After the disastrous end to our dogging experience, the GF, Liz was still keen to meet other males for sex. Both of us sat down, drew up a plan on how we could do this. Living on the outer edge of a big city, meeting with local males, did cross our minds, looking at what was available, soured our desire to do that.
At the time, there were free chat sites one could join, create an id, then post what one would be seeking. Both of us joined as a couple on two well known sites, set up the id, then set about chatting. Liz would always be in charge of the conversation, after all, it would be her body that was going to be the main attraction. Dipping our feet into the pool, the chat took off in all different directions, mostly from randy so called single males, who had no idea how to converse with the opposite sex.
Liz was quite upset with some of the comments she received, both of us thought about giving up the whole idea, until we were pointed to the block button, those cretins were dispatched to the bottomless pit of NO THANKS.
I took some sample photos of Liz, dressed in the clothes she would be wearing to these meetings, making it very clear, to those males who we did arrange to meet with the both of us, it would coffee only on the first meet. Lis had to be comfortable with the person first, and that depended on how they conducted themselves in conversing. If Liz was happy, then a second meeting would take place, a date and location given, to engage in sex with her. i would take no part in sex with her, only watch from the side line.
We had a lot of fun taking the photos, having her posing in different locations, different clothes, my all time favourite and the clothes she wore on her first sexual meeting, a black spaghetti V neck top, no bra, denim skirt with a split up her right thing, no knickers, suspender panty hose and heels, hair tied back in a pony tail, or loose, falling over her shoulders.
A photo would only be sent as a gift, to a male who Liz thought might be worthy of a coffee meeting. Along came a chap called Albert, an old fashion name, this particular Albert had been named after a favourite Uncle, within in the age limit of Liz's had set, no younger then 28, no older then 70. A photo of Liz was sent to Albert, showing what Liz would be wearing on the day of the coffee meeting. Come the first day of the new adventure, both of us excited, we showered, dressed, then pointed the truck to the designated meeting place. Parked, then walked down to the coffee emporium.
The arranged time came and went, an hour had passed, with no Albert in sight anywhere. Our lustful ballon of confidence had burst, going down like a sinking ship, we drove home, sullen, once inside teh door, my passion for her body engulfed me, we fucked like insane rabbits in a field at night. Albert never showed up in the chat room again, grumbling to a few friendly like minded chatters, the quorum suggested that was a familiar scene, something we soon learned, that men were getting off on free pics sent to them, that pic Liz sent, must have given the biggest hard on he ever had and batted himself to death (just joking).
To screen ourselves from the masturbaters in the room, Liz demanded a full body photo, dressed, not interested in nude or dick photos. In return, Liz would sent them a photo of what she would be wearing on the date to meet. Some of the photos we received, did not match those that presented themselves, some came in shorts, thongs, (Australia ,ok), smelly bodies, reeking of cigarette smoke, bad breath and or booze, some came and looked from a distance, expecting something else, then left, one fellow arrived, introduced himself, then sat at the table, sipping his free coffee while texting to some alien, paying no attention or engaging in chat with Liz. We left him with his coffee, and did the classic rest room trick, not coming back thing.
Steve came across as na easy going male, Liz and I chatted with him for almost two weeks, every night, arranged to meet him, when next out on RnR, Steve worked in mining a FIFO worker, and there were many more more of those that we met on the chat platforms. The coffee meeting went better then expected, encouraged Steve to sit beside Liz, his hand under the table, stroking her shaved camel to, by the facial expressions on Liz's face, she was more then just happy, Steve eyes looking down the front of her top. Being a Thursday, we arranged to meet Steve on Friday evening, gave the time and the name of the Motel, I would meet him down stairs in the bar, have a drink, then take him up to Liz.
Steve arrived on time, we drank a light beer each, then caught the lift up to the 5th floor, I unlocked the door to the motel room, let Steve in, then closed it behind him, his eyes were locked on Liz, sitting in a single lounge chair, legs open, flashing her smooth camel toe, the pink see though top, showing off her pink nipples, Liz looked up, smiled, then came over to Steve, embraced his body, then began tongue kissing him, his hands went straight to her boobs, cupping them, squeezing her nipples, massaging her boobs, his hand went down to the short denim dress, lifted up the hem, and began finger massaging her quim. Liz did like wise, a hand dropped to his trousers, touching his hardness, fumbling with the zipper, Steve obliged Liz, by undoing the single button at the top of his trousers, then let them fall down, Liz reached in, pulled free a great uncut cock specimen. Liz looked across to me, opened her mouth, and began sucking, her eyes never left my face, I went hard immediately, those hands, my GF, cupping Steves balls with one, the other doing the pulling and sucking method at the same time, was sure Liz would blow him, Steve had another idea instead.
He picked up Liz, took her over to the single lounge chair she had been sitting in, took off her top, he sat down, lifted Liz up and placed her body down onto his erect cock, no lube was needed, Liz was wet, very wet. Steve held her with one arm around her waist, the other massaging her tist like bread rolls, and began thrusting up into her. His cock going in an out of her slit, something I had missed out on seeing, from our earlier swinging and dogging days, yes, I admit, I am a perverted voyuer, who likes watching others have consensual sex together. Listening to her moans, her facial expressions as her thrust his penis into Liz, all of that made me excited, as it did Liz, Steve talking dirty to her, made her want something she only ever dreamed about, Liz tried to move with Steve, up and down, but she lost momentum, screamed out loudly she was coming, I saw his sperm leaking out past his cock, and I experienced something similar to Liz, I ahd been standing up, watching the action, from a table in the room, had to sit down, my head was giddy, our quest to find a suitable male for Liz had finally come true. Steve was not done with Liz, lifted her off himself, stood up, picked up Liz, then plonked her down atop the table I was sitting at, holding her legs on top of his shoulders, he went to town on Liz again, I had a close up full view of his cock going in and out of a very swollen red slit, with each hard thrust into Liz, her boobs shook like jellies on her chest, again the dirty talk started, more intense this time, Liz looked across to me, raised her head to Steve, and begged him to fuck her like the women he was taking about. Liz let a loud long low scream, more of Steve's cum started leaking out of Liz again, she pulled his penis out of her, opened her mouth to get a couple of squirts in, but Steve did not have enough to go that distance, some appeared on her belly, a light spash on her nipple, Steve went to her, stood beside Liz's head, as Liz opened her mouth, again looking at my face, sucked and licked his cock clean of cum, then Liz placed her head on the table and drifted off to sleep.
Thirty minutes later, I woke Liz up, she went off to shower with Steve, by the sound of what was going on, they were not only washing their bodies. We went down stairs, ate, then said goodbye, vowing to keep in touch, that was the first and last time we met with Steve to have sex with Liz. Chatting in a different room, we learned that Steve was not his real name, shown a photo to confirm that we were discussing the same person in that chat room, and yes, it was indeed teh same person, he was married with a family, the day he met us, was the day he flew back to the city, came straight from the airport to the first coffee meeting location, his wife was working the night shift at a hospital not far where the sex took place at that fancy Motel. Neither Liz or I were worried that he was married, we have different views to others when it comes to sex, if your conscious is clear and you’re having sex with a married person is your thing, then its ok, thats our thoughts.
We did meet another FIFO worker, also married, a little younger then Steve, he was much better, using the same Tacti with Steve, and the same location, different floor level and room, had its benefits, the second FIFO miner brought a friend along, after Liz said that would be ok, chatting with him. Liz was unsure at first, thinking it might be too much, once you have experienced a spit roast situation, you either like it, or you don’t. Both of us like that style of sexual pleasure, and both of us have been in the same room with each other when we have been used in that style of sex.
Enjoy life, when its over, its over.
The End
