My wife and I recently opened up our relationship to spice things up a bit. Usually we try to bring someone into bed with both of us, but we occasionally go solo, turning Tinder into a friendly competition. When she left for a girls’ night out on the town, I decided to set a date with one of my matches, Anne. A mid 40’s divorced professional, Anne is brunette, buxom, and bespectacled, fulfilling every guy’s fantasy of a hot teacher or librarian.
We decide to finally meet at a hole-in-the-wall dive bar in town, settling in a small booth meant just for two. Her pleasantly plump figure fills her tight blouse, dangling necklace engulfed by her generous cleavage. Our fingers entwine as we flirt, continuing our conversation from our texts. A fifteen to twenty year age gap only heightens the tension as Anne leans forward, soft glossy lips planting a wet kiss. I pull her around to my side of the tiny booth, settling her in half in my lap – her taut ass rubbing against my growing erection.