Chell’s normal repertoire of fuck buddies tops out at around 54. She’d always been firm about that. So when I put her in touch with a retired bloke of 67, I wasn’t sure how it would land.

I let her meet people through me, but once the introduction is done she takes full control of the organising. A couple of weeks ago I was on one of the bigger swinging sites when this chap, Rob, messaged me. He was very keen on Chell. We exchanged a few messages that day and agreed I’d set up a FaceTime the following afternoon.

That evening I mentioned it to her. She surprised me by saying she was open to someone older. The next day the three of us did the FaceTime. She liked what she saw, so I handed over his number and stepped back.

I didn’t expect much to happen quickly. She already had a couple of regulars she saw fairly often. I was away the following weekend when, on the Wednesday, she casually told me she was meeting Rob and his mate. That was the real shock. I’d assumed it would just be the two of them. Instead she was driving up to Chesterfield — twenty minutes up the road — to a hotel with Rob and his 66-year-old friend, Dave, for a full session.

As the week went on I could see she was getting properly excited. That was unusual. She’d never gone for older men before; the previous oldest had been early fifties.

On the Friday I left after work and headed south for a family do. Chell had arranged to meet them Saturday evening. I kept half an eye on the Ring cameras. Late afternoon I watched her walk around the house naked after her shower. Just before she was due to leave she stood in the lounge, still completely bare, and slipped on nothing but her long coat. She zipped it up, tied the belt tight, picked up her big handbag, dropped a bottle of lube inside, and walked out to the car.

I didn’t hear anything else until nine o’clock that night when a short message came through: she was safe, heading home, and had had an absolute fucking amazing time. She arrived not long after. The full details didn’t land until the next day by text, and then properly when I got back on the Sunday.

Apparently Rob had already checked in and texted her the room number. Dave was running a bit late. When she knocked, Rob opened the door still fully dressed in shirt and trousers — not the usual greeting she gets. He took control straight away.

“What have you got under the coat?” he asked.

She gave him that slow half-smile. “Would you like to see?”

He nodded, looking as eager as a pensioner could manage. She undid the belt, slowly unzipped the coat, and let it drop to the floor. Underneath she was completely naked except for the knee-high boots. Her small tits sat high, nipples already puffy and stiff. Her cunt was starting to look swollen and damp.

Rob stepped in close, kissed her neck, and ran his hands over her. He squeezed her tits, twisted the nipples hard enough to make her gasp, then slid one hand down her back and gripped her firm, rounded arse. His other hand moved between her legs and cupped her mound, feeling how wet she already was.

His phone buzzed. He broke away just long enough to check it, told her Dave had arrived, and quickly texted the room number. Then he was straight back on her, fingers rubbing over her puffy outer lips while he kept working her nipples.

A couple of minutes later there was a knock. Rob left her standing naked in the middle of the room and opened the door. Dave stepped in, took one look, and laughed.

“Couldn’t fucking wait, could you? Had to start without me again.”

They didn’t waste any more time. Both men closed in. Four hands were on her at once — squeezing her arse, twisting her nipples, fingers pushing between her legs. One of them slid two fingers straight into her cunt and started working them in and out while the other played with her clit. Chell stood there taking it for a minute, then said, voice already a bit rough,

“Get naked. Both of you. Now.”

They stripped quickly. Rob’s cock was thick, average length, already hard and curving up. Dave’s was longer and thinner, fully stiff, a bead of precum already at the tip. Chell reached out and took one in each hand, stroking them slowly while they continued to finger her. Dave pushed a third finger into her and she moaned, legs opening wider.

Rob dropped to his knees first. He buried his face between her thighs, tongue spreading her open and licking deep while Dave kept working her nipples and kissing her mouth. She held the back of Rob’s head and pushed her cunt against his face, grinding on his tongue. When he pushed two fingers up inside her alongside his tongue she came the first time, thighs shaking, a wet sound filling the room as she soaked his chin.

They didn’t give her long to recover. Rob stood up, wiped his mouth, and guided her over to the bed. She climbed on all fours. Dave moved in front of her and fed his longer cock into her mouth while Rob lined up behind and pushed straight into her cunt in one slow thrust. She groaned around Dave’s cock as Rob started fucking her properly — deep, steady strokes that made her small tits swing. Dave held her head and fucked her mouth in the same rhythm, the two of them using her from both ends.

After a few minutes they switched. Rob pulled out, slick and shiny, and moved round so she could taste herself on him. Dave took his place behind her and slid in. He fucked her harder than Rob had, short powerful thrusts that made her moan every time he bottomed out. She kept sucking Rob, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, the other reaching back to spread her arse for Dave.

They kept swapping like that for a while — cunt, mouth, cunt, mouth — until Chell was dripping and making those low, continuous noises she only makes when she’s properly gone. At one point Dave pulled out of her mouth, moved behind her again, and while Rob was still in her cunt Dave pressed the head of his cock against her arse. She pushed back onto it. He worked it in slowly until both of them were inside her at once. She came hard again with both cocks stretching her, body shaking between them.

They didn’t stay in the double penetration long. Rob pulled out of her cunt and she immediately took him back in her mouth while Dave kept fucking her arse. A minute later Dave grunted, buried himself deep, and came hard inside her. She felt every pulse. When he pulled out, cum started leaking down the inside of her thigh. Rob lasted another thirty seconds before he pulled out of her mouth, stroked himself twice, and painted her tongue and lips with thick ropes of cum. She swallowed what she could and let the rest run down her chin.

They gave her a short break, then started again. This time it was slower but no less thorough — more fingering, more tongue, more taking turns in her cunt and arse until both men came a second time. Rob finished in her cunt; Dave came over her tits and stomach. By the time they were done Chell was lying on her back, legs open, covered and filled, looking thoroughly used and very pleased with herself.

She cleaned up as best she could in the bathroom, put the coat back on over nothing but the boots, and left them both still naked on the bed. The drive home was quiet. She messaged me at nine that she was safe and that it had been incredible. That was all I got until the next day.

I got back late Sunday afternoon. She was already home. We sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea and she told me the whole thing properly, no details left out. She was still walking a little carefully. When she finished she looked at me with that small, satisfied smile and said,

“Sixty-seven and sixty-six. Who knew the old boys still had it in them?”

I didn’t have much to say to that. I just sat there, hard in my jeans, listening to every last explicit detail while she sipped her tea like it was the most ordinary Sunday conversation in the world.