. Here as well, we found,*we isvecbahis shared a lot of commonalities. *We were both a bit frustrated with our sex lives, but not to the point of looking for something outside of our well-established marriages, frustrated non the less.Thanks*to a heavy dose of bourbon, probably, we both expressed our curiosity in sex with men.*I admitted to having some degree of expertise due to my wild years of college and some extensive experimentation, Mark admitted to naught. On that first night, one thing led to another. We watched some porn together and jerked off together but not each other.Over the following months, things progressed much, much further. We established a relationship with very particular benefits. We tried to be*very careful not to expose*anything to our wives, but our meetings, more often than not, consisted of prolonged isveçbahis giriş sexual encounters. In the initial experimentation phase, we learned that we both were versatile, very convenient, and that we both really, really enjoyed each other's cocks and asses.*Live was good, better than ever before. Work was great and our frustrating sex lives with the wives were actually going pretty well, because well if either one of us got a cold shoulder, the relief was only a phone call away. We discovered that we both enjoyed a little dangerous aspect of our newfound excitement. It was having public sex.We did each other in various places, daring each other every time to take it a step further. The dark parking lot*was only sufficient for about three times, gym lockers and shower stall was always a good place. Then a random elevator, a car ride,*men's room isveçbahis yeni giriş in a restaurant during a double date. Great material for another story.*One Saturday afternoon marked called me:?Come over,? he said, ?Susan is going shopping and will be gone the whole afternoon. I could use your ass right about now.??I?ll be over in thirty*minutes,? I responded, eager as usual for some afternoon delight.?Honey, I'm going to Mark's to watch a game,? I yelled to my wife on the way out of the door?Have fun,? she yelled back without lifting her eyes from the book.'Oh, I will,'*I thought to myself as I jumped in the car and sped over to Mark's place.*On the dot, I rang his doorbell and he opened immediately as if he was just waiting by the door. He was buck naked.*Even in his mid-forties, Mark had a great body, largely due to his early days as a high school football player and hours we spend in the gym together. His eight-inch cock was already hard. I walked in and we started to kiss as he was closing the door. Like horny teenagers, we walked to his couch, kissing, touching, and undressing as we went.*