Silver Saturday Party: Gilfs and Milfs Come Out To Play.

Byron George

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After the previous week’s threesome with Cassandra and Bryn the new neighbours, things settled back into a quiet suburban life. We had passed in the street and waved at each other with a smile from opposite sides of the road but nobody else around had spoken of them or their little soirees. Cassandra had hinted that some of her previous singles club members might be having a reunion and that she would send me a text message if they wanted my participation in another fun day.

It was the Friday evening when I saw them both in the corner table at the local club bar, but I could not go over to them because I was with other people, and in a small place like this we could not look too close as friends, well not yet anyway as they had only moved back to the area recently, and we all knew how people talked around here. Cassandra was so clever though and made a point of catching my eye with a smile and a nod to the smartphone in her hand at the same time as mine buzzed in my pocket when an incoming message arrived. I took the hint and went outside to check the phone and there was a message from Cassie, “tomorrow at 11.00 am my friends are coming around for nibbles, come round about an hour after, Bryn will show you in.”

Saturday was always a good day for me to get out of the house and I wandered around the corner to their townhouse, I noticed Bryn was outside vacuuming the car and there were a couple of other cars parked up on their run-up. We said our hellos and he led me into the house, “go on upstairs, I’ll follow when I’ve put these things away.”

As I climbed the stairs I could hear a few female voices and some background music. I peeked around the door and saw a half dozen women in their fifties, in their little black dresses or skirt suits. Four were standing with drinks in their hands chatting, two were on the sofa and actually kissing and fondling, I saw one hand inside a red blouse also. Cassandra saw me at that moment and waved me over, offering me a glass of wine. She looked amazing, dressed in a plain black dress and black stockings and heels and probably nothing else from the way she moved. I was introduced to the four standing and told the names of the two on the sofa.

We had the small talk but I noticed that while talking to the nearest pair in…

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Byron George

Positive & sensual author; loves diversity, travel, other cultures, pan, poly whatever! LGBTQ+ Positive, Growin’ old disgracefully. www.authorbyrongeorge.com