Caring For His Most Precious Thing

As a single male, the profile I posted on the Swingers website would normally garner maybe one or two replies a month. Single males are very plentiful and while I wasn't Quasimodo, there were certainly younger, fitter, more attractive and more well-endowed guys for couples to choose from. It really didn't bother me at all -- when a reply came in I pursued it. If it went somewhere great, if it didn't, it didn't. So when the reply I got a few weeks ago came in, I was interested -- intrigued even -- but I took it with a large grain of salt.

The message was from a guy in his early 70's saying he was looking for a lover for his younger wife. Seems he is unable to perform sexually any longer and he wanted to find a lover for her. Now THIS was different! I checked out their profile -- they seemed legit. Pics were tasteful and true. He looked noticeably older than her -- she looked extremely attractive.

So...I replied. And after a few "get to know you a bit" emails, we decided to get together for the all important "meet and greet."

They chose a restaurant in their area. I got delayed on my way and did the respectful thing and sent them a quick note to say I was on the way but going to be a bit late. When I got there, I recognized them right away and went to their table. He stood up and shook my hand. I liked him right away. Even in his 70's this was a proud man. Tall, slim, standing erect. Clear, intense eyes, confident and in control of himself. The kind of guy that, in his day, would snap your spine with his hands and break your will with his intellect and even now would give anyone all they could handle. I could tell that this was a difficult thing for him to be considering, but he had my total admiration and respect for the fact that he recognized that, whatever his difficulty was, he was unable to meet the needs of his lady and he wasn't going to let his pride and ego get in the way of his love and respect for his wife's needs. Great guy -- no, check that -- great man.

She..simply put...was a vision. A trophy wife? Well, by the physical definition, maybe. Noticeably younger? Yes. Beautiful? -- oh fuck yeah. Well turned-out and looked after? Definitely. But, that's where the similarity ended. This was no dyed-blonde, vapid, shallow piece of arm candy that so many men parade around. This was a smart, fierce, independent woman who was completely engaged in her husband's life. I could tell right away that this was no cupcake. Her hand-shake was strong, she looked me in the eye and gave me a "if you think you're just getting a piece of ass from me, you are sadly mistaken" vibe. She was amazing. My favorite kind of woman.

We had a great lunch where I found out about their life together. He was a retired businessman -- had his hand in several things and eventually sold them all off, made himself a lot of money and retired. Living the dream. They had multiple homes and lived wherever the weather and circumstances made sense. One thing I did find odd was that at no time did we ever speak of actually getting together to play. This was a departure from other meet and greets I had had and while it didn't bother me, it made me wonder if I had made a bad impression and wasn't being considered. They did tell me at the end of our lunch that they were considering other "candidates" and once they had a chance to meet with all of them, they would let me know either way. I left thinking it could go either way, but, being totally honest with myself, I doubted I would ever hear from them again.

I was wrong.

As I always do after an important meeting, I send a follow-up note -- this was no exception. Sometimes I struggle with sincerity because I really didn't enjoy the meeting but, in this case, I had no issues at all. I truly did enjoy meeting them. Even if it never went beyond that first meeting, I told them that I admired their partnership and that it was very obvious they were a strong, stable unit, still very much in love -- just the kind of people I enjoy playing with. As an aside I mentioned to him that I recognized and appreciated how difficult this must be and that if I'm given the opportunity become his wife's lover, I will treat her and their union with total and utter respect -- his most precious thing would be safe in my hands. I also said specifically to her that I knew that she was conflicted about this whole thing and assured her that I would be a complete gentleman and treat her like the beautiful, independent woman that she is. I thanked them both for their time and hit send.

While I didn't obsess about the whole thing, I'd be lying if I didn't think about it -- a LOT. It took a bit of time -- two full weeks - before I got a reply. They had done their due diligence, interviewed all of their potential candidates and.. chosen me! While they didn't come right out and say it, reading between the lines gave me the impression that the majority of the others came across too aggressively and not respectful enough of the bond and partnership this great couple enjoyed. I knew from the first meeting that I was simply providing a service that they needed. I wasn't saving them or replacing him -- in every way but one, they gave each other everything they needed in their relationship -- I was providing the one thing he no longer could.

In advance of getting together, I was asked to get tested for STI's -- standard practice and one that I was happy to provide and then, armed with my "bareback permission paperwork" I arrived at their beautiful home a little over an hour from where I lived. Dave met me at the door and welcomed me warmly. He seemed completely at ease with the situation but asked me to come to his study to talk while Rebecca was getting ready.

"I have to tell you," he began, "I'm completely on board with this whole arrangement and Rebecca is as well, but she still is having a bit of a hard time. I've told her over and over that I want this for her, but a part of her still believes that she is being unfaithful to me."

I replied, "I understand. It has to be an odd position for both of you. I want you to know that I'm totally aware of that and I'm perfectly fine taking things at your guy's pace -- including having nothing happen today if Rebecca or you for any reason get uncomfortable."

"Thanks for that, it's one of the main reasons we chose you. We both had a very good comfort level with you. We agreed that of all the guys that we met with, you would be the one that would let this whole arrangement happen naturally."

"That, and the fact that he's very handsome and a complete gentleman helped too!"

Surprised, Dave and I both looked to the doorway to see Rebecca entering the room. She was, as before, stunning. A flowy, print dress that wasn't painted on, but was just snug enough to show off her alluring curves, with a plunging neckline that showed off just enough of her décolletage that made you yearn for more. Perfect.

I approached her and stepped in for an affection, close, but not too close hug, with a quick peck on the cheek -- she smelled wonderful -- and I told her just that.

"Thank you, kind sir -- you smell very good yourself."

Little did she know I spent a very long time in the shower today, getting every single nook and cranny cleaned up. I filed my nails, trimmed whatever wild body hair I could reach and made sure my oral hygiene was totally on point. To top it off a small bit of cologne and I was about the closest to the best version of myself as I could get.

The three of us retired to their living room where I sat on a sofa and was pleasantly surprised when Rebecca joined me there -- not very close mind you, but at least not on the other side of the room. Dave sat in a armchair opposite and we chatted very amiably. I looked around the beautifully appointed room. Nothing was overdone, but you could tell that the furnishings were not purchased at a basic chain store -- this was all up-market, top-of-the-line stuff. I also made note of the fact that the entire house was wired for sound and that there was pleasant music being piped into every room.

While the chatting was nice, and while I'm a gentleman, I'm also a "man" and I was sitting very close to a beautiful woman that I had come to make love to. I sensed that she wanted to but didn't know exactly how to initiate things. I also had a feeling that this was new territory for her. She was a smart, fiercely independent woman, used to getting what she wanted, but this was different. This was getting something very intimate that wasn't with her husband, despite his approval.

I decided I needed to gently nudge things along

A nice, slow song started playing and I stood, extended my hand to Rebecca and said, "may I have the pleasure of this dance?" An immediate blush followed a dazzling smile and affirmative nod. She took my hand and despite wanting desperately to latch onto that stunning butt of hers, I held her like any gentleman would. We danced closely, but not too closely -- it was just two people enjoying each other's company. As we slowly turned, I stole quick glances at Dave to see if he was still ok with this -- his manner totally suggested that.

Thankfully one slow song led to another and I could feel Rebecca relax more and more as we both started to tentatively explore each other's body. I didn't crassly grab her ass but moved my hand sensually up and down her back, slowly pulling her in closer to me, but not forcing it. She then surprised me by moving in very closely and whispering into my ear, "Thank you for this, I was so afraid you would just try to drag me into the bedroom straightaway".

"And miss out on all this delicious anticipation? No way," I replied. "Besides, I am totally enjoying this and really loving your perfume." As I said this, I moved my head to the side of her neck and inhaled her wonderful aroma and took a chance and place a very light kiss at the side of her neck.

"Mmmmm, that feels very nice," she breathed. And with that, she moved in very tightly to me and moved her hand down to my ass! I was long since raging hard but had resisted getting to close to her because I didn't want her to think I was some oversexed freak, but neither of us could deny that building desire between the two of us. So when I moved my hand down to cup her ass and pull her even tighter to me, her head pulled back and she looked me right in the eye.

"Oh my, did I do that?"

"Jesus woman, of course you did!"

She reached between us and grabbed onto my cock. I couldn't resist any longer and leaned in to kiss her. She returned it with a barely held in check desire.

"Wait right here -- do NOT move!" was her command -- I was confused but complied.

She disentangled from our dance, walked over to Dave and extended her hand. He rose and hand in hand they disappeared. A few minutes later she came back into the room, smiling and confident and took my hand.

"Come with me."

I was so much in heat at this point I would have crawled across a mile of broken beer bottles for her and I gladly took her hand. We mounted the stairs and eventually entered their master bedroom. Dave was there, sitting in a comfortable chair, his eyes aflame. Our eyes met and a brief nod and smile were all I needed to know that it was ok with him. I wrapped Rebecca in my arms with her back to me. I ravished her neck and throat with kisses and I caressed her body outside of her clothes. She reached between us and again, grabbed my cock. Her desire was rising.

"Jim, please, it's been so long, don't make we wait any longer." As soon as she said it, she immediately stiffened and looked over at Dave, afraid that her words would have hurt him. He simply smiled and said, "My love, please, don't worry about me...enjoy yourself."

With that, she turned in my arms to look at me and never breaking eye contact, sunk to her knees in the plush thick carpet. She dragged down my zipper and pulled out my cock. By the strictest definition, I don't qualify as a stud. That is, I'm not some horse-cocked Adonis. But this afternoon, in this room, with this woman, I was the man! My average length, fairly girthy cock was what the woman wanted, and I was only too happy to give it to her.

In a flash the sensuous mouth with those beautiful pouty lips was wrapped around my cock -- she was almost cock starved. Bobbing on my cock like a woman possessed. And she was gooooood! Taking me deep, then licking just the head, even fishing my balls out of my pants to give them some much needed attention.

Eventually the realization came however, that I was there to service her -- not the other way around. I reluctantly pulled her up and gazed into her lust-addled eyes and told her, "You are amazing, but I'm here for your benefit -- it's time I got to work!"

I reached behind her and slid the zipper of her dress down -- she shrugged if off her shoulders and it pooled at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and so I picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her gently down and crawled up beside her. I gazed at her tits in her lacy bra -- spectacular. Now it was my turn to have lust-addled eyes. I feasted on her form and told her how beautiful she was. She then reached behind her back to release those incredible breasts. I surveyed her body -- it was stunning. Simply put -- she was a woman. Soft, curvy, smelling wonderful. I feasted on her breasts forever. Her nipples were small, pink, rock hard and tasted incredible.

At this point I had to see the rest of her, so I got off the best and removed the rest of my clothes. My cock could have cut glass. As I was shucking my clothes, I stole a glance at Dave. There was no sign of hesitation or upset in his eyes -- just the opposite actually -- so I knew it was all systems go. Once I was naked, I knelt on the end of the bed, reached up her body and slowly peeled down her lace panties. What was revealed to me was heaven. A clean-shaven beautiful pussy that begged to be eaten -- but I had other plans first.

My experience has taught me that every woman has a "spot". That place on her body that she won't tell you about -- you have to find it. It's not one of the obvious spots like breasts or pussy -- it's just a place on her body that she loves to have her lover find. On some women, it's the neck, others, it's behind the knees or the earlobe. I pride myself on finding that "spot" with every new lover I have.

When a man finds that spot, he's given a unique reward. Most men work for the moan or groan...those are great and enjoyable, but they are usually voluntary. They are a verbal encouragement, saying to you, "I like that, keep going!" What I long for is something more subtle and, in many ways, more rewarding.

Once we were both naked, I joined her on the bed, crawled on top of her and started hunting for the "spot." I was in no hurry -- just like the journey is as important as the destination, the hunt for the "spot" is as important as finding it. I sucked her earlobes, lavished a lot of attention on her neck and throat and of course her tits. She was writhing on the bed, grabbing for me, moaning uncontrollably and I hadn't even gone near her pussy yet. I worked my way down her body -- stuck my tongue in her navel -- nope, hips, nope...back of her knees, no. She was making me work for it!

The cool thing, though, about the "spot" is that when you find it, she can't disguise the fact that you hit the jackpot.

Found it! And got my reward.

I wouldn't say I have a foot fetish, but I do love women's feet and love nothing more than kissing a licking well looked-after toes. When I took one of her toes into my mouth and gently sucked on it, there it was. That soft, involuntary gasp, that sucking in of breath that signalled that I had found it. I looked at her and her eyes were wide open staring in amazement at me. She then, gave me this shit-eating grin, completely relaxed into the bed and looked over at Dave and said, "Baby...thank you so much for this...he's doing it just like you did!"

I licked and sucked her toes while she writhed on the bed, moaning encouragement, gasping, arching her back -- she was in heaven and we both knew it. After a while I decided that I needed to taste that delicious looking pussy and slid between her legs to do just that.

She was having none of it.

As my face descended to that perfect pussy I so wanted to devour it was met by a pair of soft, feminine but very strong hands pulling me away. She turned my face to look at her and it was in that moment that I knew I was with a woman that knew what she wanted and was going to get it.

"I have waited long enough. You are a wonderful and attentive lover and I appreciate that you want to give me that kind of pleasure, but right now, I need your cock inside me!" I smiled and said, "What the lady wants, the lady gets!" I made one last concession to my host and looked over at Dave and silently cocked my eyebrow at him when our eyes met.

"Damn it man, quit worrying about me -- fuck her!"

I didn't need to be told twice. (Well, actually I did, but I wasn't going to need to be told again).

I crawled between her legs and couldn't help myself -- I knelt down and took one swipe of my tongue up her slit -- she was soaking wet and the entire room smelled of her desire. She raised her spread legs while I knelt between them and I teased her vulva with my turgid cock. She was panting with desire and I wasn't about to tease her any longer. I slid the head of my cock into her and stopped. Not because I was trying to tease her, but because I was afraid if I went in any further I was going to blow my load right there and then. I don't pretend to have hundreds of notches on my belt, but I've done ok over the years and have rarely if ever felt a pussy so warm and smooth as this one. She enveloped my cock like a velvet vise -- it felt like she had a tongue in there caressing my cock the minute I entered her. Now it was my turn to pant like a cat in heat. I looked at her incredulous and she just smiled at me. This wasn't the first time she'd had a reaction like this. I heard a chuckle from across the room and looked over a Dave. He just smiled at me and said, "Believe me my friend, I know what you're feeling. Enjoy."

I stayed still long enough for the initial wave of "Let me out" in my nuts subsided. I pride myself on my stamina -- it was something that I highlighted on my "resume" with the two of them. I would have looked pretty silly losing my shit before I even was fully inside her! Once I felt I was back under control I leaned forward and slowly sunk my length into her. I went very, very slowly, eyes closed, concentrating on ever millimetre of pleasure this pussy was giving me. Once I was fully engaged inside of her I leaned over and kissed her. In between kisses she quietly said to me, "You feel wonderful inside me...I'd forgotten how much I enjoy this. Now please, please, fuck me...fuck me hard."

I braced myself and pulled my cock almost fully out of her, waited a beat and then thrust savagely back into her. She cried out in sweet pain and raked her nails not all that lightly across my bad. Oh...if it was a contest she wanted, it was a contest she was going to get. I raised up on my knees, pulled her legs up over my shoulders and proceeded to give this amazing pussy the pounding it so desperately needed.

She gasped, she moaned, she laughed -- I even think there were some tears. When I tired of doing all the work we rolled over and she mounted me. Simply put -- she was a vision. Her tits were perfect...large, with just enough sag to make her real. A small belly -- soft and feminine. While she slowly rolled her hips on my cock I let my hands explore her. I reached between us and scooped up some of our combined juices and fed them to her -- she sucked my fingers ravenously. I pinched and pulled those beautiful tits, reached around and squeezed her thick, strong ass and started to pull her down harder on my cock as she was riding me. I licked my index finger and reached around and teased her asshole. She leaned down, enveloped me in that lemongrass smelling mane of hair and said, "not this time stud...maybe next time!" I said, "oooooh I like the sound of that!"