Many posts on here relate to young bulls with 10" as thick as your wrist. They may well be true but my experience has been a little different.
Some time ago I received a message to my profile on another site. A couple wanted a much older guy to take the wife in front of the husband. Now, I don't know why they had that particular request. In retrospect I think that the husband may have thought it was safer. (They are not the only ones I have done this with a number of couples.)
Again, this wasn't a case of immediately meeting and resulting fireworks, it was much more of a slow nervous progression. I met the husband Paul in a coffee shop in a local town and we got on quite well. For me, it was important to put him at ease and find mutual subjects to laugh over. He produced a picture of his wife, and asked if it was still on. Again, it was important to me to know that the wife was a willing party and not under any duress to meet up. He said that she was and had anticipated the question - he rang her on his mobile. She sounded very nervous but happy to go ahead.
For those who like these details, both were in their early thirties. Kath was curvy or slightly overweight and self-conscious. Shoulder length mousey hair, large, but firm breasts with small areolas and nipples that went diamond hard when she was aroused. Paul had short brown hair, was a fit serving police officer.
Our first meeting was in a local Premier Inn. They were there first and gave me the room number. I walked in and they both welcomed me. After shaking hands Paul went and sat down on a desk chair. There was a nervous pause before I put my arms around Kath and started to kiss her. She responded surprisingly enthusiastically and my hands started to roam her short dress. We managed between us to get the dress over her head and I realized that she/they had really made an effort. She was wearing a frilly satin type half cup purple bra with matching panties and frilly topped black hold-ups.
Kath was obviously feeling very nervous and the tension was coming through. I complemented her lingerie and told her that she looked gorgeous. I kissed her again and undid her bra removing it very slowly and allowing my fingers to brush along the edges of her breasts. She had her eyes closed and I gently lowered her on to the bed and laid her down. She told me later that this surprised her as they had envisaged her on her knees much earlier in the proceedings. I lay alongside her, kissing her and playing gently with her breasts. I moved my mouth to her nipples, which is when I discovered their magical hardening properties. All the time saying appropriate words and making appreciative noises.
At no stage had either of us even looked at Paul. It was as I started to move down the bed, trailing my fingers and tongue that Kath looked over to the chair. Almost at the same time she held my head stopping me from descending any lower. When we spoke later, she said it wasn't related to her looking at Paul but an instinctive age-old reaction to someone going to her pussy. I waited a moment. It was one of those dangerous defining moments - of which there were quite a few - which was going to make or break the meeting. I felt her relax and continued south. Her pussy was trimmed but not shaved and I again made reassuring noises. Amongst the "Oh wows" I slid my forefinger along her outer lips. She was quite wet, not soaked but lubricated enough for me to slide the tip of my finger into her. I lowered my face and continued the stroking of her lips with my tongue. Her arousal picked up really quickly and it was obvious that she was a very orgasmic woman. Almost as I touched the side of her clit she started to buck and moan. She again put her hands on my head, but this time it was to keep me there. She just kept whispering "fuck, fuck, fuck" as she bucked against me.
