My wife used to call me her pimp. It was my job to find a guy to join us.
Our first mfm experience was with a very good friend. Over time he stopped cumming, literally, and we took the decision to look on line for a new, more virile friend.
We started by having hotel meets in bars, then, if the guy was suitable, getting a room, but after a few meets, my wife, C, said, can’t we meet at our house, if we like the look of him, we can take it from there.
I found Paul on SH. He was our age, 50s at that time. Bi curious, which, as far as we were concerned, meant he wasn’t frightened of close male contact, but not into anal.
He arrived at the agreed time, Wednesday afternoon 3pm. C was dressed in black stay up stockings, new silk French knickers, matching bra that showed her 38DD breasts to perfection. A complimentary silk dressing gown and high heels completed the look. She might’ve been 50, but she looked fucking horny, only 5ft 2 on the plump side, but not fat, very sexy.
It was obvious that Paul thought so too.
He was polite, attentive, we sat drinking, him, tea, as he was driving, C gin n tonic, a large single malt for me.
After about 30 minutes of chat, during which time C discretely showed stocking top, and plenty of cleavage, she looked at me, and said, “I’m going to go upstairs now, and make myself comfortable, if you boys want to join me, give me 5 minutes “
With a flourish of silk and wisp of perfume she left the room.
Paul looked at me. I smiled, “looks like you’ve passed the interview “ I said
We went upstairs. We have a big bed, three pillows wide. C was in the middle.
The silk gown open. One leg bent, the other slightly apart. Her breasts barely encased in silk. Her silk French cut knickers encased her hips delightfully.
I stripped off, my cock hard with anticipation. Paul looked at me, C looked at him..
“What are you waiting for”
He pulled his shirt off, followed by his trousers and his cock sprang free.
Bigger than mine, but not massively so. His erection denied his age.
“Take my shoes off, please” C’s voice was throaty with anticipation..
We took off a shoe each…
Paul climbed on the bed next to her, I took my place on the other side.
She put her arms round each of us, as Paul eased her bra down, her breasts firm, tumbled free, and we took a nipple each, into our mouths.
We kissed and caressed her,our hands stroking and touching.
She kissed us alternately, breathless with lust.
Our hands met in her pants. He had his finger on her clit, as I slipped one of mine in her. She was wet, hot, and gasping…
Unbidden we took her pants off, she raised her arse as we took them down between us.
Next dressing gown was removed , her bra was swiftly discarded.
She was naked, except for the black stockings, thirty minutes after coming up to bed, with a stranger she’d met barely an hour earlier.
We lay either side of her, alternatively fingering her, teasing her, sucking her engorged nipples as she, a cock in each hand, rubbed our straining erections.
“I need cock” C declared…”fuck me”
Well, obviously I let our guest go first…
He climbed between her spread thighs. I spat on my hand coating his helmet and along with his precum, rubbed his nob end on my wife’s hungry cunt…
I eased his hard nob into her, my hand wrapped around his cock, stopped him from thrusting deep inside..
“Are you ready” I asked. They said yes in unison…
I let Paul’s cock go, and he thrust deep inside her…
“Oh fucking hell it’s so big” C cried…”oh yes, oh fuck, fuck, fuck me you bastard “
Paul proceeded to do just that. I got my hands between his legs and started massaging his bollocks.
He had big balls, and he liked what I was doing. C was being fucked hard, she had my cock in her hand as he was fucking her. I felt his bollocks tighten. “He’s gonna cum” I said. And he did. I pumped his balls as he emptied his capacious ball sacs into my wife’s greedy cunt..
“Oh it’s so nice” she cried as she came too..
As soon as Paul stopped thrusting I pulled him aside.
Getting between her legs I slid my cock into my wife’s tight, spunk filled cunt…
Oh my god I love sloppy seconds, I didn’t last long.
She continued to orgasm as I fucked her, I was adding my load to the copious amount of cum that Paul had provided.
He said he was a heavy cummer, my god, he was.
I miss those days. But I’ve plenty of memories to recall, and share, if you’d like to read more.
