It all started with the ad I placed on the Internet Trading Post site:
Would you like someone to watch...M4MW β 43
Not Ken and Barbie, it doesn't matter to me. More like Shrek and Fiona. I could care less. Straight M seeks real couple to watch. Race, age, and size not important. Don't ask for my photo, I don't want yours. Don't want to exchange endless emails. Just want to watch as you do your thing. Can host or will come to you, your choice. Let's fulfill each others fantasies.
I didn't think that I would get any real responses, but I posted it anyway. Most of the responses came from Bots and with emails that wanted me to go to their website. Mostly as I had expected, but a couple days later there was one that actually seemed to be real. It was a simple email that read:
Regular folks that think it would be fun to have someone watch. No cameras, no touching, just watch us. It gave an address and said to be there Saturday at 10:00 PM. RSVP.
Jackpot, just what I had hoped for when I placed the ad. Without hesitation I responded and looked forward to my weekend adventure. I had no idea what I might wind up seeing, but I was hopeful that I would get to watch some full on sex.
Saturday night I drove to the address I was given, which was a house that looked like every other house in the neighborhood, typical subdivision of two story colonials, small yards, no fences. There was a minivan parked in the short driveway in front of the garage. I parked on the street, checked the house number to make certain I had the right place and waited a couple of minutes until it was right at 10.
I went up to the door and ran the bell. The door was opened by a guy who looked to be a little older than me, in his early 50's, I guessed wearing a thick white fleece robe like the ones they have in the fancy hotels. He had thick gray hair, about six foot and looked to be a bit overweight, but it was hard to tell because of the robe. There was an awkward moment of silence as he held the door open about a foot.
"I'm here to watch," I said to him, trying to help him out.
"Come on in," he opened the door and stepped back to allow me to enter. "No touching, no cameras, no talking, you just sit and watch, right? Or else we quit and you leave, understood?"
I nodded my agreement. The man closed the door and then turned and started up the stairs, "Follow me, there's a chair for you in the bedroom, sit there and watch. And no talking," he reiterated. I followed him up the stairs as he continued, "We started without you, so just sit and enjoy the show."