Over the next few weeks Ron and Doris often visited my allotment and not always together. Sometimes it was just Ron or Doris and every time we spent just enough time in the shed the same lustful feelings swept over anyone who was in it.
It’s hard to imagine the number of times I had sex in one guise or another. Doris definitely had a preference for her bottom being invaded and both Ron and her liked to get their mouths around my cock. Free from guilt I indulged in every fantasy going that up to three people could participate in. Instead of avoiding the shed I started to willingly stay in it in order to get to feel so erotic and horny I needed to do something about it.
If neither of them came I would get out Old Bill’s and Ron’s porn stash and spend as much time as I could, without neglecting the allotment, edging myself until I could stand it no longer and shoot a copious amount of sperm high into the air. Sat in that shed I could cum every day . I had the potency of a twenty something year old man, not what any sixty something experiences.
On the days either or both turned up it was an anything goes session. If it was just Ron then it was porn out, trousers down and any combination of who does what to who. I really started to look forward to sucking Ron’s cock and having the favour returned. If it was just Doris then it would nearly always end up with me using my cock in both entrances between her legs. For a fellow retiree she was voracious in her sexual appetites.
If there was all three of us then there seemed to be no boundaries in what we did sexually to each other. On the occasions that Ron went to suck my cock Doris would stare fixedly at us with her hand over her pussy and give it what for. She really liked to see us doing that. Once she was sat on my face and Ron lowered himself onto my cock (another first) and fondled her nipples and breasts. The sensuality of it all had me in its no holds barred, grip. I was up for anything.
I know what you are thinking!
What about my home life and my marriage ?
Well, the simple answer is that nothing had changed. Whenever my wife wanted us to be sexual with each other we were. It was almost as if what happened in the shed didn’t count for anything. I was just as potent as I always was despite ejaculating on an almost daily basis . It was as if there were two me’s!
If ever she said she was interested in coming back up to see what I had done with the allotment, I would show her pictures of my progress on my phone with the mud and the soil and the slow progress of anything growing. It seemed to satisfy her enough to put her off visiting. Too my shame I was determined to keep my shed-life from her. That was until I couldn’t.
Horror of horrors, my wife turned up at the allotment completely unannounced. She had locked herself out of the house. Not really a surprise to me as she always kept her house keys separate from her car keys. Fortunately for me I was actually doing some work on a trellis I was making for the green beans to climb as they grew. Another stroke of good fortune was that neither Ron or Doris had visited so far today.
Before she left she wanted the grand tour of the place and I spent the next few minutes showing her all that I had done and planted. She also wanted a good look in the shed. Thankfully the porn stash was tucked away from prying eyes. On entering she spotted the kettle and insisted I make her a cup of tea. I had a feeling of dread, wondering what was going to happen to her after she had been in here for a while.
While we were sat having our tea I noticed my wife starting to wriggle a little in her seat. I was feeling it too, but from experience I was able to keep control of my rising sensuality. I did, however, think that I would be required to satisfy my wife later on that evening. She was obviously feeling the effects of what sitting in the shed could do.
A couple of minutes later there was a shout from outside and it was Doris carrying a tray of sugar snap pea seedlings. Opening the door she came in and very quickly said hello to both of us and very cheekily asked if the kettle was still hot. Putting the kettle back on Doris slipped into my seat and began chatting away with my wife. She also reminded me that I needed to plant out the seedlings she had brought today so I left them with their tea and went out to plant them, wondering what was going to happen.
It took about half an hour to prepare the plot, plant them and water the seedlings in. During that time neither my wife or Doris came out of the shed and I was concerned about what Doris would say. Making my way noisily to the shed door it was apparent that something had been going on. There were sudden movements as I opened it and my wife’s voice was very breathy and I noticed the top button of her blouse was not fastened. It was when she arrived. Also Doris had a wide smile and told how lovely my wife was.
I was in no position to complain, in fact I was quite pleased that in some way it was a small part of equalling up, considering what I had done with both Ron and Doris. My wife didn’t seem to know what to do with herself. She squirmed and wriggled with embarrassment and I pretended not to notice. She urged me to get her phone out of her car, in other words, to give her time to recover from the situation she thought she was in.
When I returned it was to a calmer wife and Doris. There was still, however, an atmosphere in the shed. To test the shed theory I asked my wife if she would like a glass or two of prosecco this evening and quick as a flash she said yes.
At home, over tea, she said how interesting Doris was and about how pleasant the atmosphere in the shed was. A pleasant atmosphere was one way of putting it! She had obviously felt the vibe and it made her very sexual. It took only one glass of prosecco before she eagerly lifted her dress to reveal that she was naked underneath it. My hand immediately went for her pussy as she undid my belt. There was nothing leisurely about this.
The next few minutes was a frenzy of kissing and her ripping my clothes off. What followed was the urgency of the very early days of our marriage where nothing was left untouched. She didn’t try to stop me from putting my finger in her bottom which she would normally do, if and when I tried it. Usually it’s me having sex with my wife but that evening it was the other way around. Nothing was going to stop her satisfying her lust as we went at like there was no tomorrow .
My wife had multiple orgasms during the course of our lovemaking. I’d like to think it was my sexual prowess but it was probably the effect the shed had on her. Nevertheless it was a most enjoyable session and I came deep inside her after she had previously used her mouth to bring me to new heights of sexual eagerness.
Alarm bells rang when my wife said she wanted to become more involved with the allotment. How was I going to continue with this conscience free sexual lifestyle I was living while at the shed with Doris and Ron without her finding out?
The following day, whilst weeding a large patch and avoiding going into the shed for any longer than a couple of minutes a solution hit me. It wasn’t an ideal solution but as I had indulged in sex outside my marriage then it was only fair that my wife should become involved and indulge herself. But how to do it?
Ron came round later and before we went in for a cup of tea I told him what had happened when my wife appeared and experienced the effect the shed had on people and what she said about wanting to come and help more. I also told him about my solution to it and he smiled and licked his lips.
One week later.
As arranged, I invited my wife to drop in after she had visited her friend to inspect my progress and, as arranged, Ron was to be there too. When she arrived we were both sitting in the shed and both feeling very sensual. After introductions the kettle was on and silver tongued Ron was working his charm on my wife who was beginning to respond in a very positive way. The shed had worked it’s magic.
A very short time after I pretended that I needed to urgently get some potting compost that I needed to plant some seedlings I had, before the day was out. Picking up my car keys I told them I wouldn’t be long and left before she could persuade me to leave it until tomorrow.
It wasn’t easy to leave. I was feeling just as lustful as the other two but I needed to level the playing field, so to speak, and catch my wife in the throes of lust and sensuality. So, when in about half an hour I returned I expected my wife and Ron be in some state of undress or at least looking like something was going on. They were both. The look of fear, coupled with lust , on her face as her head came up from Ron’s lap told me everything I wanted to know.
Panicked, she kept apologising profusely and claiming she didn’t know what came over her, and it took several minutes to calm her down to the point that she realised I was not outraged and indignant, but smiling. Then came the quizzical look. I Told her about how she was feeling now and how overcome she became with lust and how she could probably do nothing about it but give in. She said she was overwhelmed with the idea of sex and just couldn’t help it.
I then pointed out that she had unfinished business with Ron, whose cock was still pointing skywards and that she should see to his needs. The look of puzzlement and pure lust on her face made her hesitate and she needed a little more encouragement to lower her mouth, once again, onto Ron’s cock.
It took a few more minutes for the shed’s effect to get to me but when the lust hit me I couldn’t help but release my cock and wank away watching my wife suck Ron’s cock. At other times I would have been appalled but I’m totally turned on and transfixed watching them.
As my wife came up for air she noticed me with my cock out and lustfully gets Ron and me to stand next to each other. She was now kneeling in front of both of us with a hand on each cock licking and sucking us in turns. She then decided to manoeuvre us so our cocks were touching each other and try to get both in her mouth. Not so easy that!
She then surprises me by asking me to suck Ron’s cock while she gets her breath back. So, being the obedient husband, I did just that. With her hand up her skirt, she said that she had always wanted to see that and how sexy it was. So we were now in a triangle with me sucking Ron’s cock and him stroking my wife’s tit’s with her now grasping my cock.
This went on for a short time when it became clear that Ron was about to let-fly his seed and noticing it, my wife ordered me to suck harder and to take everything he had to give. This I did and swallowed it all. Meanwhile her hand was back up her skirt claiming its the sexiest thing she’d ever seen and asking if Doris was going to be about.
She then removed her damp knickers, threw them at Ron, ordered me home, declaring that she didn’t need any prosecco this evening and be prepared for the ride of my life. By the following morning I was exhausted. My wife was insatiable and surprisingly still full of lust. Realising it was the effect the shed had on people she grabbed the keys to it, ordered me to stay home and asked which plot was Doris’s.