It all started innocently enough. I needed some help with my iBook, it was crashing and freezing, so I logged on to our local Macintosh user group list to request a solution to my dilemma. Someone called Charlie responded, I'd heard his name but never met him. He was very knowledgeable. We emailed back and forth, him asking questions and making suggestions. Me trying things - delete this, reinstall that, zap the PRAM. Eventually I asked him if he could come make a house call and fix it for me. We set a time for later that day.Charlie showed up, carrying two large bags of tools and parts. In his 50s, quite handsome, not bad shape for his age, and a great sense of humor. We hit it off quickly. He set to work. After an hour he had my baby humming again. While testing, he noted my large collection of adult blogging URLs. I blushed, and he apologized. "No', it's OK," I said, "it's a part of me. I love to read and write about sex. That is, when I'm not having it!" As I said it, I looked directly at him. "Charlie, when was the last time you had sex? I mean, great sex?"
"Well," he replied, "actually, last night. I have a very horny wife. Like me, she's in her 50s too, but she looks great, keeps herself in shape, and loves to fuck. We've been married 20 years and have sex almost every day!" I smiled widely, imagining him naked and frolicking with his wife. He opened his wallet and showed me a photo of her. She was hot! "Glad to hear that you've been blessed with a sexy woman, Charlie. Not many men have your luck. Tell me, have you ever had a threesome? I mean, with another woman?"
Now it was Charlie's turn to blush. "No, can't say we have. We've talked about it. And we've watched a lot of videos. It's one of our fantasies. But we've never done it. Never found the right woman."
Well, I knew this was my opportunity. So I invited Charlie and his wife to come over for dinner the following weekend. "You can talk about it with your wife. If she feels like playing, and after we've had a drink, loosened up and have gotten to know each other, if she still feels like it, then we will see what happens." So, that's how it started. Charlie packed up his tools, fumbling, I could tell he was a little un-nerved, but excited. I decided to give him a taste of things to come. I pulled him close, and kissed him. Then I ran my hand down his jeans, and felt his cock. I rubbed it through the material, feeling it stiffening. Then I stepped back, and said, "Look, just so you know what's for dessert ..." I pulled off my shirt, revealing my small tits in a skimpy bra. I un-snapped my bra and exposed my boobs, my nipped stiff and perky. "Do you think your wife will like them? Do you think she will want to touch them, lick them? Will she let me go down on her, tongue her clit till she comes? Because I want to. I reeeally want to. "
To be continued...
