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One Enchanted Evening.
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One Enchanted Evening. It has been several years now, but I remember receiving the first message from them as if it were yesterday. I had been a member on the adult dating site off and on for a couple of years at that point. If memory serves me, I was advertising myself as a mature, white Bull seeking couples interested in the Cuckold and Hot Wife Lifestyle. I was in my early fifties at the time and had not been in a serious relationship for several years. In the mid-nineties out in California, I had been introduced to the Lifestyle by a married couple five or six years younger than myself who were looking to spice things up by including a single male into their bedroom for the first time. I had met the husband in one of the adult<b> chatrooms </font></b>on AOL (during the dial-up years, no less) called Ménage et Trois. He was searching for a guy to have sex with his wife while he watched and joined in. The focus was to be solely on providing her pleasure. She was a stay-at-home mom who had become bored with her life on some level. If I had to name it, theirs was primarily a Hot Wife relationship. I was in legal separation status as California required a six month 'cooling off' period before a divorce could be granted. Despite a one-off dalliance once our marriage bed had become cold, I had only been with my wife sexually. So at this point in my life, I was eager to explore everything I could in the realm of sexual fantasies, a ménage et trois lay near the top of the list. This relationship became a perfect storm of sorts, not in a negative way, but, rather, how the stars aligned perfectly for us in every regard. I mean, what are the chances that a horny, newly single male would meet an attractive younger couple looking for an attractive single male online who happened to live less than five miles from one another. I am not even sure adult dating sites really existed at the time as they do today, yet somehow we happened upon one another. As he and I chatted back and forth about what each was looking for, in the back of my mind I was a little leery because I was still very selective about the appearance of my potential partner despite my overly horny state. However, my fears were unfounded when he sent my a photo of his wife. She was a stunning knock-out!!! We agreed to test the waters by meeting at a TGIFridays that weekend. I arrived first and sat at the bar to have a drink to calm my nerves a bit. I was also nervous AF about everything involved. Would they find me attractive in person? How would I perform? What would the dynamics be while we were in the throes of the moment? A million thoughts and emotions filled my mind. As I said, I had only really been with my ex-wife and while very excited about the prospects of having my first threesome, one never knew how the intersection between fantasy and reality would play out. As things turned out between us, it was wonderful and we played off and on for several years until life sent us off in different directions. In fact, I recently received an email from them out of the clear blue. They are a long way away from me and I've not the time or funds to visit, but the fact they thought to remain in touch speaks to the quality of our experiences together. So fast forward to seven or eight years ago. I received a message from another younger couple, but this time much younger. He was 27 and she was 24. He was looking for a guy to have sex with his wife while he watched and filmed us together. He felt that she did not feel she was attractive and he wanted to boost her self-esteem by having her feel desired by another man. I was a little skeptical that he was just pulling my chain. After all, I was in my early fifties, and while I would say I am attractive for an older man, I would never put myself in the class of a Richard Gere or George Clooney. And then when he sent me some photos of her I was even more dubious. While she may not have been the knockout the first wife had been, but she was very cute and extremely desirable in a number of other ways. She was petite and looked quite wholesome. That combination within a Hot Wife or Cuckold context really gets my juices flowing. However, I had been around this block a few times previously and knew that sometimes the male in the relationship is the one driving that particular train, meaning the wife or girlfriend may not be completely onboard or enthusiastic about what is being proposed. Not having the female involved 100% excited about being with me is a complete buzz-kill for me. Given that the proposed meet-up would be a couple of weeks away, she and I began interacting via email and messenger. I wanted to get a true sense of where she was coming from in what was being proposed. While she did confess that she was primarily doing it because of and for him, she also was quite clear that she was not being pressured or coerced into our tryst. She simply loved him enough to allow things to unfold. That, strangely enough, was another huge turn on for me. She insisted, that despite our age difference, she found me quite attractive. She even sent me some additional photos of herself in lingerie that made me desire her even more. Their profile had been clear about what they were looking for and all our interactions had been consistent with that. In short, I believe they were genuinely legit. While they had stated they did not have a preference with regards to race (they were Latino/Latina) or age, they had said that since she was on the smaller size, she preferred that the guy not be too endowed. Since I fell in-between 7.5" and 8" I feared she might be reluctant on that account. But when I inquired with her about this particular, she said that while mine was bigger than her guy's she did not feel it would be a problem. I assured her that I would be gentle and would ensure she was very aroused before moving onto coitus. The evening had finally arrived and we had agreed to meet at 'My Brother's Place' to shoot some pool and see how we got along. They were extremely cordial and he bought a round of beers. After a game of pool they seemed anxious to move forward and we went to my apartment as previously agreed upon. They had a young , so it was impossible for them to host. They seemed like genuinely nice people so I did not mind having them enter my sanctum sanctorum even though I did not really know them that well. She went into the bathroom to change into an outfit she and he had decided upon while he set up his camcorder and tripod. I decided to simply strip off all my clothes since that's how I feel most comfortable when making love. And that was my intent, to make love to this young, tender flower, rather than simply fuck her. She came into my bedroom in lingerie and high heels. Seems an aspect of his fantasy was to see her with another man wearing come-fuck-me-heels. Interesting. So she lies back on my bed and I lie beside her, facing her, on one elbow. I had previously inquired if there was any prohibition about kissing on the mouth. For me, kissing my lovers mouth is a natural part of sex, but I knew from experience that some couples found that too intimate. They had no such restriction. I began by gently kissing her mouth while allowing my free hand to slowly graze up and down her body. Her mouth was very soft and wet. she kissed quite well, although tentative at first. In fact, she rather laid there quite still at the outset as I could sense she was unsure of herself. I was not certain if her trepidation was due to this being the first time with another man or if it was due to having him watch...or both. So after kissing her once more, I whispered into to her ear to forget about him being there and focus only upon one another and the pleasure she would be feeling. She smiled and nodded her agreement to this. I then began arousing her body from head to toe. I started with her less erogenous areas before proceeding to the more sensitive ones. She slowly began to warm to the occasion and soon her focus was locked in completely to she and I. I began to slowly undress her leaving the heels on for his benefit. Though my desire was rock hard, I continued my ministrations to all parts of her body until she made the decision to invited me inside. Her body grew very warm as she responded to my touch. Her breath quickened and grew shallow as I moved down between her legs and tasted her love juices which were beginning to flow in earnest. Her hips writhed from side to side and subtly bucked upward as I teased her clit with my mouth and tongue. After a period of tortured reticence of my desire to enter her, the longed for request was issued. She pulled my head up to hers and I kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste her own desire, perhaps for the first time. Now she whispered into my ear that she wanted me inside her. I positioned myself between her legs using my knees to gently spread her own. I took hold of my hardened sex and placed the tip at the entrance of her body. Slowly I allowed my tip to graze up and down her slit watching her eyes open and close as the waves of pleasure and anticipation built. I was vaguely aware of him moving around us, but her eyes never left me. I then, ever so slowly, began to enter her body. I only entered an inch or so, then retreated, retracing this step inch by sensual inch. As I lowered myself into her, she issued a series of low shudders. Shudders more filled with pleasure and desire for more, than of discomfort. Once I was fully inside, I remained still allowing her to grow accustomed to my presence. Then just as slowly I began to withdraw. Our eyes remained locked upon one another as I began the slow rhythm of in and out, side to side. I varied the speed and depth of penetration so her experience of me would be anything but rote, anything but the ordinary routine she may have been accustomed to. Her body responded completely and absolutely. She clung to my body each time I pulled back as if she feared I was about to leave hers. I had to smile at how beautiful she had become in that instance. Each time I was fully inside of her, I commemorated the moment with a deep, yet gentle kiss. I cannot say how long we continued in this way. In a fashion not unlike my experience of becoming lost in my writing, the rapturous experience seemed almost spellbound. Time ceased to have meaning or purpose. I felt as if I could remain in this state for eternity. But alas that was impossible. He interrupted our revelry by asking if he could have some time alone with her. Being the gentleman that I have always been, I acquiesced. As I sat in my living room sipping on some water, I reflected upon how this experience had surpassed all expectations I had for it. And yet, I could not take credit for what we had encountered. It was a duet, each of us playing our roles to perfection. She must have felt similarly, because after perhaps five minutes at most, he came to me asking if I wished to continue. Seems that they were under some time constraint due to their babysitter. When I climbed back into bed with her, she said as much and thought whatever time they had before needing to leave should be spent with me. After all, they could play with one another anytime. So we resumed our connection, but she was much more active and assertive in which positions she preferred and engaged with the camera in a very interactive way. In short, she had truly blossomed on an erotic level and it was a thing to behold. Again, while I wish I could take credit for her transformation, my role was simply being a conduit for the desire which had laid dormant within. As we finished and she returned to the bathroom to re-dress, he and I stood in the living room waiting. He was literally shaking as we stood together. I asked him if he would like another beer and he readily accepted. I soon came to realize that while he may have had fantasies about watching her with another man, he was not truly prepared for how if would make him feel. I believe it was more than what he had bargained for. We parted company and he reiterated that there were no promises of a return engagement. This was a part of the understanding from the beginning. And while I wish it wasn't so, I was bound to honor the agreement. As they left, I knew he would not want this to happen again. And while she would almost certainly agree to another meet, I knew she would never do so against his wishes because she still loved him fiercely. I respected and desired her all the more on account of this. I received one last email from her the next day. She thanked me for what happened between us and praised my ability to bring her such pleasure. She said that she was still in such a state that she literally jumped his bones that night and the next morning because of her aroused state. She also mentioned that he may have re-watched a small part of what he had recorded, but that was it. In fact, she believed he may have ended up deleting it. If I were a selfish man, I might have done more to push for another go. I did reply to her email by thanking her for her kind words and left it by saying should she ever change her mind... Of course, I never heard from either of them again. I decided to delete the photos they had sent me of her because I am only human after all and I knew myself well enough that looking at them would eventually lead me to do something I might regret. Instead, I retain only these memories of she and I. And that will have to be enough. |
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