The story about how I came to know the Corbett's seemed to be a little weird, at least at first. I was 38, and had been divorced for three years. I wasn't dating anyone special, meaning I wasn't getting laid on a regular basis either. Meeting nice ladies seemed to be tough, especially when I worked over 60 hours a week. I tried various ways of, um, working out my frustration, from X-rated movies to outrageously expensive skin magazines. One of my more recent hobbies was to post personal ads at various sites on the Internet in hopes that I could meet a decent woman, or at the very least find a little no-strings-attached sex. My ads were quite simple.
"Intelligent, attractive late-30's white male searching for a stimulating relationship with healthy well-adjusted female with sense of humor. I'm tall, in reasonably good shape, have light brown hair and brown eyes. I enjoy cooking and hate cats. A love of uninhibited sex is a plus." I didn't think it was a bad ad, but I got almost zero response. Most replies I got were links to sites where you could pay to look at lousy pornographic pictures, or where you could shell out $4.99 per minute to have phone sex with "a teenage slut."
That's why I was totally fucking surprised when I read the email message from a lady named Jessica Corbett who said she was responding to my ad. This definitely wasn't the kind of thing I was expecting to see. She wrote, "We're Jessica and Matt Corbett. We're happily married, in our mid-30's, and are exploring the possibility of fulfilling one of our long time fantasies. I (Jessica) have fantasized for years about having sex with two men, one of them being my hubby, Matt. He is willing to give it a try if we can find the right man to join us.
Matt is straight and wants to keep it that way. You're probably wondering why I'm writing to you about this. We didn't want to talk to anyone who made a regular habit of ....fucking strange couples :-) We were looking for somebody who sounded normal but who might be interested in something different. How does helping to fulfill a really nice couples' most erotic fantasy sound? We also happen to be good looking, clean, and very very sexual. If you're interested in talking further about this, please let us know and we'll be happy to discuss the possibility. - Jessica and Matt"
My first reaction was to blow the message off and ignore it, but I didn't delete it right away. It sat there in my inbox and I found myself reading it every time I saw it when I was checking my email. I liked how open they sounded, and I was impressed at their attempt to screen out "undesirable" men by choosing apparently unlikely candidates. But even more than that, after I thought about it for awhile, I started finding the whole idea really kind of appealing. After all, I was a red-blooded American male with a perfectly healthy sex drive, thank you very much. I also liked the voyeuristic aspect of it. And, the possibility of actually being able to help make someone's fantasy into reality was actually quite a turn on. The more I thought about it the sexier the idea became.
Six days after the message from Jessica and Matt appeared in my inbox, I replied with the following note. "My name is Tim. I must say your message about your search for the right man to help fulfill your fantasy is more than a little interesting. I like your honesty. Let's discuss it some more."
After that, a long period of email exchanges began. Some were just getting acquainted kind of stuff, but after awhile they became more intimate. After about a month, we sent pictures of ourselves to each other. I was even more curious about these people (ok, especially Jessica) when I got the picture of them. Wow!! Jessica was even hotter than I had imagined. Her description of herself in her notes told me that she was about 5'5", medium framed, busty, with long reddish-brown hair and blue eyes. Her picture showed me what her descriptions couldn't. Jessica had lovely full lips and a mischievous smile, a curvy, feminine shape which she dressed to accentuate perfectly, and an expression of smoldering sensuality. Matt wasn't a bad looking guy. He was about my size, on the tall side, with dark brown hair and intelligent blue eyes. In the picture Matt was looking at Jessica. You could just tell by his dreamy expression that he was crazy about her.
Our notes to each other talked about everything from our daily lives to our philosophies of life and love. They told me they'd been married for nine years and had no kids. Jessica was a well established stock broker, and Matt was an high demand mechanic who specialized in restoring antique cars. They both seemed really nice and kind of average. I guess that's why I was so surprised about how they talked about sex. They weren't the least bit afraid to tell me any details I wanted to know. Their priority in this matter seemed to be the pure physical thrill of it as well as it being a memorable, one-of-a-kind experience for everyone.
The more I talked to them, the more I seemed to like everything I knew about them. And the more I liked them, the more arousing the idea of a hot bedroom session with them became. And that arousal turned into glowing hot excitement when I got the Corbett's note saying that they were ready to meet in person. I was peculiarly touched when they told me that I would be the first guy they'd actually felt comfortable enough to meet.
We made plans to meet the following Friday night at a nice local restaurant/bar. I spent the next four days constantly thinking about the upcoming meeting. I alternated between fantasizing about how hot I thought this could be, and wondering about how bad I was afraid it could be. I was a little anxious but totally excited about the prospects. I masturbated more than once with Jessica on my mind. On Friday evening, I left home badly wanting things to go well.
When I arrived at Carlito's, as requested I went into the bar section of the place. I saw them already sitting in a large booth along the back wall. As I walked up to the table, I could see that they were holding hands, and both of them were smiling. I reached out and shook Matt's hand first, then Jessica's, introducing myself. They invited me to sit, and my heart rate sped up a little when they both scooted over, making room for me next to Jessica. It didn't escape my attention that we'd just met and already she was positioned in the center between the two guys.
We made small talk as I ordered my drink, and I tried not to be too obvious as I checked the two of them out. I thought both of them were even better looking than they were in their picture. Jessica was nothing short of stunning. She was wearing a thin maroon v-neck sweater that buttoned down the front and hugged her shapely full breasts. The sweater was paired with a black knit skirt that fell just above her knees. Her long reddish brown hair was nearly waist-length and was hanging free. I had a momentary fantasy vision of having a grip on her thick, luxurious hair, using it to pull her forward as she sucked my cock. I recovered quickly and gave her my friendliest smile. She smiled easily in return but seemed to be a little nervous.
Matt was dressed much like I was in light colored blue jeans and a navy blue sweater. He seemed somewhat more relaxed than Jessica, and he was almost constantly touching her as if to reassure and soothe her. I liked them both almost immediately. She was sexy and a little shy, and he was nice enough and obviously in love with her. We each finished off a drink while talking about trivial things, laughing at each other's jokes, and just becoming familiar with each other.
We ordered another round of drinks and Matt suggested that we all play a game of pool. We had fun shooting around and continued to get more and more comfortable with each other. At one point, Matt and I were standing alone while Jessica went around the table to make a shot. He quietly asked me if I thought I wanted to go through with this. I told him I did, and he nodded, smiling. Both of us turned to watch Jessica take her shot, and she did it with such feminine grace that we were both momentarily breathless. She bent over toward us, lining up her shot, and just before she hit the ball, she looked up and flashed each of us a sizzling hot smile. Her look melted me where I stood.
When we all went back to the table and sat down, we again sat with Jessica in the middle, only this time we were much closer. My leg was pressed up against one of hers on one side, and Matt's was on the other. All of her apprehension now seemed to be gone. She leaned over and whispered something to Matt, and I saw him nod his head. Jessica turned to me and looked into my eyes, then she gently kissed my lips. Her lips felt so soft and sweet, and I was disappointed when she pulled away.
