I have been very lucky to have a number of meetings with some very nice couples over the years but I always felt that my natural dominant sexual preferences had always never truly been met and my thought moved to cuckolding a couple.. After speaking to many couples in the rooms on here I came across Peter and Claire a mid-thirties couple who were looking for a dominant older man. We struck it off during a number of chats over many weeks initially in the rooms on here culminating in a telephone conversation when we agreed to meet in this Bolton coffee shop on a Sunday afternoon. I had got there early to get one of the booths at the back of the coffee shop and sat with my coffee facing the door. Right on time Peter and Claire came through the door and on seeing me they waved and made their way to me. Claire looked stunning in a button down summer dress long enough to be demure but short enough to show her shapely legs. On greeting them they both appeared nervous I kissed Claire on the cheek and invited her to sit next to me in the booth. As Claire sat down I suggested Keith go and get their coffees including a refill for me. I complimented how Claire looked and explained how she had turned the heads of the other men in the coffee shop. She blushed then thanked me for the compliment which I quickly followed up by asking how she was feeling. She said she was nervous and I explained there was no need to be and told her she was in control and agreed a code word with her that if she said it everything would stop. Peter came back with the coffees and we all made small talk about the weather and the news before I led the conversation onto what it was they were looking for. I steered the conversation around all the things we had discussed during our many chats getting Peter and Claire to agree that was what they were looking for. To test the water I put my hand on Claire’s and she gently clasped my hand and Peter, after a brief tense movement, relaxed then smiled and sat back and enjoyed the view. As the conversation went on I put my hand on Claire’s thigh and when she quickly went to move my hand I thought I had gone too far until she moved my hand to the inside of her thigh before undoing a couple of buttons on her dress so I could gently caress her bare flesh. After a few minutes I whispered in Claire’s ear that I wanted her to go to the toilet and remove her panties and put them on top of her handbag. She duly went and I knew this was the big test if she did as I asked and Peter did not object then they would become my playthings. Peter asked what I had whispered to Claire and I told him and he told me she was too shy to go commando and had always refused when he had asked so not to build my hopes up. On Claire’s return she sat down next to me again and with a big smile opened her bag on top of which were a small pair of electric blue knickers. I took them from her bag and passed them to Peter under the table who was absolutely shocked when he saw them. He said to Claire how she had always refused to do this for him and she explained that it was the sexual tension of the situation which made her do it. Peter smiled and sat back and relaxed I asked for Claire’s knickers and when he went to pass them under the table I put out my hand above the table to force Peter to surrender them to me publicly although probably no-one else saw the exchange. As our coffees were finished I turned to Claire and asked her what she wanted to happen next and with a little giggle this mid-thirties blonde looked at her husband and said she would like to go back to their house have a stronger drink and carry on our conversation. Peter got a knapkin and wrote down their address and suggested I follow their car but I had their address in case I lost him on the way. I took the knapkin and as we left the coffee shop suggested that Claire come with me just in case I got lost. Before Peter had a chance to respond Claire said that was a great idea, grabbed my arm and asked where I was parked. I said to Peter I would see him back at theirs as Claire could direct me. Whilst a willing participant Peter had now given control of his wife to me and I knew I was able to steer her thinking to where I had wanted it to be. In my car I put their address in the Sat Nav and suggested Claire make herself comfortable and like a naughty school girl she asked how she should do that. Looking directly into her eyes I told her to unbutton a couple of buttons at the top of her dress and unbutton the remaining buttons to give access to her pussy. In the dark of the car park she did as asked and I reached over and lightly let my lips brush her lips and as she arched her back I gently traced my fingertips over her thighs right up to her pussy where I was delighted to find she was hairless as I had asked her to do. As we drove to her house I quizzed Claire getting her to tell me what she thought was going to happen when we got to hers asking how she thought it might go and what in particular she would like to happen. Armed with some ideas I asked her if she was turned on to which she replied “God Yes” so I asked her to prove it. She looked at me confused so I told her to finger her clit and pussy, after looking around outside my car she realised she was not going to be seen and did as I asked. At the next traffic lights I took her hand from her pussy and put her fingers in my mouth licking every last drop of her moistness from her fingers. As we pulled away from the lights she looked at me before reaching across and tracing the outline of my cock through my trousers before muttering “mmmmmmm I am going to enjoy that !” As we pulled up at her house Claire buttoned up her dress and I gave her, her panties to put back on again exercising my control. She jumped out of my car and bounced towards the front door which Peter opened on cue for her closely followed by me. In the living room Claire asked Peter to get her a wine and I asked for a soft drink. Claire looked at me and I explained I wanted to give her my undivided attention at which she sat back smiled and patted the seat on the sofa next to her for me to sit down. (To Be Continued)