The evening was a bit on the cool side, I thought, as I drove towards the pub where I would meet Marc and Bev. Sliding down the windows a bit, I let the cool air refresh me as I worked my way through the go-home traffic of Portland.
I was in town, on business, and on a whim, I had done some searching on a swinger's web-site that I used from time to time, looking for Portland ads. When we were married, my ex and I had used the site with great success over the course of a few years. It wasn't always the case, I'm sure, but we'd never had a bad encounter with people that we met on the site.
Marc and Bev's ad caught my attention, mostly because of the photo of Bev, but also because of the wording used in the ad. It stated their ages, etc., but it was well-written, indicating that this was a couple that one could talk with, after the sex was over; it's not always the case, conversational abilities seemingly becoming a lost art.
Their ad stated that they were a bi-sexual couple, looking for bi-friendly guys to join them in their bed. I suppose one could say that I was bi-friendly, having had bi-guys in bed with my ex and I, on occasion, and discovering that, in the throes of threesomes and group sex, I didn't object to having my cock sucked by another guy; I didn't object to sucking another guy's cock, either, I also found out, after that first time with my ex. I can still remember the look of glee in her eyes, that first time, as she watched me suck our sex-partner's dick, after he had fucked her. She loved it, and I found that it wasn't so bad, after all.
I answered Marc and Bev's ad, exchanged some emails and pics, and finally, talked with them both on the phone a couple of times before I flew into Portland for my business trip. They knew that my experience had been strictly oral with other guys, and they were good with that. The chemistry, over the phone at least, seemed to be good and we agreed to meet at the pub, a non-committal meeting for us both; it there were bad vibes and we decided not to jump into bed, it'd be okay, no harm, no foul.
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"So good to finally meet you," Bev had said, as we hugged each other in greeting.
They were already at the pub when I arrived, Marc spotting me first when I had walked in. He came up to me, introduced himself, a smile on his face, and a firm handshake, as well.
"Same here," I replied, my eyes quickly taking in Bev's shapely body and cute face. Marc was about my height, maybe an inch or two shorter, average-looking, but with a great smile.
I sat with them at their table, Bev sitting between Marc and me, her perfume wafting pleasantly in the air. Drinks were ordered, and talk started between the three of us, the conversation coming easily for us all.
As we talked, Bev had moved herself, slightly closer to me, Marc's eyes showing comfortability with that. While he watched, the conversation became mostly between Bev and me, low and intimate, her perfume kicking my horny-motor into high gear.
"Ray and I are going to dance, okay honey?" Bev said, matter-of-factly, grabbing my hand and leading me onto the floor.
Our arms fell into place effortlessly, as if we had danced many times before, her body meshing with mine as we moved to the slow, soulful tune that the band was playing. Pulling her tighter against my body, I leaned down and began nibbling on her ear, murmurs of contentment rising from Bev's throat as I did so. Lifting her head, as if inviting me to kiss her, I did just that, our tongues quickly finding each other's, flashes of heat and lust gripping the both of us. Glancing towards Marc, at our table, while his wife and I exchanged tongues-swipes, he was smiling at the two of us, his eyes showing pleasure at what he was seeing. Dropping her hand between our bodies, she gripped my erection through my pants and stroking it, murmured her approval while we held our kiss on the dance floor.
"Want to come back to the house with us?" she breathed, her voice soft and low, after we broke off our kiss, her hand still stroking my cock.
"I think that would be a wonderful idea," I answered, her hand making my decision a slam-dunk.
I walked her back to the table after the song stopped and excuse myself to go to the restroom, Marc and Bev falling into a quiet, private conversation. When I returned to the table, Bev was gone and March was waiting for me.
"Bev took our car, to go ahead of us, while we finish our drinks," he said, "and I'll ride with you, if that's okay."
"Sure, not a problem," I answered.
We took our time, easily conversing about this and that, conversation very easy between us. Draining the last of our drinks, he suggested that we head to their house, about a thirty minute drive, he said.
"You seem to have gotten Bev's motor humming," Marc said as I pulled out of the driveway into the pub, onto the boulevard, turning right as he had directed.
"And she, mine," I responded, looking over to the side, eyeing his response, "she's quite a looker," I ended.
"Yeah, she is, and a lot of fun, in bed and out," he commented, his hand slowly, but surely, rubbing on the swell under his pants.
Bowing to a sudden urge, I reached over with my hand and gripped his hardness and slowly stroked it as I drove, his hand removed now that mine was on his cock.
"That feels good, Ray," Marc said, slightly spreading his legs so that I could gripped him firmly as my hand moved up and down his hardness. Reaching over to my crotch with his own hand, we stroked each other, while I drove, both comfortable with what we were doing.
Darkness had enveloped the city now, and when his fingers unsnapped my belt and unzipped my fly, I concentrated on driving, though it was difficult. Pulling my cock from my fly, his hand stoked my shaft with a bit of earnestness now.
Giving me the next few turns in direction, he leaned over when I pulled off of the interstate to the exit he directed, and lowering his head to my cock, his mouth slid easily over my cock-head, his tongue playing around its rim.
Marc has sucked quite a few cocks, I thought to myself, as I drove and enjoyed the sucking he was giving me. Making the final turn onto his street, he lifted his head from my dick, tucked it back into my pants, saying, "I'll finish that later, Ray, after we've had some fun with Bev."
"Works for me," I said honestly, turning into his driveway as directed.
~
Entering their house, Bev greeted us from the den, which was just off of the kitchen and dining room. She was wearing a very see-through sleep-set, her trimmed bush, dark and visible through the sheerness of the panties; her top was also see-through, her firm breasts pushing against the thin material, a simple tie-knot at the bodice.
"There's my stud," she laughingly said as we entered the den, "I was beginning to wonder if I was going to get in some time with you guys."
"A little horny, are you, baby?" Marc answered in response, asking me afterwards what he could fix me to drink.
"I'll have what you'll have," I answered, my eyes drinking in Bev's sexy attire and all that was underneath.
"Well, that means, you'll have a bit of Bev after we've relaxed a bit, if that's alright with you."
"By all means," I cheerfully replied, as Bev walked up to me to take my hand and lead me back to the couch where she was sitting.
Bev sat me on the couch, planting herself up against me, nuzzling my ear and the side of my neck when she sat down. Turning my head towards her, I pulled her to my lips, her mouth opening to accept my tongue, hers sliding into my mouth as well, as our kiss got hot and lustful very quickly.
