My First But Definately Not My Last

I while back, when I was in my late 30's, I attended an art exhibition In the south of England.
I had recently sold my IT company for a pretty large amount and was, for the first time, in a position to get serious about an art collection.
My wife was committed to her law practice and so I went alone. Driving in and out of London can be a pain so I decided to take the train. The auction was early afternoon so I figured I could take a train back later in the day.
At the auction I bought a painting for a little over a million pounds. That was the second highest price paid at the auction.
After the auction I was approached by a very attractive woman in her late 50's of so. She was impeccably dressed and clearly very stylish. We chatted about my painting and the two she had bought and then asked if I was staying the night or going back to London. I told her my plans and she then insisted that I went back to London with she and her husband.
After the usual "are you sure would that be ok" banter I agreed and we arranged to meet at a nearby hotel at 6pm for the drive home.
When I got to the hotel there was a large Mercedes S600 under the porte cochere, with a chauffeur at the wheel. As I got out of my taxi, the woman and a man came out of the lobby door and immediatley the chauffeur jumped out and greeted them.
I hadn't even thought about her husband...he was just her husband who was driving back to London with us.
The husband was clearly way, way younger and if she had said her son would be with us, that would have fit the picture.
She said you sit in the back, and will sit in the front. I want to doze not chat.
So I got in the back, and next to me, across the centre arm rest sat if not the, then certailny close to being, the most attractive man I had ever been close to. He looked like a model and had an incredible physique. He shook my hand and said nice to have some company.
We headed off and the women went to sleep almost immediately. Probably the champagne at the auction after party.
About 20 minutes into the drive, and after a bit of small talk mostly about art, and cars and boats, He slid his hand over mine which was on the centre armrest. As he did so he turned to me and just said softly "do you mind?".
I was stunned and amazed but kept my internal gasp silent.
I stammered "no its fine" wondering what the hell I was doing.
The chauffeur just kept driving.
Well, what was I doing? I was being turned on like crazy as a stunning male sat there gently stroking may hand.
I don't really remember what we then talked about. More boats and cars I think but I was in a place I had never been before.
Between my legs I had a full erection which was quite uncomfortable in my jeans.
As his hand slid off mine and he reached into my lap feeling my erection, I nearly ejaculated. I am sure a little gasp came out but the chauffeur didn't flinch.
Then in a moment of crazy thinking, I slid the zip of my jeans down and he pulled my full erection out started to stroke it. He then leaned in and gently kissed my neck.
When he leaned right over and took my cock in his mouth I did ejaculate. I am sure I must have kicked the back of the seat in front but still the chauffeur didn't flinch or even look in the rear vision mirror. Not that I saw anyway.
He pulled off my semi hard wet cock and kissed me again. Then sat back in his seat. I put my cock back in my jeans and ziped them back up.
Not another word was spoken until the woman stirred and said she wanted to be dropped off at her mothers house and would stay the night with her. She then explained her father had died recently and she took every moment she could to be with her at weekends.
Her husband said sure that's a good idea and so we did that.
"I thing we should have a celebratory night cap don't you?"
I was so aroused and confused I said sure that would be great,
We arrived at their home and as we got out he said to the chauffeur "Thank you Andrew, that will be all for thie night"
He drove off and we went into the stunning house.
Then he said "I hope you don't mind all this...we have a very open relationship and she knows I am bi and love to be with men sometimes. I saw you at the auction and told her this was one of those times. Thats why the invitation. If you had had your own car we were going to suggest we stayed the night, and that you did too rather than tackle the traffic "
We kissed. We made out, and then we went to bed, without the nightcap.
He introduced me to male sex. We became intermiitent lovers and while things have tappered off a lot, we still enjoy each other now an then. I am older, and he is still as stunning as ever.
From that wonderful night I have enjoyed men sexually often,