127. Superman (47)

He was one of the first guys who messaged me on the Swingers Site. We talked easily and I found myself smiling whenever we chatting on text.

He was a separated father of four grown kids who lived about thirty minutes away.  We discovered many things about each other and I was enjoying an adult conversation with him that was flirty yet not overly sexual.

He was open and honest, told me he worked in law enforcement, and we found we had attended the same school for a year as kids.  It didn’t take me long to find his social media and everything I found rang true and married with what he was telling me.

He messaged me one day at work and it escalated to sexting very quickly.  There was something about this guy that made me feel that fire and excitement again.  The chat was easy going and I really wanted to meet him.  I told him so and we tried to find a suitable time.  We both had a lot to do over the weekend but he said he could have a drink with me on Saturday afternoon before he had to go to a family party.  I figured a quick drink would be a good time to see how the virtual chemistry translated to real life.

I made my date with him, while I also busied myself with a number of other men and made three dates for the weekend.

Friday night I had seen the Mauritian and it had gone well, so I was interested to compare another guy to him.

I arrived at the bar and texted him to let him know I had found a table.  A few moments later he walked in smiling at me and I stood to hug him.  We had discussed the importance of kissing at length and when we embraced he kissed  me on the lips as promised.

It was good.

Close to six feet tall, he had Italian heritage, twinkly eyes and a cheeky smily with very kissable lips.  I was very attracted to him and he was to me too, judging by the way he looked at me.

We sat and ordered our drinks.  He smiled coyly at me across the table and I could tell he was a little apprehensive.

“I need to tell you something right away.” He said.

Oh crap.

“During the time we have been talking I have been talking with someone else, and I think I am going to try and create something with her.  She is perfect for me in every way, but given how well you and I hit it off I really wanted to meet you and tell you in person.  I hope that is okay.”

Huh.

It was unsurprising this had happened.  I had met him on a site for people who like to have sex with lots of people, frequently at once, so I could hardly be mad.  I was having conversations with about ten guys at this point so I would be a fool to imagine he only matched with me.

I felt deflated but now the pressure was off. I could just have a drink and talk to this guy like a friend.  I was curious about his swinging experiences, as he had made it clear to me during our chats that he had been doing it for a long time.

I asked him some questions and he told me his marriage ended when his wife committed the cardinal sin of “the lifestyle” and had cheated on him with someone else’s husband; someone they had played with in a foursome. I felt bad for him and he was still a little bitter about it, telling me he had been distraught she could throw away their 25 year marriage for this guy who was never going to leave his wife for her anyway.

That is about the worst thing you can do in the swingers’ world.  The whole point is that your relationship is so strong, you can not only withstand your partner fucking other people, you are happy for them to enjoy themselves because you are secure in the knowledge they will return to you.  And the sex you have together is more intimate than anything else anyone could offer.

We talked for an hour and he was being very flirty with me.  He would stop the conversation, interrupting his own thoughts from time to time to compliment me “your eyes are so cheeky, you are very sexy, your body is so hot”

It made me feel pretty good.

He told me about the girl he had met on the dating app and how similar their lives were (same kids, same ages, live in the same suburb, same sexual interests) and how he felt they might have a future.  They had already begun sleeping together and that included a threesome they had enjoyed with another woman the night before.  I realised it was probably best he was with someone else as I wouldn’t have been agreeable to escalating things so quickly.

He reached across the table and took my hand in his, stroking the palm in a way which sent shivers to all my most sensitive places.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a nice afternoon together today.”

Huh?

I laughed at him, thinking he was joking. He told me he wasn’t and that now he met me in person he was very attracted to me and he really wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with me.

I kept asking him if he was serious and he assured me he was.  I asked him about his new girlfriend and he told me there were just starting out and were yet to discuss being exclusive, but he knew that would happen soon.

“And I really want to fuck you.”

He was very sexy.

And he made me feel very sexy.

And he made me smile.

And he made me laugh.

Fuck it.

He walked me to my car and pressed me up against the door to kiss me passionately. It was a good kiss. A really good kiss.

I gave him my address and I drove off while he pulled his shirt down over his erection and walked around the corner to his car.

I zoomed home and straighten up a little, then turned to see him standing at the door.

He came in and we kissed for a few minutes, his hands wandering under my shirt to unhook my bra. I led the way to the bedroom where we partially undressed each other as we kissed before he pushed me down on the bed and kissed me more while his fingers wandered down to my panties.

He explored me gently, fingering and stroking, kissing me sexily the whole time.

“I’m going to make you feel amazing.” He smiled that sexy smile. “And I’m going to make you come so hard you will squirt.”

The Toolman had tried and failed in this arena and I had never believed I could do that, and I told him so.

“Well then.  Today is the day.” He smirked while I lay there, writhing under his hands and doubting his abilities.

He went down on me and I exploded after just a few moments, but he didn’t stop.  I am usually too sensitive to continue but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.  I encouraged him to put on a condom, or to change position so I could give him a blow job.

“Penetrative sex doesn’t do it for me as much these days.  I get more turned on making you come over and over.”

Well, who am I to stand in the way of his enjoyment?

We did have safe sex but he wouldn’t stay hard unless I was writhing in ecstasy and moaning with pleasure.  I also gave him a bit of head but he was so intent on keeping focussed on my pussy, he was leaning over me at an awkward angle, and it was difficult to do my best work.

I was feeling selfish lying there enjoying all this pleasure and asked him what I could do for him.

“Stay where you are and enjoy yourself.  That is doing it for me.”

He kept going; fingering, licking, kissing, tonguing and stroking.  He made me come over and over, and at times I was struggling to breathe and seeing stars behind my closed eyes. He was laser focussed on my pussy and usually by my third orgasm I would be hurting or spent, but whatever he was doing was just pleasurable.  He kept me rolling towards orgasm and away again, over and over.

“If you are trying to get me interested in having a threesome with you and your girlfriend, you are going the right way about it!” I gasped in between orgasms.

“I am going to make you squirt.” He told me again.  “Just relax and let go. If you feel like you need to pee, that is the squirt coming, just go with it.”

He had been making me see stars for close to two hours and I told him he needed to give up on his squirting goal, but he was determined.

“I can feel you are close.”

He came up from between my legs to lay beside me, kissing me, his sweaty body pressed against mine and his fingers still doing their magic.

“You need to be with two guys”, he whispered in my ear, “one hard cock inside you while another plays with that sensitive clit, making you squirt all over his cock.”

I closed my eyes, imagining what he described and threw my head back as another wave of pleasure rolled over me and I panted shallow, hard breaths.

Suddenly, I felt a warm wetness run down between my ass cheeks and I realised he had done it.

“Oh my God, you did it! I can’t believe it!”  It was a strange feeling.  I had been orgasming for so long it didn’t feel like a jolt, but rather a rush of pressure from deep within.

“Look at the mess you made.” He was very satisfied, looking at the puddle on my bed.

He took my hand and guided it between my legs.

“Put your fingers inside, know how your body feels and what it can do.”

He pushed two of my fingers in with his own and I felt the large, spongy, engorged area around my g-spot. I had never felt it like that before.  I am 45 years old;  I know how my body feels and this was entirely new to me.

“I HAVE to make you come.” I told him.  It was the very least I could do!

He relented and lay on his back while I moved between his legs to suck his cock. I looked up at him as I did so and he stroked my hair telling me how sexy I was, I moved down to lick his balls and he took his cock in his hand and stroked it, telling how good my tongue felt on his balls so I stayed where I was.

As he approached orgasm I moved up, my open mouth above the head of his cock and licking at the tip.

“Oh my god, that is hot!” He exclaimed as he exploded.

His cum hit my tongue and I enveloped his cock with my mouth to increase the intensity of the orgasm, he writhed and groaned and told me he was going to come again.

We repeated the steps that got him there the first time and sure enough he came again.

“Oh my god, you are good at that. I didn’t think I could come twice so fast like that!”

We cleaned up and lay there side my side talking for a while. He told me about his job and travel plans and we laughed about having “nailed someone from elementary school.”

I was sorry he had met his new girlfriend her right before me, but figured it was meant to be. I told him so and he agreed with me that you meet people for a reason, and he was very glad he had kept his date with me.

“I just figured out why I met you.” I sat up on one elbow.

“Why is that?” He asked.

“Because my last boyfriend gave me the best sex I ever had and when we broke up I was devastated for many reasons, but one big one was I never thought I would find anyone that good again. And you just did something to me I have never experienced before. So you have sent me that message loud and clear.  There is amazing sex out there for me still.”

“Happy to help.” He smiled again.

We got up and dressed. I put on my pyjamas and he said he was jealous because he now had to go and get dressed up for his party.  I wasn’t sure how he was going to manage a big night out after the three hours we just had.  I didn’t know if I could walk to the next room!

He kissed me sweetly and held my face in his hands.

“Make sure you find a guy who is going to treat you right, who cares about your pleasure and makes you feel special. Because you are gorgeous and deserve a good guy. Stay in touch.”

He kissed me once more and left.

“Thank you Superman!”  I whispered as the door closed.

I stood dizzily in the centre of my apartment for five whole minutes. I didn’t know who or where I was. What is my name again?

It was intense and unbelievable and crazy and amazing and I am so glad I did it.

I just wished for one more thing. That he had wanted to stay with me.

While he had shown me there were guys as talented as The Toolman out there, I still hadn’t felt the intimate, loving magic I’d felt with The Toolman.

But it was very fucking close.

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