They met on a swinger site online. He read her profile and it piqued his interest. He had a busy week and was ready for some down time. Nice, intelligent profile. Not more of the ridiculous 'let's have sex' two paragraph crap reads he'd been perusing for a couple of weeks now.
Ah, there was the profile saying the couple was online now!. He took a chance, and IM'd them. Turns out it was just her online. She seemed intelligent enough. As he talked with her online, he was aching to taste another woman. Such a variety! He was randy as his thoughts settled in that category - when it came to the scent and taste of women, no wonder men loved going down on them!
Apparently, she liked men with deep voices. Check. And she liked it when they took their time. Check. She liked oral sex. Check.Check.Check. Oh man, he needed sweet release. He needed to fuck and be fucked in return.
She was married, but her husband played too. He asked her if she'd had MFM before. Nope. This could be a lot of fun if they clicked. She viewed his private photos, said she liked what she saw. She opened hers for him. She was cute!
They chatted on the phone for a bit. She confirmed what he already knew. Not to be cocky but he did have that voice she was looking for. He liked to talk dirty in bed. Hoping they could meet soon. His mind began to wander after the refreshing banter and chat.
~Meeting her, having a glass of wine, or two. With her husband's permission, taking her by the hand, while he followed to watch. Low rock music playing in the background, candles in the master for a bit of ambiance. He could smell her scent wafting through the hall way, God she smelled so fantastic. Something about her smell aroused him, his cock swelling. Quickly.
Her husband took his glass of wine, and settled into a seat on one of the chairs in their master bedroom. He relaxed back, a look of contentment and pleasure on his face. I took my finger and lightly rubbed it down her arm, near her breast and softly asked "are you nervous?", "a little" she replied, her huge almond shaped eyes looking into mine.
I began my seduction. A true southern gentlemen, with desire tugging at my groin. Aching. I began to kiss her, then. Softly at first, getting a feel for her lips, the taste of her tongue softly exploring mine. She tasted good. She said in her profile she wanted sexual tension, I plan on providing this.
She had on a cute gray skirt, with a sexy brown sweater, a button down. Love those button downs - and a necklace dangling, tantalizing me, just above her cleavage. Tasteful, too. Not to much for show, just enough to invite me to stare longingly. I slowly ran my hands softly up and down her arms, while my kissing grew more demanding. Leaning into her hair, I whispered in her ear "he's watching me seduce you, its turning him on". She moaned.
Turning her around, leaning her back into my chest, I began a slow foray from her arms, to tease the curves of her breasts. She wanted to feel more, I could tell by the way she began arching back, against my body. My cock punched hard into my jeans. That ache, the pleasure of more to come was already driving me mad.
Slowly I kissed the nape of her neck, making deep moaning sounds when my cock hardened up and surged forward. I sat down on the bed, bringing her with me to sit on my lap, still facing away from me but right where her husband could enjoy a full show. My hand snaked up the side of her shirt, on the inside, feeling for her breasts. I had no idea their shape, consistency, what her nipples looked like, even if she liked them played with. I ventured forth slowly.
To my delight, I found her bra to be lacy, thin, discovered breasts that were supple and shapely. I knew she must be giving her husband hot smokey bedroom eyes. Hubby was breathing a bit heavily, and I could see tightness in his face. A nice sign of sexual tension. I found her nipples, another treat to find them a perfect, pea size, and I began unbuttoning her shirt, slowly, button by button for his viewing pleasure and my increasing desire.
I began playing with her nipples, and finally turned her to the side, so I could taste. Oh God, they were sweet. Beautiful breasts, and perfect pink nipples sitting on top of a tasty pink pad of flesh. I licked, flicked, tasted, and she began moaning in earnest now. I'd found one erogenous zone, I was certain. Glancing at her husband, he nodded, confirmation I'd hit nirvana. At least for now.
She began moving her hips, which increased the ache in my pants dying to spring out of its prison. I continued playing with those tasty nipples, sucking, eating, devouring. There was a slash of movement, and I saw that hubby was ready to jump in.