For helpful but by no means requisite context, our story began with [this very memorable evening of firsts](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihgl4v/my_opening_a_whole_world_of_exploration_in_my/) – a night spent with an older bisexual couple who patiently introduced [m]y – at the time – college aged curiosity to a world of sensuality, exploration, and kink.
After that first incredible evening, my sensual world had opened up and, perhaps needless to say, we all stayed in touch even as their trip into the city had ended the day after we met up. In the interim, we spoke over e-mail with plenty of photographs exchanged, fun debriefed, and an occasional sexy call or text from Anne, the wife.
To my horny relief, before long they were making plans for their next trip down to the city.
So it was, probably two or so months after our first night together, I was once again walking into the lobby of their hotel, butterflies in my stomach, and a sneaky and cheesy grin probably plastered on my face.
I wore jeans and a nice blue button down shirt. I often think that because the visuals are so much more fun, women and their outfits get all of the attention but as a guy, there’s subtle decisions that can be sexy in a partner and, perhaps as importantly, as the individual making them. What’s sexier than *feeling* sexy?