THE FIRST TIME ANOTHER MAN WATCHED US

Our friends often tell us we are a sexually attractive couple, I am Janice, my man Saxon is thirty-two, three-years younger than me, we both have strong sexual appetites, both of us always looking for new and exciting ways of obtaining and giving sexual pleasure.

The first time another man watched my man Saxon fucking me was such an exciting moment for us both. For as long as I could remember I had always wanted another man to watch my man fucking me. Physical pleasure and visual pleasure, wonderful optics, not to mention the incredible sexual tension and the sexy, three way conversation.

In the long lead up, the more I talked to my man about another man watching him fucking me, the more interested he became, just as I did. Asking me lots of questions about another man watching him fucking me. “What type of man do you have in mind?” (A man who would be an exciting visual turn on for us both.) “How old would you prefer him to be?” (What age would you prefer? A mature man? A man our age? A young man in his early twenties? A teenager?) “Would you expect him to be well hung?” (Of course, really well hung.)

“Do you think I would be comfortable with another man watching me fucking you?” (I hope so. Though I want you to be excited rather than comfortable.) “Do you think I would enjoy fucking you with another man watching.” (I would be disappointed if you didn’t enjoy another man watching you fucking me. Very disappointed.) “What if the man made a pass at me?” (Go with the flow.)

In due course another man, Albert crossed our paths, he was in his early twenties, fifteen-years younger than us. Kerrie, one of my girlfriends had introduced Albert to me. She was aware I wanted to meet another man to watch my man fucking me. It was an exciting moment for us both when she first introduced me to Albert, knowing exactly what I wanted from him, though unsure if she had explained to Albert my reasons for meeting him.

When I showed my man some pics of Albert my girlfriend Kerrie had emailed me, he agreed with me he was a most attractive and handsome, blond haired man, as he closely studied his pics. Both of us admiring his toned, tanned, topless body in the first pic, naked in the second pic, his hands on his hips as we looked closely at his taut ass. In the third pic he was naked front on, his hands on hips flaunting his closely shaved, flaccid, though impressive cock. In a fourth pic his cock was more than impressive, he had a huge, thick erection.

Both of us were turned on looking at the pics, wondering about the circumstances of his photo shoot. Also wondering if Albert was heterosexual, bi-sexual or gay. Though based on the snippets my girlfriend had told me, I strongly suspected he was bi-sexual, both of us secretly hoping he was bi-sexual.

I had been grooming Albert for two weeks when a few days later I arranged a meeting with him and my man for the first time over coffee.. I had their full attention when I explained, “My man and me lost all of our sexual inhibitions long ago. I think I know you well enough to talk frankly and openly to you Albert. For as long as I can remember I have always wanted another man to watch me fucking my man Saxon. It took me a while to get Saxon interested. Today I am hoping you can help me make him really interested in having a man like you watching us fucking.”

I had Albert’s full attention when I explained we had taken great trouble to define the type of man we wanted to watch us fucking, holding his gaze when I started explaining our preferences to him. “A man who would be an exciting visual turn on for us both. A younger man, early twenties. Of course we both expect our man to be well hung, really well hung. Do you think you would be comfortable watching me fucking my man? Though I want you to be excited rather than comfortable. Do you think we would enjoy fucking with you watching Albert?

“You are a very good match to our wish list Albert. Are we on the same page? Yes? One last question. “Will you masturbate for me, for both of us while you watch us fucking? Yes?” I had my hand over the tent Albert’s slacks when I asked him, ”One final question Albert, have my questions given you a hard on?