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.
Steve answered the door with a smile and a glass in his hand, he asked me in. I could hear voices and he ushered me out to his deck and I was bit taken back to see a group of four men lounging around drinks in hand.
“This is Mark, my friend I told you about.” Steve announced.
I was dumbfounded, and rather glad I was not holding the silver and white box. Steve just seemed oblivious as he poured me a glass of wine.
“You did not bring a bottle, Mark?” he said looking me straight in the eye. “Well you can make up for it by waiting on us”
I knew he could see my mind rushing and panicking, but after a short pause, he smiled and said
“Just joking, this lucky group are off to catch a flight to the Caribbean.”
It turned out that they would be leaving within the hour, it seemed like eternity. Steve knew exactly what he was doing. He returned from waving off his guests and said he was going up for a shower, he suggested I clean up the glasses while I wait.
I dutifully collected up al the glasses and I was tidying up the deck when Steve returned wearing a white towelling dressing gown.
