They made contact first. I was simply going through ads and performing the PURE equivalent of swiping right on anything that sounded better than swiping right all night. It was Sunday evening so pickings were slim. It was her asking the questions.
"Are your pictures current?"
"They are."
"Can you send a confirmation?"
"I can."
And it remained that formal for the next 20 minutes, at which point she and her husband decided I might be fun to have over for a few hours. They picked me up at the edge of the park equidistant from both our houses. Apparently we were practically neighbors, which promised the possibility of some delicious awkwardness should our time together turn out unpleasant for anyone.
Conversation in the car was forgettable. He drove, she talked, and I was in the backseat, observing. Ground rules were simple. I fuck her. I eat out her pussy. No cum inside her. Anal only if we meet a 2nd time. He watches everything, touches nothing. I was already hard.
They walked me in to through the front door and he veered off into the kitchen to fetch two vodka & tonics. She stood in the living room, giving me the once over.
"You look hard."
"Should I not be?"
"I like it."
I looked her in the eyes, "Who gives a fuck what you like?"
She blushed and turned away to close all the shades in the living room. She was about 5'2, dark brown skin, a thick ass that I was already looking forward to fucking, should I be invited back. She'd sent me photos of herself in lingerie back on the app, but I was hoping for a more natural look under her jeans. Her breasts were C's and apparently quite sensitive.
He reentered the room with our drinks, placed them gently on the table at the center of the room, and took a seat on a recliner at the far end, giving me the rest of the room to play in. I took a sip of my drink and handed the other one over to her. The blinds were all closed.
"Take off your clothes," she said to me with the authority I assumed she used on her cuck husband.
"Nah," I responded, taking two steps towards her, "You take them off for me." I took a condom out of my shirt pocket and held out to her, "And slip that on for me after you're done sucking my cock."
Sure, she hesitated, but juices were flowing and like a good girl, she went with it and was on her knees, running her warm tongue down the length of my cock within moments. The husband was behind me, watching my ass gyrate ever so slightly as I worked my cock closer to the back of his wife's throat. The sounds of her gentle resistance as my thrusts became more forceful, my satisfied grunts, the condom crinkling in her little fist, and his measured breathing filled the room.
I walk across the living room to fetch my drink, now completely nude, my cock hard and covered in spit. The condom still in her hand.
"So I believe we talked about me eating your pussy out for a spell," I say to the wife while standing in front of the cuck, not breaking eye contact with him as I slowly jerk myself off.
"Yeah, that was part of the arrangement," she answers from behind me, presumably getting from her knees, her chest a sloppy mess from the throat fucking I surprised her with. 'Lets go to the bedroom for that."
"Lead the way."
We head up the stairs to the 2nd floor, her lovely thick ass in my face. The cuck follows quietly a few steps behind. The bedroom is spare, no personality. I suspect it's the guest room but don't care enough to ask.