Aaron and I managed to get together with Harris two more evenings during that torrid week in Houston.   Each encounter was wonderfully fulfilling.  

I must confess, when I said goodbye to my ebony lover late Thursday evening, I was deeply saddened.   I had developed a genuine affection for him.  

“Do you think we’ll ever see him again?” I asked solemnly.

Aaron hugged me before responding, “I don’t know.   Perhaps…You really like him, don’t you?”

I nodded, “He’s the only other man I’ve been with…and it was more than just sex…he was kind and gentle.    I really enjoyed our double date.   I felt so sexy between the two of you at the restaurant.   That women at the next table kept shooting daggers with her eyes at me, while you two fawned over me and flirted with me.  God, your hands were all over me.   She knew that you were both going to fuck me that night.   She acted horrified, but I think that deep down, she was really jealous.”

“Yeah, you really did put on a show for her,” Aaron chuckled.   “We won’t be doing that in any restaurants back home.   That’s for sure.”   Aaron paused before adding, “Harris was a genuinely good guy.  It was a great week…great memories.”

“I’m going to miss him,” I lamented.  

Aaron smiled and said, “Well, maybe we can talk my parents into watching the girls during a weekend around your birthday and we can have another visit to Houston.”

“That would be nice,” I replied, but my mind quickly did the calculation.   My birthday was in April, nearly ten months from now.   It seemed like an eternity.   And I was not so naïve as to think that a young stud like Harris would still be thinking of this older woman ten months from now.   No, the reality was that my one-week fling was probably just that, a one week fling…nothing more.

Aaron’s training session ended at noon Friday.   We checked out of the hotel and made the two and a half hour drive to Austin, arriving before 4:00 p.m., avoiding much of the rush hour traffic.   We spent Friday night at Aaron’s parent’s house in Austin.

I had not seen my babies for a full week.   I missed them.   Catching up with my girls and Aaron’s parents distracted me from the constant mental images of my week of carnal discovery that had been occupying virtually every hour of my consciousness.  

We said our goodbyes to the in-laws and drove home early Saturday morning.   It was great to have the girls back.   I had missed them.   Nonetheless, I was quiet, and perhaps even a bit sullen, on the six hour drive from Austin to Odessa.  

A week ago, I was thrilled to be a mother and housewife, with a conventional marriage and comfortable, but not overly exciting sex life.   There was no question, I was not the same woman that left here a little more than a week ago.   As Aaron and I unloaded the suitcases from the car, I feared that returning to my rather mundane life might not be as easy as I hoped.

The weekend was spent getting caught up on laundry, playing with girls and relaxing.   Aaron and I did not speak about the wicked week in Houston, but the mental image of Harris holding me tightly against his chest with his enormous cock in my pussy while my husband wedged his erection into my backside never fully left my mind.   And the gusset of my panties remained thoroughly soaked all weekend long as a result.

For the next two weeks, I worked hard to purge those wicked thoughts from my mind, but to no avail.  

It was Friday night, precisely two weeks since we left Houston to return home.   Aaron and I were enjoying an evening cocktail on our back patio overlooking our pool.   Although summer afternoons can be brutally hot in west Texas, because of the high elevation of the desert plain, after the sun sets, the temperatures would often drop to a relatively pleasant level.   Tonight was no exception.   Despite the fact that the afternoon high was in excess of 100 degrees, by 10:30 p.m. the temperature had dropped to a comfortable 81 degrees.   Coupled with the fact that there was a strong westerly breeze, it was really quite pleasant and relaxing sitting on our patio listening to the waterfall cascade into the pool.  

I was wearing a sleeveless white cotton shirt, sans bra, and a pair of pink silk gym shorts.  Aaron was bare chested, wearing only a pair of cargo shorts.    

“So, now that some time has passed, do you still feel okay about what we did during our trip to Houston?” I asked hesitantly.

“I certainly do…that week will remain some of my best memories ever…hell, I’ll be jacking off thinking about that week when I’m in the nursing home.   Why do you ask?   Are you having a sudden guilt attack?   Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong…I talked you into it…This is all on me, not you,” Aaron tried to reassure me.  

I took a sip of my cranberry juice vodka cocktail, as I tried to come up with the words to express what I was experiencing.   I wanted to be open about my feelings, but I feared that Aaron might think he had created a monster.  

“No, not really…I’m not feeling guilty exactly…although I do wonder what got into me that first night…”

Aaron laughed loudly and interrupted, “Anne, I’m pretty sure you and I both know precisely what got into you that first night.”

“Don’t be a brat,” I said as I gave him a playful smack on his thigh.   “You know what I mean.   Don’t make me feel even more embarrassed about what I did, okay?"

“Okay, I won’t.   But I just had to go for the joke.   You served me up a grapefruit with that line…So seriously, what’s troubling you?”

“Ever since we got home, I’ve been…I don’t know…anxious…distracted…I can’t seem to stop thinking about what we did.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Well, yes and no…mostly no…I mean I’d die if anyone ever found out about it…so I guess on some level, I am ashamed of what we did.   But on another level, I am glad we did it…I am glad I got to experience that at least once.”

I took another sip of my cocktail before continuing, “Aaron, when we first went to that club, Wish’s, and we met that couple, John and Brenda, I could not understand how they could be in the lifestyle for twenty years…I thought how could someone let someone they love fuck other people?   But after being with you and Harris…well, I never felt closer to you than when you and Harris fucked me together…I can’t explain it, but I knew you loved me when you shared me with him.   I never for an instant doubted that I belonged to you, that I was totally yours, even when Harris was making me cum.”

Aaron set his drink down and stood up.   He extended his hand and pulled me up, and he kissed me, deeply.   I opened my mouth to accept his tongue.   I felt his penis throbbing against my abdomen as I pressed myself into him.   His hand traced its way up my side and cupped my breast, teasing my erect nipple as we necked.  

He broke off our kiss and said, “Thank you…thank you for saying that.   It makes me so happy to know that I love you…and that when I shared you, I felt an enormous love for you…thank you.”

“Do you think badly about me because I wouldn’t let you have another woman?   I know it sound irrational…and unfair…but I could not stand to watch you fuck another woman…am I a bad person for being possessive and jealous like that?”

Aaron chuckled, “No you are not a bad person…and I don’t think badly about you…you are just not as secure in my love for you as I am in your love for me.   But it is not a problem since you are the only woman I desire.”

“Ouch!   That was a little mean,” I snapped.

“What did I say that was mean?”

“You said that you were more confident in my love for you than I was in your love for me,” I replied.

Aaron chuckled, “Well, think about it…I know you love me…and I know that you having orgasms with other men will not change that.  You belong to me, and only me, regardless of whose cock you might be enjoying at any particular moment, right?”

I thought for a moment before answering, “Yeah, I guess so.   I did feel very close to you when I was with Harris.   I loved you for letting me experience that…and yes, I know I will always belong to you.”

Aaron got the smile he gets when he knows he is about to win a point in an argument or debate, “You, on the other hand, are afraid that if I were to experience another woman, it would change how I feel about you…Baby, I do not want another woman, but if I was with someone else, I would not love you less, or want you any less.”

“I need to think about that…I don’t know if there is anything to what you are saying or not,” I reflected.  

“Okay, so back to the issue at hand…you said that you are feeling distracted and anxious.   What are you so distracted about?”

“Aaron, it’s difficult to explain.   My mind keeps going back again and again to that night dancing at the club, and back at the hotel.   I can’t seem to stop thinking about it.   I can’t concentrate at work.   I come out of a meeting at the office and I can’t remember a single thing that was said.   I sit at my desk for hours just recalling what we did…what I did,” I admitted.  

I paused to organize my thought before continuing.   I decided that I needed to be completely open and honest with my husband, “and honey, these memories are so real…so vivid…I sit at my desk remembering Harris holding me tight against his chest as you entered me from behind, and it’s almost like I can feel it happening.   And, I’m embarrassed to tell you this but…well…I got so wet just thinking about that night, three times this week, I went into the ladies room at work and masturbated in one of the stalls.”

I could feel my face, neck and chest burning crimson as I confessed to my husband that I have been masturbating at work remembering my nights of debauchery in Houston.    

“Oh my god, Anne, that is so fucking sexy.   You made yourself cum at work?   Fuck!”

“Uh huh, I did…three times.   It only took a minute or two, too.   I came so fast,” I confessed.  

“So, are you telling me you want to experience these things again?”

“No…I know I can’t.   We’re over 500 miles from Houston.   I have two young daughters and a job.   Harris needs to stay a distant memory.   It would be tempting if he lived closer and we could see him occasionally.”

“There are single men here, locally.”

“Aaron, don’t be ridiculous.   This is a small town.   There are no clubs like Wish’s in Odessa.”

“No, but there are internet sites that hook-up single men and interested couples.”

“No way!”

“Yes, way,” he said mocking me.   “I know of an internet site that does that very thing.”

“How do you know about these things?”

And then quoting a line from his favorite movie, ‘In the Line of Fire’, Aaron chuckled, “I know things about pigeons, Lily.”

“Seriously, how would this work?”

“We could place an anonymous ad, with a very discreet picture of you, telling visitors to the site that we are interested in attractive, respectful single men to enjoy your charms.”  

“Oh, Aaron, I could never do that.   It would be so, sordid, and way too dangerous…we’d get caught…someone we know would find out,” I protested.   But my interest was definitely piqued.

“Well, first, it would be perfectly safe.   We’d find all about any potential suitor before we would reveal anything about ourselves, or agree to meet them.   And, we would meet any potential partners someplace safe and discrete to see if there is any chemistry between you and him long before inviting him to anything more intimate…”

“Aaron, we are not inviting any strange men into our home with our daughters present!   I am not doing anything like this with the girls in the next room.”

“Anne, give me a little credit here…of course not.   I would never even suggest something like that.   We would only consider men who have their own place.”

“I guess that would eliminate the risk of us hooking up with a married man who was cheating on his wife. I don’t want to be a woman who sleeps with a married man cheating on his wife…”

I knew it sounded absurd to draw this arbitrary moral line in the sand; however, despite my recent moral failings, I truly did see myself as a woman of integrity.   And a woman of integrity does not do something to someone else that you would not want done to you…and I did not want some slut sleeping with my husband.  

Aaron thought and then nodded, “I suppose it would at that.   Married men are not going to have their own place where they can carry on a tryst.”

Aaron explained that we could run an ad on the site.   It would have a picture of me that would reveal my figure and body type, but not my identity.   We would be very specific in the type of person we were seeking.   We would get responses electronically, and we would then decide if we wanted to meet the person or not.  

“I don’t think I want to do this.   It sounds too…I don’t know…too slutty…I mean placing an ad asking men to apply to fuck me while my husband watches, or fucks me with them?   What kind of man would respond to that type of ad?”

“Someone like Harris, people like John and Brenda…swingers.   It is really no different than going to a club like Wish’s and meeting single men.”

I knew he was right, but I still didn’t like the idea that I had become the type of wife who would do such a thing.

“This feels very different than going to the club.   At the club I got to know Harris a bit before taking him back to our hotel room.”

“Anne, let’s run the ad, look at the responses we get and then decide. We don’t have to agree to meet anyone if you are still uncomfortable.”

I sighed, shook my head, and acquiesced, “Draft up a sample ad and let me read it…I need to think about this before we do anything.”

We did not discuss the matter further that evening.  

“Let’s get in the pool,” Aaron suggested as he stood up and took my hand. The huge tent in the front of his shorts left no doubt that he was sporting a major hard-on.

“Should I get my suit on?”

“Hell no. I want you in the pool naked,” Aaron directed.

“I’m going to get fucked in the pool, aren’t I?”

This talk about single men and swingers ads had aroused both of us.

“I believe you are, little girl. I believe you are,” Aaron said before kissing me again.

Our backyard is fairly isolated. We have a six-foot wooden fence and heavy shrubbery along the perimeter. Unless someone actually walked up the driveway and into the backyard, we would not be disturbed.   Additionally, the girls were fast asleep in their bedroom upstairs.   Their bedroom windows faced the front of the house.   Skinny dipping at eleven o’clock at night posed little risk of being caught.

Just to be extra cautious, I instructed, “Turn off the pool lights, honey.”

Aaron walked over to the pool control panel and flipped the switch to the pool lights.   Now, the only lighting came from a full moon and stars creating a warm, dimly lit romantic environment.  Within a minute, we were naked, our clothes thrown carelessly into a pile on one of the patio chairs, and Aaron was leading me to the steps of our pool, his cock rigidly erect standing at full attention in front of him. God, my husband is a gorgeous specimen.

The water temperature was a comfortable eighty-three degrees, cool enough to bring my nipples to full attention, but not so cool as to shrink my husband’s impressive boner.

Aaron led me out where the water depth was about five feet. At six foot, two inches in height, Aaron could stand comfortably, but at five foot, seven inches tall, I was forced to cling to my husband to keep my nose and mouth above the water; a very convenient situation for Aaron’s purposes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I felt the very head of his cock throbbing between us, pressing against my clitoris. Our tongues danced back and forth between our open mouths.

I broke the kiss long enough to say, “I love you so much. You know that, don’t you? I’d do anything for you.”

“I love you too, baby. I always will,” he promised, and I knew he meant it.

“Have you jacked off thinking about what we did in Houston?” I inquired.

“Hell yes, of course I have, several times.”

I could feel my husband’s cock throbbing impatiently against my vulva as we discussed our masturbation habits.

Aaron, lifted me slightly, and guided my legs around his torso.   His hands were supporting my legs, holding me in place. I was bracing myself against his strong shoulders with my arms around his neck. Aided by the buoyancy from the waters of the pool, Aaron was able to hold me up and move me with ease. We kissed deeply and passionately, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues.

He lowered me down slightly, and I felt the head of his erect penis bumping against the back of my thighs and buttocks, searching anxiously for my opening. I moved myself over slightly and I now felt his penis was pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina, searching for a home.

Because the pool water had washed away much of my natural lubrication, his initial entry was not as easy as one would hope. I had to reach down and use his cock to open the lips of my labia. I felt the glans moving past the inner folds of my vulva, and I stopped.

With the head just inside my opening, I pushed down on Aaron’s shoulders to stop my descent and held myself in place. Looking deep into my husband’s eyes, I clenched my vagina, hugging the sensitive head of his cock.

“How did you feel when you first saw me straddle Harris and he started wedging that huge cock into my tiny twat?” I teased.  

“I fuck, Anne, I was so fucking turned on.   I had to stop stroking myself several times to keep from cumming.”

“Honey, he was so big…it actually hurt a little as he pried me open with that huge cock.   Did you like hearing me whimper as I tried to take more and more of him?”

I felt Aaron’ cock pulsing as I spoke, responding to every word I uttered.   

“Fuck, Anne, when you showed me your white cream on his huge black cock, I thought I was going to lose it,” Aaron responded, his voice was now labored with lust as he recalled Harris entering me less than two weeks ago.  

I lifted myself up further, bracing myself on Aaron’s broad shoulders keeping him from penetrating me more fully. I wanted to tease him a bit longer by only allowing the very head of his throbbing erection inside me. I knew from experience that sooner or later Aaron would become so aroused that he would just take me. I loved being taken by him.

“Aaron, I really didn’t know if I was going to get that monster cock inside me.   He was absolutely huge,” I recalled.

I lowered myself slightly, and clenched my pussy, before lifting myself up again, keeping only the throbbing head inside me. Aaron continued to arch his hips, trying desperately to impale me. I continued to tease him.

I felt Aaron’s erection swell and pulse noticeably as he remembered the events of my first swinging experience.

“Baby, it was a wild scene to watch. I promise you,” Aaron recalled as he walked us over to the side of the pool into the shallow water. The water level was below his nipples now. He grasped the side of the pool to balance himself.

“Oh god, Aaron, I was so scared when you both tried to enter me.   Harris held me down, his cock was still pulsing inside me.   Oh baby, you climbed behind me and forced your way into my backside.   It hurt so bad I had to make you stop.   But you were already inside me a little.   I could feel you throbbing in my ass while Harris was slowly fucking my pussy.   I was so full.   Then I pushed back, forcing you in my ass a little deeper.   I wanted to take both of you.   I was so bad that night.   When you finally were able to fuck my ass, I started to cum.   Could you feel Harris’s cock inside me while you were fucking my ass baby?   Could you feel that big black cock inside your wife’s tight cunt? ”

Those last words did it, pushing Aaron over the edge. He couldn’t hold back any longer. With my legs around him, his cock barely inside my opening, and my arms around his neck, he leaned me backwards so that my neck was resting on the edge of the pool.

My arms were stretched out, my fingers locked together behind his neck, holding me in place. As he leaned me backwards, my body formed a perfect angle with his torso. He was holding me back so that I was almost floating on my back, the glans of his penis had now slid inside me several inches.

He moved his hands from under my legs and grabbed my hips. Then he pulled me, suddenly and violently, towards him, fully impaling me on his erection. The suddenness of his large penis piercing my vagina was surprisingly painful, and extremely stimulating. Despite my arousal, I was not completely ready to accommodate Aaron’s full length.

The sudden shock of pain and pleasure as he impaled me evoked a loud screech from deep in my core, but the pain subsided quickly and rapidly was followed by waves of pleasure as my vagina was forced open to accommodate my husband’s erection.

This massive penetration initiated my orgasm. My hands were now clasped, fingers interlocked behind Aaron’s neck as he grabbed my hips, pulling me into him violently to meet the rapid thrusts of his hips as he plunged in and out of me. His thrusts caused water to splash violently in all directions as we both began to cum.

We were beyond reason at this point, we were fucking like animals in the wild. Our violent movements were making a froth out of the splashing water.

The rigidity of Aaron’s penis, and the ‘angle of attack’ forced the head of his cock to strike the front wall of my vagina, my g-spot, with such force that it had me responding uncontrollably to the rapid and violent pounding my stretched little pussy was being subjected to, I simply could not stop cumming.

After several seconds of vigorous fucking, Aaron pulled me down for one final thrust, and held me in place as he stood there quivering, his cock pulsating inside me as he ejaculated.

“Oh, that’s it baby, cum for me. That’s my boy,” I moaned as I clenched my vagina, milking my husband’s cock as he filled my pussy with rope upon rope of his precious semen.

I pulled myself up, and found Aaron’s mouth. We hugged each other, kissing deeply for a minute or two as he finished ejaculating inside me, before finally releasing me and allowing me to float free.

I thought to myself, ‘we probably ought to shock the pool with some chlorine tomorrow’.   I almost said something to Aaron about it, but I decided he would think that swimming in his own sperm was simply gross, so I said nothing.

Aaron was up and gone when I awoke Saturday morning.   I put on my robe and found the girls in front of the TV watching cartoons.   Aaron was in his office working on his computer

“What are you working on so furiously on a Saturday morning?” I asked as I entered the small alcove my husband calls his office.  

Aaron motioned me to his side of the desk and said, “Here read this and tell me what you think.”

I leaned over the desk and read, ‘Attractive, straight West Texas couple in Midland-Odessa area seeks attractive, physically fit, well-endowed, single man for friendship and fun.   Must be discrete, safe, intelligent, clean and respectful.   Friendship first.   Race no barrier.   No smokers.   Send photo and brief description of who you are and what you are seeking to Curious Couple via Adult Friend Finder.

“Aaron, you naughty boy,” I admonished playfully.

“Here are the photos I could link to the ad,” he added as he clicked on a naked picture of me he had taken on my birthday.   I was lying on the bed with my arms over my head, making my breasts look very firm and tight.   My legs were together but you could clearly tell that I shave my pussy.   Aaron had cropped the photo such that my eyes and the top of my head were not in the photo.   You could tell that I was a very well-proportioned woman, but you could not discern my identity from the picture.  

Aaron clicked on another picture.   It was a profile shot of me.   My hands were behind my head causing my arms and elbows to hide my face.   My long blonde hair cascaded down my back.   I had bent my knee slightly, so my vulva was hidden as well.   Bending my knee slightly accentuated my firm butt, long legs and flat tummy.   Placing my hands behind my head served to make my breasts look young and firm.   My nipples were very erect and very prominent as well.   I looked like a model.  

“I like this one.   Shit, I wish I really did look that good,” I commented, shamelessly fishing for a compliment.   Aaron did not disappoint me.

“Baby, you do look that good.   You really could be a swimsuit model.”   While still looking at the naked image on the screen, my husband reached up and squeezed my butt.   “God, you have a beautiful ass.   And I love those tits too.”

“Let’s use this one.”

Aaron smiled, realizing that I had just given him permission to run the ad.

I quickly added, “I’m not saying we will meet any of these guys, but it will be fun to read their responses anyway.”  

It took a few days for the ad to actually appear on the site.   I guess the moderators needed to check out the ad and the picture for appropriate content prior to making it available to their members.   I remember vividly checking the site each day anxiously waiting for our ad to show up.  

I picked up the girls from daycare on Wednesday afternoon, got them situated with their after school snack and started them on their homework at the kitchen table before sneaking off to log on to my computer.     

I felt a shot of adrenaline as my picture popped up under the ‘new members’ category.  My heart pounded furiously as I stared at the screen realizing now people all over the globe could see my naked form.   That realization scared and excited me.   I studied the image carefully to ensure that there was nothing in the photo that would reveal my true identity.   I finally convinced myself that I was safe, nothing in the picture could definitively disclose who I was.  

I read our ad again.   My computer binged indicating I had a message.   Under the icon messages, I saw a number change from eleven to twelve right before my eyes.   Apparently, we had twelve responses already.   It was hard to believe that there were that many single men in this quiet west Texas town who want to fuck a married woman while her husband watched.

I opened my inbox.   The first response was at the bottom of the list.   I clicked on it, and a picture of an erect cock popped up from ‘super stud’.   The image did not even show his face or body, just his cock.   The attached message merely said, ‘I’m 7 inches and thick.  Let’s get together for some fun’.   This was not the type of response I was hoping for.   I deleted the message and the picture.

I opened several more responses.   They fell into several categories: 1.) really crass men who felt that the only thing they needed to provide to get me to invite them into my bed was a picture of their erect cocks, 2.) men who apparently did not graduate the eighth grade and for whom spelling and grammar were a skills not yet acquired, 3.) married men who thought telling me that their wives were frigid, unresponsive bitches would make me want to spread my thighs for them, and 4.) men who thought that telling me how lucky I would be to have them fuck me senseless would arouse me.  

I shook my head in disbelief at these egotistical, narcissistic, self-absorbed, and often illiterate bastards who thought that their spiel would entice me to grant them access to something to be coveted: my charms and affection.   I quickly deleted them all.   I did not need to share this trash with Aaron.  

Yes, I realized that many of the responses Aaron and I were likely to get would be crude, unappealing, and in some cases, offensive.   I thought, ‘well I guess I’ll be deleting a lot of these ads.’

Then the computer binged again.   I had a message from DWF Widow.  

I stared at the screen.   I was tempted to delete it without even reading it.   But I decided to see what this bozo had to say.   I clicked on the message and was pleasantly surprised.   The following message popped up, it was much longer and more detailed than I was expecting:

·          ‘Curious Couple,

·          ‘I read your ad with great interest.   You seem like people who would be fascinating to meet.  

·          ‘First a bit about me.   I may be much older than you were expecting.   I am a 56 year old, recently widowed man.   My soul-mate of 32 years succumbed to a long battle with ovarian cancer almost 18 months ago.  

·          ‘My wife and I enjoyed a great many things together.   Among our many shared interests, we occasionally allowed her to enjoy the attention of another respectful, attentive man.   I used to love watching her respond to and enjoy another man’s attention.   When invited, I would ‘join the party’.   So reading your ad, made me revisit these memories from a very different perspective…the perspective of the man my wife and I would invite to join us.   It is an irresistible temptation to try to understand this phenomenon from the other man’s point of view. Regardless, I felt a special connection to you as we share some of the same interests and experiences.

·          ‘Your picture reminds me of Cindy when she was in her twenties…you and my late wife both have the same body type.   In fact, I was shocked, and aroused, by how much you look like her.   Your picture alone brings back memories of my youth and some really wonderful times my late wife and I enjoyed together.

·          ‘I am still physically attractive.   I am 6 foot, 4 inches tall, about 225 lbs., and physically fit, and all my parts still work.   The enclosed photo was taken recently.   I am an engineer by degree, but have been in sales for many years.   As such, I travel to the Midland-Odessa area about once a month on business.   I am scheduled to be in Midland from July 7th through July 11th .   I would love to buy both of you dinner…my treat.   There would be no expectations. The dinner would be to get acquainted and determine if there is any mutual chemistry and attraction.

·          ‘I am not just looking for a sexual release.   I would welcome the opportunity to truly get to know you both, and perhaps become friends.   If that leads to something sexual, wonderful…if not, that is okay too.   But I want to get to know you, not simply bed you.  

·          ‘I apologize for this ‘far too long’ response; however, if any part of it appeals to you, please join me for a quiet dinner in early July.   I would love to meet you both, if for no other reason than to meet two people who remind me of my wife and me twenty plus years ago.  

·          “I hope to hear from you soon, Don.

He also included his personal email.

I sat there mesmerized.   I clicked on the enclosed picture.   A picture of a handsome, gray haired man in a navy suit and red tie popped up.   He had a strong physique and an engaging smile.   In truth, he reminded me of my own father; strong, confident, handsome…there was something in his face that made me think ‘he’s a man of integrity’.

Okay, here was a man who responded openly, honestly, with candor and vulnerability.   He spoke to my emotions and exposed his inner thoughts.   Rather than tell me about the dimensions of his cock, or his sexual prowess, he spoke to why he wanted to meet us, as people.    And although he was considerably older than I was expecting, he was handsome and appealing.

I closed the site, and then felt compelled to log back on twice to read DWF widow’s response again and look at this picture.  

Aaron arrived home a little before seven o’clock.   I resisted the urge to drag him to the computer until dinner was completed and the girls were settled in front of the TV.

“Honey, I checked that website today and the ad you sent in is up,” I said in a noncommittal voice.  

“Let’s check it out…any responses, yet?”

“”Quite a few, actually…most were crude and offensive.   I deleted them.   But one is sort of intriguing. It is not exactly what we were expecting, but he did pique my interest a bit.”

Aaron quickly logged on to the site and saw we had six new responses, and one response that had been read already. I directed him to the response from DWF widow.  

“This is the one that intrigued me,” I offered.

Aaron read his response and stared at his picture silently for several seconds, before saying, “I had imagined you with a younger playmate.”

I nodded agreement before replying, “Yeah, me too. But something about this guy’s note touched me. He seems so genuine and warm.   As I read his response, I kept thinking, ‘this could be Aaron someday…this is a man who shared his wife, and his marriage not only survived, it seems to have brought the two of them closer’.   It would be fascinating to meet him and understand what he and his wife experienced together.   I think I’d like to accept his dinner invitation.”

“Are you sure?   He looks to be the age your father would be, if he were still alive,.”   Aaron said.

“I know.   Maybe that’s part of his appeal.   And since he says he will be staying in Midland, it is less likely that we would have any awkward encounters with our friends at any bar of restaurant we meet him at,” I reasoned.   Clearly, I wanted to meet this man and get to know him a bit more.  

“Okay, contact him and set up dinner.   You’ll need to arrange a babysitter too.”

Coming soon: Chapter 7 – In Praise of Older Gentlemen

A special thanks to Don and Lisa whose edits, proofreading and suggestions have greatly improved the quality of this series