I was way past due for having some sexual time with a woman. The last time that I had made a connection with a female was in Thailand more than six months before. That had always seemed to be a marker for me. Six months without a female and I needed to go into hunting mode. I never did the bar pick up thing, but always used a website to find single women or couples who were looking for an adventure.
I had planned a very open agenda for my time in Montana where I had been before and found the state to be quite beautiful. I didn’t think that the Eastern part of the state would bring fruition and so focused on connecting with people more in the mountainous regions to the West. Using my usual website for couples, I wrote introductory notes to a few and one single woman, informing them of my massage skills and offering my hands for free.
I received a response from the single female rather quickly but she wasn’t sure that she was going to be available for the time that I was in her area. That avenue didn’t pan out. A male and female couple who both listed themselves as bisexual wrote back a day later. It was the female who was writing and she declared that her husband was away for the week but she was definitely interested in the massage. “I never turn down a massage!” I was of the same mind set.
I let her know that my time was flexible and I began to check out hotel availability for when her husband would return. It was the beginning of the tourist season and a holiday weekend, so rooms were getting difficult to come by, but I finally managed to get a room in a very nice hotel using my points. Otherwise, it would have cost hundreds of dollars!
The pictures of Cathy and Chuck on the website were quite revealing and informed me that they were both in very good physical condition in their late 50’s. Their listed sexual activities also suggested that they were not just vanilla players. Bondage and cuckolding, along with anal sex and toys identified them as people familiar with expanded limits. I was totally intrigued and hoped that we could make something happen. I wasn’t optimistic but always kept my messages free from those thoughts.
Cathy and I seemed to be connecting well, so I provided her with my email address and phone number. The next day she chose to start texting which began in a light hearted manner. Both of us were traveling during the daytime, so we elected to keep our communications to the evening. Perhaps both of us would have a drink on hand to help the texting move along to where I wanted it to go.
In one of her first questions, Cathy asked about my bisexual life. I was very open and told her about the sexual change in my early 40’s that led to my divorce. I also informed her about the exploration I had done as a single man with couples and single men and women. She was impressed with how open I was but she didn’t offer any return information about herself or her husband. I sensed that I would only learn those details if we met face to face.
Her comfort zone was increasing and I could tell that she was interested not only in the massage but in cuckolding her husband. I was always respectful of the dynamic in a marriage having learned that each couple figures out their bisexuality in their own way. I would be a pleasant dalliance for them if we were to meet at all. I was still not confident that it would happen and perhaps some of my concern was just a result of having been without a woman for so long and not wanting to be disappointed. I guess I was setting a low bar of expectation.
As was my way, I chose to be bold and asked Cathy to show me her favorite toy. I had done this with other women and found that it was a great way to help both of us be more open and trusting with each other. I was not at all prepared for what came to my phone next. Cathy sent a 20 second video of her using her favorite toy while being naked. She was riding a sex machine that had a dildo which was penetrating her frontally. She was riding wildly which allowed me to enjoy her bouncing breasts simultaneously. She was moaning while the machine was thrusting, clearly demonstrating her ability to be very sexual and stimulating for both her and me.
When I commented back on how arousing it was, she sent a second video of the same length with her face showing this time and she was blowing me a kiss while orgasming on the machine. What a woman! Her husband was most certainly a fortunate man. I knew that I would have erotic dreams that night and perhaps the next day experience the real thing.
I was going to take three hours of driving from the part of Montana where I was staying to where she was with her husband. We planned for a noon meeting since they had evening plans. That would give me time to get there without rushing and plenty of time for us to do massage and what would hopefully follow.
I texted in the morning when I was leaving but I still didn’t have more than the town information. I had been in their town before and was familiar with the location but no address had been provided, so I asked about where we should meet. Perhaps they were still a bit reluctant and wanted to meet at a neutral location, so I provided that suggestion by the way I asked about meeting. I didn’t want to be pushy and assume that they would just give me their home address. Cathy asked me to text her when I was in town and she would provide the address. I was becoming more hopeful as I drove the more than 100 miles to our assignation. I easily felt the swelling in my loins and the arousal in my brain. I wanted to be with this sex machine riding female and her cuckold husband. How exciting was that?
I arrived in the town and sent the text before getting more gas for my car and emptying my bladder. I didn’t want to walk into their home and need the bathroom right away. I had thought about buying some flowers for Cathy, but there was no easy way to do that and I was a little concerned about how her husband might take that offer, so I chose to just arrive with my massage oil and skilled hands.
I was elated when the text came with the home address which was only a few minutes away from where I had stopped. As a I approached their neighborhood, I realized that it was a modern housing development with a golf course. I was comforted to discover that they would be in a fine house in a good area. One never knew with the internet and how people were less than honest.
Cathy had suggested that I park behind her husband’s red truck in their driveway. I was grateful for my GPS which accurately and kindly got me to the driveway with the large red Ford F150. Chuck came out to greet me and welcomed me inside their house which was attached to the one next to them. The driveway was shared with their neighbors which may have led Cathy to direct my parking into a location that wouldn’t pose a problem. We didn’t want the neighbors knocking on the door during naked time.
Chuck was even taller than the 6’4” listed on his profile. He was thin with light brown curly hair that matched the facial hair. He was wearing a ball cap which he didn’t take off when we entered the house. I detected a Southern accent but couldn’t place the correct state. He was way too tall for me to be attracted to him as a bottom, but I was there for Cathy and would do what it took to be naked with his sexy wife.
Cathy was standing at the doorway and smiled openly as she held out a hand for a shake. She was more attractive in person than her video had shown. Her long brown hair was straight and streaked with some blonde highlights. She was wearing a summer spaghetti strap dress that hung loosely on her shapely body. She was probably a size 8-10 with some hips that looked like they might have borne children. Chuck also held out a bony hand for a firm manly shake between us. There was nothing feminine about him in his jeans and tee shirt apparel.
Cathy encouraged me to take a seat at a bar stool which was located at a counter that separated the kitchen area and the living room. It was a sunny day but none of that light came into the house which may have been to keep the area cooler. It was already 90 degrees outside, but very comfortable in the house. Cathy busied herself by placing some cheese and crackers along with grapes on the counter. There seemed to be a nervous energy and the counter functioned to provide some safety until she learned more about the stranger she had just welcomed into their home. She was drinking a beer and offered one to me, but I chose to have a glass of water.
Chuck left the room briefly, but took a seat at the counter about six feet away from me when he returned. I didn’t notice that anything had changed, but perhaps he had been putting on his cock cage now that I had arrived.
We asked questions of one another to build a comfort zone so that we might proceed to the reason I was there. Chuck found my NJ license plate humorous given all of the jokes made about that state. Cathy commented on my New Jersey origin by saying, “Don’t you get me started on that mask shit, like Easterners do.” She laughed at herself and continued, “I guess we’d better not talk politics.” There was an unspoken agreement that we would do better by focusing on topics that might lead us to the place we all wanted to get to. Sex didn’t require us to be politically synched.
I learned that they were both former military and that Cathy was working for the local government. Chuck was working as a maintenance man and they had been together for only five years. They both envied me the freedom that my retired life had brought me. They could see the light at the end of their work tunnel, but still had some distance remaining.
Cathy had been married to an older man and they had had a monogamous relationship for 20 years before he admitted that he was a voyeur. Eventually, they began inviting a man to come be with Cathy and Joe would watch. Cathy discovered that she enjoyed being in control and she wanted to make her husband happy. Joe learned that he was also fond of cleaning up his wife’s sexual area after the other man had orgasmed. Perhaps there was more to his bisexuality but that’s all that I learned. It didn’t seem that Joe ever joined in during the sexual activity with the other man.
Chuck came to know Cathy and Joe as an extra man. Over time, a friendship developed which came in handy when Joe got sick and died. It was a difficult time for Cathy and Chuck was very supportive which brought the two of them closer together emotionally. They were already sexual partners so one of the challenging hurdles was already behind them.
It was clear to me that they were very open with each other and deeply in love. I asked when the cuckolding began, because that was a shift in roles from what they had been during the time when Joe was alive. Chuck was comfortable enough to tell me about his crossdressing alter ego and showed me some photos of himself as Suzzi. For myself, I was totally non-judgmental, but a two meter tall male in female clothing was not at all arousing. The height alone would be enough for me to keep my distance.
By this time, Cathy had come from the kitchen and taken the seat next to mine. More than once in our conversation she lightly placed her right hand on my left leg while speaking to me. I didn’t return any of the touch because I wanted to signal that she was in control of how we would proceed. She partook of the crackers and cheese along with a beer from a dark bottle. I did imagine that bottle to be my cock more than once as she sucked on the opening. Was she imagining the same?
After almost 45 minutes of getting comfortable, Chuck asked, “Should I set up the massage table?” Cathy and I readily agreed and she asked, “Should I get naked?” Both of the men were in total assent to that question. While Chuck set up the table in the living room, I got the music ready and took off all of my clothes with the exception of some form fitting black underwear that I had. I preferred to keep my equipment behind view until the time was appropriate. Better to not be too open, and allow the massage recipient to be the one to make that move.
Cathy was very comfortable being naked and looked terrific. I noted that there were a few liver spot blemishes, but otherwise her pale smooth skin was more youthful than her chronological age. She asked about tying up her long hair and I suggested that it was better being loose. I sensed that she was in agreement with not having any obstruction to the energy adjustments I would make. I directed her to lay face down on the table while I applied some Thai massage oil to my hands. I reminded her that she would feel my hands as warm and comforting. Her primary task was exhaling which she did to inform me that she understood.
I began the massage in my usual way with hands flat against the base of the lumbar to connect with her chi. I didn’t rush but took my time sensually moving my hands to all of her torso locations. Slowly, I learned her body and located her tension points. Her breasts bulged slightly outward from the sides of her torso and my fingertips periodically came in contact with that luscious soft tissue. Cathy moaned and exhaled a few times as she and her naked body traveled to a more relaxed location. There was unusual tension along the spine in the thoracic region and I couldn’t determine the cause. I adjusted the area to a better condition but suspected that in a few days the problem would return.
I confidently massaged her ass without being sexual and I sensed that she wanted me to do more than I was willing to engage in at that juncture. I used the yin/yang principles to soften the outer yang muscles of her legs and stimulate the inner yin. In this manner I was heightening her sexual energy while not touching any sexual parts. I was building her desire for me to engage with her sexually.
As I finished most of the posterior massage, I motioned for Chuck to join in. He had been sitting naked on the black leather sofa watching while wearing his metal cock cage that restricted any physical arousal of his equipment which looked to be considerable. He promptly came over and I applied oil to his hands while suggesting that he follow along with my hand movements on the other side of the table. In this manner, four hands would work in parallel bringing more pleasure to Cathy.
Chuck readily followed along and the number of moans from Cathy was increasing. I didn’t want the experience to move into a sexual arena prematurely so I suggested that I give Chuck some massage time. Both of them were quite amenable to my suggestion and when Cathy sat up, she was a little light headed from the Reiki. She had a broad open smile saying, “I don’t have words to say how amazing that was.” I affirmed that the Reiki was amazing and that she just sit for a minute while I drank a little water.
Chuck took Cathy’s place on the table and I could appreciate even more how thin this man was. There were also multiple tattoos, some of which were quite large. He was wearing some metal bracelets which I asked him to remove. He had other adornments but I wasn’t sure how much he needed those on to be comfortable. On the center of his back there was a 12 inch tattoo of a Gregorian cross covering his thoracic region. A small metal one was hanging from his neck on a thin piece of black leather. He hadn’t struck me as overly religious in spirit and perhaps these were spiritually defensive items for him.
Cathy sat nearby on the black leather sofa and watched while I massaged her husband. I needed to use more pressure to contend with the stresses in Chuck’s shoulders. Clearly, he hadn’t been massaged in a long time and had significant problems in his upper and lower back. That made Chuck’s massage less sensual and more therapeutic to adjust his problem areas. I spent less time massaging his posterior side than I had Cathy’s before I encouraged her to join in. It seemed to me that he was more the voyeur than she was.
She also easily followed along with me massaging her husband. I suspected that Chuck had never had both a male and female handling him in this manner and I wondered if he would have been engorged if he were not wearing the special equipment. When we were finished massaging Chuck’s posterior, Cathy put back on the light dress that she had been wearing before and Chuck wrapped himself in a towel. The air conditioning in the living room had made things a bit cool, but I wondered what it would take for us to move to the next phase of our time together.
I didn’t change any of my clothing and retook my seat at the counter where I had been before. Cathy once again expressed her amazement at what had taken place. I knew that she was wondering if the next section would be even more amazing. Chuck asked, “So what did you learn about us doing that massage?”
I asked Chuck if his tattoos were old and he affirmed saying, “The last one was about five years ago.” I explained that he kept of lot of himself deep within and used tattoos and adornments to protect himself. He hadn’t considered that before but said, “I think you’re spot on reading me.” I spoke with Cathy about the thoracic issues and suggested that she kept her psychological issues hidden in that area but that they weren’t ready to be released yet. She pondered my words and didn’t disagree as she wondered what her psychological issues were.
“You must be tired,” commented Cathy with consideration. I explained that I did Tai Chi while doing massage which made sense to her. “When I was watching you, it was like you were doing a dance, or something while giving the massage to Chuck. It was amazing!” I explained that the balancing movements made me more centered and allowed me to better balance the energy of the person on the table.
I boldly asked, “Are you ready for the top side massage?” She smiled broadly again and affirmed while removing her clothing before climbing into position on the table. Chuck returned to his viewing location with the towel still wrapped around himself. He seemed as if he might still be chilled. I applied oil to my hands and initiated the preface to a sexual experience without having a sense of how it would all play out.
Cathy’s belly was soft and yielding which surprised me, but it might have been impacted by the amount of beer that she consumed. I confidently maneuvered my hands all over her torso without making any sexual advances. Her breasts were supple and the nipples were pointing toward the ceiling with their firmness. When I massaged her smooth legs, I made certain that my fingers lightly graced the labia which were not displaying any vaginal fluid.
I moved to the other side of the table so that my more capable right hand could move in on Cathy’s pussy. I continued to tease the area without making any serious moves until I sensed that Cathy was getting frustrated with the absence of touch. I dripped some massage oil onto the pubic area and lightly massaged it into the labia which did have the effect of producing vaginal fluid. Cathy spread her legs further apart to give me ample space for my hand to play with her pussy.
It was easy to separate her fleshy parts and stimulate the opening with my middle finger. I slid my digit inside and readily found one of her sensitive spots which I massaged until Cathy’s mouth opened wide to accommodate her heavier breathing. Her hands were clutching the sides of the table as her hips rotated back and forth to intensify the stimulation my finger was providing. When she orgasmed, she not only clenched tightly onto my finger but pursed her lips and squeezed her facial muscles creating a look of pain more than pleasure.
I squeezed her nipples and ample breasts with my left hand while the right continued to pleasure her inner parts. Chuck remained in his chair and I didn’t pay him much attention so that I could just focus on giving Cathy all that she could handle. Her right hand slowly reached out to massage what was behind my black underwear. I was already partially engorged and she was making the underwear uncomfortable. She tried to pull them down but my appendage was making that difficult, so I used my left hand to release my member and allowed my pants to drop to the floor.
Cathy pulled herself to the side of the table to provide some oral stimulation. I adjusted my position so that my dick was easily taken into her warm mouth. My right hand didn’t give up stimulating her pussy and I took the opportunity of her distraction to insert a second finger. I was able to apply significant pressure to her special inner spot while she gobbled up my hard cock. I used my left hand to support her head and prevent any neck pain. I loved the feel of her long soft hair.
When I reached full erection, Cathy provided a clear direction. “Sit on the sofa!” Her words were emphatic and I wasn’t about to disagree with her command. I knew who the boss was in this house. I sank comfortably against the black leather while this sexy naked woman spread her legs and straddled her body on top of mine. She pressed her breasts against my face and moved my cock into a direct line with her eager, wet pussy. I loved sliding into a woman who had just orgasmed. The intense heat inside her body was extremely stimulating and I might have increased both my length and girth in response.
Once I was fully inside, Cathy bounced up and down on my hard dick like a wild woman. She swung her hair back and forth against my face and pushed her sweaty nipples into my hungry mouth. My hands grabbed her smooth hips and kept her in place while she bounced up and down. I felt her pussy squeeze hard against my cock more than once while she produced silent orgasms.
“Give it to me,” she huffed breathlessly in my ear with her stimulating breasts pressed fully against my face making it difficult to breathe. She was determined to make me orgasm and her pussy muscles squeezed me tightly while her bare ass stimulated my firm balls. Suddenly, she let out a whoop of an orgasm and I was so excited that I had a non-ejaculatory one myself. I hadn’t done that in years.
Having that type of orgasm meant that I wouldn’t be able to shoot any cum in that position. “Shall we move to the bed?” came the offer from my paramour. “Get back on the table,” I redirected. Cathy lay face up with her legs in the air and I positioned myself at the side of the table with her legs resting on my shoulders. It was easy for me to return my cock to her wet pussy. “That’s really hot,” came Chuck’s opinion of our new position. He had been able to enjoy viewing my cock covered in Cathy’s shiny pussy juices while we were on the sofa, but now he could observe the man moving into control of his wife and that was very arousing for him. I stayed focused on Cathy and didn’t know what impact the cock cage was having on Chuck.
I banged away with joy and loved the feeling of being in control with Cathy’s lower body connected fully with my torso. She was a most sexy woman, but when I went to touch her clit, she kept me at bay and I knew that it was too sensitive to touch at that point. I slid my cock in and out dozens of times, but my energy was failing me and I knew that an orgasm wasn’t going to happen. I think that Cathy felt my member getting softer and she squeezed me out with a hearty laugh, knowing that she had worn me out.
“Let’s take a break,” came almost simultaneously from both of us. All three laughed at the connectedness of our minds and bodies. I retook my seat on the sofa, but with a limp member this time. Cathy returned to her less than cold beer on the counter and Chuck wrapped himself back up in the large white towel and was the first to speak. “That was really hot watching the two of you.”
“I really need a cigarette. Is that a deal breaker for you?” queried Cathy looking at me hopefully. I wasn’t about to let a cigarette get in the way of continuing our sexual fun accepting her need. She departed the room and I asked Chuck about his metal device. He found that giving up control of his orgasm was difficult at first, but now he really enjoyed being in that submissive relationship with Cathy. They sometimes would switch roles and he would tie her to the bed and then ravish her with his big cock. He showed me a picture on his phone of his full erection which must have been almost eight inches. He must have been a good extra man in the days when Joe was still around.
When Cathy returned, she asked, “So what can we do for you?” “Yeah, you’ve given us lots of pleasure. What can we do to you?” joined in Chuck. I requested a back rub and both of them immediately demurred, declaring that they would be intimidated to massage me. I was very nonjudgmental and wanted to feel their hands on my body. They reluctantly accepted their new roles and I lay face down on the table to await their hands.
“Do you want me to remove your cage so you can play?” It seemed that Cathy was determining Chuck’s bisexual needs. Chuck got on his knees in front of Cathy who was sitting on the sofa. “That’s up to you.” “What do you want?” returned Cathy. When Chuck chose not to respond, she continued, “Then you can keep it on.” Chuck smiled at his wife who had known correctly what he desired. They were in good synch together.
At first their touching on my body was tentative, but as I moaned in appreciation, they become more comfortable and the attention of male and female hands on my naked flesh was having the desired effect. It wasn’t long before their hands were pleasuring my member while massaging my smooth ass and my arousal quickly returned.
Cathy asked me to turn over which I was happy to do. Both of them focused their attention on my erect cock and it became difficult to tell whose lips were sucking on my dick and whose hands were stimulating my balls. The sensations were overwhelming and I was concerned that I might get overly sensitive. I asked Cathy to kiss my nipples which often led me to orgasm. I loved the feeling of her hair softly gracing my flesh as her lips worked their magic on my sensitive nipples.
Chuck was pumping my cock and sucking on the head while Cathy’s focus on my chest brought me to bisexual heaven. I had the full interest of male and female and that combination always got me to the best place. I felt the swelling of my shaft increase to its maximum and huge spurts of cum erupted like a violent volcano. Chuck didn’t stop stroking my cock until he was certain that I had nothing left to give. “Well, you made quite a mess!” commented Cathy as she departed to get a towel to tidy me up. I loved the tenderness of her feminine touch as she removed all of the fluids that had escaped.
I exhaled deeply multiple times which completed the full relaxation of my body. I sensed that Chuck and Cathy felt they had evened the score, although Chuck hadn’t orgasmed. There was certainly pleasure provided and received by all participants and you couldn’t ask for anything more in a good threesome.
“So, who’s the better cocksucker?” came the query from Chuck. “I don’t make those kind of judgments,” I truthfully responded. “You know that you are,” chimed in Cathy as she kissed her husband sweetly while unlocking his device. I was always amazed by the openness of bisexual people and how they remained sensitive to their partner’s emotional and sexual lives.
I was also amazed when I noted the time on a clock which indicated that it was almost 5 PM. I knew that they had evening plans and moved into the mode of putting my things away and returning to a clothed state. Cathy and Chuck did the same declaring that they were due at a family BBQ at 6 PM. No one rushed, but there was an efficiency to our movements.
By the time I was ready, they were both fully clothed with smiling faces looking directly at me. “Thank you and thank you so much,” were the comments we gave each other in equal amounts while we hugged our farewells. There had been such an even sharing of bodies and selves freely comingling and allowing nature to lead us where it would. I departed lighter and happier and only realized in the car as I was driving away, that I hadn’t really eaten yet. Somehow, it hadn’t seemed necessary. Other needs had taken priority.