After my indiscretion with Bob that Oktoberfest weekend, Jim and I's sexual activity increased considerably, mostly if the truth be told, because of my initiating 'fooling around'.
There was no doubt about it anymore, at least for me, that the night with Bob had reawakened a part of me that wouldn't go back to sleep. One evening, after Jim and I had finished a very delightful 69 session, I lay with my head on his thigh, enjoying the cleaning I was doing of Jim's cock after he had climaxed.
He had gotten me off, as well, to be sure; few men I've ever been with can eat pussy like Jim. I always told him that in a previous life, he had to have been a lesbian; we always laughed at that analogy. But, the truth was, that my body craved a bit more, craved a long and serious fucking and somehow, Jim knew that; Jim always knows.
So it was in that moment that Jim asked me if I'd like to go out of town the next weekend, to a larger city, a major Midwestern Iconic city, and perhaps, if I'd like, go trolling for a younger stud for an evening of fun and games. I said that as good as that sounds, it'd be a stretch to think I could walk into any bar or club and walk out with young studs sniffing at my heels.
He disagreed but understood my trepidation at the 'trolling' thing and offered up an alternative. He then suggested that, if I was in agreement, we'd do a bit of looking on a swinger's site that we had used in the past, when we were active in the lifestyle. There's always ads of singles looking to hook up with a couple and such. I thought about it for a bit as my tongue finished licking his cock, then holding his cock in my hand, I lifted my head, looked at him and said that I wouldn't be opposed to 'just looking' at the site along with him.
As I was falling asleep that evening, in Jim's arms, I remember thinking that if we found an ideal candidate for fun and games, that I hoped it would live up to my current fantasies that were running through my mind.
It did.
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A quick note to all of you singles guys out there who advertise on swinger sites and the like; posting pictures of just your cock is not a turn-on, despite what you might think. People, women like me, want to see the face, the eyes, the smile, that's what will normally attract attention, not an image of your hard-on.
Just my own opinion.
Jim and I were looking through the site one night after we had had that conversation, quickly discarding those without facial pics, and there were a lot of those. Narrowing it down to four or five that had good facial photos, we ended up sending off an email to only two of them, choosing those whose written ad indicated that they had a modicum of intelligence, if the written word can be used as a yardstick.
Both responded the next day, and I wrote back this time, since I was the one who was the 'target' for a playmate; and yes, the fact that they answered our response to their ad, knowing that I was fifty-something, turned me on, it turned me on, a lot.
Jim was out of town that evening and I was at the computer when I had received an IM message; it was from one of the guys that we had contacted.
We, Greg and I, began a live IM session with very normal, non-sexual, electronic conversation. Slowly, our messages became a bit more sexual in nature, though not pornographic, if you know what I mean.
Greg gave me a site to go to where we could have a live session, both of us able to use our web-cams to stream video of us both as we 'chatted'. Asking him to give me a moment, I told him I'd join him on the site after I fixed myself a drink.
Now, for you doubters out there, I assure you had Jim been in town, I would have still had this interaction with Greg on the computer. I am, and always have been, able to separate lust and love; that's of paramount importance if one chooses to participate in the swinging lifestyle. Those that can't, usually wind up in horrible personal situations. Jim and I have been very fortunate that we've been able to avoid that.
I did fix myself a drink, but I also 'freshened' up a bit, combing the hair, checking the makeup, though I use hardly any cosmetics beyond lip gloss and a little blush, but still.
Logging into the site, Greg and I were connected in a few seconds, and when his live-video appeared, I was somewhat shocked that he looked as young as he did. His pics that accompanied his ad showed him to be a bit older-looking than what I was now seeing.
He, on the other hand, greeted me with a 'Wow', and he commented on my attractiveness; and yes, that pleased me greatly, though I tried hard to cover my little bit of thrill that he thought of me as so.
I had changed tops to one that allowed what little bit of cleavage I have from my B-cup breasts to show, to my advantage, obviously.
