Some time ago I was in Spain on my own and had a bit of freedom to play around. The local English language newspaper has a couple of pages of what they call "Adult Relaxation" and I saw this.
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English couple active fifties. Relaxed fun for that unfulfilled fantasy. Singles or couples welcome. Lovely private apartment near Calahonda. Telephone (Mobile number)
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When I phoned about the advert the guy answered. I discovered later that his name was Peter. He wanted to know about me, how old I was, what I looked like, whether I was cut or uncut and so on. Then he asked what I would like to do. I explained that I would like to watch him and his wife having sex and then perhaps lick her pussy afterwards. He asked if I wanted to fuck her too and I said that I would like that too, if she was willing. He said that they would decide about that when I arrived. He didn't think that me watching them would be a problem, in fact they would enjoy having an audience. He said that either his wife, or himself would be prepared to play with my cock and even suck me if I wanted that. I said that I did.
I eventually found their place. All the places in and around that area are very confusing. You have to get off the main road at just the right turn off and then it is a bit of a maze. They buzzed me in and I went up the stairs. Peter met me at the door and did a double take when he saw that I was wearing a kilt.
"Wait till you see this!" he called to his wife, whose name was Brenda.
The apartment was quite spacious and I was shown into the main room. Brenda said, "Ooooh, this could be interesting," when she saw my kilt. I took a soft drink since I had to drive home but they already had drinks in their hands. I got the impression that they had been drinking well before I got there.
Brenda asked me to sit opposite her. I wonder why? She was quite a small woman, looking well into her fifties and a bit wrinkled with the sun but with twinkling eyes and a lively manner. She was wearing a longish skirt covering her knees. Peter was also a bit wrinkled but he too had a lively manner. He was about the same height as me but a bit heavier.
Brenda told me how she loved seeing men in their kilts. She had heard that no underpants were worn with a kilt and wondered if that was really true. I told her that some men wore pants but the traditional kilt was worn without them. She asked if my kilt was one of the traditional ones. I told her that she would have to find that out for herself!
She asked me to come over and stand beside her which I did. She put her hand up the front of my kilt and I could feel it running up my thighs. Her hand was warm and it felt exciting. I could feel my penis beginning to fill. Then she touched it, feeling both cock and balls. I had shaved just before I went out so it was all nice and smooth.
"You are traditional and it's quite big," she remarked. Then she lifted the front of my kilt right up to expose me fully. "See this, Peter!" she said.
I looked across to see how Peter was reacting and he was already rubbing his crotch through his track suit bottoms! Peter asked if I still wanted to watch him and Brenda making love and I said yes.