Note: This serves as a sequel to "You Deserve This Orgasm", as Part 3; though this works just fine as a stand-alone story.
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"Hi there! My wife and I just wanted to say we saw your ad, and man, you sound amazing. I love what you said about touch and lovemaking and curiosity about cock! We're swingers: we express love for each other by exploring others' bodies together. Emma loves having sex with women and wants a lot more of that. Tom loves the occasional dick and Emma loves to suck me while someone else is taking her from behind. Actually we love a lot of things, and we're open to whatever will make you feel good! You could either meet Tom alone first or we could all be together and see what happens.
"If you'd like that, we could meet in a coffee shop and get acquainted first, see if we hit it off."
I was stunned, I didn't know what to say. I had merely put myself out there as a horny thirty-something who wanted to discover penis, and here was - gosh look at the pictures - here was a cute couple who saw my picture and wanted to play together. It sounded like the least 'me' thing there could be (I was a hopeless-romantic demisexual straight man, very-much not polyamorous, whose sexuality came out of romantic attachment except for occasional urges to taste penis). And yet, they seemed lovely, his penis looked magnificent (if a little big) and soft, her bum made me want to kiss the cheeks along the crack (something I'd only ever done with the last woman I'd loved), and they both looked so snugglable. I didn't even know a man could look snugglable.
I didn't respond for a while. It was a little too much. Either I would feel weird about the woman (because I didn't want to become romantically entangled) or I would feel weird about the woman (because I wanted to become romantically entagled). I wanted to fall in love with a woman, some time in the future after I had immersed myself in these new cock-worshipping feelings for a while and - get it out of my system, was that my goal? Was it my goal to drink cum until I didn't want it anymore? I don't even know. It was just that one time in recent history.
And then I was at Starbucks wearing a conspicuous it's-the-guy-from-the-Internet hat and yeesh what am I doing...
This must be how Josh felt, the man I had touched in my home, the young man I had invited over to strip and lick: vulnerable, nervous, excited, unsure, and conspicuously aroused.
And then they were both there, looking at each other and then at me, already with practiced disarming mechanisms. Our drinks were still being steamed and already they had found casual ways to bring up sexual interests, as seamlessly as a stealthy bra-unclasping. I felt like they had unclasped the bra of my awkwardness. But they were lovely about it, repeating words like Consent and Okay and Try and Boundaries, and we had a conversation about what I was all about and who had what restrictions. Finally they asked me what I'd like to do at the outset. While my first instinct was to get Tom alone and try his penis out (I needed a larger sample size of experimentation, I didn't even know if I was really into sex with guys) I said something completely different.
"Okay. If I'm throwing things out there, Emma, I think you're wonderful, and Tom's pictures looked really great, and if it's alright, I'd love to give both of you orgasms with my mouth." I managed to get that sentence out, but I had to pause to see if anyone around me had noticed those huge things I had just said. I had just said I wanted to give two people an orgasm. But no one around us took notice, they had far more boring things to talk about. I looked back and they were both grinning thankfully at me.
"That sounds amazing!" said the short, strong-looking woman to my left. "What would you like done to you?" I said I didn't have a script but that I loved oral sex, as it felt intimate and giving; and that I was extremely tactile and loved being touched and touched slowly.
There was a long talk about consent and about safety, as should be, and then we read each other and felt good about each other. We met once more and then the third time we met at their house. The conversation was so comfortable and playful that we first let hours slip by in happy conversation, and, seamlessly, decided we were ready to take off our clothes. And I was naked in front of two naked people. Which was weird. It was weird enough that my excitement wasn't enough to make me erect as yet (though enough to produce precum, revealing hours of thinking sexually about them).
Emma smiled at me and her left hand touched my shoulder. "Okay here's my touch. Is this okay?" She was not talking about my shoulder; her right hand was very gently touching my penis and scrotum. My eyes became enchanted and that inner passion awoke within me. My gaze became slightly more intense and Emma met the gaze benevolently. Equally soft fingers, albeit longer, joined the first set and Tom was touching me. I started touching both their tummies, affectionately, creeping my suddenly familiar hands along their midriffs, meeting Emma's surprisingly large breast experimentally, slipping down to meet and caress Tom's seriously-long erection with its big bushel of fuzz.
Tom and Emma slowly came together and kissed each other, swooning as they continued to touch my growing erection. Emma came to me and smooched my cheek in three places, my neck in two.
And then they were kneeling. Both of them.
