In the last few years I have been increasingly interested in bisexual sex. I have met a couple of men for very basic sucking and wanking but every time after I felt really guilty and ashamed of myself.

I was recently in a pub with my wife and there was an old chap sat opposite eating his lunch. He was probably nearing 80 and he looked across at me and smiled. I thought he was smiling at my wife but he was actually smiling at me.

I smiled back and for the next 20 minutes we glanced at each other and smiled a lot. At one point he put his hand in his trouser pocket and it looked like he was reaching for his cock but that could have been my mind racing.

I went to the toilet but he remained in his seat. I was expecting (hoping) he would follow me I suppose. I got to a corner and looked back and he was staring at me.

When I returned his eyes followed me all the way and smiled as I sat down on the table next to his.

My wife went to the toilet as he put his coat on and we smiled at each other, and he asked me if we knew each other. I said I’m not sure, did he come to the pub very often. He said that he lived in the next district but liked the pub and came in every Tuesday for lunch. I said I may see you in here again and he said yes, I’ll try not to stare. I told him I don’t mind and he left.

I made a point of going to the pub the following Tuesday on my own and he saw me and smiled as he came in and asked to sit with me.

We chatted about mundane things and he told me he lived alone in a house in the next district. When it was time to go I left at the same time and without saying anything we walked together and we ended up at his house.

I found out that he was gay and lived alone and had lost his partner 20

Years before. When we got to his house I was invited in for a coffee and I stood watching him as he put the kettle on and made the coffee. He asked me to get the milk from the fridge and I took it to him and for the first time our hands touched.

He felt my hand and said I had lovely skin on my hands. I rubbed his which were old and wrinkly and he looked at me and then just leant forward and put his lips on mine.

I responded and opened my mouth and his toungue explored my mouth.

We stood for ages just kissing and only touching by our mouths.

His hand went behind my head and pulled me to him and I felt an overwhelming desire for him.

I put my arms around him and we kissed like lovers for ages.

He then stopped and led me by the hand to his bedroom. Told me to stand and then took all his clothes off.

His cock was small but hard and sticking out in front of him. He came to me and slowly undressed me and when I was naked my cock stuck up and as hard as it had been recently.

We embraced again and our hard cocks rubbed against each other. He pulled me down on the bed and for the next half an hour he kissed me all over and rubbed his cock over my face as he kissed my feet and worked his way up my legs.

I’d never had sex like it. It was sensuous and made me want him so much.

I told him I wanted him and he got between my legs and laid on top of me. We kissed as I felt his fingers explore me and I could feel him applying the cold lube that suddenly appeared.

I again felt his weight on me as we kissed and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me between my legs. With a little pressure he was in me and started moving very slowly in and out.

We kissed frantically and he started to speed up and apply more force to his thrusts. For the first time I had a man in me and I loved it. He kissed me passionately as his thrusts became faster and harder. He was groaning and he suddenly thrust hard and stayed still a couple of seconds before he repeated that about 4 times. I felt his body go tense and he gripped me tightly and I felt his hard cock push against me hard.

When he’d stopped cumming he just collapsed on me and laid there quietly for a couple of minutes.

My hands went behind his back to hold him and he suddenly lifted himself from me and said it’s time for me to go.

I was a bit confused but knew that he had had his fill and I had to go.

I walked home feeling  his spunk leaking out of me.

I was a bit confused but was back in the pub the following week and the same happened again. This time not so sensuous and he more or less just used me to cum.

I go every Tuesday and I allow him to use me. I know it’s wrong but I enjoy being the object of his desires and I think of him a lot in between our meetings.

We both enjoy our relationship and I don’t want to change anything.