Since I was in my late 20s, I've placed ads to find couples looking for a third male who can service the wife while the husband watches. I've been doing this for a long time now, and I've been surprised how much demand there is for a polite, courteous, and well hung stranger to perk up marriages.
Now I'm in my early 60s, and as I've aged, I've kept up with exercise to keep things looking the way they should on my six foot plus frame, now with distinguished looking grey hair at the temples.
The key to success is not the physical attributes alone. No, it's the feeling of mutual respect and trust so that the couple can relax and enjoy the situation. A sense of humor is very important, but the lure that gets them to respond to my ad is the prospect of her experiencing a very large male cock. And the hubbies that I help don't have the thick eleven inches that I bring to the wife. That's what is on their minds, but the experience can be a downer unless the lucky invited male guest is inventive and nice.
Kindness and wit also lead to valuable referrals, and I've been very lucky to not have to rely on cold ads too much in recent years since the couples who I've serviced have spread the word to others. It's the gift that keeps on giving.
Most recently I had a bit of an unusual encounter with a first time couple. They were in their last 40s, I'd say, and she was a raven haired beauty of average height with small breasts and slim waist. Both were originally from India but had been raised here locally.
They were more adventurous that I thought they'd be for first timers. Her husband told me that she was the instigator to make contact with me, but that she was nervous and sort of shy. He and I went back and forth a good bit before we came up with a plan.
I asked him if she'd consider some mild restraint. I've met couples like this before where the wife is compliant but just can't bring herself to voluntarily undress in front of her husband and another man, much less the main event that follows. To my surprise, he told me that was another fantasy they sometimes share. He told me that when they make love, he has whispered to her his fantasies like, "What if you were tied and couldn't resist me, and I fucked you all night like this?" At those times, he told me that she just about went wild with passion. So I told him to run the idea by her.
Sure enough, he said that might do the trick. He couldn't guarantee anything, and I told him that was fine because I'm happy to invest my time even if the outcome is not ideal. Still, it's part of a process that I enjoy.
In fact, I've been thinking about this a bit lately. In truth, there's something just a bit boring and predictable about meeting couples so often and going through many of the same motions. But, the part that never ceases to hold my interest is the wife's reactions. The situation is what makes it so fun, not just the physical performance. If the couple is caught up in the drama of the scene, that's what keeps me coming back.
As an aside, we guys have to be a bit careful how much we rub the ole Aladdin's Lamp, so to speak. It can get raw and sore, and that puts you out of action while it recovers. Every so often, I take a break to be sore the old equipment is tuned up and ready for action. Lately, as I get older, I've been using oil and creams to keep it soft and pliable, especially the glans area and under my cockhead. I've even started to use creams on my ballsack, and I think that over the past year that I've done this they hang lower by about an extra inch or two. Since the visual is so important to a first-time couple, it doesn't hurt to have those balls swinging a little lower.
Anyway, Jun and Anil met me at a restaurant for a neutral ground visit. It's always best to meet "off site" to give the couple a chance to change their minds. And it's very important to let the wife feel that she's in control. If she's not comfortable, then no one will be happy. We talked and became comfortable before I asked them, "So you think you'd enjoy a third partner?" "Tell me what you were looking for."
Jun knew that Anil and I had talked and made some arrangements. But I wanted to see if she would tell me your thoughts. She said, "Well, I don't exactly know. We have talked about this for some years but never took a step until Anil showed me your ad."
I continued, "And what did you like about my ad?" I wanted her to say, in front of her husband, that she wanted to see and feel a large cock.
"Well, you know, your had nice things to say about yourself and about your experience."
"Yes," I said, "and what else?"
"Anil said you were friendly and nice on the phone."
"Yes, anything else?"
She knew where I was heading, and I was enjoying putting her on the spot. Her husband just watched and seemed glad to have me press her about her feelings.
Jun added, "Of course, we wanted only to meet someone who was easy to be with," she paused, "and who met our qualifications."
"Qualifications?" I said.
By now Jun was blushing. She whispered something to her husband then she whispered to me across the table, "Your cock is enormous."
I smiled, "Yes, it is, and if you and your husband will permit me, I will soon put it into your pussy."
Both Jun and Anil exhaled hard when they heard me say that. I knew that the evening was iffy and that Jun might exercise her option to back out. But I also knew that Anil had coached her and got her to this point. Jun and Anil looked to be on the edge of panic. I was delighted.
I excused myself to use the powder room and to let them talk in private. When I returned Jun was not there. Anil met me at our table and explained that things had gone well, then he gave me their home address. He asked me to give them about half an hour before I showed up.
Anil met me at the door. He took me upstairs to their bedroom, and as we walked up the stairs, he called out, "Honey, the man who's going to fuck you is here." I could hear her gasp. At the doorway, I saw her on the bed in her bra and panties with her arms and legs spread and tied with silk scarves to the corners of the bed. Her face was red and she was breathing hard.
I played along, "Is this the wife you wanted fucked?" I asked her husband. He said, "Yes, it's all been arranged." Jun was writhing and tugging against the restraints. Her breathing was fast and her color was deepening, even against her lovely natural dark skin.
"Is she secure?" I asked. And with that, I walked around the bed and tested each of the ties by holding her feet and hands and moving them slightly. "Sometimes when we start the penetration they try to get away." When I said this, she groaned and panted more, and even her husband looked weak.
"Anil, why don't you undress for us?" I asked. Immediately he stripped down to his boxers, then dropped his drawers to let his wife see that he was hard as a rock, all four inches were like a perfectly erect and pointing straight at her.
I moved and stood next to Anil as I too undressed. I stopped at my briefs, sort of a pouch with just barely enough room to hold the parts of my package. By now I had been hard and soft and leaky so that the pouch was distended and bulged outward.
I was not sure, not exactly, what role Anil wanted to play in the fucking of his wife, so I tested him a bit by asking, "Anil, why don't you show your wife what will be fucking her soon?"
I nodded to him to use his hands to expose my cock and balls. As it turned out, he was eager to participate. He kneeled down, pinched the elastic at the top of my briefs, and slowly peeled me. Jun stared as the first inches of cock shaft came into her view. Anil took his time. Then three, four, five inches were exposed, pointing straight down with still a lot more to go.
Anil had to readjust his grip to keep the show going. Seven, eight inches were in view. My balls were swinging free now. "It's OK, Anil, you can touch it," I told him.
With that, her husband reached into the pouch and grasped my shaft and pulled it out all the way. The pucker of foreskin had receded exposing the purple knob of my cockhead. He let go his grasp and they both gazed at my cock as it arched out and drooped slightly. All eleven inches were on display, and I was already oozing cum.
Jun's eyes were wide, and she glanced from my cock to her husband's and back. The look in her eyes was a little terrified, so I tried to reassure her, "Don't worry, you'll enjoy this greatly. You were made to have large cocks penetrate you, and Anil and I will be patient to be sure you get all of it you can."
Poor Anil seemed so puny by comparison, and this is the point that a bull cock enjoys so much. Everything is more intense if a husband is present and willingly eager to see you work magic on his wife. My hat's off to husbands like Anil.
