[F/M] A married guy in his 60’s rocked my world

‘m in my mid-30’s now but when I was in my late 20’s I got into permaculture and gardening in a really big way. I started a garden in my house and had this vision of eventually growing all my own food. I loved the idea of knowing where my food came from, being responsible for my own well-being and survival. Anyway, the permaculture community in my town was pretty small but managed to emcompass a few different age groups. I was getitng a lot of help and advice from people around and near town.

I was also having quite a bit of sex at this time in my life. I was working out AND doing garden work so my body was pretty tight, my life was pretty rich with interesting things to say on dates, and lots of guys wanted my attention. I was meeting a new guy practically every week, mostly guys my age or slightly older or younger. I met these guys at bars or on OKCupid and really having a good time with the variety of guys I could find. Even if I didn’t like everything about a particular guy, I could have a good time with him anyway because I knew he wouldn’t be the only one!

But eventually I did get a little bored with guys my age, and I think that’s what sort of primed me to feel a special attraction for a man I met through permaculture named Rufus. He lived in a homestead on the edge of town with his wife in a house they’d made from the ground up. Needless to say, despite being in his 60’s he and his wife were in great shape and looked about 10 years younger than they were. I worked on their farm and learned so many fun things about planting and gardening, and they let me help with their livestock as well. I really admired and aspired to the kind of life they had.

One evening after working with them and some other folks, we had a party at their house where I found out (I can’t remember if someone else told me or if I heard it directly from the wife) that this couple also had some experience in “free love” communities and practiced polyamory where the husband, who I’m going to call Rufus, was allowed to have sex with other women. Until then I’d seen Rufus and his wife as mostly parent-like figures to me, but after learning that they had this arrangement, and that apparently Rufus had kind of a low-key reputation for being a stud, I grew more and more attracted to the idea. So naturally I jumped at the chance to help Rufus when no one else was free to help him with the harvest they’d recently done. There was a lot of vegetables to be harvested and his wife was out of town.

I wore a shirt that was so worn out and old it was practically see-through with a green bra underneath, and some tight khaki shorts I wore for these kinds of jobs. The task took several hours because we took frequent breaks where Rufus would show me some project he was working on or we’d visit the goats or the chickens. I was quite flirty the whole time, laughing genuinely at everything he said, engaging fully in conversation, touching him at every opportunity, and bending and stretching in field of vision hoping that he would see my young body and get some great ideas.

After the produce was all processed and the task was done he invited me back to the main house to wash up. I got bold and suggested we use his solar shower together. Rufus just chuckled at the idea. When we got back to the house he told me that his agreement with his wife stated that he had to discuss bringing in new partners with her first, and she was away at a retreat where he couldn’ contact her. I internally questioned the logic of inviting a horny woman 30 years younger than you to work on your farm while your wife is out of town, but told him I’d respect his agreement with his wife. Of course I couldn’t help but keep flirting with and teasing him as the day went into the evening.

It was night when I decided it was time for me to head out. I gathered my things while Rufus watched and we continued talking. We were saying our goodbyes at the door and he said he’d talk to his wife about “making something happen” between him and me. I asked him if giving me a kiss goodbye was against the rules, and pointed out all the work I’d done for him that day, didn’t I deserve at least a kiss goodbye? He chuckled and rolled his eyes, but leaned in and gave me a grandfatherly kiss on th cheek. I remember looking up into his eyes as he backed away from it and kind of hovered near my face for a second, and I said, “Come on…”

He chuckled again and I leaned up and kissed him for real. He was quite a bit taller than me so I had to stand on my toes at first to kiss him, but it did the trick. We started making out and building up steam; I felt his rough but strong hands gripping my arm and squeezing my ass as things got more passionate. We settled in his big lounge chair in front of the stove and I straddled his lap and kissed him as we gradually liberated each other from our clothes. The homestead was isolated enough we didn’t have to worry about windows or lights. Nobody was there to see us. Before long we were both naked and I was kneeling in front of his chair on the ground with his long (probably 8 inches hard) dick in my mouth. I’ve always watched a lot of porn and had been getting into aggressive, sloppy blowjobs. Also I’d had a lot of practice with the guys my age I’d been going through like tissue paper. All of that is to say I treated Rufus to some porn-tier head for a good 4 or 5 minutes.

A big difference between Rufus and guys my age is that I had a certain kind of reverence for his boner. I’d read some things about senior sex, how you might have to be patient and even learn to work with their dicks at half-mast, but Rufus was evidently all the way hard and pulsating in my experienced mouth. His dick was somewhat gnarled, foreskin intact, but that just gave it character. And his performance in general was impressive. I was giving him the good stuff and he didn’t cum! He stopped me and pushed me by my shoulders away, which I thought meant he was going to finish soon, but instead he guided me to bend over the chair so he could mount me from behind.

This is when the title of this post comes up: he fucked me like no other guy has fucked me. Most of guys guys I’d been with from that point had watched porn all their lives, so naturally they tried to fuck like porn stars. Rufus, on the other hand, had a ton of experience but didn’t have the influence of porn so there was a completely natural, organic feel to how he fucked. It’s hard to describe but he seemed to know exactly where and how to hit it. On top of that, he kept rock hard and his cock was thick enough that I really felt it pumping in and out of my wet little cunt.

He did eventually cum, shooting it all inside my pussy right there in the living room of the house he’d built with his wife from the ground up. I was on birth control so I wasn’t too worried. I’d planned to leave after but it was kind of a cold night, and you can bet I wanted another round, but Rufus told me he needed more time than guys my age, so I decided to sleep over.

We slept naked in the bed he usually shared with his wife. He woke me up in the middle of the night and we made love in the dark bedroom, me riding on top with the moonlight showing us hints of each others’ bodies. That time I could sense that he was ready to nut so I jumped off his dick and took the load in my mouth. He’d confessed to me before that his wife wasn’t into giving or receiving oral and mostly liked to fuck, so I wanted to show him how it felt to cum in a young hot mouth.

We fell back asleep and in the morning we had one more round that was mostly me sucking him with a little riding in between. I had things I had to do that day so I eventually had to force myself to leave.

Anyway sorry for the long post, hope it’s not too much of a slog to read. I went on to be one of Rufus’ “stable” of girls until I moved out of town a few years after, so we had a lot of fun times.

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