A little quick background - I have been married to the same woman for 23 happy years and have worked for the same company for 25 years. I am 56 and, since leaving college, I have had one job and have never cheated on my wife - pretty boring, huh? When we were first married, my wife was intrigued by the “swinging lifestyle” and we enjoyed several same-room swaps which she told me could not be considered cheating since she okayed every move.

Consequently, I can honestly say that I have never cheated on my wife. We gave up the swinger lifestyle shortly after the birth of our daughter and became the ultimate suburban couple. Two years ago our daughter (and our only child) left for college so we started experimenting again with the freedom of sex involved with swinging.

My wife, Sally, got us connected to a local group and we would meet with them about every two weeks for a little casual sex. Shortly after we started again, Sally and I were at home, in bed, and in a conversational mood. She asked, quite bluntly, if I had ever done anything I was either ashamed of or afraid to tell her.

I didn’t quite know where this was leading so I sort of mumbled a, “I don’t think so.”

She then informed me that she had done something after we were married and had always been afraid to tell me. I gave her a little encouragement only to have her confess that she and the woman who lived next door had been having casual lesbian sex almost since the moment we moved into this house 20 years ago. “Is that all,” I said. “My only regret is that I didn’t get to watch.” I then told her that I probably did have something I should confess but that it actually happened before we were married.

“Go Ahead,” she told me, “I can’t wait to hear what Mr. straight and normal has to ‘confess’.”

I took a deep breath and began to explain that way back, when we were engaged and she was still in school, my company had transferred me to a small Mid-Western state to serve as a trainee under the supervision of a more experienced salesman. We sold farm chemicals and most of the time I would talk to 20-30 farmers daily while traveling 40-50 miles in an area. This particular state had rest areas even on the secondary roads so I could always count on having an available bathroom no matter how much liquid I consumed in the summer heat.

One day, after I had been there for two months, I was in one of these rest areas when a moment of extreme horniness overtook me and I started to stroke my cock while standing at the urinal. Since all of these rest areas had some sort of hole between the urinal and the commode area, I never really paid attention until, after I attained a full erection and was really getting into it, I glanced over and saw a tongue protruding through the hole.

“What the hell,” I thought and just walked over and shoved my cock through the opening. A warm wetness enveloped my throbbing member and, as the slippery lips slid up and down my shaft, I felt myself getting ready to cum with an intensity that I had not felt before. I shouted a warning to my unknown benefactor and, instead of withdrawing, he clamped down with his lips and just held my spewing cock in place while he swallowed blast after blast.

I hurriedly zipped up and left but the memory of this intense orgasm was too much for me and I started making a point of visiting every rest area, and staying until I got a blow job, on as many occasions as I could. After a month or so of this, I was sitting on the commode myself when I heard someone enter the other section.

I leaned over to look through the hole since I thought I was the only “freak” who habitually masturbated in front of strangers in hopes of getting sucked off, when - and without any provocation on my part - this rather large cock just came poking through the gloryhole. Only inches from my face, my only thought was, “Oh, who cares?” I’d been on the receiving end of a blowjob so many times, I guess it was just a natural progression of events to just wrap my lips around this intruding member and try to give him the same terrific sucking that I had experienced so many times before.

He must have been extremely horny because my mouth had only traveled the full length of his throbbing cock when I felt it swell and release a huge load of cum onto my tongue. I had never tasted cum before and it only took this one time to get me hooked.

From that point on, I became engrossed in the art of cocksucking, often hanging out at the same rest area until I had sucked off three, four, or even five men in a row. The feeling of power at being able to reduce another man to quivering jelly just using my lips was addictive and I continued doing this on a daily basis until I was recalled back to the home office. My girlfriend and I got married six months later, so I gave this addiction up and never even mentioned it until this night as we were lying in bed together.

“Whew,” she said. “That was the most intense thing I’ve ever heard! Feel my pussy,” she said and shoved my hand between her legs. “Just the thought of you sucking a cock makes me soooo wet and I really want to watch you do it sometime.” We went on to have some of the best sex we’d had in months.

At our next “swingers” group get-together, Sally, who was always in charge of our hook-ups, told me she had found us a couple that were a little different from most of the others in our club. She brought them over to where I was sitting on a sofa and introduced them as Beth and Steve. Sally sat next to me while Beth and Steve both just sort of stood in front of us when, suddenly, Beth just dropped to her knees, parted Sally’s legs, and began wetly tonguing her already moist pussy.

Steve and I just watched and slowly stroked our own cocks while steadily staring at this incredibly erotic scene. Steve quickly took a step forward, which caught my attention and caused me to turn from viewing Beth’s talented tongue. His cock, which was about 5.5” fully erect, was poised only an inch from my face.