My husband and I have done the swinging scene over the years and I've enjoyed it, although he is really the instigator most of the time. He's always finding men for me in one of those throw away papers. You know the sort of thing, they're usually full of radical articles, columns, and letters and ads, and in the back are sex ads: "Couple would like to meet hot, hung male for......" and "Bi-girl wants to meet pretty woman, any age, for mutually satisfying sex." And so on. In our local paper there are several pages.
Gar presents an interesting ad to me from time to time. Most of them I reject, but once in a while there's something interesting and from time to time I have a new lover or we have a new playmate.
Recently he looked up from reading the ads and said:
"Here's an interesting one Charlie." And held out the paper for me to read.
Young man, 18, completely inexperienced with women or girls
would like to meet mature woman to show me what to do. I want
her to show me everything from kissing to sex. Like slender women.
Please send photo with reply. Please reply to PO Box etc........
I should explain that Charlie is short for Charlotte and Gar is short for garcon, which his French parents used to call him. I looked at the ad and wondered if I should answer it. As a rule I didn't like to have sex with younger men because they form an attachment and get jealous, and I didn't need that. The other thing is that they can be more active than I'm used to and can wear you out. But for some reason this one appealed to me.
The PO Box was in Portland, and we went up to Portland from time to time. I answered the ad in a tentative way and sent a photo of myself, rather a sexy one, but in underwear, not nude. I explained that we'd be in Portland in a couple of weeks and that maybe we could meet and see where it went.
There was a sort of down scale motel we stayed at sometimes, especially for meetings like this one. Judging by the girls we ran into there it was used by hookers. There was a bar near it where they had decent food, and maybe we could meet there.
His reply came quickly with a nice photo of a tall young man with blond hair. He looked rather athletic and his reply was encouraging. I was getting very interested, and thought this might be pretty exciting. One drawback was that Gar wanted to be there and while that usually wasn't a problem with experienced men it might scare off this boy.
I wrote again explaining the position with my husband and got an answer in a few days. He didn't mind Gar being there he said, as long as there was no man to man stuff, which he wasn't interested in, and as long as Gar was not directly involved when we were "making love".
It was all set up! Now I had to get myself ready. We were going up to Portland in a couple of days. Should I do my hair? I decided to just touch it up because, while older men seemed to like red, red hair younger guys liked a more muted affect. Underwear? Again, older guys liked garter belts, but thigh high stockings might be better for someone so young. Finally a black bra and panties. A black blouse and short (not mini) skirt topped it off. I tried it all on and liked the affect. In fact I looked pretty damned sexy.
We got up to Portland on Friday afternoon and I phoned Tom just to be sure. Yes, he'd be at the bar at six-thirty. I changed into my sexy stuff and when Gar saw it wanted to fuck me right then and there, but I held him off. I wanted to be perfect and that would mess me up, especially "down there".
When we walked into the bar Tom was waiting and looked even more athletic that his picture. After we introduced ourselves we talked, the guys mostly about football. We ordered beer and then some food – hamburger and fries for me, found a table and ate while the two men still talked animatedly about football.
I finished eating and was getting ready to leave and Gar said he'd give us an hour and then follow. As we went out the door Tom took my hand.
"You look lovelier than your picture." He whispered in my ear.
I smiled at him in the light from the bar windows, "It's all artificial. You'll see."
Neither one of us could wait to get to the motel. We hurried up the stairs and passed one of the "girls" in the hallway and said "Hello". I opened the door and immediately we were inside he kissed me and I could tell right away that he hadn't kissed many girls.
His kiss was gentle and soft. I returned a firm kiss with my lips slightly parted and pressed my tongue against his lips. His lips parted and soon we were holding each other and French kissing. He learned what I wanted quickly and as our tongue met and caressed each other I could feel his hardness swelling against my lower abdomen.
"Learning to kiss is important when you're dealing with girls." I said quietly. "Now touch my breast through my blouse, touch my nipple and squeeze it lightly."
We kissed some more as he fondled my tit. Nice, very nice, and getting me hot, very hot. I undid my blouse and bra.
"Kiss them "I told him. "Kiss my tits."
He obeyed and without being told took a nipple in his mouth. I held his head against my breast and quietly told him to suck. Oh lovely! We must have gone on like this for ten or fifteen minutes, kissing while he caressed my breast, then he sucked my nipple while I held his head against me.
"I love your breasts," he said when we paused for a breath. "I love their shape and the softness of them. And sucking your nipples is really hot."
"It's hot for me too." I told him. "You can bite gently too, just sort of nibble as you suck. Doing things to a woman's nipples and breasts can make her really hot."
