When I returned to their flat exactly one hour later, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, Benjamin answered the door dressed in nothing but a short, open bathrobe. The fabric barely covered his waist, revealing the enticing V-cut of his muscular abs and the top of his pubic hair. The sight of him standing there, so casually exposed, was like a punch to the gut, reigniting the flames of lust that had only just begun to subside.

Jenny appeared in a similar bathrobe, hers a soft pink that made her skin seem even more luminous. She held out a third bathrobe, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Go ahead, George," she said, her voice a sweet pattern of seduction. "Get comfortable."

I slipped into the robe, tying the belt with trembling hands. The fabric was warm from her body, carrying with it the faint scent of their shared passion. We sat down in the living room, the soft glow of candles casting a warm, intimate light around us. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the promise of more to come.

Jenny leaned in close, her eyes searching my face. "So, George, tell me," she said, her voice a sultry whisper, "how did it feel to have Benjamin's cock in your mouth?"

Her question hung in the air, heavy with the scent of candle wax and the musk of desire. I took a deep breath, trying to compose my thoughts.

"It was... a rush," I finally admitted, the words feeling both foreign and liberating on my tongue. "So taboo, so... exciting." I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, the heat of embarrassment mixing with the lingering arousal from our earlier encounter. "To feel his masculine power, to know I was giving him pleasure—it was like nothing I've ever experienced before."

Jenny's eyes gleamed with excitement, a hint of triumph in her smile. "And how did you cope with his size?" she pressed, her voice a sultry purr. Her question hung in the air like a dare, pushing me to reveal the depth of my submission to their shared desires.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as the images of the night replayed in my mind—Benjamin's thick cock filling my mouth, his girth stretching my lips as I eagerly took him in. "It was... overwhelming at first," I admitted, feeling a shiver of pleasure at the memory. "But then I just focused on giving him pleasure, and it became easier."

Benjamin chuckled, his hand absently stroking his now-softening member. "You took to it quite well, George," he said with a wink. "For a first-timer, that is."

Jenny leaned in, her breasts brushing against my arm. "But did you enjoy it?" she asked, her voice a siren's call, demanding an honest answer.

I swallowed hard, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth. "Yes," I confessed, the word escaping in a whisper that seemed to echo through the room. "But it was... a challenge." I couldn't help the shiver that ran through me as I remembered the way he had filled my throat, the feeling of being so utterly dominated by his size and power. "I gagged a bit, and I couldn't take all of him," I admitted, feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment at my inexperience.

Jenny's eyes widened, and she leaned closer, her hand sliding up my thigh. "But you made him cum," she said, her voice a gentle caress that sent a thrill through my body. "That's what matters." She looked at Benjamin, a silent question in her gaze. He nodded, his smile widening. "It was incredible, baby," he said, his voice a low rumble of approval. "George really knows how to suck cock."

The words sent a wave of pride through me, mixed with a sense of dirtiness that was impossible to ignore. I had never felt more alive, more alive than in that moment when I had taken him in my mouth and felt him spurt his release into me. It was as if I had unlocked a secret part of myself, a side that craved the taboo and reveled in the power of giving pleasure to another man.

"Margaret started just like you, George," Jenny said, her voice a sweet purr that seemed to wrap around me like a warm embrace. "But with time, she learned to take all of him, to deepthroat him." She leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear. "It was incredible to watch."

Her words sent a thrill through me, and I felt my cock swell again at the thought of being taught by her, of being molded into the kind of partner she and Benjamin desired. "You think I could do that?" I asked, the doubt in my voice clear.

Jenny leaned back, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, I know you can, George," she said, her hand reaching out to stroke my cheek. "And I'd love to help you learn."

Her phone pinged, interrupting our intimate conversation. She glanced at the message, and a wide smile spread across her face. She passed the phone to Benjamin, who read it and grinned. "Looks like we've got a surprise," she said, her eyes dancing.

They exchanged a knowing look, and without another word, they both stood up and headed for the bedroom. "We'll just be a moment," Jenny called over her shoulder.

Their sudden departure left me feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. I could feel the energy in the room shift, the air thick with anticipation. The silence was almost deafening; the only sound was the steady tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. My heart raced as I wondered what they could be planning, my imagination running wild with possibilities.

After what felt like an eternity, they emerged from the bedroom, their smiles wide and mischievous. "George," Jenny began, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "we were just talking and wondered if you had any plans tomorrow?"

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that they had something in mind, something that was likely going to push the boundaries of our newfound intimacy even further. "No," I replied, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions churning within me. "I don't have anything planned."

"Perfect," Jenny exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then tomorrow is going to be a very special day for us, George." She stepped closer, her hand slipping into the open robe to trace a line down my chest. "We've got a whole day to ourselves, and we're going to make the most of it."

Her touch sent a shiver through me, and I couldn't help but wonder what she had planned. "But tonight," she continued, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "we're going to keep things nice and easy." She stepped away, leaving my skin tingling with anticipation. "Let's go watch a movie, shall we?"

Jenny's selection was "Basic Instinct," an old film but one that still managed to keep me on edge. She chose it, she said, for its seductive plot and steamy scenes. We settled onto the couch, the three of us close together, the air thick with sexual tension. The film began, and I couldn't help but be drawn into the story of passion and deceit that unfolded on the screen.

As the scenes grew more explicit, I noticed Jenny's hand slipping into the gap between our thighs. She began to stroke both our cocks lightly, keeping the rhythm of the movie's sultry scenes. At first, I was surprised, but her touch was soothing, and I found myself growing hard under her soft ministrations. Benjamin's eyes never left the screen, but his hand found its way to Jenny's breasts, squeezing gently, his thumb brushing against her nipple.

One particularly steamy scene had me leaning forward in anticipation, my breath held in my throat. And then, as the character on the screen reached climax, I felt an unfamiliar hand close around my cock, stroking it more firmly than Jenny's. My eyes shot to the side to find Benjamin's hand in place of hers, his own erection standing tall.

Jenny looked over at us with a knowing smile, her hand sliding away to rest on my thigh. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, George," she said, her voice low and seductive. "But it's only fair that you return the favor." She took my hand, her grip firm yet gentle, and placed it on Benjamin's cock.

I didn't hesitate, my fingers wrapping around his warm shaft, feeling the pulse of his desire. The room grew quieter as we focused on the silent dance of our bodies—Jenny's hand on mine, guiding my movements as we both stroked him. The tension grew, the air thick with lust, and I couldn't help but wonder where this was leading.

As the movie credits began to roll, the room was filled with the sounds of our breathing, heavy and needy. Jenny looked up at us, her eyes gleaming in the soft glow of the TV screen. "Looks like we all need to take this energy to bed," she murmured, her hand sliding away from my cock with a final squeeze.

I started to stand, my legs feeling like they might give out beneath me, when Jenny spoke again. "Oh, George," she said, her voice a sultry purr, "you're not going anywhere." She looked at me with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're joining us tonight. We wouldn't want you to do anything you might regret tomorrow, would we?"

With that, she took my hand and led me to their bedroom, her naked body swaying with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Benjamin followed closely behind, his cock still semi-hard, a silent sentinel of the passion that had yet to be fully sated. The bed was indeed huge, a king-sized monstrosity that took up most of the room. It was unmade, the sheets tangled and rumpled, a testament to the passion that had been shared there so many times before.

Jenny turned to face me, her eyes glinting with mischief. "We usually sleep naked," she said, her voice a whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "It's so much more... natural, don't you think?"

With trembling hands, I untied the belt of their shared bathrobe, letting the soft fabric fall to the floor. My own body was on display now, my cock standing at attention, a silent declaration of my arousal. Jenny took in the sight of me, her eyes lingering on my body with a hungry look. "You're perfect," she murmured, her hand reaching out to stroke my chest.

The bed was indeed large, the cool satin sheets a stark contrast to the warmth of their bodies. I slid in between them, the scent of their lovemaking still lingering in the air. There was enough space for us to move comfortably without disturbing the delicate balance of our newfound intimacy.

After a few minutes of silence, Jenny leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I want you to spoon me, George." Her voice was soft, almost a purr, and I felt the heat from her breath against my skin. Without hesitation, I shifted my body, aligning it with hers, my chest pressing against her back. Her skin was warm and soft, and I could feel the steady beat of her heart beneath my fingertips.

My arm slipped around her waist, my hand coming to rest on her stomach. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, the years of loneliness since my wife's passing suddenly feeling like a distant memory. Jenny's breathing grew deeper and more even as she molded herself into the curve of my body, her ass pressing against my cock. The sensation was heavenly, the warmth of her young body a stark contrast to the cold embrace of solitude I had known for too long.

I couldn't prevent my cock from swelling with arousal. The pressure grew unbearable, and soon, it was pressing into her, making her giggle softly. "Someone's happy to feel me," she whispered, her hand sliding down to cup my erection behind her leg.

Jenny shifted slightly, lifting her leg and reaching back with her hand to wrap around my shaft. She guided it between her thighs, the smoothness of her skin sending a shiver up my spine. The heat of her pussy was palpable, even through the barrier of our clothes. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping me in a warm, velvet vice. "Comfortable?" she whispered over her shoulder, a playful lilt to her voice.

"Jenny," I began, my voice thick with desire, "are you sure about this?"

"Oh, I'm quite sure," she murmured, her grip on my cock tightening slightly. "You've been a very good neighbor, George. And besides," she added with a mischievous smile, "this is as close as you're ever going to get."

Her words hung in the air, a tease wrapped in a promise. We lay there in silence, our bodies entwined, the only sound the gentle rustle of the fabric as we breathed. The warmth of Jenny's skin seemed to seep into me, her heat a balm against the chill of the room. I could feel the steady beat of her heart, the soft rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

For a moment, I allowed myself to revel in the intimate sensation of this pretty young minx in my embrace. The scent of her hair, the softness of her skin—it was a feeling I had almost forgotten. Despite the age difference, the way Jenny's body fit against mine was as natural as breathing. It was a stark contrast to the lonely nights spent in my own bed, yearning for a warm touch that was now a thing of the past. I could not believe my luck, to be here with her, feeling the pulse of life and desire that seemed to radiate from her very core.

But then, suddenly, the bed shifted, and I was jolted back to reality. The heat of another body pressed against my back, and a firm hand rested on my side. It was Benjamin, his presence a stark reminder that this was no ordinary romantic tryst. I froze, unsure of how to react, as his hand slid over my hip, his fingers tracing the contours of my skin with a possessive confidence that sent a shiver through me. His breath was warm against the back of my neck, and for a brief second, I felt the weight of his cock against my ass.

"Someone doesn't want to miss out," Jenny giggled, her voice filled with a delighted mischief.

The sudden presence of Benjamin's body was like a jolt of electricity. His heat, his strength, his very maleness—it was all so alien to me, yet so incredibly alluring. For a man of my age and experience, I had always been the dominant force in the bedroom, the protector, the giver of pleasure. But now, as I lay between them, I felt like the prey in the embrace of a pair of hungry predators, and the thrill was intoxicating.

I could feel Benjamin's cock, thick and rigid, pressing against my backside. It was a sensation that both terrified and excited me, a reminder that I was venturing into uncharted waters. My own arousal grew in response, my cock swelling and straining trapped between Jenny's thighs.

Without thinking twice, I mimicked Jenny's movements, lifting my leg and reaching down to guide his cock into the warm, velvety embrace of my thighs. It was a strange and thrilling sensation, feeling him against me in such an intimate way, his length nestled between my flesh as if it belonged there. The room was filled with the sound of our collective breaths, a symphony of anticipation and desire.

Somehow, amidst the tangle of limbs and the heavy scent of sex, we managed to drift away into a long, dreamful sleep. The warmth of their bodies was like a cocoon, wrapping me in a sense of security and belonging that I hadn't felt in years. The tension of the day melted away, replaced by a deep, satiated calm.