It was a horrible night, rain lashing against the windscreen as the wipers struggled to cope with the volume. I suddenly realised I was humming and the radio wasn't even on, I was definitely looking forward to this meet. I had posted an advert a few months ago specifically looking for submissive women after a long term relationship had ended badly. Being mid 40s I decided I wanted to have some fun before looking for anything more serious again.
I'd had a few meets and enjoyed them but nothing had really got me excited. The contact from Marjorie had intrigued me straight away, her profile pic was OK but nothing special. She stated her age at 56 but looked more like early 60s to me, maybe she just hadn't aged well. She had a large bosom, large ass and was obviously a bit overweight but she was very pretty. What made me sit up and notice was her sassy attitude and the type of meet she wanted.
From the very first email it was obvious she was quite bossy and she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted a 'real' man to spend hours making love to her because her weak husband was useless, apparently he had a premature ejaculation problem and she hadn't had a decent seeing to for decades. This in itself would probably be enough to get me to a meet but she also wanted her husband to be present and to watch a real man take her, for some reason that really got me excited. Before arranging a meet I did stress that I was dominant by nature and was looking for a submissive woman and she said she was fine with this, I was sceptical but looked forward to pushing her boundaries.
The rain had eased off a lot by the time I pulled up outside an ordinary semi-detached bungalow so I was hoping not to get too wet. I walked steadily to the front door while my heart raced inside my chest, this meet had definitely got me worked up. After pressing the door bell I only had to wait a few moments before the door opened.
"Hello Mark".
"Hello Marjorie".
"Do come in and please call me Marje". Marje had a wonderful smile on her face which was mirrored in her eyes and I reciprocated with a beaming smile of my own as I walked past her. She led me through to the living room where a tall, thin man stood awkwardly in the corner, he smiled briefly before looking down.
"Say hello Jim, where are your manners, this is Mark".
Jim mumbled "Hello Mark".
I strode purposefully across the room and stuck out my hand, "Pleased to meet you Jim", after shaking his limp hand I turned around.
"Do you want a drink?" Marje asked as she walked towards me.
"No thanks", again I took the initiative and strode back to meet her halfway. With my eyes locked on hers I brought my right hand up gently behind her head and leaned in for a kiss. I could see the surprise on her face but she was still smiling so I closed my eyes and let the passion take over. I have always been a good kisser with just the right amount of pressure, tongue movement and most importantly no drooling.
After a few moments of tender lip kissing I slightly increased the pressure and opened my mouth to gently start brushing my tongue across her lips. Again she reciprocated by opening her mouth and our tongues started playing. By this time my left hand had moved to her back and I pulled her closer while sliding it down to her lovely large bum. Her hands had taken similar positions on me with one gently cupped around my head and the other on my lower back.
I could feel my heart racing and I was actually starting to get hard. The bizarre surreality of the situation was a massive turn on. Here was a 60ish year old woman dressed in a very thick prim tweed skirt suit, a white lacy blouse buttoned all the way up to her neck, wearing pink fluffy slippers passionately kissing a complete stranger while her husband watched less than 5 paces away. I brought both hands down to her bum and started to subtly grind my pelvis while kneading her ass cheeks. We were both starting to get carried away with very passionate french kissing, heavy breathing and lots of body rubbing. I had heard the odd noise from Jim behind me when he coughed quite loudly and said "What about the neighbours?"
We slowly pulled apart and looked deeply into each others eyes, I chuckled and said "good point" since we were stood in the middle of the living room with the curtains wide open, anyone walking past would have a great view.
"Lets go to the bedroom" said Marje and led me by the hand down the hallway. Halfway along she suddenly stopped and loudly said "Come on Jim, you need to see this". She led me into the master bedroom which had a nice large king-size bed. The dΓ©cor was very old lady with floral duvet cover, white lacy pillow cases and doilies for the old fashioned bedside lamps. I wasn't bothered about the style but again it just reminded me of the bizarre situation.
We immediately started kissing and groping each other. I felt Jim squeeze past behind me and then close the curtains while I got to grips with Marje's impressive bosom. We eventually broke our embrace and looked each other in the eye while trying to get control of our breathing. Her chest was heaving and even with all the layers of clothing it was a sexy sight seeing her all worked up. I decided it was time to take control "take your clothes off".
She smiled, "turn the light off Jim".
"No" I said quite forcefully, "I want to see every curve" I said with a mischievous grin.
"But it's mostly flab and wrinkles" she said.
"I'm sure it's beautiful and I love real women with real curves". Her smile had disappeared and she looked quite nervous.
She removed the tweed suit jacket, I took it from her and passed it across to Jim, "hang these up Jim". He raised his eyebrows but complied without a murmur. Marje was undoing the blouse from the top with shaky hands, I was tempted to help but wanted her to do it herself. I looked directly at her and waited patiently while she undid all the buttons and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Again I took it from her and handed it to Jim who was also patiently waiting next to us.
Marje gave me a hesitant smile as she reached behind to unhook the huge industrial sized bra, the straps were at least an inch wide, I was really looking forward to seeing those tits. She slowly peeled the cups from her boobs revealing very large dark aereoles, they were flabby and drooping but extremely impressive and I was dying to start playing with her nipples, but I resisted. I especially liked the fact she handed me the massive bra rather than handing it directly to Jim even though she knew that's what I was going to do, it definitely increased my sense of domination over the pair of them.
I smiled and continued to stand patiently waiting while looking into her eyes. She had stopped and I think she was hoping for a kiss or a bit of a grope before undressing further. When I didn't make a move she reached behind to undo the heavy tweed skirt and let it fall to the floor. She bent over to pick the skirt up and my cock twitched as I saw her massive boobs hanging straight down. Again she handed me the skirt and I passed it on to Jim. She kicked the pink fluffy slippers into the corner of the room and then hooked her fingers into the waistband of her large silky knickers. Again I enjoyed the view as she pushed her knickers down and stepped out of them before handing them to me. I passed them to Jim without even looking at him and reached out to embrace her naked body.