Al&Kent

Another update; late-2024 …

A newer writer here compared with many; writing about our own real lives and sex-adventures only.

We were in a “thrupple” for a while and that was HOT.  It only ended when our third and another friend of ours fell in love and paired off; we still occasionally all fuck around together but happy to be continuing life’s journey married to my amazing husband Kent.

Recently we found another third to make us a thrupple; hot as fuck blond Australian about Kent’s age. Josh is a doll; sweet, built lanky and muscled, handsome, easy-going, submissive, and sex-obsessed. We’re all three having a great time in every respect (except perhaps politically).

Kent and I relocated to suburban Jacksonville, Florida in late 2020.   We had a life-changing event in the course of that relocation; a catastrophic car accident (I was driving) which very nearly took my life and could have killed both of us and our beloved dog had we not had some good chits in fate’s bank.  A long perilous recovery for me later and we both made resolutions for maximizing the time we do have; YOLO is a guiding principal principle for us.

Kent and I are a June/July-September couple. I’m in my early middle fifties and Kent is just embarking on his forties. One of our YOLO resolutions was to adjust our previously-strict monogamy boundaries; to avail ourselves of opportunities to play together with other guys when the opportunity and interest arises.  Like our boners those opportunities arise often and unexpectedly; suburbia is a hot-bed of sexual opportunity and so far no intrigue or messiness.  We have no interest in separate play as a pursuit unless we’re traveling separate which happens rarely; yet each of us has indulged in an off-the-books blowjob or two when that opp “arose” locally.  Kent and I are closer than ever and the sex-adventures are part of the intricate weave of the fabric of our marriage.

Kent was always gay by his claim; though he’s not a gold-standard gay due to some experimentation, necessity, and confirmation in his teen years.  I “discovered” my gaiety in the army; where better?  LOL  I wasn’t repressed or closeted; I just never had the opportunity or time to explore it and it was like a door opening to me.  An ill-fated marriage may have pushed me from full-scale bisexual after the discovery to practicing gay; no idea and just know men are what harden my dick now.

I’m “retired;” it’s in quotes because I’m still figuring out what that means when most days I don’t have time to get everything done I think I want to; and have taken-on a few consulting gigs.  Kent is an independent researcher and writer for corporate projects; he has a much bigger brain than mine complete with a string of graduate degrees which need to be stoked by application.

Our family is rounded-out by my grown “kids” who are an embarrassingly few years younger than my husband, two fine young grandsons. Sadly we lost Sasha an estimable beast of a Siberian Husky who was our faithful companion through it all to his end.  Our faithful best friend Sasha I credit with enticing Kent to stay with me for the rest of my life that first night I took him home; though he passed out of our lives … peacefully for him and painfully for us in May 2024.  R.I.P. Sasha; I hope you’re romping in the after-life in the wilds of your heritage the vast Siberian plain.

I hope you readers enjoy our continuing earthly adventures.