I have now told on this forum many tales from the first phase of my time with Katie, a mother of two I had met through an ad I placed on craigslist, looking for a married woman for a long-term affair. Now that she was pregnant with boy #3, our togetherness tapered off. She warned me I would be in a world of woe if the newborn resembled me — a biological impossibility since I had eliminated my ability to procreate through a well-know medical procedure years before — and fortunately it did not resemble me, nor did it resemble that other man she had recently fucked. The baby was the spitting image of her husband, just like their first two.
I assumed Katie and I were done, and felt some regret but also relief that I had survived, along with a sense of accomplishment for all the erotic adventures we had shared. It was like nothing I’d ever imagined. Without question she was more into me than I was into her during this whole time, and had written me once when I could not see her for a while, Oh I understand, but darn it! I really like you! For all her dalliances with other men, whose full extent I only discovered later, I was the only one she was seeing on an ongoing basis.
We continued to correspond as she carried the healthy baby to term and beyond, but nothing like before. I am so in love with this baby! she wrote me again and again. She disappeared into motherhood, and her erotic urges vanished. Mine however did not. I had been feasting at the Table of the Goddess with Katie for several months. What was I to do now?
Predictably, aside from extracting occasional morsels from my reluctant wife, I went back to my old habit of perusing ads on craigslist and posted a few of my own. This would have been the winter or spring of 2008. After a long period of frustration, within one single blessed week, I was invited to share joy not with one but two different MF couples. This came in response to ads they placed. I can’t remember how long it had been since Katie, but a few months at least. So I was hungry.
I can’t recall which one came first, so I’ll just start with this one: the ad, posted around noon on a weekday, called for a man 53 or older — a curious request — that very afternoon. Both of these conditions clearly boosted my odds, as I was at work with nothing on my calendar and no more than 20 minutes away from their location. This was not one of those ‘Looking for PnP’ type ads and did not have sentences like, ‘Yes, we have poppers.’ I never responded to those. It was well-written and gave the impression they were middle-class folk, which they turned out to be. The man was bi but I made it clear I would come for the woman and not the man if they were to invite me — which happily they did.
So I drove up to an area with a mix of housing types — a sea of duplexes that catered to low income residents cheek-to-jowl with high-end apartments inhabited by tech workers not far from single-family neighborhoods. Their place — actually hers — was in a small, well-kept condo complex. I was struck by the evident expense of the furnishings, which included objets d’art tastefully decorating the walls and the chic coffee table. I mostly remember the statuettes of elephants here and there. She had lived in Russia, and we chatted about our travels for several minutes. She was sophisticated, educated, and striking, with short brown hair, tall and thin, in great shape and a bit older than me. He was younger than me, stocky and bald but sporting a thick black beard. They explained that they were FWB and experimenting, and wanted to try someone a bit older than their usual. I think she’d have been happy to talk longer, but in my experience the male host is usually eager to get things rolling. He was clearly running the show, and I was happy to be a part of it.
After a word from him, we stripped down to our essence so to speak, and I began eating her and he began sucking me. We must have been arrayed in some sort of triangular fashion on the carpeted floor. Having his mouth on my cock was not quite what I had come for but I enjoyed dining at her Y, so let him do his thing. As I brought her to climax she exclaimed, Oh I am going squirt!, which she did, down my beard and neck and chest. We rested for a few minutes then redeployed. He plowed into her while she went down on me. Having her mouth on me was much more to my taste and I did not last long. This whole encounter took no more 30-40 minutes tops. I so enjoyed watching her the whole time, and running my hands across the firmness of her stomach and the softness of her breasts, listening to her sighs and moans of pleasure while I ate her and he fucked her. She was happy to chat more afterwards, so I lingered. But I could sense his disappointment that I was not bi, so I did not overstay my welcome. Much more might have been in store for the three of us if I were bi. I think she and I could have become friends or at least pen pals, but that would have crossed a line with him. So I left and never heard from them again.
No more than a week later — again, I can’t remember which of these adventures came first — I was invited to join another MF couple. Once again, the man was bi. I wrote back well I can be orally bi, which I suppose was becoming true. But I was there for the woman. I was delighted when they chose me. It was a weekday evening. They lived in a sprawling apartment complex in an expensive part of town. I had to exit the highway and make a u-turn on a busy street with wide landscaped medians to get to the complex. I still remember the one. I needed a code to open the gate, and had to turn the car this way then that to find the exact building, which I could not have found again unassisted the next day, slowing for speed bumps, and had to park in an area designated for visitors or risk being towed. All of this had been spelled out via email. This took a while and I was running behind. I could see he was a bit impatient once I finally arrived.
But she was not impatient. She — let us call her Justine — was a lovely woman, with the body of a fairy and a spirit to match. She had short curly brown hair and full lips and a lively way of conversing while her hands danced in the air. They had a large poodle-like dog that checked me out till they closed her in another room. Justine and I sat on a couch while he sat in an adjacent chair. What names did he use in the email? she asked. I told and she laughed, Oh those again? He was a bit put off by this. She flitted from one story of their adventures to another like a butterfly among flowers. Once they brought home a stripper from one of those clubs. These women, she said, have had their wings clipped but for all that they are just an angelic as the rest of us. She asked if I was planning to pass the night with them, and would I please? I could not, as my wife was expecting me back at a reasonable hour once my ‘evening meeting’ was over. I made up a story about having to work early the next morning, as I had told them nothing about my status; I just let them believe what they wanted. She warned me that she was claustrophobic, so we could not sandwich or splitroast her (she spoke too delicately to use these terms, but I understood). And she added, I only fall with Bill … let us call her man that. By ‘fall’ she meant climax as she was being penetrated. I understood then that her pussy was off limits to me, but hey! There are other ways to enjoy a woman. I told her of how I would fall with Katie, almost talking in tongues, as I described in my previous post on this forum. She said, Now here is a man who understands something of the sexual ecstasy we women experience!
Just like with the other couple, the man was soon done with chit-chat. I can’t remember his exact words, but they nudged her into carrying herself into their bedroom to prepare herself. While she was gone, Bill sat next to me and promised in words I do remember: Justine sucks a mean cock! She was dressed in flimsy lingerie when she returned, pirouetting in front of us in pride at her own beauty. We then all stood in a little triangle, all kissing each other’s lips in the same moment. This is the only time I ever kissed or was kissed by a man. He then pulled her aside and bent her over, still standing, and drew her little outfit up over her ass and fucked her hard and fast from behind. She climaxed intensely in no time at all and literally fell to the floor in a heap. Watching her ‘fall’ was thrilling. I do have a voyeuristic dimension, and this alone made the journey worthwhile. After a few minutes, he helped her up and we moved to a nearby couch … not the one we had earlier sat one, but one with a wider seating area and room for three. I cannot recall each detail of what transpired there … I do know he sucked me and I sucked him some with no skill at all, and then I skillfully ate her, and then she sucked me. Oh he was so spot on about her cock-sucking! It was marvelous, and I wish I could remember the precise manner she went about it. I do remember what she said: Oh look, he is cumming, he is cumming all over my neck! And I did, long warm intensely and hard. And then I fell too.
Just like the other man, Bill was not pleased that I was not genuinely bi. He would have gladly parted my ass cheeks, this I know, but I wanted nothing more to do with his cock especially as I was now spent. But I would have happily spooned with her into the wee hours, and pushed myself inside her in the middle of the night. But that was not on the menu and the clock was ticking, so I dressed myself and left, disappointing the both of them. I am genuinely sorry for that.
So there you have them: two new stories. I am not sure they are much to crow about or speak highly of me. I have not reflected on them in years, and wonder did they really even happen? They must have, because I have clear memories of visiting Planned Parenthood — Long Live Planned Parenthood! — to get tested for STDs shortly after. I was all clean, happily so.
As for Katie, well we were not done with each other yet, and once we re-commenced I told her these same stories. But that was still months away, and more experiences lay ahead me before i saw her again. I will share these stories in my next post.
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