Our adventures get more interesting as the time goes by.
John was finding it difficult to find the time to meet and so we drifted apart and lost contact after a while. It didn't matter as I was keen to try something new and my husband knew that as well.
I still had Dick and his lovely big cock that made me feel so good. We looked on a few swingers sites but most of the people seemed a waste of time for one reason or another. We didn't want to pick just any person and we nearly gave up until my husband came across a guy that showed a full picture of him in the nude.
His cock wasn't erect but it looked as though it was a nice size and he had a pleasing smile. My only apprehension was his age. He was in his mid to late fifties and I wondered if we had come across the traditional 'dirty old man'?
Anyway we made contact and arranged to meet up for a drink. On the day that we arranged to meet my husband suggested that I meet with him alone and see what he was like. He would wait in the car and we would pretend that he had been called away unexpectedly and so I was on own.
All went to plan but I didn't hold out much hope as I had some concerns about the age difference and the type of person he was. We arrived at the pub where we had arranged to meet and we recognised each other right away. He was shorter than I had expected and a little on the stocky side.
We sat down and ordered a drink. The chat was relaxed and we soon got into conversation without feeling uncomfortable. He told me that he was single and he did have a relationship with a lady, it was purely a sexual thing when she was in the area. I explained that my husband was aware of everything I did and if he had a problem with that then he needed to say so.
Far from it he was happy with that and said he respected that and was not looking to get in the way of my relationship but rather to have fun with a person looking for the same.
We talked about a variety of things and although he seemed very nice I was not overly attracted to him. We chatted freely and then when we left I said that I would be in touch if I wanted to pursue the matter and he could let me know if he felt the same.
It was obvious on his face that he was keen and I think he thought that he had hit the jackpot with someone who was a great deal younger than him. We kissed and he gave me a little hug, which I responded to in a brief embrace. In that few seconds we embraced I felt the definite hardness of his cock push against me and I wondered how big it was.
My curiosity aroused me and I thought that it would be interesting to see what this man was really like despite his age. On the drive home we discussed how I felt and we decided that I would meet him again and if it didn't work out, then nothing lost.
We got home and I emailed him to let him know my decision. It didn't take long to get a reply confirming that he was very interested and so we arranged for me to go around one evening after work. I travel around with my work and so it was arranged for a evening when I was passing his place on the way back from a client.
As the days passed and the arranged day got closer, I thought more and more about what he may be like. I found myself looking at his photo and the cock that lay on his leg. I wondered what it would be like when it got hard. It looked a good size when it was soft. Would it get bigger? These thoughts stirred something inside me and I started to get a bit excited about the meeting although the age issue was still at the back of my mind.
Finally the day arrived and I set off to meet Dan at a pub close to where he worked. I had gone to a clients in a business suit with stay-up stockings and high heels. When I got to the pub car park I slipped off the bra and my knickers and was surprised to see how wet I was already. At the right angle you could see my breasts and the skirt to the suit was short enough to ride up and show my stocking tops. I felt a real show-off as I walked across the car park and entered the pub.
Dan was there and got up to meet me. I felt that all the yes in the place were on me and probably wondering who this girl was with this old man? A brief peck on the cheek and he asked me what I wanted to drink. With the drinks ordered he turned his full attention to me and said that I looked very nice. I was non-chalant about what I was wearing passing it off as what I had to wear for work.
Whilst enjoying our drink I took the opportunity to flirt a little. I touched his arm when telling him something and left my hand there a little longer than was necessary. I brushed my leg against his leg under the table and saw him stiffen just a little. I then got myself in a position where I placed my hand on his thigh as I leaned forward to whisper something to him. I left my hand there even when I stopped whispering.
It didn't take long for his hand to move down and rest itself on my leg. When I didn't move it started it's journey upwards. I opened my legs a little to let him know that I was happy for him to continue and as he started to delve between my legs I moved my hand towards his crotch.
He arrived at his destination first and ran his finger across the top of my pussy sending a shiver through me. I reached the bulge in his trousers and could feel that he was already hard. What I could feel was certainly of a good size and I leaned forward and whispered that I thought we should go. Without hesitation he agreed and we got up to leave. I noticed that he took care to adjust himself before standing, which was a good job as if he hadn't I think the whole pub would have known how he felt at that moment.
As we crossed the car park I could feel the wetness of my pussy being spread around between my legs with every step. He only lived down the road so we were there in seconds and no sooner were we through the front door than he took me in his arms and kissed me. I could feel the hardness pressing against me and grew more curious about what this cock would be like. I had the picture in my head of him and was wondering what I was about to discover.
Dan undid my jacket and ran his hands over my breasts, my nipples were hard and must have felt like bullets in his hands. I pulled him into me so that I could feel his hardness against me and every so slightly moved myself from side to side. He groaned and finally broke free and said, "I think we should go upstairs".
I didn't say a thing but let him lead me into the bedroom where he sat on the edge of the bed and started to kiss me all over my breasts and tummy. My jacket fell to the floor and then his hands moved under my skirt and he clasped the cheeks of my bottom and drew me closer to him. I had been holding his head and enjoying the attention to my body but now moved around to unclip my skirt and unzip it so that it could fall free.