That's today's youth for you

This incident happened a couple of years ago, back when I had no idea how one could have sex with young people, since I was already pushing fifty, and in our youth, hardly anyone had heard about sex.

Friday came, and I got bored sitting in front of the computer in the evening, looking at photos of naked girls, so I decided to go unwind at a beer bar. My wife had gone to visit relatives, and sitting alone was nauseating. I ordered a bottle of beer and some pistachios and sat at one of the tables. After a while, the beer ran out, but I wanted to continue. I walked up to the bar counter, and in front of me stood a young guy choosing a drink, but he clearly didn't have enough money. Out of politeness, I asked,

how much more he needed; it turned out a hundred rubles would be enough for him. I lent him the hundred and ordered more beer. Then the guy suggested I join him and his wife, and later when they went home, they would repay the debt. I agreed—it's more fun than sitting alone. He led me to a separate room where he was sitting with his wife. She turned out to be a very young girl, at first glance about 18 years old, pretty, with loose hair framing her face. The guy introduced her—Olya, and his name was Igor. We sat down with him at the table and set out the drinks. I immediately noticed that the girl was already a bit drunk and her eyes were glazed.

In the meantime, she boasted that she had a birthmark under her nipple and casually opened her right breast to show it as proof. And her husband tenderly took her breast and kissed her nipple; the girl straightened up with pride over the little mark, allowing it to be freely examined. Seeing their shamelessness, I decided to touch her breast too. I leaned over the table to reach that beauty, took her tit in my hand, and gently squeezed it—this miracle of nature was drawing me to itself. And then my gaze fell on her hand, which had been hidden from me under the table until then; in her fist, she was holding her husband's cock, stroking it. I plopped back into my seat with my mouth agape. The guy, seeing my confusion, told me, don't pay attention to us, we often like to do this kind of thing at the table in the bar.

Now I was sitting there, highly aroused, imagining how she was handling him down there. Now she had started jerking him off in earnest; my cock was rock-hard, but I couldn't calm it down. The guy asked me if I had ever been given a blowjob—well, when had I ever cheated on my wife, and she has strict rules. Our drinks came to an end, and the young people offered to walk them home and there they would repay their debt. As we approached their house, I suggested getting more vodka—I really didn't want to let them go. When would I ever meet such open people again? After all, I had seen that when the guy came, she leaned down and licked his cock. We went up to their apartment, and the girl quickly set the table. We settled in the bedroom, turned on the TV, and then I had to be even more surprised: an adjacent door opened, and a completely naked girl came out; she had small breasts and a bare pussy. Sleepy, she walked past us to the toilet and back. Olya explained to me that it was her own sister visiting.

Then a memory blackout; I woke up at home, don't remember how I got there. Only now, I can't feel my cock as if it's not there, a complete emptiness. I've never had sex like that in my life.

Author's e-mail: аnоnistv@mаil.ru