This story turned out to be rather long, as I wanted to tell it with as much detail as possible.
I broke it up into 3 parts, so as not to be too tedious to read in one post.

My life took an interesting turn was when I was in a relationship with 2 older men.
(Well, it was one basically, but started with two.)
And when I say ‘old’, I mean it, as they were between 60 and 70, or maybe even 80, but their cocks were worth it.

I used to belong to AFF, and managed to connect with a woman who said she was in an open marriage, with permission to play with whomever she pleased.
As time went on, however, I learned this wasn’t entirely true (but that’s another story for another time.)
She also told me she was part of a group of swingers who used to meet regularly.
The first few times I met her, it was just the two of us, but I was itching to broaden my horizons, so to say.
I wanted to be a part of this group where I could pick and choose which women I wanted to be with.
After a few times together, she started to get possessive and told me she didn’t want to share me with anyone else, as what we had was special.
This may have been so, but once the thought of orgies, etc. was put into my mind, I found it hard to forget.
As time went on, she relented and said she would let me in on this other side of her life.

Out of the blue, she gave me a phone number and told me to call it the following day, which I did.
It was supposedly the number of her best friend, another member of this group.
I was a little put-off when a man answered, but he seemed friendly, so I asked for his wife.
He told me she was at work, which I didn’t think about (suspecting these types of people didn’t need to, and sat around screwing each other all day.)
I told him I was given this number by so-and-so, and he told me to call back later, or tomorrow.
The next day, I called again a bit later, and he answered again.
Not wanting to risk getting on his bad side, I told him I would maybe see them both at one of the parties my ‘girlfriend’ would be throwing the following weekend.
He seemed OK with this and hung up.
I did meet them both at the party - the wife was a thickish brunette with a sassy personality, and he seemed a pretty nice guy.
The party didn’t seem as wild as I thought, so I left after a few hours, but not without making plans to meet them both at their home very soon.
I thought it could be hot with the 3 of us, and looked forward to our get-together.

I didn’t hear from them the following week, nor the next, but didn’t want to seem too anxious.
My high sex drive got the better of me, though, and I broke down and called on the third week.
We scheduled to meet on the coming Friday.
I went to work, then left early, as it was closer to where they lived than if I had travelled from where I lived at the time.
I laughed to myself, thinking no one there would imagine what I would be doing in a few hours time - it was pretty funny to me.
I drove out to their home, and was surprised to see it was in a gated community - ‘they must have money’, I thought when I saw the homes contained within.
I found the house, and it was impressive, with a long stairway leading up to the front door.
I parked in the driveway and made my way up to ring the bell.
I heard it resonate inside, then throught the glass, saw a figure coming down an interior staircase.
I was a little deflated when I saw it was the husband instead of the wife who opened the door.
He invited me in, but when I asked where his wife was, he said she had an emergency appointment with her job, and wouldn’t be able to join us.
I had a sense something was not quite right, so told him I didn’t feel comfortable with just the two of us, and besides, I had the feeling he was acting behind her back.
I said graciously I would prefer if all of us were present, and maybe it would be better if I were to return another time.
He seemed disappointed, but also a bit irked at his wife because she upset his plans also.
I left and took my frustration home with me.

(Continued in part II.)