I was more than a bit nervous. I always am when meeting new people, especially couples, because there is so much more potential for things to go wrong, but they'd seemed nice enough on line and on the phone. So I drove, checking the map at stop signs, and eventually looking for a parking spot, and trying not to let the nerves get to me.
As he'd warned me, parking was at a premium near their house. Of course, being this close to the beach, that was pretty much a given, but that's one of many reasons I try to live further inland. But the houses and apartments looked mostly clean and well maintained, and few of the cars were beaters, so at least some of my apprehension about what might happen there faded. The one time I'd had problems with vandals while at a party in L.A. had left me very nervous, but I had to admit that this didn't look like a dangerous neighborhood.
"Calm down" I told myself as I locked the car door. "This is going to be fun, and nothing to worry about!"
When I reached their door, I had to wipe my palms on my slacks before I knocked, but I knocked, and the door was opened almost immediately. I recognized him by his profile picture, and the house, though small (and still bigger than my tiny apartment) was clean and airy.
"Come on in" he said, and introduced himself. I shook his hand, and followed him to the living room, which was comfortable, with large sliding glass doors leading to their yard on one side, and a small, efficient kitchen on the other. "What's in the bag?"
When we'd set this up, he'd asked me to bring some porn tapes - bisexual ones if possible - and I'd grabbed three from my collection, hoping they wouldn't be too awful. I've noticed that bi porn tends to be the worst genre, with the 'actors' being generally pretty awful, with (usually) one gay guy, one nervous guy, and one uninterested woman faking a series of contortions and positions, but every few years I try to find some that's better. I handed him the bag, and he shuffled through the tapes, and put one in the VCR, then moved toward the kitchen.
"Care for a glass of wine?" he asked, opening a bottle of red.
"It couldn't hurt."
He poured the wine, and we went to the sofa, which was about 6 feet long, and comfortable, with a blanket folded up on one arm. Soon he switched on the TV and VCR, and we sat and talked about work for a few minutes until his wife came out of the back room, wearing a light silk robe. She was much prettier than her picture, and I hoped I'd be allowed to see under the robe before the night was over. We stood and made introductions, an after she got a glass of wine for herself (and topped his up), we all three sat on the sofa, with him on my right, and her on my left, and made small talk for a while.
"What's this movie?" she finally asked, and I glanced up to see a guy on the TV sitting on a sofa with a pretty blonde kneeling between his legs, sucking him off, whilea guy stood next to the sofa, getting his cock sucked by the first guy. "It looks pretty hot!"
"It's one he brought" he said, indicating me, and the three of us watched the tape for a while, making snarky comments about the production qualities of the movie, and more intimate comments about the actors, and their technique. Within a short time, he had his cock out and was stroking it slowly, and she'd allowed her robe to slip a bit, revealing lacy lingerie beneath, and I quickly followed suit, unzipping, and pulling out my already hardening member, and pulling off my t-shirt.
After a few moments of all three of us rubbing various parts of ourselves, she leaned into me, and a I turned and kissed her lightly, and at the same time, he leaned over and began to lick and suck at my cock. I had my left arm around her, and my right on his shoulder, and it didn't take long for me to slip my left hand down and begin to tweak and twiddle her nipples, which were already standing up.
