The desire to experience sex with another man was overwhelming. It is something I have only tried four times and none of them were really satisfactory. All had been in seedy motels and each lasted no more than a half hour. Only one involved my being fucked and I enjoyed that immensely as I did when I blew the others and swallowed their cum. I love the taste of my own and the feel of another's cock in my hands and mouth were amazing. However, I want something long and slow.
When I mentioned these needs and dreams to you, my best friend Amy, you smiled somewhat enigmatically and were very understanding of my frustrations. That seemed to end the conversation.
Let me tell you a bit about Amy. At 53, she is 8 years my junior; she is a slender brunette with brown eyes and all natural 40B breasts. More than a champagne glass but a beautiful sight to see in a one of her tight tees without a bra! We have been best friends for years but although I have almost lusted after you, I have never wanted to jeopardize our friendship by taking a chance.
My birthday was only two weeks away and you promised me a big surprise – no matter how much I begged for details and tickled you to get them, you remained firm (as did your nipples as we wrestled on the carpet). Lord, what a temptation! All you would tell me was that I was to join you and your latest boyfriend – I hated him already - for dinner at the swankiest restaurant in town (located in the best hotel in the city) at 6:00 pm on the day of my birthday. Since the big day fell on Friday, I figured the least I could do was get plastered even though I am not a big drinker since I could sleep it off for 2 days before going back to work.
On Friday, since we were dining posh, I went home and showered and put on my best suit, a new shirt and tie and polished my loafers. Since I expected you would be dressed to the extreme, I was quite looking forward to the evening even if I was the third wheel on your date. I left for the restaurant and was greeted in the hotel lobby by you informing me that David was running a little late so we would have a drink in the bar.
You looked fabulous! You were wearing (well, almost wearing) a virtually sheer white dress with thin shoulder straps and a plunging neckline almost to your naval (no bra of course). The wide cleavage was barely containing your 40B's and each time you moved, one could see your turgid nipples peeking out.
As I placed my hand on your back to guide you towards the bar, I felt bare skin; looking down, I saw the backless dress almost dipping to the top of your bum's crack! Most of the material fell below the waist but then only to about 4 " above the knees. Wearing no hose, your feet were encased in strapped 4" spike sandals. I know you are my best friend but at that moment I was almost tempted to run to the hotel desk, rent a suite and ravage you in the elevator on the way to our floor!
We walked through the busy bar to a booth at the back; a sudden silence settled as every set of eyes (male and female) was drawn to the breathtaking beauty on my arm. As we settled in the cloth seats of the nook, you slid cross to let me in and the skirt – such as it was – rose almost to your waist displaying the tiniest and sheerest thong I think I have ever seen. Your shaven pussy lips were visible through the transparent material, made more so by the fact that you was dripping cum at the excitement of drawing so much attention.
As our drinks were ordered and delivered by an ogling waiter, you nudged me on the arm and whispered, "At the door; there's David"
I turned to look and was greeted by the sight of this beautiful tall man about my age with silver hair and a closely trimmed grey beard. Much like me, he was slim of build and was wearing a distinguished charcoal grey suit. I stood up to greet your new love and introduced myself. After he kissed you lightly on your luscious pink lips, he spoke.
"Amy has told me a great deal about you and your friendship over the years. I feel like we have much in common and will be very close friends"
I wonder just how much you told him about me but just then the maitre d' came to get us for our dinner reservation and we spent a very pleasant three hours over a wonderful meal, two bottles of excellent wine and after dinner drinks. The time had come for my birthday surprise; you were the bearer of the surprising news.
"Bob, you have shared so much of yourself with me and I consider that a wonderful gift. Your birthday gift from me to you is to live out that dream. A suite of rooms has been reserved for the weekend upstairs in the hotel and the three of us are spending from now until Sunday night together!"
My mouth must have hung open since you leaned over and, placing your hand under my chin, closed it and planted a warm loving and gentle kiss on my lips. You leaned in to whisper in my ear, "David is bi as well, my darling friend, and he wants to make love with you as much as I do. I want to watch you making love to another man; I have been so turned on by your story that I have had to masturbate myself to sleep every night since you told me!"
I looked over at David and he smiled as he reached over to squeeze my hand. Calling the waiter for our tab, David paid (leaving a handsome tip) and we left the dining room to cross the lobby for the elevators. I felt like everyone in the lobby was watching we three handsome people (two tall men with a barely dressed woman between them as we entered the empty car. As soon as the car doors slid shut and you pushed the button for the 15th floor, you and David moved towards me and you both exchanged kisses, first with each other and then, to my surprise and delight, with me!
David's lips felt so light and soft on mine – not at all what I would have expected. As the car continued its uninterrupted climb upward, David drew me into his arms and, running his hands through my hair, pulled me close into another more passionate kiss as you ran her hands between us to stroke the growing bulges in our crotches. I was growing to the point of opening my mouth to a deeper kiss when the doors slid quietly open to an elderly couple waiting for the elevator. We parted, grinning, as we exited the car and watching their shocked expressions as the door closed, we all burst out laughing. What a great way to break the ice!