The ad had been simple enough, "couple looking for mr right". I replied thinking that there was probably a rat's ass chance that anything would come out of it, but ya' know, nothing ventured, nothing gained. They would probably recieve a thousand responses and it had already been up for almost an entire day by the time I saw it, so I imagined they most likely had selected some lucky dude already. But I took a few minutes and crafted a response that was a paragraph and a half giving my basics and trying hard to sound sincere, not just a crazy horndog looking for the first available piece of ass that came along. To my surprise it worked. Later that evening I received a response that told me a little more about them and what they were interested in as well as asked for more detail about me.
I got back to them, sent along a photo, then was rewarded almost immediately with one of the two of them. They were pleasant, normal looking people, not traffic stoppers either of them, but certainly attractive enough that the concept of getting initimate with them had me hard in no time at all. His name was Phil and he and I made plans to meet for a cup of coffee the next morning around ten.
We selected a Starbucks that was about five minutes from my place and ten minutes from theirs. At the appointed time I found him waiting for me at a table. After grabbing a cuppa, I introduced myself and sat down. Following some small talk I got to the point and asked why they had decided to consider me.
"Well, you're right. We got a lot of responses to the ad, but most of them were kinda disgusting and we could tell from some of the others that they weren't what we were looking for. We've never done anything like this before, so we need to take it slowly with someone we feel we can be comfortable with. Your e-mail was articulate and Chrissy liked your photo too."
"Well, I'm flattered."
"To tell the truth, we're not exactly certain how to proceed from here. She's not totally comfortable with the idea of just jumping into bed with someone else."
I thought about it for a bit, then offered a suggestion. "How about meeting for a drink out somewhere to all get to know each other a little better?"
"That's fine, but I still don't think she'd be into having sex after that."
"What about if I just watch?"
Phil gave me a puzzled look, so I proceeded to explain to him about a pair I had seen a couple times. They would make out, then undress and copulate while I watched. At some point I would also strip down and masturbate. The woman would watch me and as soon as I ejaculated, she would come like a freight train.
He liked the sound of that scenario. "But lets skip the drinks. Let me see when I could line something up for you to come to our place. I'll check with her first, but I believe I could get her buy-in on this."
We switched topics and finished our coffees before heading out. It was several days before I heard from Phil again.
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"Hey, whatcha' upta' this afternoon?"
"Nothing that I couldn't cancel."
"C'mon over. We're both horny as all hell right now and she's ready to put on a show for you."
I was out the door and in my car in about thirty seconds. Within ten minutes I was pulling into the driveway of a white split level house in a suburb that bordered on one of the flashier sections of town. Phil greeted me at the door and no sooner had I set foot inside than Chris appeared. She was much cuter than her photo had indicated. Her dirty blonde tresses were several inches longer and highlighted with lighter streaks. She looked a little anxious, but still smiled warmly. Her attire was simple, faded jeans and a yellow tank top. Contrasting bright pink bra straps peeked out at her shoulders and she was barefoot.
Chris offered me a cold beer and after the three of us clinked bottles, she disappeared. Phil gave me a sly grin.
"I don't think I've ever seen her so horny. I presented your idea with regard to watching us and initially she was kinda lukewarm about it, but little by little she has warmed up, to the point where an hour ago she pretty much demanded I call and request your presense."
I sucked on my beer as Phil continued. "She loves to fuck, but lately it's taken a bit to get her motor going. This is the first time in months that she has actually initiated anything."
A minute later Chris reappeared. Gone were the jeans and top, replaced by a short slik robe, tied at the waist by a sash. After sidling over to Phil, she took his hand and led him from the living room then up the half flight of stairs. I followed along and we ended up in what was obviously a master bedroom with king size bed, a couple dressers, and a single chair. The curtains were drawn closed, blocking out the bright afternoon sun, but resulting in a warm glow in the room.
Glancing over at me, she undid the sash and I watched intently as Phil slipped the robe off her shoulders, giving me the first view of her naked body. Her breasts were small but well defined orbs with pale pink nipples that initially lay flat against their aureoles but grew fat and firm as Phill played with them. He held her tightly and kissed her, running his hands down her back to grasp her asscheeks. She ground her body against his and moaned softly.
Phil peeled off first his T shirt, then his jeans and finally his briefs. A moderately sized cock sprang free and was immediately in Chris's hand. She stroked it and fondled his balls as he continued to pinch and play with her nipples. Their tongues wandered in and out of each others' mouths and I could hear their breathing become more rushed and insistent.
Chris slid slowly down the front of Phill until her face was even with his waist, then she went lower and in the process opened her mouth. I watched as first the head and then the shaft of his cock disappeared into it. She sucked away, the vacuum in her mouth creating hollows in her cheeks before she began a slow, sensual up and down as she fondled his balls.
By this point I had also stripped and sitting down in the chair, began stoking my own rigid shaft, keeping time with the bobbing of Chris's head. I spit on my hand to simulate the moistness of her mouth. Eventually it seemed as though Phil was about to cum, but Chris halted then moved to the bed where she lay back with her legs dangling over the edge and spread them, displaying a thatch of brown curls as well as glistening pink vulvae that were begging for attention.
Phil proceeded to do exactly that, kneeling on the floor and burrying his face in her snatch. He was very demonstrative, making sounds and shaking his head back and forth as he pleasured Chris. She could no longer see me so I rose and stood at the foot of the mattress where she could easily keep an eye on me while I masturbated. Her eyes locked on mine and soon she groaned in ecstasy as she climaxed with Phil's face buried between her legs.
After she had quieted some, Phil climbed onto the bed, pushing her backwad while climbing atop and between her legs. Guiding his tool with one hand, he inserted it between her pink pussylips, shoving it all the way in, then driving it in and out with great vigor. I continued to stand at the foot of the bed where they both could clearly see. Chris's breasts jiggled away as Phil fucked her, pounding away for twenty minutes or so. She made little animal like noises, cumming at least once before he finally did, blasting his wad deep inside her.
They lay there for several minutes as they caught their breath, then Phil looked at me. I'd stopped stroking myself, but my pole was still rigid, the tip of it glistening with pre-cum. Chris looked at me as well.
Phil broke the silence. "Why don't you give poor Dave a hand with that thing?"
Chris rose and after a quick trip to the bathroom came back with a handtowel in her left hand. With her right, she grasped my penis and slowly worked it up and down. Her fingers around my shaft felt incredible. They were soft and delicate yet firm and purposeful. She pumped away with her hand just as she had done with her mouth on Phil until I came, then deftly slipped the towel into position just as I gushed a big stream of gooey white ejaculate. She continued to work away at it until every last drop had been spent and I was reduced to a puddle of overstimulation.
