It all started in the Lush chat rooms. I had been putting up the sexiest pictures I could find and. as usual, someone eventually sent me a message. Usually, the messages were from some woman who especially enjoyed my pictures that day. Perhaps it was because I was putting up a lot of two guys-double-teaming-one-girl pictures, but that day the message was from another married guy.
He made it real clear from the beginning that he wasn’t interested in me, but he liked the two guys with one girl pictures I was putting up. We started sending each other the sexiest gifs we could find. At first, we didn’t really chat at all, just sent pictures. I know I was getting off on the pictures, and I could only assume he was as well. We both had very similar tastes in what we found sexy.
One day, after sending a few sexy gifs, we actually started chatting. I asked if I could see a picture of his wife, and he agreed as long as I sent him one of mine as well. I was happy to show her off, so I quickly shot him over a picture of the two of us all dressed up for a party. He, in turn, sent me a picture of him and his wife together as well. When I saw her picture, I was instantly attracted to her.
She was a bigger blonde woman with lots of sexy curves, which I really like, and she had a very pretty face. It was very easy for me to imagine all the sexy things I could see myself doing with her, and I let him know it as well. He said he thought my wife was sexy too, and we toyed around a little with a little role-play about swapping wives and what we would do with them.
It was all just good fun fantasy, and I don’t think either one of us ever imagined it would ever lead to anything other than just pure fantasy. He asked if I could send him a few more pictures of my wife, and once again I was happy to send them. I searched my phone and found three of the best pictures I have, which kind of show off how sexy she is. I had told him from the beginning that she wouldn’t let me take sexy pictures. He followed up with two pictures of his wife for me as well.
That was when you could say my obsession with her began. When I say obsession, I do not mean the unhealthy stalker-like obsession. She just took over all my jerk-off session fantasies. In every single one, I was fucking her in front of him. I wasn’t shy about letting him know how often and how many times I had jerked off thinking about his wife. Sometimes I would be rather descriptive when telling him how I pleasured his wife in my fantasy that morning.
Then one day he told me that his wife enjoyed reading his messages and she liked how much I enjoyed fantasizing about her. At first, I was nervous that she had read all the descriptive things I’d written about her, but he assured me she really did like it. Then they surprised me again by telling me they were going to come visit Kansas City, and they wanted me to meet them at their hotel. I figured it seemed like a long shot, but why not give it a try?
I wasn’t completely convinced they were serious, so I took it with a grain of salt. Then they started asking me about dates, and which ones would work best for me. I was still a little skeptical, but decided I would play along just in case. Eventually, they hit a weekend where I really didn’t have anything. At that point, I was starting to believe they might actually come out to Kansas City.
Then I had a moment of panic, because the only reason we were chatting was because we wanted to fuck each other’s wife. I was nervous they would call it off if my wife wasn’t going to join us. I thought I might be ruining my chances, but I told them she wasn’t as adventurous as his wife is and she wouldn’t be joining us. I was sure they were going to call it off, but he said they knew she wouldn’t go for it. She made it clear it was all the descriptive messages I’d sent him that made her want to meet up with me.
Even after we had the dates figured out and they told me which hotel they would be staying at, I was still a little skeptical. I freed up my schedule anyway, but doubts kept creeping in. I’d tell myself they weren’t really going to be there when I got to the hotel. Or, this was really just some kind of ploy, and they were going to kidnap me or something. Then I’d realize there would be no reason to kidnap an old guy like me. Maybe they were going to somehow blackmail me or something? After every negative thought, however, I would end up back at the possibility they really did just want to hook up for a night or two of sexual bliss.
Finally, the day came when they arrived in Kansas City. They messaged me to let me know which hotel they were staying at and what time they would be there. I got off work and headed straight to their hotel. I told my wife I was having a guy's night with a couple of friends. While I was driving, they messaged me their room number. I parked my car and I could already feel my heart starting to race. A small part of me realized there was certainly a risk involved, but my heart was really racing at the prospect of making a sexual fantasy come true.
I made it to the elevator and hit the button, feeling the butterflies in my stomach. My heart was pounding in my chest even harder when the doors opened, and I realized their room was the first one on the right. I only had to take a few steps and then I reached out to knock on the door. I was so relieved when he opened the door, and I could see her standing behind him.
He let me in, and we exchanged some pleasantries. The usual greetings of three people who have only interacted online who were meeting face-to-face for the first time. We told each other how great it was to finally get to meet, and I asked about their flight. The whole time we were talking, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and I tried my best not to just stare at her tits. My dick, however, knew why I was there and decided to make its presence known. I tried to keep my hands in front of it, but I saw her eyes move down and the look on her face told me she had noticed.
“I see you arrived ready to play,” she said.
I wanted desperately to think of something coy or sexy to say, but all I could think about was seeing her tits. So, I very smoothly nodded my head and probably gave her the goofiest smile ever.
“Well, we didn’t come all this way for nothing,” he said. “It looks like you're ready to get started and I know she is ready. She’s been ready for weeks now.”
His words were all I needed to make my move. I leaned in and started kissing her deeply. My fingers started working on my shirt buttons as soon as our lips met, and our tongues started dancing together. I pulled my shirt down my arms and let it fall to the ground and then reached down to the bottom of her shirt. I pulled it up and then pulled my lips from hers, just long enough to get her shirt off.
Once her shirt was off, I pressed my lips back to hers and started working on my belt and pants. Kicking my shoes off while I worked my zipper. I pushed my pants and underwear down at the same time and kicked them both off one foot at a time. Then I pulled her skirt and panties down and let them fall to her feet. I guided her to the king size bed in the middle of the room and then pulled my lips away from hers. As she sat on the bed and started scooting to the middle, I yanked my socks off and climbed onto the bed next to her.
She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my hard cock and we started kissing again. As our tongues began dancing again, I placed my hand under her right breast and began to caress it. My fingers slid over her large smooth breast and my fingertips found her nipple. While I gently rubbed her nipple between my fingertips, she began stroking my very hard cock.
I moved my hand down her body and my index finger found her moist slit, and started rubbing at her rather wet opening, up to her clit. I started circling her clit with the moist tip of my finger and then slid it back to her wet opening to do it again. The more I lubed my fingertip and rubbed her clit with it, the faster she would stroke my cock. Her grip was nice and tight, and her hand felt so good moving up and down my hard shaft.