Thanks to Brim_0261 for doing an edit on this
Jeff Story 2
A little about us. I'm John, my wife is Debbie. We started having MFM threesomes in our late twenties. We put that on hold for about fifteen years due to raising our three sons and just life in general. As our sons got older and two had moved out, we sold our home, bought property, and built her dream home.
It was during this time that I asked her to start playing again as I loved to see her with another guy. Plus, the internet had made a few advances—no more dial-up. I found some chat rooms to meet in and we played with a couple of guys, but all of them had much smaller cocks than mine. It was at this point I realized my almost nine-inch cock was above average. That led us to interracial porn.
After quite a few encounters with black men, she was hooked. We had a regular guy that would visit about once a month. We all got along great. One of the big turn-ons for me was when they went to the bedroom without me. I would go to my office and wait for them to finish. He would always tell me when he was done and leaving. I would rejoin Debbie in the bedroom and get my fresh creampie and sloppy seconds. Sadly, this ended when he moved away.
After that, one of our sons and two grandkids moved in with us so playing at home was very limited and rare. To solve the issue, I suggested a few hotel hookups on long weekends to the beach. It just wasn't the same, and she was not fond of one-time hookups.
I also noticed with our last regular guy, the more they fucked, the better the sex between them. Practice makes perfect! So, I thought we should find a guy with his own place, and then he could have us over for some regular BBC. Believe it or not, that's not as easy as it sounds. We did find two guys that we tried out. Deb was not impressed with the first one's living location, and the second one had just divorced his wife. He tried to bring in another woman for the date and Deb said no. So, the search was on again, but this time we had more knowledge of what we were seeking.
We had been searching for another regular for some time when we found Jeff. He was mature like us and had just purchased a new home not far from us. It took a while before we could get together just for a meet and greet, but he and Debbie seemed to get along fine.
After a few months of text messaging between the two and some other issues, they had their first date. Debbie dressed in a skirt and blouse that looked great on her and left to meet him at a bar in a hotel between our home and his.
When she arrived at the hotel, she went straight to the bar where he was sitting on a stool. He stood up and greeted her with a light kiss on the lips, pulled out a stool, and asked her what she wanted to drink. She ordered her usual, a margarita with salt, and they chatted for a bit as they savored the drinks. He asked her if she wanted another, and she said yes. When the bartender brought the drinks over, Jeff requested the check.
During their second round, the discussion topics were more sexual and soon Jeff was rubbing her thigh, slowly pushing up her skirt so he could feel her stocking-covered thigh. They looked at each other and shared another brief kiss. Deb then placed her hand on his crotch and felt his hardening cock. He smiled at her and suggested they finish their drinks and head to his home. With money on the bar for the bill and tip, they finished their drinks and he escorted her to her car.
As they arrived at her car, Jeff turned to face her and went for another kiss. This time, it wasn't just a quick kiss but a tongue-searching full-on kiss that lasted a few minutes.
Deb broke the kiss. "Shall I follow you?"
Jeff pointed to his car. "Please do."
After arriving at his home, Deb grabbed a bag from her car and followed Jeff into the house.
As soon as he closed the front door, Jeff pulled her in for another deep kiss, running his hands over her butt and tits.
Deb wanted to slow things down just a bit and broke the kiss saying, "I know this is such a woman thing, but your home is beautiful. Do you mind if I ask for a tour? And can I put this bag somewhere?"
"Sure, come this way." He showed her the house and talked about all the details of designing and decorating the place. He saved the master bedroom for last. "Why don't you just put your bag in here?"
"Ok, sounds good," and she placed her bag on the bed.
"Would you care for another drink?"
"Sure. Do you mind if I change into something else in here while you do that?"
"Not at all." Jeff headed back to the living room to make another drink for both of them.
Ten minutes later, she emerged wearing a teddy and what I call her slut makeup: lots of eyeshadow and some stripper-type perfume. Jeff was sitting in a chair with his shirt off and stood up when she entered the room.
"Wow! You look good enough to eat!"
