"I'm not sure how to play this," Mary said. We were on their sofa and Charles was seated across from us grinning.
"How about we go upstairs," I said.
Mary, Charles, and I are in our early 70s, not the typical demographic for swingers, but considering we survived the 60s, not surprising. Baby Boomers might be on the backside of life, but we intended to take these next chapters with a boom.
He and Mary were looking for a male for play and I replied to the ad. Charles revealed himself as a cuckold, bisexual, and submissive. Couples were my first preference in swinging so we were apparently a fit. They had some bad luck meeting younger guys, not bad luck, just no good luck. Charles and I established a daily online chat and he was able to schedule coffee for the three of us, one hour, no obligation. It was Mary's call.
Charles was lean and gray with a beard. Mary was a redhead and curvy, as one would expect. Body type is by no means an issue. I have learned that up close and in the dark all bodies are the same. What I seek is the passion and, in a perfect situation, trust. I had taken a table inside, but she suggested one outdoors "so we can talk."
Mary looked as if she was talking to an insurance salesman, cautious, but curious, but her folded hands expressed confidence. Charles got the cups and remained silent. We did the usual dance, what are you looking for? Does your wife know? What do you like? My answers met their interests, a long term relationship, we have a don't-ask-don't-tell understanding, pretty vanilla with lots of kissing. I brought up the issue of protection.
"I don't really like condoms," she said. Fine. I've always been careful and my last test was negative.
"I'm happy to be exclusive with you if this continues," I told her. "So we can skip protection. I would like that. As I said, I'm interested in something long term." Coffee ended with brushing cheeks.
Our next meeting was for lunch and then time together at their house. In the meantime I learned more about them from Charles. I was not in touch with Mary at all. She was adamant about not being online and I respected that boundary. Charles was the cuckold so leaving all the arrangements to him fit into his submissive side while still giving him control in the relationship. Over lunch we talked about grandchildren, in-laws, vacations, and the joys of post-employment.
We left the restaurant and Charles said, "Mary, why don't you ride with Dave and you can show him the way." He shared with me in our daily chats that his fantasy was for Mary and I to play alone and have him excluded. Riding together as he followed appealed to that. Mary and I got to know each other a little more, but she was happy to remain snugged in by a seat belt against the door. I reached for her hand across the console, but she did not respond. Yes, she was nervous. I learned that she had been alone with one friend once and he showed her "some things." I inquired further and she would only say, "No, I'm shy."
Mary and Charles have a beautiful home with a view of a meadow and the mountains. The decor was somewhat rustic. Charles is a serious fly fisherman and the walls were full of framed flies and paintings of leaping fish. I found a seat on the sofa and Charles sat across in an easy chair. Mary joined me on the sofa and they chatted about the next fishing adventure and some business with a guide.
She got up for something and when she returned she reached down and brushed my knee, probably the hottest thing I can remember in any seduction in memory. It was hardly a seduction. We all knew why we were there, but she wanted to signal her readiness to proceed. I reached out and she gave me hers, cold and stiff. She warmed and the conversation continued with Charles on family business.