I had just tasted a mans hot cum for the first time, I lay next to him and I knew it had changed everything. It had been over twenty years, most of it married life, that I had refused to let myself believe the obvious.
When I first discovered the Internet it had opened up a beautiful feeling of passion, sensuality and lust. That in turn opened the door for the best sex I had ever experienced. Real sex with a real guy. Okay, I only licked and sucked on his lovely cock until I got my reward, but it was my teenage fantasies come true, and a lot more.
On the internet I was the typical submissive cyber slut, my target was always dominant gay men. I also realised that this was closer to the true me than anything I had experienced before. I built a relationship with Steve, a kind and generous guy, and that is how I ended up lying next to him in his bed.
I was in a trance when I sucked his beautiful cock and this was enhanced by his fingers penetrating me, gentle well lubed fingers that knew exactly what they had been doing. Now , I lay by his side and he told me in great detail how wonderful a hot cock felt as it slipped up a tight but well lubed arse. He told me how he would guide it to the g-spot and make me feel intense heat and spasms of energy and they would build to an uncontrollable orgasm.
I was never absolutely sure how I would react to anal sex, until now. I knew I desperately wanted him, and I wanted him now. I made the mistake of telling him.
“No, not now.” He said “ Be back here 5 pm Saturday, if you are good, and you can tempt me, perhaps I may teach you how to take me”
It was only Monday. Saturday was an age away. I begged but I knew he would not change his mind and when I left that evening the only thing on my mind was coming back Saturday.
Work dragged on through the week, every time I tried to concentrate my mind drifted to Steve and his wonderful cock. I went over his words in my mind. I had to be “good” and “tempt him”. I logged into the internet at every opportunity, hoping to see his name so I could make sure I would do everything as he wanted. No sign of Steve.
Then Friday evening when I logged in at home, there was an email . Short and to the point.
“Five, my house, black panties.”
This had introduced another facet that I had not anticipated. He had never mentioned anything like that in all the times we cybered. I did not know what to make of it but knew I had to get exactly what he asked for.
I had already primed the way by telling my wife I had to working the weekend and as I might be late I would stay in a hotel. Luckily this was not unusual, but I had to leave early Saturday morning to make it convincing. It was at least ninety miles to Steve’s house, I would have plenty of time even though I had some shopping to do on the way.
Steve lived in large city, so there were plenty of stores to choose from. I chose a small lingerie shop and sheepishly pretended I was buying for my wife. I did not really know what he would like. I stayed fairly conservative and left with some high leg black panties with classy lace panels down each side of the front, gift wrapped in a silver and white box.
I really had booked into a hotel, and soon after lunch I was sitting in the bar loading myself with Dutch courage. Just after 2 pm I went up to my room and placed the box on the bed and had a long hot bath. I soaked for a long time, adding hot water occasionally. I made sure there was not a single hair between my cheeks, I knew he liked it that way. It was very sexy preparing myself for him and I could think of nothing else so it was inevitable that my hand found my hard wet cock. I slowly eased my foreskin down, it slid easily and smoothly, I was soaked in precum. I watched as my cock throbbed as my hand stroked faster and faster. It soon shot a string of cum into the water, too soon really, but it felt good.
I scrubbed all over again, dried and then lay on the bed, wrapped in a towel, that silver and white box in hand. Should I take the panties in the box or should I be wearing them? I pondered, trying to think of all those cyber conversations, looking for clues. There were no clues, but I decided that I should take a risk and wear them. Sliding into those black panties was very strange, but again I enjoyed it as I felt I was preparing myself for him.
Soon after 4:30 pm I drove out of the hotel, wearing black jeans, dark blue shirt and one hell of a secret underneath. I was too early arriving so I parked down the road. At 5 pm precisely I rang his doorbell.
